Tori Transmigrated

As the heir to the Guevera March, Sebastian not only knew every noble family in their region, but also aristocratic families and ones in influential positions. This included the Zisos family, which currently consisted of two people: Pope Stefanos Zisos, the highest authority in the Church of Belcoy, and his nephew-cum-adopted-son, Constantine.

Pope Zisos came from a very modest background and was immensely popular with commoners. He got along well with the ruling elite for his strict stance on remaining out of Soleil politics and focusing on the church being of service to, and leading the faith of, the people. He rose through the ranks to become elected Pope early in his forties, just around the time of the Macerian Plague, which swept through his hometown.

Sur’s policy was to quarantine the infected areas, leaving guarded, specific meeting points to deliver supplies and medicine to try to aid those infected. By the time the plague was starting to dissipate, it had caused the death of nearly everyone in Pope Zisos’ hometown, leaving only the infant of his younger sister.

With no other family, Constantine was thus raised in Temple Mountain.

From the information Sebastian had gathered, the boy was well-educated; as expected from a child who tested into Lycée du Soleil. He was strong in his faith, but reflected the usual casualness of most believers in the empire. Because of this, his Lycée project was public assistance through the church, of which he had a connection to.

Sebastian didn’t think much of it. In fact, he thought it was completely natural. The entire point of Lycée projects was to connect a talented student to the empire by forcing them to use their resources on it. The goal was to make a future leader want to see it grow and succeed as their project. It made them invested in the improvement of the empire they were a part of.

And it worked.

Any money spent on the project was considered part of the taxes paid by the student’s family and deducted from the amount set to be paid. This was why it was very important to match a student with a project suited for them and within their means.

However, he still thought Tori’s project was on the extreme end. They were wealthy and everyone knew that, but no one in the right mind would expect a girl Tori’s age to do what she was asked. Sebastian expected some level of failure; something more difficult than a rival company buying bricks.

But Tori pushed along with an almost terrifying amount of efficiency and planning.

As such, he didn’t think too much of his sister asking Constantine to focus his project on the delta. After all, some of Tori’s other friends were also focusing their project there. It was a good idea and Sebastian secretly applauded his sister’s use of her connections to mutual benefit.

But, as Sebastian hadn’t met Constantine in person, he wanted to find out a bit more about the boy’s personality and reputation in school.

Sebastian called one of his newer contacts.

“Lord Sebastian, good evening.” JP Vissage was one of his sister’s friends and Sebastian found him and Henrik Skuldsen to be the best two sources of information in his sister’s internal circle.

When he met Tori’s friends in the winter, he wanted to get their contacts - in case there was an emergency and something happened to his sister and she couldn’t contact them. He first thought of asking Tori’s roommate, Miss Agafonova; however, they were often together and if something happened to Tori, then Miss Agafonova would likely be caught up in it as well. He also had a suspicion that there was some information she wouldn’t share.

Sebastian respected that. Everyone needed a confidante.

Sonia and Albert also seemed like they would be tightlipped. Ewan was a good kid, but he was most likely to tell Tori that he reported to Sebastian. That left Henrik and JP: both excellent sources of information. Henrik could reach out to him if there was something of concern regarding their company and get him information from the guild.

However, JP was the best source of information when it came to people around Tori. He was observant and well connected to Lycée’s social information network. If Sebastian wanted to find out social information on another student in his sister’s vicinity, JP was the one to go to.

“My apologies for bothering you this evening, Mr. Vissage,” Sebastian said as he sat on the chair of his resort balcony. He looked down at the terrace beside the beach where he was sunbathing earlier. Tori was still there, sitting across a small wooden table with their mother and talking. Their parents would leave in the morning with Kasen. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to ask a question about one of your classmates.”

“Constantine Zisos, class 4A. Current rank 22, just under Albert. His elective is historical texts and art. No after school activities, although he volunteers at a near-by shrine.” JP answered at once and Sebastian furrowed his brows and looked at his comcry with suspicion.

“Were you expecting this call?”

“Tori called to ask if we wanted anything from Karap and said Mr. Zisos was going to be her ‘tour guide’,” JP said. “My lord, I don’t believe you have anything to worry about. Mr. Zisos is very amiable and respectful.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes. Amiable and respectful? That was all well and good, but he had a specific question. “What does he look like?”

There was a brief pause. “Pardon, my lord?”

“Constantine Zisos. I’ve never seen him. What does he look like?”

