It may not actually be a shortcut, considering I’ve ended up here and-”
Another pause.
“If you would rather I hadn’t found you, then I suppose I haven’t. Found you, I mean.”
Danielle blinked, the silence that followed was horrifying.
@VersaillesSun “No, monsieur,” she said firmly, grabbing a sprig of herbs and laying it out. “If he appreciates anything, it’s the silks on his back and the servants who leap to bow at every step. The rest of us may toil until our bones ache, and he’d never know the difference.”
~+~
@VersaillesSun I suggest you keep out of the way of those who actually work for a living.”
Her tone was sharp, but her hands were already busy loosening the sack’s ties, her back half-turned to him…utterly oblivious to the fact that she had just scolded the King of France.
@VersaillesSun “I’ve deliveries to finish, monsieur,” she continued briskly, not sparing him more than a glance over her shoulder, “and not a moment to waste explaining common sense. If you’ve nothing better to do than linger, ~+~
Without even looking properly at him, she shifted past, brushing against his arm in her hurry. “If you’ve come to gawk, do it elsewhere. Some of us actually have work to do.”
The sack slipped, and she let out a sharp huff as she caught it just in time.
“For heaven’s sake! -must you stand like a statue in the middle of the passage?” she snapped, her cheeks flushed with exertion.