#lcvcntc.

tired was the lazy excuse she’d fed him when he questions why her recap of the night was limited to ‘fine’. she is tired, but worlds away from fine. the mug of coffee in her hands, now lukewarm, has played an adequate prop, pressing to parted lips each time an insufficient surge of adrenaline hinders her from voicing giselle’s words that have been plaguing her mind. it’s only when he’s reached the door, ready for his first meeting, that the pulse in her ears urges her to speak. “ i need to ask you something. ”     * / @lcvcntc​

“ i’m thinking being the french king’s girlfriend has worked wonders on your sister’s confidence. ” kostya was not the only one surprised by the events that took place in moscow. “ she pulled quite the impertinent stunt with alexei the other night. ”

it takes several attempts until her fingers finally slip into her gloves, as she scurries down the hall in search of— “ did you know that fanni is spending nights at the russian princess’ place ? ”      * / @olimpiacroy​ + @lcvcntc​

“ oh ! ” it’s an ugly sound that echoes through the empty living room when she sees their staff lugging a box, brandished with her name, over the first few stairs. how rude of her ! but she was a mere couple of steps from being too late. “ i— ” the burden of the boxes might almost be as heavy as the impulse weighing at the tip of her tongue. “ —i think you can leave that one in the master ? ” with the rest of his boxes. through her peripherals, she glances over at levente, anticipating an objection.     * / @lcvcntc​

the view ! it seizes her gaze before she has the chance to notice the shoes by the door. handbag is disposed onto the couch as she starts for the balcony, only to be met by a much less enticing view. “ oh, ” smile falters, but only slightly, as her eyes sweep over the room — which takes her all of three seconds ! “ i didn’t realise the suite would be this small. ”     * / @lcvcntc​