MARCH 2024
❝ EVGENIYA ZAKHAROVA. ❞ the tone of his voice didn't hide the surprise and amusement of hearing hers. the soft timbre sergi didn't think he'd be hearing for a long time still. ❝ thank you. apparently summer weddings are the standard or so i was convinced. yeah, she's even better at it than me to be honest. ❞ but as much as he looked like the conversation was one he enjoyed, it felt unsettling speaking with zhenya about his wedding when a few years back he was sure she'd be the one walking down the aisle towards him. ❝ and what have you been up to ? ❞
"Sergi d'Aragó," she mimicked him with a smile on her face. "Summer weddings are generally liked, yes." She didn't want to do small talk... but if she was being honest, she hadn't come with a profound message to pass him. Her feet had just led her to his door. "Playing a step-mom. It's ah... a weird situation back in Karelia." She felt bad for the d'Orléans girl! She couldn't participate in the propaganda when she could see the end goal so clearly. If her mother was given two years, the future monarch of Belarus would be no more than a puppet. "I'm not sure if I ever properly apologized. I could have given a warning before abandoning you."












