i used to rule the world
seas would rise when i gave the word
A warm, genuine chuckle left Alexander's lips as the usually demure woman leaned forward with a husky whisper upon her lips.
"Darling, you live in the slums of Sacrosanct in a boat hosting a fighting ring with an Alpha who is wanted for several accounts of theft, smuggling, and tax evasion. I would be amazed if there wasn't just a little bit of badness in you." That teasing tone to her voice was hardly missed, however. In fact, the Dark Hunter rather enjoyed that decided friskiness to the girl, the one that often hid behind her initial unease. It was only once the young woman was at ease that he was given a glimpse of her more mischievous nature, tonight was surely no different. Nevertheless, Alexander listened with intrigue as she spoke of her closest companion and her Alpha. The Macedonian King had, admittedly, been rather curious of the man raised by his own Lieutenant. It was, at least, reassuring that Alexis had a far different account from him than Alexander's own were-steed. Frost, however, was often over critical as it was. Alexander was, however, entirely pleased that Alexis had found a place she felt at home, his very acceptance of the Ark seemed to prompt a sort of brightness within the woman that he hadn't seen before. How...unexpected.
Alexander was, admittedly, equally as caught off guard by Alexis' inquiry of his own daughter. The near neutral look to her features, however, spoke volumes of how she felt of the Duchess, not that he was terribly surprised. Anastasia was...jaded, to say the very least. With all the world had taken from her, her possessiveness often tended to get the best of her, particularly where he was involved. That soft sigh upon his lips was, perhaps, just as telling as Alexander admitted that he was well aware the two women did not get along quite as he might have like. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the tone within Alexis' voice. Alexander hadn't quite anticipated just how poorly she thought of his daughter. His head shook ever so slightly after a moment's consideration.
"No, she has spoken little of you." He admitted. The Dark Hunter hesitated before he continued, admitting that Anastasia and himself lived relatively separate lives these days, even if he wished it otherwise. That soft brush of her fingers against his hand prompted a weak simper upon her features and yet, Alexander continued, all the same, informing Alexis that it was closure the woman sought above all things, even if she was not yet aware of it herself.
His efforts to merely shift the conversation, however, was assisted only by the waitress that approached with a large tray, the lamb upon it altogether delicious smelling. He watched as she placed the food on the table, the Dark Hunter providing his own word of thanks. He reached for his fork, his gaze shifted only as Alexis leaned forward, making every effort to continue their conversation. A glimpse of dissatisfaction crossed the man's features at yet it was altogether fleeting as he considered the woman's words.
"Anastasia was the Duchess of Russia. I fear her preferences tend to be higher class. She enjoys tea rooms and opera homes and jewelry and shopping." Anastasia was, admittedly, the exact opposite of everything Alexis was. His daughter was well versed in the world, she was confident and poised - the very epitome of a true
lady.
"You will not win her over easily, Alexis. She takes slow and diligent work." After all, the young woman had hardly been fond of even
him when he had initially found her.