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Since Steffy was busy now serving other clients, Lawrence continued his work on the sketch. It wasn’t half-bad, and now that he looked at it, the details slowly filtering away from his mind to remain on paper, he realized that there was a certain pattern on the sole of the boot he hadn’t stopped to analyze. He’d been too careful not to let the photographic memory slip away.
Then there's the drunk, middle-aged man in good clothes, known for waiting for a letter that never comes, and now we have the Knights Templar, royal curses, royal children who supposedly died, those who did, and extinct bloodlines that aren't extinct...
Sounds easy don't it?
I believe Bastien is the heir to all of this and more, as supposedly extinct royal blood courses through his veins...
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it, until I am proven embarrassingly wrong. 🤔
And....Who's the chauffeur who was giving the boys to the disco???
Anyone check his boots?