"Irina Constantin, Dowager Countess of Suceava," Irina replied with a charming smile. "It is a great pleasure to meet you, Major Harrington."<br/><br/>"Chew the fat?' I'm afraid I am unfamiliar with that colloquialism..."<br/><br/>She settled into the chair Tyler had indicated, glancing out the window as he gestured in that direction. "Ah yes, the gardens are lovely."<br/><br/>A servant moved close, inquiring if she wanted a drink. "A glass of white wine, please." A moment later, she had a glass of wine in hand.