AerialsFlight

Lucien sat in front of his vanity desk, his gaze moving over the arrangement of colorful jars of various perfumes and make-up before resting on the powdered wig off to the side. The show was due to begin in an hour. Normally Lucien would be dressed and waiting, sometimes with a snifter of brandy to steel his nerves. But tonight he had hardly touched the brandy, much less his make-up. The conversation with Kylar the week before had left him feeling despondent. To add to his torment, Leticia's voice had left his head reeling. The feeling and soul she poured into that song was maddening and had haunted his dreams ever since. Shuddering, he reac

"I hope you know what you're doing," Kylar muttered as he took a seat next to Lucien in the front row, smoothing his skirts into place. Lucien offered a dry smile before focusing his attention on Madame Ricci in deep conversation with Signore Devol and Leticia. "Of course, I do. I have not made it this far by doing nothing." Kylar shook his head , his expression softening a bit. "You really need to get yourself a girl, mate." Lucien rolled his eyes, knowing exactly where the conversation was going. "How many times must I tell you? In this theatre, I am a prince." He gestured to the velvet curtains lining the stage and gilded statues that sto