❝ In a world tainted by decadent rulers, the Princess must step back to her kingdom for a revamp of the rules, claiming her rightful place on the throne ❞
Rules are made to be broken was the only rule Lysandra ever abided by. When that very principl...
"Sybil grew up in France and hence the French tongue," explained Laurent, his voice dying down when he was not acknowledged by the ladies.
"Oh, it's no problem. Je parle français." Lysandra looked down to the ground shyly when she caught the scrutinising gaze of the lady.
[Je parle français - I speak French]
"You hear, Laur?" Sybil chuckled, patting her shoulder. "La fille parle français! You've got yourself a fine young woman."
[La fille parle français - the girl speaks French]
"Too bad," Laurent clipped in. "I neither understand nor speak French."
"That's actually very advantageous for us ladies to be discreet whenever the need arises," Sybil confessed, winking at Lysandra.
Laurent snorted pulling her away from his step-mother and deeper into the house.
"So, you speak French?" he said, trying to strike a conversation.
"Obviously."
"Interesting. Brillo y belleza, I see," he smirked.
[Brillo y belleza - brilliance and beauty]
"Halagador no te llevará a ninguna parte, niño," Lysandra shot back, splitting her lips into a proud grin when Laurent's jaw dropped.
[Halagador no te llevará a ninguna parte, niño - flattering will get you nowhere, kiddo]
"Interesting," he breathed, raising one of his sculpted eyebrow. "You speak Spanish as well? What are you?"
"I wish I knew," she murmured to herself and then tilted her chin up to face him. "I like to master languages when I've got time to spare
"I could never guess you'd have it in you, loser."
"As if you know me at all," Lysandra scoffed, turning her back towards him and looking around.
"So, when did your dad marry Jade?"
Shock muddled Lysandra's thoughts as she faced Laurent with a confused glare, her eyes wide open. In this town, she thought, keeping her secrets was not an easy task. It was the first time that she had found herself in such a situation, where people were interested in her life, unlike the laying low kind of lifestyle that she had had until then. What was more terrifying was the fact that she didn't know how to deal with it. She didn't know how to get rid of the prying eyes, trying to find that little loophole that they could squeeze into, exposing her all together.
"I mean, it is not rocket science to figure out that Jade isn't your mom," Laurent chimed in, taking in her perplexed facade. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, quite frankly."
"Both my parents are dead," she said, not wanting to spew any lies. "Jade and Will took me in a while ago. Leave it at that, please."
"Alright." To her relief, he, neither looked at her with pity filled features nor did he try to empathise with her for her loss. Rubbing her back lightly with his hand, he offered her a smile and led her further into the party.
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