It was the afternoon before she arrived, and Don could tell her arrival by the commotion running through the staff. They normally kept to their tasks diligently, but the news of a commoner the lord had sent for personally was enough to shake them from their studiousness. Don decided to not scold any of them, after all he was the cause of all this. He followed the commotion outside, standing just outside the inner gate as he watched the horses approach. He smirked to himself as he saw the girl brush off the attempt to help her.<br/><br/>He walked towards her, through the throng of crowding servants. Each one lowered their head to towards the ground as he passed, half in respect and half to avert their eyes. Still, the way they all stared at the girl didn’t escape his notice. It was clear that the way her eyes remained unmoving quickly made many uncomfortable. Their stares started to show pity, feeling sorry for the girl’s condition. He frowned to himself, disapproving of the way his staff were gawking at the newcomer. With a wave of his hand he dismissed the lot of them, feet scrapping over the cobbles as they returned to their work.<br/><br/>Finally he stood in front of her. “You must be Mila,” he said in a firm tone. It wasn’t the voice he used to order his subjects, nor the disinterested drone he used when the subject bored him. Still it wasn’t quite right. He wasn’t used to speaking kindly to anyone, and the effort showed through in his voice. “I am the lord of this land, Don Rossetti. But you probably already knew that.”  He stepped forward, taking her wrist in his hand and placing it on his elbow. “I saw that you do not like to be helped around, but I’m afraid I must insist. There are many people scurrying about and they are used to avoiding a large loud man like myself, but they will have to adjust to a quieter step like yours.” He started to walk back towards the main building, leading her by the arm. Once inside he led her to the same study her father had been in just that morning, sitting her down in the same chair.<br/><br/>“Now... I’m assuming you are wondering why you are here” Don said as he took the chair opposite her. His hands folded on the desk. “Put simply, I requested you stay her in exchange for giving your father a break on his tithe. And frankly, the things he said about you makes me think you’d likely be better off here anyway” He finished, sitting back in his chair.