“I… I suppose there would be no harm in that. It would be quite unbecoming of you not to escort me,” Tatiana reasoned as she turned and began heading back to her family’s apartments. She was quiet for a moment before she glanced over at the gentleman again, eyebrows furrowing. “You look familiar — do you know the Baroness Zinaida?”
“My thoughts exactly,” he concurred, falling into step a mere pace behind the Duchess. Upon being addressed, Nikodem lifted his gaze from the ground, brows rising momentarily. “Ah, yes. She’s my younger sister. One of them, at least. You’ve spoken to her?”







