“Father? You mean lord Bolton, I presume?”
A petite smile shaped her mouth when the lady lowered her gaze.
“Yes, he had. The visit will be short. It’s a mere stop on our journey back home. Have you any wine here?”
"Yes, your grace."
She could very much tell if someone was genuine and therefore lowered her gaze slightly.
"I am surprised to see such high visits here at the Dreadfort. I pray father had the pleasure welcoming you already?"