"Well, good," Sonia huffs, pursing her lips, and her free hand goes to her hip. She doesn't doubt he's been getting it all his life, that he must have grown a thick skin to it to have survived to his age -- whatever it is, but he looks older than her -- but that doesn't mean he should have to endure it. "And if they start, you let me know. Count Piotr might have a stick up his ass about it, but I'm not going to stand for that horseshit."

An Imperial Princess, cussing like a sailor? Only when her sister's not around, of course. But really, when you spend your formative years around a bunch of gruff and dirty soldiers, what can you really expect.