Who: Serafina and Leo What: Serafina and Leo go for a little tour Where: Las Vegas When: two weeks ago. Blame power outages Warnings/Rating: Kittens
Adjusting to life not only in America but also in Las Vegas was quite interesting for Leonard. He wasn’t used to the loud noise of the city yet. There were many sleepless nights when he was more than happy to let Sebastian take control of the cloud that existed in his mind. The horns blasting at midnight, the loud shouts from some angry girl who’d been left on the street corner. He tried to shut them out as much as he possibly could, but sometimes, letting that other voice in his head soothe him to sleep was a much better option.
He often wondered what it was like for the others like him here. When he’d first started to hear Sebastian’s voice, something had seemed off. Leonard hadn’t been able to put his finger on what was wrong with that voice...besides the fact that it shouldn’t be there at all. As he questioned Sebastian more and more, he discovered certain things about him. Like the fact that he seemed from before, from an earlier time than him. The fact that he mentioned certain historical events that he seemed to know intimately. It was useful for Leonard, from time to time. And from what he had read about the others, they seemed quite distant from the other voices in their heads. Leonard could communicate quite easily with Sebastian and it scared him, more than he’d ever want to admit to anyone. Who in their right mind would tell another person that they can just think and some other entity in their head could hear them? His mother would institutionalize him, if she ever knew. It was another reason why Leonard was glad to be here in America. Besides, there was a small chance he’d run into Elizabeth here. The nanny who had actually given a damn, far more than either of his parents did. He was certain she’d be proud of all of his accomplishments.
However, he was here now, and one glance at his schedule for the day reminded Leonard that he’d agreed to show a princess around the town. He’d learned about all the places to see, the places that were safe. Sebastian seemed oddly silent today, more intent upon watching rather than speaking to him directly. That was fine by Leonard. The last thing he wanted was the cat-obsessed moron in his head to gush about some cat that crosses their path as he’s playing tour guide to royalty. He checked his watch briefly, noting that Serafina should be there in a few minutes.
There was a bubble of solitude that Serafina had been immersed in since she arrived in Vegas, one that she cherished. Most people did not understand why it was so hard to be Serafina. Yes, her life was privileged, and she could go and buy half of the world with just her trust fund, but money did not buy happiness. If anything, money seemed to only add to the anxiety she faced on a daily basis. There were pills she took, but she was certainly not living better through chemistry. If anything, the pills merely just took the edge off, made the world a little less bright, the sounds a little less sharp. The fears she had - both of failing and of being successful, still lingered in her head.
Of course, also lingering in her head was something new, a girl who was just as high strung as she was, and one who made Serafina’s snobbish attitudes about commoners seem tame by comparison. She really was not sure what to think about Pansy Parkinson, or her desires to take over Serafina’s life, to be a princess. Pansy’s ideas about what being royal truly meant were far removed from reality. If she only knew how hard it was to live as if every moment was going to be capture on film, or video, or flash card. Serafina’s nightmares were often violent storms, the lightening made up of the photographer’s flash, the thunder made up of shouts of inane questions she was frequently asked.
Still, she was going to brave the front of the hotel for the chance to sight see with Leonard. He was vetted by the hotel, which meant Sera felt safe, safe enough to only take a bodyguard-slash-driver instead of her usual entourage. She walked through the lobby like it was a red carpet - shoulders back, eyes aware of any cameras. Only a few patrons grabbed their cell phones to get a snap of her, ones that probably were being emailed to TMZ. She sighed internally, but her eyes lit up a bit when she saw Leonard. “Mr. Drury, charmed to finally meet you in person.”
For this adventure, Leonard had organized the use of one of the hotels cars. He thought that driving around the city, at least at first would be most beneficial to someone who was constantly in the public’s eye. Besides, it would give them the opportunity to speak closely, rather than constantly being on guard .
When he saw the princess walking towards him, Leonard dipped his head politely, but he did not bow formally. After all, he wasn’t from Monaco. Not only that, but bowing to her in a public setting like this would surely attract even more unwanted attention to himself and to her as well. “It is a pleasure, my lady,” he spoke politely, his British accent easily thicker than usual as he tried to make sure his words were as polite as they possibly could be. After all, Serafina wasn’t just some ordinary guest at The Wynn. He noted the single bodyguard with her, and that told Leonard (and the Sebastian in his head) that she clearly was going to be counting on him to be her bodyguard for the day, as well. It was almost enough for Leonard to want to let Sebastian take control.
