MARYA | ship roulette verse, for Pierre @skyjci
The betrothal had been sealed a month ago, but the wedding was not to be for another week. Princess Marya had went about life in the house on Vzdvizhenka Street much as she had been, or tried to. There was a luminous quality about her eyes and face that showed plainly her happiness. She had felt as if she ought to be embarassed about it, and had spoken very little to those who came to call.
When Pierre came to the house, to finalize things with Prince Andrei -- who was still recovering -- about the wedding or simply to speak with her or Princess Sofiya, Princess Marya could not affect the reserve she did with others. It was one of the days where Pierre had spoken long with Prince Andrei, and came across the two princesses in the drawing room.
Princess Marya looked up into his face when he entered the room. Greetings were exchanged between the three of them, but yet the princess' eyes did not leave his face. She hoped he would sit with her. "Is all well with André?" she asked instead. "If there is anything... anything that needs done..."
