Author's Notes: It isn't completely finished... Milliah Korsokov and Colette Monique is the only character that I own. All others are property of Tow Ubakata

Chapter Three: Daydreams

Robin was the first one up. He came out to the dining room to find Milliah preparing a delicious-smelling meal for them.

"Good morning." She smiled at him. "How did you sleep?"

Robin had only experience this kind of hospitality when he was with Colette.

She was always awake before him, and there was always a nice breakfast when he woke up.

"I slept very well." Robin did not force a smile. It just came naturally.

He took a seat. There was something about Milliah that made him want to smile. She was just that kind of person.

He thought she was beautiful, but obviously off-limits.

She was much older than him, by at least 16 years, and she would never even think of him in such a way.

"So, what is that delicious smell?" Durand asked as he stumbled out of his room. He wasn't much of a morning person.

"Ham and eggs." She said as she turned toward him. "My mother's specialty." Milliah smiled at him, the same way she smiled at Robin. "So how did you sleep?"

"It was okay. You wouldn't happen to have some coffee, would you?"

"Actually I do."

As Milliah poured the coffee into Durand's cup, D'eon and Telliagory joined them at the table.

Telliagory spoke first. "What's the plan?" he asked.

"I was thinking that D'eon can go to Lady Anna, you and Robin can go request an audience with Queen Marie, and Durand and I will search for Voronsoff." She looked at everyone. "Does that sound alright?"

They nodded.

"Good. We should get going."

One by one D'eon, Telliagory and Robin filed out, leaving Durand and Milliah behind.

"Milliah, wait. I need to speak to you." He gave her a serious look.

"I actually needed to talk to you, too." She looked down. "You go first."

Durand sighed. "I wanted to take you out to dinner tonight to make up for last night. I've dealt with Lia possessing him before, and I know how intimidating it can be to get through it, so I should've known not to let you room with D'eon."

Milliah blushed. "I guess so, but…"

What am I going to say? It's not like I'm going to end up married to him, so what can one harmless dinner do?

"Never mind…I forgot what I was going to say. But I still need to tell you something."

"What?"

"I don't just have a son. Dmitri has a twin sister…I just don't know where she is. Louis would only let me keep Dmitri; he said that Yae wasn't healthy, and that if I kept her, I would lose by noble status and be sent back to Russia."

"She is somewhere in Paris, though. I just don't know where. I have to find her. I have to or else I will be damned to hell for the sin of not protecting my baby."

"Milliah, I…" Durand was speechless. He didn't think that King Louis XV who is in God's grace would ever do such a thing, but why would Milliah lie? He knew that even the people that were most loyal to you could betray you in a split second. He tried to lighten the mood by smiling. "We should get going."

"Yes."

And so they went.

D'eon going home to Anna. He always wished that he could tell her, just so that she could understand. He knew that this was his sister's soul, but why was she so angry? Why was she so vengeful? Why was she so sad? And most importantly…Why did she need him?

Sure, he could act as her vessel just fine, but why couldn't she use someone like Milliah, or Durand for that matter?

Why couldn't she use someone who knew more about Le Secret du Roi than himself? Someone who knew her pain?

So twisted, so tormented…Lia…Why? What happened to you?

Milliah and Durand had no luck at finding Voronsoff. They were out from that morning to the very twilight.

"Shall we go to dinner now?" Durand asked.

"I guess so. I just can't believe we couldn't find anything. We searched the entire damn city! We should have something! It's just so confusing sometimes…"

He understood completely understood. In fact, confusing was probably just an understatement.

"I was thinking that we should go to the lovely restraint in the heart of the city. I have a friend who works there."

They were close to the heart of Paris. Durand was a hell of a smart thinker.

As they walked in to the luxurious restraint, Durand was greeted by an old, short, plump man with a cane.

"Durand! Bonne soirée, old friend! So you're here with a date, I see…Who is this lovely young lady?"

Milliah shook his hand. "I am Milliah."

"Enchanté," the old man smiled at her. "My nephew here is a luck young lad."

"Durand never told me he had an uncle…"

Durand was blushing. He was usually very adept at hiding his emotions from people, but he couldn't hold it. Not in front of Milliah.

"Shall I take you to your table?" the old man pointed to a single table outside on a balcony. The only light was coming from a beautifully sculpted candle. It was set for two, with delicious, succulent steaks at both ends. There were two wine glasses, and a bottle of 1708 wine. Durand took her hand and led her to the table.

Oh God. She thought. I don't know if I'm ready for this…I thought he meant taking me to some cheap place at lunch when he said "dinner"! I didn't actually think we would be going on a date!

"Milliah, I hope this isn't too…forward for you. I cannot deny the fact that I am attracted to you. And I know that you at least feel a sliver of attraction to me, so I thought that maybe we could try a romantic dinner. If it doesn't work out then I will be hurt, yes, but I would know that I am suppressing my emotions for you. And that is all I'd need." He ended that sentence with a smile.

He was right. She was attracted to him, but who wouldn't be? He was charming, but she was waiting for Tom.

But what if Tom never came back? It had been sixteen years! If he was coming back, wouldn't he have been here already?

"Durand, I…Thank you. This meal looks delicious, and I can't wait to try the wine!" She tried her best to smile. She had already been hurt by a relationship through Le Secret du Roi, so what would she feel if something were to happen to Durand?

Nothing she hadn't already felt.