|Enrique Lorenzo Vasquez|
“Your Grace, someone wanted to speak with you about Lady Elizabeth.”
I quickly rose from my seat, my hand slamming on the top of my desk as I lifted my gaze at Matias. I swallowed hard with my forehead creasing, suddenly aware of losing my composure. I immediately calmed myself, shutting my eyes and inhaling a deep breath before lifting my gaze back to Matias.
“Let him in,” I said between gritted teeth, then I slowly went back to my seat.
Matias bowed his head before he left in front of me and walked toward the door. He opened it, my gaze locking to whoever would come inside. My eyes landed quickly in its direction, especially when I saw a soldier, wearing a very familiar uniform, emerge from the entrance and quickly make his way near my desk.
“What news d
