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.”