“Oh...a bit tall, dark blond hair, gray eyes-”

“Is he good-looking?”

There was more silence. “If we’re going by his popularity at Lycée, then yes. Several young ladies in his class are quite fond of him and he has been asked to join them on outings, but has rejected both young ladies and young men across our school. He doesn’t appear interested in anyone in particular and seems to treat everyone the same.”

“Ah....” Sebastian let out a low breath of relief. “That’s good-”

“Except for Tori. My sister heard from Ilyana, who heard from Mama J, that before we left for winter break, Mr. Zisos bought her coffee at Cafe Fortuna.”

Sebastian’s jaw clenched. “Is that so.”

“I don’t know the details. One moment, my lord.” Sebastian heard a bit of shuffling and then faint voices that seemed to be shouting across a room. “Sonia! Why did Mr. Zisos buy Tori coffee?”

“Why do you want to know?” Miss Vissage sounded suspicious.

“I’m curious.”

“Psh.... I’m not telling you, you giant gossip!” Sebastian heard a door slam.

“My apologies, my lord. I’m afraid that’s all I know,” JP said in a droll voice.

“No, this is enough. Just consider this brotherly concern. Thank you for letting me know, Mr. Vissage.” Sebastian heard him say it was fine and Sebastian ended the call. He frowned and looked down at the terrace once more.

Tori had her face in her hands as she shook her head. Their mother continued to talk, but with the distance between them, Sebastian couldn’t hear what was being said.

He slid his finger across his comcry once more. “Call Kasen de Guevera.”

A moment later, the lazy voice of his brother answered him. “What do you want?”

“You’ve met the Zisos kid. What do you think of him?”

“Nice kid. Well spoken, intelligent, and diligent in his work,” Kasen said. “Why?”

“You know why. She’s going to spend time with him in Karap.”

Kasen let out an exasperated breath. “You don’t have to worry about young Mr. Zisos. No matter how good-looking he is, what matters is that Tori treats him, at best, as a work colleague.”

“And you’re sure about this?” Sebastian said as he rose to his feet. He paced his balcony.

“Yes.” Kasen sounded annoyed. “I keep telling you; the one you should be keeping your eye on is that pupil of yours.”

“I had a talk with him when I dropped her off last winter,” Sebastian said with irritation.

“Well, it didn’t work.”

“How do you know?” Sebastian snorted. “The kids said that Tori and Piers are just friends; this is something they heard confirmed from Tori and Piers’ mouths.”

“Don’t pay attention to words alone.” Kasen ended the call and Sebastian frowned. He shook his head and glanced down at the terrace. Tori’s face was flushed and she seemed to be denying something.

He put his comcry in his pocket and left his room. He walked down the stairs and rounded the corner to get to the terrace. Just before he could step out, a hand reached out and grabbed him, pulling him back inside. Sebastian tensed at once; there were very few people who could sneak up on him and only one of them was present.

“Don’t disturb them,” his father said in a low, stern voice. He craned his neck to look past Sebastian, towards the open door. “Your mama is having a serious conversation with your sister.”

Sebastian nodded obediently and stepped behind him, also still peering towards the door. “Do you know what they’re talking about?”

“Your mama said it was time that she had a woman-to-woman talk with Tori,” Gregorio told him.

Sebastian grimaced. “Is that necessary?”

“It is a parents’ duty to educate their children on such matters. Did I not do the same for you and Kasen?”

“You mean the traumatic events I tried to repress? Unfortunately, yes,” Sebastian said with a deadpan look. He lifted a hand and ran it through his hair. “Papa, did you tell her that it’s fine for her to come home?”

“Yes. I told her she doesn’t need to marry and can live at home. When your mother and I are gone, it will be up to you to support your sister,” Gregorio told him. He lifted a hand and placed it on Sebastian’s shoulder with pride. “I know you will take good care of her, my son.”

Sebastian nodded, accepting his duty. He glanced out the door. Tori was drinking wine with a haunted expression. “How did she take it when you told her?”

Gregorio smiled. “She was quite happy.”

“Really?” Sebastian couldn’t help but be surprised. “She’s been full of surprises since the accident.”

Gregorio chuckled a bit, but had a glint of sadness in his eyes. He put his arm around his son’s shoulders as they looked out towards the terrace. “As long as she is safe, Sebastian.”

“I know, Papa.”

