nastya, natsya! what if we put one of the horses in that lady's room! she already looks like a horse.
The corners of her mouth lift into a wry grin. Oh, Alexei could be positively terrible! And her family called HER the imp? Hmph! By all rights, she should probably scold him for even thinking of such a thing. Lady Margarethe was their guest, after all! But, it wasn’t a half-bad idea. She’d leave the scolding to Tatiana.
❝When did you become so devious, Алеша? Are you trying to become a shvibzik like your big sister?❞ A hand reaches out to muss his hair affectionately. ❝And just how do you plan to get the horse past the guards, much less into her room? I’m not sure Mama or Papa would appreciate such antics. I wouldn’t be surprised if they confined you to your room for being such an imp.❞