RP for ambitious_woman

[rude_not_ginger]

Following this.

He wondered if she knew.

Knowing her...well, he wasn't exactly indiscrete. He wasn't a braggart, and he certainly straightened himself up afterwards. Still, she was Reinette, and she quite literally knew him better than anyone in the world

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[ambitious_woman]

It was an especially exhausting evening.

Louis was ever more demanding of her time than usual. For all that they were now intimates rather than intimate he still relied on her ear and her voice of reason, and it seemed that multiple lengthy conversations were required before the night ended. Most of which were shared outside the crowds of the ballroom. Voltaire too, was there, finally welcomed back to court after his most recent disgrace. He was written some new and witty, the surest way to regain his King's favor. He sought nothing less to make Reinette smile, as he had since she was sixteen. For the most part? He succeeded

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed after her. She seemed rather straight-backed. Well, more straight-backed than usual, which was fairly straight-backed considering her corset. Maybe someone had said something to offend her.

Really, though, he wouldn't be surprised. It was rather a game of houses, wasn't it? Who could sit themselves in the right position on the board, build enough hotels to bankrupt everyone---no, wait, that was Monopoly.

He stepped into the carriage and sat across from her.

"Ridiculously warm evening," he said.

[ambitious_woman]

Reinette arched a single brow at the comment.

She was often anything other than cold, truthfully. And Versailles was a maze of drafty rooms and hallways. She had been thankful when her suite moved from the upper floors to the ground level. But it was August, and a certain amount of heat was undeniable.

So of course, she did.

"I find nothing wrong with the temperature," Reinette replied.

"Perhaps you merely over exerted yourself."

[rude_not_ginger]

That didn't mean what it sounded like, of course. Though considering it was Reinette if it did mean what it sounded like it was exactly what she'd intended.

"Too much wine," he said, tugging on his ear. "Dog days of August. You know. Too much wine with humid weather, well, it makes one...even hotter."

He half wished for a fan, no matter how silly it would look. He could at least cover the slight blush appearing on his cheek.