His nasty comment made her to stop smiling in a instance. “ Since when you care about Pooka? By the way, at least he likes me, you can’t say the same. ” replied, Pooka was the signal who made her to choose her path to St. Petersburg, Dmitry didn’t know ANYTHING to talk like that. Visibly angry & irritated, she couldn’t hold her tongue back. “ And, I was fine, reading IN SILENCE, since you came here. Probably you should be the one to learn the way to not stare a girl like creepy guy. ” stubborn as him, her tone was purely vexed. since Anya didn’t wanted to look at him anymore, her glance turned on the window’s train, looking the snow in the woods.
“I’m glad to know the opinion of a muttmeans so much to you, your highness.” A flash of white, lips curl up into a sneer ; feet crossed, Dmitry practically POUTS as his back hits the red velvet seat. Equally as STUBBORN a sly chuckle breaks from him, calloused hand d r a m a t i c a l l y clutching his chest. “You wound me, Anya. How will I ever recover ?!” A roll of his eyes, he sucks in a deep breath ; this was going to be a l o n g trip (oh, but the RUBLES, how different life will be ). Tongue darts over dry lips, the con man always quick on his feet, a master of changing the subject. “What are you reading so intently‘bout anyways ??”
she frowned, couldn’t stop smiling surprised, maybe because sounded like poor excuse for Anya. “ look —- if i’m going to be of royalty, everything has to be about me. ” replied, witty and proud, while was looking him and holding her book of PARIS. the orphan rested her back on train’s seat. “ anyway, did you enjoy your change of scenery? ”in her tone was obviously a mockering, holding her laugh but — still, she was curious about what Dmitry was thinking about.
“Typical —— you sound just like one ALREADY.” As a kitchen boy Dmitry was hardly, if ever, noticed. Royals would continue speaking as if he were not there ; a b l e s s i n g in the end, for that’s how he learned so much, all the palace’s secrets. St. Petersburg was long behind then now. A home he could never forget, even when he sometimes wanted to ( so, so many memories ). Tone just as mocking, Dmitry smirks —— eyes gleaming with pure mischief. “Oh, it could be better.” Arms cross against his lean torso, STUBBORN as his jaw sets. “Y’know, as a member of the royal family, you should probably learn the art of SILENCE. I’m sure even Pooka would agree when I say it was much more peaceful before your whiny voice broke in.”
STARING??Of course he’d been looking. Not that he’d ever be f o o l i s h enough to admit it. Immediately Dmitry scoffed at her words, an expression of admiration, fondnessIMMEDIATELY replaced with annoyance.
“I wasn’t even —— like what ?? Just because you could be the grand duchess, doesn’t mean it’s all about ‘bout YOU. I was just admiring the view, the change of scenery.” Yeah … right. S m o o t h.
