Franziska was certainly the life of the party; woman after woman were surrounding them, trying to catch their eye. It made them feel a bit bad—they were certain their betrothed was witnessing how they were being treated. Part of them didn't care. They had a political deal; he'd help them get their country back and then she'd leave, never to see him again.
At least, that's the plan and how it'd go in their head.
Fran was sure they could feel their mother's glare, as she swept yet another girl onto the dance floor, moving with expertise that only a practiced dancer would have. They had grown up a dancer, a thief, and many other things; much of which their mother would not approve—did not approve of.
They had sent a letter to Manon, in hopes that she may come to tonight's event. But until then, they would spend their time dancing with all of the women that asked. It was not until someone caught their eye, her elegant dress and mask in the corner of Fran's vision as they twirled their current dance partner.
That person found their way to them, and bumped into Franziska, who released their dance partner to turn their attention to the owner of a very familiar voice.
Their lips pulled into a wicked grin, as they leaned into the woman's touch. "Mmm, I think the masks give us all a sense of wonder." They purred the words, moving to slip one hand around Manon's waist, their previous partner forgotten. When Manon was around, she was the only one Fran paid attention too, after all.
"You, my dear, have just disappointed dozens of women who were hoping for my attention." They chuckled breathlessly, as one hand reached to toy with the strands of the princess' mask.
"I've missed you." They murmured, as they pulled Manon away from the dance floor, and the prying eyes that were locked on the royal. "Shall I acquire us drinks, and perhaps a nice, secluded balcony so that we might reacquaint?"
At least, that's the plan and how it'd go in their head.
Fran was sure they could feel their mother's glare, as she swept yet another girl onto the dance floor, moving with expertise that only a practiced dancer would have. They had grown up a dancer, a thief, and many other things; much of which their mother would not approve—did not approve of.
They had sent a letter to Manon, in hopes that she may come to tonight's event. But until then, they would spend their time dancing with all of the women that asked. It was not until someone caught their eye, her elegant dress and mask in the corner of Fran's vision as they twirled their current dance partner.
That person found their way to them, and bumped into Franziska, who released their dance partner to turn their attention to the owner of a very familiar voice.
Their lips pulled into a wicked grin, as they leaned into the woman's touch. "Mmm, I think the masks give us all a sense of wonder." They purred the words, moving to slip one hand around Manon's waist, their previous partner forgotten. When Manon was around, she was the only one Fran paid attention too, after all.
"You, my dear, have just disappointed dozens of women who were hoping for my attention." They chuckled breathlessly, as one hand reached to toy with the strands of the princess' mask.
"I've missed you." They murmured, as they pulled Manon away from the dance floor, and the prying eyes that were locked on the royal. "Shall I acquire us drinks, and perhaps a nice, secluded balcony so that we might reacquaint?"
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