"And you are?" Sienna-Rose asked, her voice flat and without the smallest trace of courtesy. Her eyes stayed locked on the man before her, not even blinking as she spoke, the marketplace noise dimming in her ears.
The man straightened his posture, presenting himself as a high noble to the two women in the middle of a crowded street. "Cesare von Farnese, Marquis Farnese," he announced with a faint smile, his tone carrying the weight of someone who expected the name to inspire awe. "Good to see you, my lady."
Sienna-Rose's lips curved, not into a smile, but into something unreadable. "Okay," she said, her tone still calm but with an undercurrent of warning, "now move away."
