Sep 10, 2018
@ashencreature | con’t from (x)
“I know the journey was tiring,” Andrei said as he looked down at her fluttering eyes, his voice quiet, brusque, but not unkind. “You barely get enough rest as it is.” He looked away from her, at the light peeking in through the heavy drape of the curtains.
He could vaguely hear the bustling of the household below - Bogucharovo was not as large of a house as Bald Hills. Still, he doubted his wife would have trouble occupying herself here.