“Was there anything in particular that strikes your fancy to visit first, my lady?” he asked seriously. He waved their car forward, then held the door open for her and stepped aside to let her enter the car. “We’ll be traveling by car, at least at first. If you’d like to walk once we’re away from this hotel, let me know and we’ll make that happen for you. “
Cool eyes glanced over Leonard, not quite appraising him like a servant, but certainly not the same warmth one would give a peer. He was exotic, though given Britain’s colonial ambitions, it wasn’t that surprising that he would have some Asian features. He also seemed very capable, which raised his esteem in Serafina’s book. It was a shame he was already working for the Wynn, because he was just the kind of person Serafina would love to collect for her own personal staff. After all, employing a diverse group improved public perceptions of her potential as a ruler.
“A car is an excellent idea,” Serafina said in a confident, but cool voice, rich with a not quite French accent, though that is what most people identified it as. “I am not yet adjusted to this Las Vegas sun and heat. We have the ocean breezes in Monaco, and well, Britain was always so overcast.” She motioned for her bodyguard to ride up front, and slid into the waiting car, not wanting to give the press any more chances than they already had.
The moment that she went into the car, Leonard motioned to their driver and he slid into the seat beside her. The moment was a familiar one to Leonard, at least. He was accustomed to helping guests and making sure that they were satisfied with what they were experiencing at The Wynn. Serafina was a special guest, though, but he knew that it was his duty to make it so it wasn’t entirely obvious that she was being treated specially. That was only natural for a concierge of such a high class hotel.
As the car began to move, Leonard instructed the driver to first just drive the length of the strip. He wasn’t exactly a fan of the strip himself, but he thought that perhaps she might want to see the sights that Las Vegas here offered. “I’m afraid that while the British isles are also my home,” he conversed casually, slipping into the role of the guide as naturally as a knife would slice through warm butter, “it is one of the downsides of living in Britain. It usually is overcast and dreary on most days. On the occasional day when it is sunny, it’s hardly as warm as it’s been here already. I’m still adjusting to this place myself.” He noted her accent, like any linguist would. Part of him wanted to ask her if it was French, and if so, he’d try to practice what French he knew with her. French wasn’t his strongest language by any means, however.
“I’m afraid I’m a bit ignorant of the people from your country, my lady,” he admitted softly. Monaco was fairly small, after all. “I’ve heard your accent before, but I can’t quite place it. It sounds French, but...I wasn’t aware that the people of Monaco spoke French.” This was an area that he was very comfortable with, speaking about languages. It was one of his passions, one of the few things that had kept him focused all those years growing up.
The fact that Leonard was from Britain raised him even more in Serafina’s eyes. After all, she had a certain fondness for the British Isles, her third home, after Paris and and Monaco. She had spent her University years in the most posh of London, frequently a guest of the British Royal Family. However, he was not of her station, so she would not get too friendly. Instead, her eyes drifted to the strip that blurred past the tinted windows. “I’ve never really seen it in the daylight,” Serafina said a bit offhandedly.
She turned back to Leonard when he questioned her about Monaco, her eyebrow raising slightly. She was slightly shocked that the head concierge at the Wynn could be so ignorant of Monaco. “We do speak French, as well as our own native tongue. They are both of our official languages, and our educational system makes use of both. However, I was raised speaking Spanish as well. Monaco is a very wealthy and diverse nation, though our land area is very small, we are steeped in tradition and culture. In fact the Grimaldi family is the longest unbroken monarchy, since 1066.” The Monaco talking points rolled easily off her tongue, as she had given this information a thousand times during press interviews. It had been drilled into her head by her mother and governess her whole life.
“So, what would bring an English gentleman to a place such as this?” It was an abrupt topic change, but Serafina was used to getting her way when it came to getting questions answered, especially for those who were below her station. She suddenly stopped and flushed a bit, embarrassed not to remember the condition they both shared. She hated blushing, it was a sign of weakness. “I suppose that is quite a silly question, seeing as you have the same unfortunate condition I do.”
“How pleasurable it must be to be from a country where they speak multiple languages,” commented Leonard offhandedly. Inwardly, he winced at her tone, how she’d almost seemed to brush off his comments after discovering his lack of knowledge. His interests had lain with Asia for the most part, though he could speak Spanish and fully understood Latin. He had a working knowledge of French, but Leonard’s pride was set in his ability to speak both Mandarin and Cantonese, as well as the Japanese from his father’s homeland. “And your people certainly have an intelligent princess in their hands.” The praises fell off his tongue naturally now.
