“Lady Ysabelle, ” Earl Doubrava took the woman’s right hand and kissed its soft skin, “it is good to see you again.”
Ysabelle gave a light smile. “Earl, good day.”
She watched as the head of the Priory of Sion sat on a solo sofa chair, waiting for him to gesture the same to her at the opposite one across the desk. She did when he raised a hand whilst saying, “Please do sit Milady.”
They were in a drawing room at the first floor of the enormous house. One bodyguard was seen stationed at the entrance of the door and another one opposite him. The room had a welcoming atmosphere; draped with thick yellow curtains and adorned with little crystal chandeliers on each sides.