In the countryside, a Rolls-Royce hummed along the road heading into Paris. One would wonder why its occupants would not take the train directly into the city, but given their fame, stature, and one passenger's dislike for trains, it becomes clear. Though the road is long, it is very scenic. Its passengers were taking in all the sights and beauties of the Parisian countryside and its namesake city. The beauties always fascinated and enthralled the female passenger in the car, especially since her life has Paris as a dominate feature; a feature whose importance is shown on the necklace around her neck on which is inscribed: Together in Paris. Right now, as usual between the couple, there was a small argument going on.
"For the last time, I'm telling you, they will not be mad at us, especially not with you. We explained everything in letters and telegrams, and they are all too happy to support us. Besides, Vlad, Sophie, and Grandmama will be happy to see us after traveling abroad," said the woman to her slightly nervous travel companion, "and if they are upset, our little guard dog will protect us, right Pooka?" The small dog gave a positive woof and a play-growl before resettling in the woman's lap.
"Oh, I feel a lot better now Anya, that mutt will protect us from anything, I'm sure of it," the man remarked sarcastically. It seemed to be the man's trademark, to be sarcastic during stress. The woman had picked up on it, and using it to her advantage has come in handy quite often. "But in all seriousness, I know Vlad will be happy, Sophie is a good bet, but your Grandmother is whom I'm worried about. I never got the chance to formally apologize for kidnapping her, running off with her granddaughter- wh-which I don't regret doing, your grace," he said somewhat smoothly to save himself when he realized how he said what he said. The woman gave a chuckle to his paranoid correction. The man continued, "It's just that I never asked for her permission, and the fact I tried to con her. I feel bad, and I'm worried what she'll do, that's all."
"It's amazing how a man who has saved my life from armed soldiers, a runaway train, a watery death, an undead sorcerer, and countless other situations is afraid of an elderly woman," the woman joked.
"Well… none of them were your Grandmother, and let us just leave it at that," the man said grudgingly. At this point the woman burst out laughing.
"Don't worry my cowardly prince, I'll protect you," she quasi-boasted with a reassuring kiss on the man's cheek, "and if there is a noose waiting for you, I'll grant a stay of execution," she remarked.
"I'm not cowardly, I'm just cautious, and- wait…"the man thought for a moment, "you wouldn't call off the execution?!" This was met with more laughter. A snort was heard from the chauffeur even. "Hey buddy, I don't need you encouraging her," said the man with a defiant point but sly grin. The woman continued to laugh.
"My apologies, monsieur," replied the driver. After the woman had regained enough composure, she asked the driver,
"How much further?"
"A few more blocks, your majesty."
"Great," said the male passenger in a defeated huff.
"Don't worry," said the woman as she entwined her hand with his in a comforting manner, her blue eyes melting away any remaining doubt, "everything is going to be fine."