Ugliness

Ariadne never saw a more sumptuous place, a thick white carpet with an abstract motif covering the entire blue marble floor, a two-storey apartment filled with discreet crystal, a long bay window and high French window with velvet curtain going down to the ground, modern teak furniture, walls covered with perfect fabric wallpaper, a comfortable cotton armchair and deep sofa that called for rest, not to mention a huge fireplace and the imposing flat screen. Everything was there. 

  She did not see him, but felt his strong presence. She quickly turned around and found him, carelessly sitting in a European-style armchair, with a glass in his hand, observing her with an indecipherable face.

- Hello Ariadne.

- Hello Zeujor. Or should I call you Your Highness?

Zeujor swept away this ironic request with a careless gesture of his hand.

- The title of prince is no longer really relevant. You can just call me Rene.

- Then it'll be Azhewo for me.