“Very well.” Olympe gave a nod of acquiescence, turning to look around them dramatically. “Is it safe here, do you think?”
“Oui.” Lynette hissed the word, perturbed at being patronized. “But be quick about it.”
OuiOlympe turned to Jeanne, a look of pure mischief upon her beautiful face.
“Philippe, the Duc d"Orléans, is the King"s younger and only brother,” Olympe stated with a self-important tone.
“Yes, of course, Olympe, I do know that,” Jeanne cut in impatiently. “I do remember him from my younger days. But I do not remember him like…this.”
“He has changed much from when you last saw him,” Olympe continued unperturbed. “He prefers, well, his s****l preferences are obvious, I think.”
“But he is married, non?”
non“Oui, and for the second time, but only because his brother insists up