“...When you’re in the delta and Horizon, keep an eye on that pupil of yours.” His father narrowed his eyes. “She insists that they are friends, but that prince has always been cleverer than we gave him credit for.”

Sebastian frowned. “I’ll observe when we arrive. I told him before not to have such thoughts about Tori. He dares defy me....”

“His closeness to your sister has been noticed by the Empress. The rest of Horizon’s nobles must’ve noticed something by now, or at the very least, heard rumors.” Gregorio seemed to grind his teeth. “They may think the two are...involved.”

Sebastian looked towards his father with a mirroring look of disgust.

“What are you two doing, looming by the door?” a woman’s voice called out, sounding exasperated.

“Darling, I was waiting for you to finish so we could go on our evening walk.” Gregorio stepped out with an innocent, gentle smile on his face.

Sebastian said nothing. His father likely was legitimately waiting.

“Tori and I just finished,” Antonia said as she rose from her seat. She stood up from her chair and reached out to stroke her daughter’s hair. “Tori, remember what we talked about.”

Sebastian watched his sister nod as she gazed blankly into the distance. He understood. The day his father sat him down for a ‘talk’ had disturbed him, as well. At the very least, Mama didn’t bring out books for her to review.

“I will send you the books when I get to Presidio,” Antonia told Tori before stepping back and extending her hand towards Gregorio. “If you have any questions, call me.”

“Sebastian, walk your sister back to her room when she’s ready,” Gregorio told him.

The middle-aged couple held hands as they wandered off to walk along the beach in the moonlight. Sebastian looked back at his sister.

“Are you all right?” he asked, carefully.

Tori ran her hand down her face. “I appreciate Mama being responsible and proactive in my...education. But that doesn’t make this any less awkward.” She took a deep breath before standing up and placing her hands on the edge of the table. A determined look was on her face. “Let’s never talk about this again.”

Sebastian nodded and followed behind his sister as she trudged back into the resort and towards her room between his and Andrew’s. When she was safely inside, Sebastian walked into his.

As awkward as Tori’s talk with their mother might have been, perhaps whatever was said would serve to rein in any misplaced interest his sister may have in others.

One would think that since Antonia had only become her mother recently, having a talk on love, puberty, and sex wouldn’t be mortifying.

But it was and Tori was sure it would haunt her the rest of her life.

In the end, she had sat through her mother’s extended lecture on the basics of identifying emotional love and carnal lust, on relationships, on the importance of trust, being ‘prepared’, and how she shouldn’t allow herself to be swayed by a few sweet words and a pretty face.

“I know he’s very handsome, Tori. He takes after his uncle and the General is very popular,” her mother had said in a matter-of-fact voice.

Tori had stared at her mother, unable to keep the pained and horrified look from her face. Her voice was strained. “Who are we talking about?” She had asked, but she knew damn well who they were talking about.

Her mother had given her a knowing, sympathetic look. “I know how it can be at your age. You start to feel things and notice others in ways you hadn’t before.”

“Please stop....”

“I know the first time I saw your papa-”

Tori had mentally checked out at that point and snatched her wine glass off the table before chugging it back. Thankfully, it came to an end and she’d zoned back in when she saw Sebastian. Despite it all, she supposed it was good that her mother took time to talk to her about it. She had thought that would be the end of it.

Except that when her mother had said good-bye to her before they boarded the Ocean Queen, Antonia had held her close and whispered. “Do not let the Empress dictate your relationship with her son and don’t let her son take advantage of you.”

“Mama, I’ve told you. It’s not like that-”

“You’re still young. You have time to consider others. Don’t settle for just a pretty face. Enjoy your date with that boy in Karap.”

“It’s not!”

The only good thing about her mother’s parting words was that her brothers and father were standing too far away to hear. Although, even if they were, it wouldn’t change anything.

Meeting up with Constantine in Karap wasn’t a date. It was what it was: meeting up and hanging out with a friend. Soleil’s culture was relaxed when it came to interactions between unrelated individuals. Sure, there were always stricter families and classes that made their children have chaperones, but for the most part there was no real stigma placed on either party.

Tori spent plenty of time with just one of her male friends: Henrik when they worked on Lions Gate, Ewan when they trained, and even Constantine when they were at the delta. Not to mention, she’d been alone with Piers on long carriage rides.

Which was why she thought it was strange that Sebastian wanted to come with her.

