As Alexander made his promise, Lady Nanazin's heart skipped a beat as she heard that somber voice and met those calm, cool, dark eyes.
Long gone was the soft, playfulness that always hung in there, replaced with a stony, mirthless countenance, filled with determination and even a hint of cruelty.
If anyone was looking for a fight, Alexander would be more than happy to oblige.
And the sight made the woman a bit afraid, fearing trouble and its undue consequences.
But at the same time, she also felt much more reassured- the dangerous, intimidating aura placating her worried heart, 'With enough gifts to placate that bastard Ptolomy and adequate soldiers to prevent him from getting any idea…'
"Just don't do anything reckless." She then only whispered, clear, limpid eyes sweeping over the handsome face.