"Duque, this is Emma Watson; Emma, the Duque de Castile." Ah yes, the famous actress you saved," the Duque said. "Sorry for not recognizing you, Miss ...atson, you look much more mature and beautiful than on screen." Thank you Duque de Castile, at least some male appreciates me around here," she replied, giving me a glare. "You have a wonderful Villa, with a breathtaking view." Thank you, it's been in my family for five generations," the Duque replied. "You're all joining us for lunch, yes?" Yes. “I believe I will,” I replied. She looked rather pensive as she considered my response then said something that shook me rigid. “Why can’t I come with you?” she demanded. I leaned forward and kissed her saying, “Oh Yvonne, I’ll only be a couple of days and I promise we’ll be back together soon.” “It’s not that,” she said, “I just thought it might be a fun thing to do.” Given Yvonne’s new found freedom from the shackles of her monogamous relationship I understood where she was coming from but in. ” “You wouldn’t have to stop being Yavara’s ambassador either. You’d just—” “No, Leveria.” I said firmly. Leveria turned to me, the mask of congeniality gone from her face. “We haven’t talked about what happened that day in the tower.” “Which day in the tower?” “Both days, actually.”I shifted uncomfortably. “There’s nothing that needs to be said.” “I’d say there is.” Leveria twisted her fingers together, “I uh… I know what it’s like.” “What?” “Death.” She stared fixedly at her entwined fingers,. ”There was hesitation there, but she did agree.“You like feeling sexy, don’t you?”“Yes.”“You like how sexy your legs are, don’t you?”“Yes.”“And so you must really like it when you’re wearing stockings.”Nod.“You decide to wear stockings more often.”Nod.“You decide to wear stockings whenever you can.”Nod.“Any chance you get, you wear stockings, and they make you look and feel sexy.”Nod.“You’re almost always wearing stockings.”Nod.I slowly woke her up, and after a few confused blinks, she smiled.