Tori narrowed her eyes as her brother walked down the dock with her after disembarking from the Ocean Queen. Karap was a large port. Almost as large as Tres Arcos, with many piers and docks that welcomed pilgrims and merchants. It was settled along a cluster of hills filled with small homes and businesses. Closer to the shore were larger shops and inns. On the hills to the east was a large church and monastery complex surrounded by a village that lodged and supported pilgrims.

Where they were now, she could see the jagged mountain range to the northeast. Built atop the cliffs of the tallest peak was Temple Mountain - the holiest spot of the Church of Belcoy. It would take a day, to a day and a half, to trek there, so Constantine must’ve spent the night in Karap.

Tori’s lips tightened into an annoyed line. She hadn’t had the chance to warn Constantine of her brother as she didn’t expect Sebastian to follow.

“You’re really going to come with me?” she asked.

“I heard you’re going sightseeing. I want to come, too.” Sebastian smiled and if she didn’t know any better, she wouldn’t suspect a thing.

“You’re telling me that you’ve never been to Karap. You? Who is always running all over Sur for Papa?”

Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. “It’s been a while and when I do come, I’m working and don’t get a chance to take in the sights.”

“Wouldn’t you have more fun with Andy?” Tori asked. Their cousin was just a year older than Sebastian and so they were actually quite close. She thought that they’d amuse themselves bar hopping or something along the port while she was sightseeing with Constantine.

“He’s busy.”

Tori narrowed her eyes. “Doing what?”

“Naval things.”

She wanted to call out his bullshit, but it was too late.

“Lady Guevera!” A voice called from the stone walkway ahead of them and Tori looked forward. Constantine was standing close to the dock in dark gray pants and a loose off-white shirt with a gray cap. A brilliant smile was on his face as he raised an arm to wave in order to get her attention.

Tori almost winced at how bright he seemed to appear to her. Perhaps it was the power of being a love interest that made him stand out amongst the sea of people in the busy port.

“He’s your friend?” Sebastian asked beside her.

“Yes. He’s also doing his project on the delta.” She glanced up at her brother. Sebastian’s eyes were narrowed.

“I see....” The corners of his lips were tugged down just a bit. “So, he is handsome.”

Tori looked at her brother strangely, unsure how to take that. “He’s a normal friend. Like Ewan and the others.”

“But he’s better looking than Ewan and the others.”

Tori shot him a glare. “He’s not better looking than Ilyana.”

Her brother raised a brow. “You’ve always had a weakness for good-looking people.”

Tori rolled her eyes. “I didn’t befriend him because he’s good-looking.”

“Is that so?” Sebastian turned to look at her and threw her a bright smile. “Well, then, that’s good. Introduce me.”

Tori smiled, wryly, and turned forward. She raised her arm. “Mr. Zisos! Thanks for meeting us here!”

His eyes seemed crinkle up with a smile as he gave her a shake of his head. “It’s not a problem. I’m always happy to show others around my home area.” He looked past her and gave a small respectful bow of his head towards Sebastian. “You must be one of Lady Guevera’s brothers?”

“Sebastian de Guevera, Tori’s eldest brother.” Sebastian extended his hand and smiled. “You are Pope Zisos’ son. I’ve heard you’re doing your project in the delta as well. You’re doing good work.”

Tori narrowed her eyes as her brother amiably greeted Constantine. Part of her was still somewhat suspicious of why Sebastian wanted to tag along, but as long as he was nice to her friends, she would accept it.

“Thank you, my lord,” Constantine said. “I am hoping that my project can be of help to the villagers.”

“Mr. Zisos, I hope you don’t mind, but my brother rarely comes to Karap and was also interested in sightseeing with us,” Tori said, taking a step forward.

Constantine’s smile never left his face. “I don’t mind at all. I’m happy to show you both around. I thought we’d walk through the port area and then take a donkey cart to the base of the monastery. The port area has more town specialties than beyond the hill and the monastery, which mainly cater to pilgrims. There is a restaurant halfway up to the monastery that has a great view of Karap. After lunch, we’ll head up to the monastery to show you some of the religious artwork collected.”

“What about the Bishop?” Tori asked as she reached his side.

“He will meet us at the monastery and personally show us around. He’s quite excited that you’ve come and is eager to show you the monastery.”

“Sebby,” Tori looked over her shoulder as they began to walk towards town. “What time do we need to be back on the ship?”

“Andrew has reserved some rooms for us at an inn by the dock. We don’t need to get back until tomorrow,” he told her.

