Boss babes

The muffled sound of people packed in the cabins on the train turned into a wall of noise for only a couple seconds when someone entered his cabin. The cabin he had occupied in peace and quiet. Frederick had hoped it would stay that way during his travels in the train today since he had had a busy morning. The baron of Glimmerhollow was still very much not used to his title and the expectations that came along with it. Struggling to juggle his responsibilities in both Glimmerhollow and Alderrath. A big part of his life was still in Alderrath. It had been for many years. Not to mention the woman he stalked loved. After his conversation with the Duchess, he couldn't help but obsess over Alison and their upcoming engagement. He had to make plans. He had to do things right this time. He didn't want to ruin it. Not again. Aside from that, though, he had to make sure his theaters and galleries were functioning well in his absence. And his sister, of course. His dear sister, who now lived in Alderrath too. He had a whole life here. Alderrath had been more of his home than Glimmerhollow had ever been. So to hear the young woman, who had just entered the cabin, imply that it wasn't made him look up from the sketch book in his lap.

He had taken the short moment of peace in the train as an opportunity to sketch some details he remembered from his last encounter with Alison Winter. He had been drawing her eyes, softly scratching his pencil on paper, while mulling over his next move with the heiresses of Ashmoor. His gray-blue eyes looked up at the young woman's face, now sitting across from him in the soft cushions of the cabin seats. His eyebrows, which had been lowered into a frown before he looked up at her, raised in a bit of surprise and perhaps some early intrigue. She had addressed him by his first name, but she did not seem to ring a bell in his memory. He looked her down and up, slowly, as he took in who he had in front of him. He vaguely remembered her, but he wasn't quite sure from where. Something that was very clear to him, however, was the audacity this woman had. And even though it annoyed him, he was starting to get more intrigued. The glimmer in her eyes and that grin made him very curious about what she was up to. With a sharp, loud clap, he closed the sketch book on his lap, intertwining his fingers and resting them on top of the closed sketch book. He tilted his head a bit, locking eyes with her. She had his attention, alright. ”Are you always this audacious and  presumptuous to people you never met?” His eyes squinted a bit, though he couldn't help the slight curling up of the corner of his mouth.