Wrapping her own arms around the young Russian, Kimefe returned his smile and loving look. The brief flashes of Andrezi's thoughts radiated love, the warm pulses of heat from the cast iron stove when the humming baker cooked Kimefe's favorite pastries. It seemed so hard not to associate the way Andrezi made her feel with her most cherished childhood memories. She couldn't believe how lucky she had been to gain him from the Mystery Ball and the ensuing chaos.
"I will crush that b!*&~ Devries and all the other Masons. I know even now our agents are colluding with whomever necessary in Europe to root out the Masons and acquire their artifacts. If any more are like this," she touches the golden circlet full of amber colored gemstones, "none shall be able to oppose us. I look forward to the day when every one of those at the party of von Ryuko kneel before me. Then I will know clearly no one will be left to oppose us."
The shape of Andrezi's mouth changed, and Kimefe took the liberty of kissing it, his perfectly imperfect lips. And as she did so, the world faded away, and nothing but the flashes of warm solace filled her mind. And when the roars started below and the yells and screaming came from the masses, the pair of young nobles on the tower paid no heed.