“Perfect! Okay, Mr. Zisos, lead the way!” Tori beamed. Constantine gave her a bright smile and walked alongside her, launching into a brief history of the city.

“Karap’s location along rocky coasts and cliffs isn’t exactly ideal for building a city, but there needed to be a close port for Temple Mountain.”

“Temple Mountain pre-dates Karap?”

“Yes, it was settled by some of the church's earliest believers before the settlement of the Central Corridor.”

“Then it pre-dates the empire, kingdom, and tribes.” Tori nodded, happily soaking up the information she was given. Every so often, she’d ask questions on the church’s influence in the area on both the culture, people, and lifestyles.

Constantine would stop at particular spots to point out views, architecture, and important sigils carved into the wood above doorways and windows.

“Have you noticed the weathervanes on some of the buildings?” he asked. “The animal used typically represents the occupation of its occupants.”

“There are a lot of birds.”

“Merchants.”

“Makes sense. What does Karap specialize in selling? I know it’s mainly a town that receives pilgrims. Perhaps things for their journeys?”

“Yes, there are many supply stores here. However, I think you’re thinking of local specialty products. The hills and valley beyond it have a lot of old olive trees that aren’t found anywhere else on the continent. Our olive oil is unmatched,” Constantine told her as he pointed out some stores with bottles on display.

“What about things used for religious activity?” Tori wasn’t sure how to ask about religious paraphernalia. Whenever she’d visited large churches, temples, or shrines in her original world, there were often people just outside selling wooden prayer beads, charms, or icons. Sometimes, the religious structure sold them directly in order to fund itself.

Constantine smiled, appearing pleased she asked. “Only the Church of Belcoy are allowed to sell such things. And sell, is a bit of an awkward term. We prefer that a donation is made in exchange and there are tiers. For example, a copper will get you a prayer charm.”

“Who makes the items?”

“Members of the church. It’s seen as disingenuous if laymen make them.”

“Ah...,” Tori nodded, understanding. “Then you’ve never made one.”

Constantine laughed and had a sheepish grin. “No, at least not an official one. I’ve tried my hand at prayer charms. My uncle says it could use more practice.” Tori chuckled and he glanced over at her. “If I go in that direction, I’ll be sure to make you one.”

Tori smiled back. “Then, I’ll return the favor. I’m trying to make crystal talismans. If I succeed, I’ll give you one, as well.”

“I look forward to it.”

“So, when are we eating lunch?” A voice spoke up behind them and Tori turned around. Sebastian hadn’t said much during their walk. She assumed it was because he was already familiar with the history and was a bit bored following two teenagers around. Now that she looked at him, he did indeed look as if he were regretting his decision to come.

The corners of his lips were turned down somewhat and his eyes were narrowed.

“We’re almost to the restaurant, my lord. It isn’t far.” Constantine tried to reassure her brother and even pointed up the street. “We can see it from here.”

Sebastian gave him a stern nod and stepped forward. “I’m famished. Aren’t you two? Let’s quicken our pace.”

Oh, maybe he’s hangry. Poor, Sebby. I’ve been dragging him around all morning. Tori reached into her bag for her dried fruit and nuts she brought to snack on if she got hungry. “Sebby, do you want some of my cut up dried fruit and nuts?” She held out a drawstring canvas bag she’d bought in King’s Harbor for the purpose of hoarding snacks.

“No, you keep that for yourself in case you get hungry later,” he told her with a smile. “We’ll be eating soon.”

“All right. Mr. Zisos, do you want to try? The dried fruits and nuts are from Tres Arcos. I had them cut up and mixed together. It’s quite good. I made some for my parents and brother before they left.”

“I’d love to try some-”

“On second thought, I’m hungrier than I realized. Tori, give me your bag.” Before Tori could pour some of the fruit and nuts into Constantine’s hand, her bag was plucked out of her hand.

She watched, somewhat concerned, as her brother held it and dug in, shoving a handful of fruit and nuts into his mouth as they walked along. He didn’t seem to care to share and after his fifth handful, the bag was empty.

He gave it back to her and patted his stomach. “Delicious, Tori. Thank you!”

Tori looked at the empty bag in her hand and her lips drew into a tight line. “No problem....” Sebastian looked quite pleased with himself as he continued walking up the street to get to the top of the small hill where the restaurant was. Tori sighed and looked over at Constantine. “Sorry about that.”

