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[maitretmaitresse]

          @intoxicatiing from x

         Pierre could hardly believe his life, let alone his luck. Finding the girl who had once set his heart ablaze – literally and figuratively – was one thing. Courting her, living with her, planning on marrying her was quite another. His heart was mended, not half as pretty as before, but he didn’t care. Their love was beautiful enough to make up the difference and more. All of Paris was alight with gossip, but it was still just that. Of course he’d been brought up on trial for the murder of her husband, but considering that he hadn’t actually done it, he’d avoided the sentence. A law was hastily added to prevent him or any other smart inventor types from doing the same, but he only needed one get-out-of-jail-free card.

         Isabeau had pushed progress forward. Before, it had only been a townhouse, a sizable portion of which had been converted into a workshop. Now, he brought home flowers and books and they went furniture shopping – it was disgustingly domestic, but he found it bearable with her by his side.

         He grinned back at her, toying around with the idea. As much as he loved flaunting his status, his bad-boy charms, he knew there were some rules he couldn’t break – at least, not without harming her.

                    “The second you’re out of mourning, Isa. You’ll wear my ring yet, I promise.” An extremely gaudy ring that he’d had for months. Only a few more weeks of black and society would release her from his bonds once and for all.