ALEXIOS
There is a kind of shock that rushes through you when the woman who told you to your face that she regretted ever birthing you waltzes back to your front door.
"Give me a minute," I said to the messenger.
"Why is she here?" Fiona inquired.
I wish I knew but if I had to guess, it probably had to do with the stupid promise I made her. I glanced at Lydia. The look of relief distorted her face. I liked it better with the frown lines. I begrudgingly walked to the bed and grabbed my clothes. "Keep the girl in check," I instructed Fiona, giving her a kiss before stepping out to face my mother.
Glancing around, I zigzagged through the giant hallways and ducked in through an open door. The only open one really. It was a small room that acted as my office. “Hello mother,” I tried to
