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It was quite strange to be back in France again after all this time. And to be at court no less! Holding fast to Nikolai with one hand and holding Agnessa on her hip with the other, Ella looked around rather anxiously. 

Oh, she prayed they wouldn’t be here... The princess didn’t want to see her step-family. And more importantly, she didn’t want them anywhere near her children. It had been anxiety inducing enough to return to France once before with Nikolai. And she’d kept him glued to her side, refusing to let her step-son out of arm’s reach; lest he be the next target of the Tremaine’s ire. 

But now, with Nikolai, a toddler, and another on the way, all Ella wanted was peace and quiet. To not have to fear for the safety of her family. She looked over at her husband, thinking how her step-mother had sold her to his father in hopes of making her life more miserable. And true, it had been for a while. But not anymore. 

“Nikolushka, Agna, remember... You must stay with either Papa or I. Please. Not everyone here is kind and gentle.” Ella begged the children. 

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EVER WONDER WHAT MY MUSE SAYS ABOUT YOURS?

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Dearest Mother & Father, 

Today was my birthday, as you know. Though I cannot truly say that it was a day of celebration or joy. Had our dear friends still been here, I am sure that they at least would have had smiles for me. 

But as such, I content myself with only the company from the mice and all my other little friends. Jacqueline was very kind, sitting on my shoulder all day. I had hoped that Madam and the girls would have at least said something, but I suppose even that is too big a wish. 

I did think, for the briefest of moments that Anastasia remembered and was going to say something this morning after breakfast. But I shall never really know, as all she ended up saying was that her favorite dress had a tear, and ordered me to mend it. 

Yours ever,

After a few weeks of lessons, Keb was becoming more confident in her singing, her voice more controlled and less hesitant. She wasn't quite ready to show Bali, though he'd commented once or twice when he overheard her singing or when she'd joined in his music. But he'd always thought her voice was beautiful...

"Mr. Leroux," she said after going through their regular exercises, "I really want to get good at...at a love song." She was fiddling with the new ring she wore; Bali had upped the ante for gift-giving by first proposing to her and then granting her immortality. Perhaps he saw it the other way around, but to Keb's mind she owed him so much more than it was in her power to give.