The Dare of Dawn (Helga)

Maximus wasn't paying as much attention to the dear Lady as he probably should have been, his gaze having been pulled yet again to the tomes. The variety of topics was purely astounding and he knew that Moira would love it in here surrounded by such vast knowledge. He knew because she was a lot like him when it came to reading information. She was the most likely Raine of the bunch to absorb things like a soft cloth.

It wasn't until he heard the name O'Connell again that Maximus suddenly looked guilty. He needed to come clean and inform the sweet woman that he wasn't who she was thinking he was and state his true business. Though he had to admit a pang of jealousy ringing through him at the thought that whoever Sir O'Connell was, he was a lucky man to work among such volumes. 

Finally tearing himself away from the leather-bound books, Maximus reached up and rubbed the back of his neck which was a touch sweaty from the journey. He didn't like disappointing the woman but he'd have to set her straight gently. "Well, yesee..." he began to speak, only to be interrupted by the arrival of another woman. This one with a shock of raven hair and blue eyes almost as piercing as his own. And she did not look pleased. Oh, dear.