Both Lev and Anzu look at Alex mutely, and then, all at once, they both burst into hysterical, helpless laughter. A nearby destrier shies at the sound, and bolts into a stable. A scarecrow stuffed into a stableboy's uniform runs after it.
"Ah, darling, who else would it be, but the Romanovs?" Anzu says, having somewhat gotten hold of himself. "I'm old, but feh, not so old as to have served the Rurikovitsh dynasty."
Lev says nothing, only shakes his head. Behind the lenses of his spectacles, his eyes are still glazed with exhaustion and shock, but the tension in his features has eased a little.
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Both Lev and Anzu look at Alex mutely, and then, all at once, they both burst into hysterical, helpless laughter. A nearby destrier shies at the sound, and bolts into a stable. A scarecrow stuffed into a stableboy's uniform runs after it.
"Ah, darling, who else would it be, but the Romanovs?" Anzu says, having somewhat gotten hold of himself. "I'm old, but feh, not so old as to have served the Rurikovitsh dynasty."
Lev says nothing, only shakes his head. Behind the lenses of his spectacles, his eyes are still glazed with exhaustion and shock, but the tension in his features has eased a little.