Pulling the threat from her bosom and tracing over the words once more, Sienna would come to focus on the specific phrases used as she was aware Latin was not a language many had come to know from a whim; it took extensive study in comparison to English, French, German, even sanskrit was understood in proper terminology in comparison to this seemingly ‘dead’ language. Yet there was something familiar in its script that kept her uneasy while a knock to her door left her scrambling to conceal the message as she did not wish for any to come upon it. She would manage to set it hugged by her breast before the door would come open to view Adrian, no longer harboring his perpetual arrogance, she would rise in preparation to rival him.
“I did not come to argue-” He would explain, his eyes fallin