At the sudden change in topic, Leonard merely smiled like the gentleman he was raised to be. “No worries, my lady,” he commented smoothly, and for a moment he felt as if he were channeling Sebastian directly. “I came here for my job as well. I...to be honest, my parents had set up a perfect marriage for me back home. I felt trapped, as though the last thing I wanted was to become engaged to a girl who’s name I’d only just come to know. Instead, I planned things carefully and was able to be transferred here.”
Here, he paused, offering her a gentle smile. “As for the condition that we share, I don’t really find mine to be so much of a burden. I suppose I’m lucky, though, from what I hear and read on the computer.”
Listening to him talk was far easier than speaking herself, though she was still plagued with her usual anxiety. Her fingers gently brushed non-existent wrinkles off of her slacks, the repetitive and familiar motion soothing her, like when she was rocked as a child. Eventually, she was going to wear a hole in her favorite linen slacks, but for now, it was better than taking a pill in front of a stranger.
However, his speaking of being trapped brought a tightness to her chest. She understood that feeling far too well. “I am engaged. I will marry in a few years, to Lord Northumberland.” She assumed if he was British, he knew of the Percy family, the second most powerful, most royal family in Britain after the Windsors. In truth, the Percy family probably had more money than the British monarchs, which was why they were the perfect match for an heir to a wealthy principality. She glanced back out the window. “I will finish graduate school first.”
Upon hearing the title, Leonard looked over at her, taking this all in. If that happened, she would be of a much higher rank than he. Granted, in these modern days, ranks and nobility titles didn’t mean all that much. Sebastian had mentioned to him before that his ‘young master’ was an Earl, whomever this young master happened to be. Somehow, Leonard kept finding ways to be involved with British nobility, or so it would appear to be to him. He shrugged briefly, studying the girl carefully for a moment.
“I commend you for wishing to finish your schooling before submitting yourself to the life that has been set out before you. If I’d stayed at home, I’d be engaged to some minor noble girl that my mother thought was a perfect match. I’d also be a doctor or a teacher; they were at least kind enough to give me a choice in that matter.” Leonard smirked a little. “I chose neither, deciding instead to be a linguist and earn my living as a concierge.” He smiled softly, glancing out the window briefly. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to add that I also came to America in search of my caretaker when I was younger. She’d been the only one who really cared about me, until she became engaged herself and moved here, to Las Vegas somewhere. I guess I see her as more of a mother than my own mother.”
Perhaps she was underestimating Leonard. Maybe he was one of those nobles, who wanted to break from the mold that was presented to them. Truthfully, Serafina would love the chance to live life on her own terms, to not have to worry about living a life in the spotlight, and to be able to marry not because it was important to propagate the royal bloodline, but because she was genuinely in love and wanted to start a family. However, those were dreams for a lower class, for those who were not born into her gilded cage.
“I wanted to be a dentist,” she said in a hushed tone, her voice sounding five years younger. In truth, Serafina did not even realizing she was speaking. It was as if her brain had forced the words beyond the rigid shell of perfection that she wore like a comfortable mask. She frowned and then the mask slipped back on easily, her voice regaining it’s icy, perfect tones. “However, some of us are called to duties we must perform.”
He couldn’t have hid the surprise from his features if he’d wanted to. His dark eyes moved slowly over towards her, his lips parting as if he wanted to say something directly to her. The breath froze in his lungs before it could even begin its journey upward to escape to the freedom of the world around him, however. He hesitated, uncertain as to what to say to that small admission. Would a royal say that to just anyone? Somehow, he doubted it, but he also didn’t want to consider himself special by any means. He was only her guide for the day, after all, and here he was sitting in a car with her. They were complete strangers save for a few choice words that were exchanged between each other, a few meaningless phrases that to most would seem like nothing important at all.
“A dentist,” he remarked with surprise, letting the words fall out finally once he’d regained some semblance of control over his shocking discovery. A princess...wanted to be a dentist. It was quite the interesting discovery. “We all have our hopes and our dreams. I...” Leonard actually verbally paused, as Sebastian spoke up in his mind. He didn’t know what this was like for the others. He didn’t know if the others could communicate so well with that ‘other’ person inside of them. But he and Sebastian had this unique mental link. Perhaps it was because of his own intellect, but that was superficial of him. It probably had more to do with whatever it was that Sebastian actually was then anything else. “Sorry. He likes to speak up at the worst of times, I’m afraid.” He didn’t want to make Serafina uncomfortable by purposefully mentioning this other inside of him, but this was a subtle way to let her speak of hers if she wished to.
