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âNot locked away, per se,â She said with a laugh, glancing at him over her shoulder. And she wasnât. Russia was beautiful and so were the people, in the sense that they were vastly different from what she knew while being the same. Her husband was patient and kind, but still, they seemed to prefer different parts of the castle nearly constantly. âI am glad to be in France. I know French,â She teased lightly before shaking her head. âBesides, my family is here as well, and many mysteries, if Iâm correct,â She hummed, looking back at him again with a faint grin. âPerhaps you could show me?â She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Anything short of everything for a creature such as herself seemed a prison to Luca, whether the walls were painted in gold, the beds dressed in silk, or the uniforms ordered in finest fashion hardly mattered. Then again, the prince had very few prisons left to endure he did not impose on himself. His head turned to her, his blue eyes alight, âmany mysteriesâ, he confirmed. The prince offered up a playful tone, though the offer was as real as any, âIâll show you anything you would like your highnessâ.













