The table is round, here in Viscount Prothus's dining room. Hence, there is no end to it. We're all sitting as equals, which is surprising given this man's character.
I haven't uttered a word from the start of the dinner. I just nodded when Alexander asked me if I wanted some water.
Maybe, this is too much. But my husband isn't making me understand if there are issues, so I better continue like this.
The jewels I'm wearing are heavy and shiny, the dress elegant and detailed. I'm just like any other duchess right now.
«I was quite surprised to hear that your grace wasn't chosen as the late Emperor's successor,» the Viscount says at some point. «You were his crown prince. What made him change idea just before he died?»
«That is not what happened,» Alexander replies. Oh, again with that.