It was an odd moment, to say the least. Here she was, Serafina of Monaco, and she had just spilled one of her most guarded secrets to a concierge. Yet, there was something comforting about knowing that she was not alone. He wasn’t royal by any means, but he understood the impulse to escape, to be oneself rather than the path chosen either by ones parents or ones parentage.
“She speaks to me sometimes, though she thinks any ideas I might have that are less than her idea of royal are ‘quite rubbish,’” Serafina made sarcastic air quotes around the last phrase, a truly unprincesslike behavior, but one that expressed exactly how she felt about the badgering of one Miss Pansy Parkinson. Pansy only saw the tiaras and the pretty dresses, not the actual work and loss of privacy that a royal life really was. “She is but a common born girl, though apparently in her world her pedigree is high standing.”
This was a first for Leonard. He’d mentioned the ‘other’ in his head once already over the network, but he’d yet to actually discuss it with someone. It was refreshing, to say the least, and it made him feel as though he weren’t completely insane. “Have you learned anything more about her? If you don’t mind me asking, of course,” Leonard commented softly. He was genuinely curious what others went through with these voices in their heads, sharing that mental space that to most was a treasure of privacy.
“Mine, for example. I know he’s Sebastian Michaelis, he comes from at least what I believe to be either Victorian or Elizabethan England, and apart from that, I’ve learned that he’s got unusual abilities. It would appear that he’s able to directly communicate with me mentally whenever he wishes, and there’s been at least one instance where I’ve felt him...come forward, so to speak.” Leonard let his gaze shift to the window again, giving her room to react as she would normally. “I guess this whole experience is strange for me so far, but Sebastian seems to be taking it rather well, all things considered.”
Nodding politely was something Serafina did without even thinking, so as Leonard spoke, she nodded at all the right places. However, for once she was truly, intently listening, fascinated by the fact that he knew so much about the voice in his head. She knew so little about Pansy, though she might know more if she wasn’t insistent on being so judgmental, a trait they both seemed to share.
“Her name is Pansy Parkinson, and she is from a fictional, fantasy world, where she is a highly regarded witch.” She began smoothing the wrinkles out again in her slacks, nervous in a way to be speaking of this. “She likes to invade my dreams, and put herself and some boy named Draco into the place of myself and Andrew, as if she understands being royal is more than pretty dresses and tiaras.” She tried not to roll her eyes. Princesses did not roll their eyes, but it was a struggle of Herculean proportions.
If Leonard thought anything she did was ‘unprincess’-like, he certainly wouldn’t dream of commenting on it. She was, after all, the princess of Monaco, and while she was here, it was her life just as much as she had to be the princess. She didn’t have to keep up appearances in front of Leonard. He was quite used to seeing life through a mirror.
“I see,” he commented softly.. It was very interesting to hear someone else speak like this, almost like he was waking from a dream. This earned him a chuckle from Sebastian, but he refused to comment more on the matter to the other one just yet. “I wonder what it’s like, meeting someone as their Other person, if that’s even possible.” He was still far too new here to have figured out everything yet. “Has anyone done that yet? Talked to someone in one fomr, then meet them as the other person? I almost wonder what it would be like to speak to Sebastian face to face. I’d probably get more answers out of him that way. My name alone seems to distract him on occasion, though he refuses to tell me why just yet.”
“I really do not know how it works. I have only crossed over once, and Miss Parkinson was quite aghast no one worth her time was there, so she came back on the other side. It was quite a boring trip.” Other than that one experience, Serafina was woefully unaware of the way that this world worked. She only knew that she didn’t particularly care to go to the other side unless forced. She had heard there were other realities, other doors that semed far more intriguing - they were worlds fit for a princess.
“Have you been over?” She was now curious, and she turned to look at him. “I mean, have you crossed your door?” Again, her perfect facade was slipping, and a more animated girl was emerging. There was a bond between them - this shared experience of being possessed by two souls, two minds. She felt that she could at least be open with Leonard about this.
