|| closed starter || @edgaroconnor || Edgar
|| LOCATION || The O’Connor Residence
Genevieve taught French plenty to her younger siblings. Conjectures and subjectives when their governess had a poor handling of the lessons. It was easy to focus and push them onto the right path, keep their parents happy knowing the rest of the litter could speak the native tongue.
But how would she do *this*? Edgar was on her mind like a constant, a thing that could only be remedied with seeing him again. She wanted to ask what his intentions were with Sophia, demand he be clear in his wants. But that would give her away entirely. He still hadn’t realized she was a princess herself, so why would she be upset by that? There was hardly a reason. Not to mention, Lord O’Connor hated her now, having been under the impression she shared the sentiments towards him. What if he kicked her out, saw her not good enough for his brother? Or hated her so much that he would refuse any chance of them interacting?
Her mind jumbled with conflicting thoughts, even as she gave two gentle knocks to the front door of their home. It was massive and imposing, but all homes of this caliber were. Versailles was an overwhelm, so the O’Connor residence was a soothing, woodsy respite in comparison.
When the door opened, she came in contact with a staff member, kindly asking, “I am here to see Edgar. We have a language lesson or two to conduct.” Genevieve hated the sound of her voice. Unsure, shaky. Even considering calling him Mister O’Connor. There was two of them by that title, what a confusing mess that would be!
She needed to hurry. Clear her mind, soothe her thoughts. And quell the intense desire to kiss her new pupil again.
