175: Startling; but a clear threat to me
The next day.
Adrastus walked down the corridor of the manor, hand folded behind his back and the usual stern expression on his face.
The confrontation with Drystan Meyer this morning had been an unexpected one. He had been plagued by nightmares, causing him to lose sleep which led the Duke of York to get out of his bed in the dead of the night and wander in the garden.
He had not expected to stumble upon the Marquess of Wales, confronting him, less so. Watching the man disregard his warnings and stick around Eleni, conversing with her, digging out information from her, had been frustrating to watch.
Clueless as she was, beguiled by that man's charm, she delved into a number of things to him that were supposed to remain a family secret.
Adrastus could curse Drystan Meyer as much as he desired, wish upon him misfortune for all his deeds, but he had to admit one thing.