It was quite fascinating to watch this change from the perfect princess to someone who seemed more real, more alive. Leonard wondered if she was aware that she was doing it. When he’d first met her not even ten or fifteen minutes ago, the princess had been perfect. She’d used the right words, she’d sat in the correct manner, and she’d even listed details about her country that any princess should know. But as they’d started to talk more about more personal things, it was like he could see into a mirror. The fog had slowly lifted and drifted away across the moorish distance that was the front that she put up for the rest of the world to see. Her blushes, her admission to wanting to be a dentist, and now she looked genuinely curious.
“I just recently returned from...being over,” he commented softly, a thoughtful expression on his features. “I can’t say that I really learned all that much apart from what Sebastian has already shared with me. He mentioned many things to me these days about where he’s from. At least, one part of it.” Leonard glanced over at her curiously now. “He’s mentioned a few times that what he lets me know of him isn’t all of him, and he enjoys telling me he’s ‘one hell of a butler’, whatever that means. I get the feeling he’s not just using it as a phrase, but any time I try to ask more information out of him, he slyly changes the subject.”
Leonard glanced out the window, noting that they were about halfway down the strip now. Traffic was a bit ridiculous lately, with spring break being near for many high schools and for colleges as well. Many students were taking their holidays in Las Vegas and it seemed a popular thing to do. It often made working as a concierge a bit annoying, but he dealt with it as it came. “You’ll probably think I’m losing it to admit to this, but I don’t mind him. Sebastian, that is. Maybe it’s because he only adds to my life, or maybe it’s because we can communicate so easily. I don’t know what it’s like for everyone else, though.”
“Hmm,” was Sera’s reply, not sure what else to say. She was confused on so many levels, and really feeling vulnerable that she had opened up to a complete stranger. She couldn’t even to that to Andrew, and he was her fiance. There was always a fear punctuating her life of being used, being exposed. She tried to keep everything inside, for fear of disappointing her family, the public, and herself.
“She doesn’t talk much to me. And she has very naive ideas about my life. Being ... me isn’t all sunshine and roses. It’s work and discipline and always being careful what you say, who you speak to, and even what you do, lest the press catch wind of any indiscretion.” It suddenly dawned on her the press had seen her with Leonard, and someone would likely make a big deal about it, saying she was cheating on Andrew with a lowly hotel concierge.
Leonard managed a smile at her completely different experience with her Alter. He found it amusing, to say the least, that there could be entirely different people in this world than usual. He glanced out the window, realizing that they were fast approaching the near end of the strip. “Well, my lady,” he commented softly, “was there anything else you wished to do on your afternoon away from the public’s eye? I assure you, that as the concierge of The Wynn, measures were taken to assure your safety far beyond that of your own body guards. It’s the least we could do, as you are a guest of our hotel.”
And who knew that he’d ever be sitting in a car in Las Vegas, sharing thoughts and ideas with royalty about a condition that they both shared?
She continued to look out the window, her mind wandering to the streets rolling past, the normal lives people had. It must be freeing to have a simply life. She sighed and looked over to Leo, and nodded. She had a plan, though it seemed a bit silly. She was lonely, and wanted a companion, so why not find one?
“Is there a place in which those who want animal companions could procure one?” Her English was a bit formal at times, especially when she didn’t know the word for something. It was doubly hard for her, because if she were in Monaco, she would simply have one of her people procure her a cat. But here in Las Vegas, things were different, and she wanted to do it for herself. “I would like a kitten.” She didn’t even ask if it was allowed at the Wynn. She was Princess Serafina, she could do as she pleased. That’s just how her life worked in this regard.
He glanced across at her when she made this declaration, a curious expression falling over his features. Here was a princess, who had basically everything, yet the one thing she asked for was ridiculously easy for everyone to obtain. He smiled gently, then nodded in response. “Of course, my lady. Would you like to go together, now? Or perhaps I could obtain one for you. It’s up to you.”
This whole experience had been very rewarding, very different. It was unlike anything else that he’d ever really experienced, yet, Leonard could find a few things he had in common with this high class, high end princess.
She was tired of having people do it all for her. She came to Las Vegas to experience things, and this was an experience. After all, how could she understand the needs of her people if she had never even lived any other way other than spoiled. Las Vegas was a new opportunity for her. It was high time that she took advantage of it.
“I would like to go and do this myself.” She glanced over at Leonard. “Will they take my plastic, or should we stop by an ATM?” She really only ever paid for things like meals. Most things were either given to her or paid for by a lackey.
