It didn't take her long before she started regretting her stubbornness…she certainly wanted more than a sordid carnal affair but she could have at least gave him what he wanted, what they both wanted…now it wouldn't be surprising if he never spoke to her again…the Inquisitor sighed. Then she remembered her foolish argument 'giving him a reason to live', he surely wasn't in need for such a thing, his will to survive against all odds was stronger than any other man…Layel growled, cursing her own stupidity and smacking her forehead with her this precise moment, a guard called for her with a hesitating voice "your worship, a man claiming to be an Orlesian Lord asks to meet you personally," Layel rubbed her eyes with her fingers and whispered "back to work,"
"Lead me to him,"
"He is at the gates and refuses to enter until he meets the Herald of Andraste,"
At the gates was standing a fully armed and armored man, escorted by two less well-equipped guards. As soon as she stood in front of the man, he put a knee on the ground and lowered his head
"it is an honor to meet you Herald of Andraste."
Layel was always troubled by this title but she just smiled and encouraged the man to stand up giving him a helpful hand.
"I bid you welcome, stranger," Layel said.
"Forgive me your worship, I lost my manners…I am Clovis de Roussac the son of count Fabrice de Roussac" the man said taking off his helmet and revealing his face. He was not as old as his deep voice suggested. His hair was longer and silkier than the Inquisitor's and had a rich dark brown color that made his skin look paler, bushy dark eyebrows and big black eyes embellished by long eyelashes gave him a sweet almost feminine look when his rather big nose, his hollow cheeks, and square jaws let no place to confusion regarding his masculinity.
"How can the Inquisition help you?"
"I left the carriage carrying my father behind and rushed here to meet you Helard…I, unfortunately, had no time to contact Ambassador Montilyet and take a rendez-vous…My father is very sick, my lady and his last wish is to confess to the Herald of Andraste and take her blessing," the man explained.
Well, it was not unusual, many came here to receive the blessing of the Herald but it was the first time that a dying man asked her to hear his confession.
"Bring your father here, I will gladly fulfill his wish," Layel said with a smile and saw the man's face lit up as he said "Thank you, my lady," bowing his head slightly and rushing outside with his men.
Layel sighed, she already regretted her decision thinking about how many sins a rich powerful man had to confess, she would be stuck with him for hours. But she was only a woman who couldn't say no to a desperate handsome man in need.