At the sound of the princess's voice, Francisco's expression tightened.
He understood at once what lay beneath her tone. It was not mere politeness—nor simple curiosity. It was persuasion, carefully measured. In another time, under other circumstances, he might have found it compelling. After all, the Russian Empire stood, in the present day, as one of the foremost examples of enlightened reform. A court that welcomed knowledge. A nation that spoke the language of progress.
By reputation, it was admirable.
But Francisco knew better.
He knocked.
The conversation within ceased, and a moment later the door opened. Catalina turned at once, leaving aside the glass instruments she had been handling.
"My dear—what brings you here?" she asked, surprised.
Francisco smiled at the sight of her.