“Of course,” Leonard responded, naturally accustomed to the requests that his guests made. It was his job as the concierge to ensure that every guest was happy and satisfied, and Serafina was but another one of those guests for him. After all, if he couldn’t keep her happy, then what kind of a concierge was he?
He smiled back at her from her question, then shrugged. “The choice is up to you. If you pay with your credit card, it’s likely that your name will be left behind and they could trace the purchase back to you. If we stop by an ATM, we can get enough cash to pay for the kitten without leaving a trace to your name. My suggestion would be the second option, my lady, as I’m certain that you do not wish for the media to constantly be able to follow and to trace you.” It was a simple solution to Leonard, though it was interesting to see just how unaccustomed this girl was to liiving out on her own. Well, she’d certainly chosen the right hotel to move into.
“Then first to the automated teller.” She had no idea how much a kitten would cost, so she would draw out 500 to be safe. Wait, how did one convert Euros to dollars again? She’d just do it in dollars. It was safer that way. Besides, she still had a good bit in her account, and she could always call her broker in Monaco and transfer over more, not that she really needed to at the moment.
Her fingers drummed lightly on the armrest as she continued to watch the world go by, trying to simply be. It was hard for her to just exists after years of being constantly under pressure, constantly on a schedule, and constantly watched. She couldn’t say if it was freeing or not.
Leonard instructed their driver to take them to an ATM close to the pet store, and when they arrived, he held out his hand simply for her. “If you will, my lady, as your concierge it would be part of my duty to do this for you. It will aide in keeping your identity a secret from the media,” Leonard explained. “If you’re worried about your finances, I’ll let you call from the hotel as soon as we’re done to change the pin on your card. However, I assure you this is but another part of my duty to you.”
He wondered what she would do. Would she insist on doing it all on her own? A foreign woman standing on the streets of Las Vegas, withdrawing money from an ATM in who only knew how much. It was safer this way, if she had a second hand to do this part for her. Much safer.
Serafina was stubborn. She knew that it was only a matter of time before she would be relegated back to the gilded cage she grew up in. She sighed and glanced over at Leonard and then stepped out of the car without a word. He was merely her servant, after all, and she would do as she pleased here in Las Vegas.
She was smart, and left her purse in the car, only pulling out her ATM card. She walked over to the machine and then withdrew $500. It would be enough, she hoped, to be able to get what she wanted. She nodded to Leonard and then got back into the limo. She then tucked her money into her purse and watched the scenery go by. “I need to do things for myself,” was her rather small explanation.
Well, then. Leonard watched as the girl took charge of herself, took control of the situation and made her way to the ATM to handle things on her own. He hid his own chuckle at what she was doing, knowing it wouldn’t do for the concierge to be seen laughing at one of his guests, especially when they were driving in a Wynn limo.
He leaned back and waited for her to get back into the car, and when she did he merely nodded. “Of course, my lady,” commented Leonard with a small laugh. “I’d say it was quite refreshing to watch.” He was being polite, but part of that was true, at least.
“It does get tiresome when you are forced to depend on others.” She leaned back into the seat and sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. She just wanted to live, and yet she felt like she had to take control of the situation. She had to make her own fate, however difficult that might prove to be.
She glanced over at Leonard as the car stopped. “Do you know of this process?” She really didn’t know how to adopt an animal. She did know how to buy things, but this was completely different. Granted, she also knew how to get it into Monaco - diplomatic means were always handy.
Leonard watched her carefully, fully understanding the need to break free and to do something completely on his own. It was partially why he’d escaped to Las Vegas and had tried to leave his life behind him.
Now, Leonard glanced over at her with a small smile. “Yes, I do,” he acknowledged politely. Oh, he had a vague idea, but as he was the concierge, it was his duty to figure this out on his own. Besides, he did have his contacts with The Wynn that he could rely in if for some reason he didnt’ fully understand what to do. “Let’s go then, if you wish to do this yourself.” The car had stopped in front of the pet store, ready and waiting for them to enter.
And she did. It was easy to do, and within an hour she was the proud owner a of a new kitten. For the first time in a long time, Serafina felt empowered, like she could do anything, except figure out what she was going to do once it was her turn to take the throne. She could hide in Las Vegas for a few years, but then what?
The future was very uncertain as the car wound its way through the Las Vegas streets. At least she had found a friend, or at least someone who understood how difficult it was having this other person in her head. Though, to be frank, none of her decisions revolved around what Pansy wanted or needed.
She sighed and absentmindedly stroked the kitten in her lap. Perhaps things would change.