He smiled and shook his head. “Lord Sebastian must be hungry.”

They reached the restaurant and Constantine rushed to speak to the hostess. Before he could open his mouth, another voice called out.

“Lady Guevera!”

Tori looked around, trying to find the source of whoever called her name. She saw a gray-haired, tanned man walking towards them. For a moment, she didn’t recognize him in ‘normal’ clothing, having been used to seeing him wearing some form of gray and silver robes at the delta.

“Bishop Florakis?” she asked, tentatively.

The old man welcomed her and told them he had come to meet them for lunch so he could recommend not only local dishes, but dishes pilgrims ate. Tori was a bit surprised, but her curiosity got the better of her. They went into the restaurant Constantine had pointed out; it seemed the Bishop was the one who recommended it.

Tori expected the pilgrimage food to be rather plain and dull looking, but it was delicious with well-seasoned grilled meat and had a wide array of colorful vegetables.

“Your Excellency, what makes this a pilgrimage meal?” she asked as she ate a carrot.

“Pilgrimage meals do not include any milled, fermented, or preserved items,” he said. “These are foods our ancestors would’ve eaten when they wandered.”

Tori narrowed her eyes. Isn’t this just the paleo diet? She pushed that aside and continued to eat as she listened to her brother and the Bishop discuss crystals. The Bishop was excited to meet a real pupil of Master Ramos. As the meal concluded, Sebastian went to make a call.

“That reminds me,” the Bishop said as he stood up after Sebastian left. “One of the priests is bringing a shawl for Lady Guevera. Everyone must have some sort of head covering upon entering the monastery.”

Tori nodded. “Thank you for your consideration, Your Excellency.” He scurried off to see if the other priest had come, leaving Tori alone with Constantine. Before she could ask about his own trip from Temple Mountain, the handsome young man put his utensils down and met her eyes.

“Lady Guevera, I have something I wish to ask you.”

His serious tone worried her for a moment and she gave him a hesitant nod. “All right. What is it?”

Constantine avoided her eyes and took a deep breath. He seemed to be gathering his thoughts before meeting her gaze once more. “My lady, are you and His Highness Prince Piers in a...relationship?” He rushed out the first part before ending almost fearfully with the ‘r’ word.

There was no use in pretending she didn’t understand. At this point, it was clear everyone had questions about her and Piers’ relationship. She let out a low breath. “Piers and I are friends. I know we seem very attentive to each other, and we are, but I am attentive to all my friends. In addition, I don’t have time for romantic relationships, remember? I told you.”

Constantine nodded his head and lowered his eyes. “I know. I remember. It’s just...everyone at the delta spoke of you and His Highness.”

Tori’s eyes narrowed even further. “Everyone at the delta?”

Constantine gave her a wry smile. “They said the first time you came, you were with His Highness, and you two were very close.”

“Honestly, even Ilyana and the others think it’s romantic...now you.” Tori closed her eyes and sighed heavily. “I know these rumors won’t end anytime soon, as I don’t plan on treating Piers any different. He’s my friend and I care about him, but that is all we are.”

“I don’t mean to upset you.”

“No, you’re not. This isn’t your fault,” Tori told him seriously. “I don’t mind clearing it up with you. Piers and I are friends, which I’m quite satisfied with. I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Some people seem to want and need a romantic relationship, but I don’t really feel it. Not now.” She paused for a moment. “Or ever, actually.”

“Have you thought that perhaps you haven’t met the right person yet?” he asked quietly.

Tori chuckled. She got that a lot in her original world. “It isn’t about another person, Mr. Zisos. It is about me and how I feel. I am simply....” She could think of one simple way to put it and it made her smile. “Not interested.”

Constantine looked down once more. “Does His Highness know?”

Tori’s smile widened and she nodded. “He knows. It hasn’t changed anything between us.”

“I see....” Constantine let out a low breath. “I didn’t consider that you would not be interested....”

“People like me are rare,” Tori said. “But this doesn’t mean I can’t care about people, Mr. Zisos. I love my family and friends very much.”

He looked up and met her eyes. The expression on his face softened. “I know. I’ve only been around you for a short period of time, but I know that much. Thank you for telling me and clarifying it, Lady Guevera.”

“Not at all. We work well together and I don’t want any misunderstandings,” Tori told him.

Constantine nodded and lifted his wine glass to hers. “Then, to working together at the delta.”

Tori smiled and clinked her glass with his. “To teamwork.”