He turned back, silently.She looked up at him finally, and stood. She was tall,the same height as he. She exuded the poise andelegance of a lifetime's...good breeding from fineFrench aristocracy, but Montague sensed a core ofsteel behind the soft exterior. She took a deepbreath, appraised him coolly and withoutembarrassment, then wrinkled her nose."You are filthy." She said, then softened a little. "But I am forgetting my manners. I am la ComtesseSylvia Genevieve Lavoisier de l'Ancherre."Montague. At first Ithought that she was a bimbo who was also a mistress, a contradictionin terms in my opinion, but the first few emails we exchanged made merealise how wrong I was.She was very forceful and intelligent, her dominant personalityshowing itself very clearly. She even had me capitalising her nameand being somewhat diffident, adopting her more formal style andcarefully answering any questions she put. Somehow, communicatingwith her just seemed to require that sort of attitude. She. The frustration turned to shock when, over the panic, confusion, and gunfire getting louder, she thought she’d heard Igazi’s voice shout “KILL THE,” followed by two shotgun blasts.Like her great-grandfather during The War, the Royal Bloodline was entirely down to Maria to one day rebuild. The guards hadn’t heard the call over the shotgun blasts, but the sound of running footsteps told her that she wasn’t going to do it. Great-Grandmama could carry on the Royal Line, but the last blood heir to. ‘I’m sorry, Sue, I’m Ok Jane darling. Today has been a bastard, and it hasn’t started yet.’ Jane was shaken to her soul, Mabel was her rock. She looked to her for everything, and to see her crying shook her world badly. ‘Has anybody hurt you Auntie? Tell me and I’ll kill the fuckers’ snarled Jane ferociously. Sue was stunned at her daughter’s reaction to this woman’s pain. Mabel hugged Jane, and assured her that nobody was hurt. ‘I’m just a silly old woman, and today has been too much for me,.