《THE COUNT》

london

The carriage came to a heavy halt.
Both young adults' heads snapped.
The young cousins busted into laughter,
covering their mouths as they did so.
For it would be immature if they were caught.

Justin fixed his hair,
his cousin followed.
They adjusted their fur coats,
for the air had gotten colder than before.
They made sure their faces were still soft.
They made themselves presentable.

The door from the carriage opened,
sending in a rush of cold air.
Both cousins shivered,
receiving apologizes from servant boys.

Justin was the first to step out.
He took one foot at a time,
with help from the servant boys.
He was glad and thankful for them,
for servant boys had raised him.
Raised him in a way he wasn't allowed,
for Justin was the sissy boy raised.
Indeed, there was a law for one sissy boy in a family.

Both the servant boy and Justin felt cold stares,
at the glove-covered hand of the young boy.
Justin didn't bother to think much,
for he was busy thinking about his appearance.
His appearance made a big statement,
for his fur coat covered up his exposing clothing underneath.

He saw many had come to see the young cousins,
who haven't been in London for quite some time.
For, many had adored them as young teenagers and children.
Justin and Natasha left London back a few years,
for they lived in Russia,
then Liverpool.

Justin was now known for his engagement,
Andrey was a young prince.
A prince, soldier, and rich.
One of the finest matches in Europe.
The young boy was a lucky one.
A lucky sissy boy,
for sissy boys would break away and become criminals as they got older.

Natasha was the next out,
stepping out with help from the servant boys.
She did not care too much for them,
only thankful for the ones in the past.
For one part of her life,
she lived in Kenya,
where snakes would come in nightly.
There, servant boys would attack them for her.

Natasha felt like that part of her life was shameful,
for she needed to be prim and proper.
She kept it to herself,
careful of the topic of Africa.
For she would be considered wild,
though she lived in a nice mansion while living with her father.

She didn't have the best fiance,
for her fiance was quiet and humble.
Not much of a man,
maybe a farmer or banker.
Definitely could be drafted,
nothing good to brag.
Natasha kept quiet about that topic as well..

The cousins strolled along the streets of London,
careful of the onlookers,
most likely from their childhood.
Faces they remembered,
but no names in their head.

Justin and Natasha saw a familiar figure,
they smiled.
For it was Justin's godmother,
a good, old-fashioned woman.
She walked,
as if she was late and in a hurry.
Perhaps she was.

"Marya Dmitrievna Akhrosimova."
Justin smiled,
as his godmother came closer.
He hoped he did the right, proper, thing for his godmother.

Marya smiled back down at him,
for she was a tall woman and well built.
"Count Justin Drew Bieber."
She replied,
looking down on me and smiling.
Justin smiled in relief.

The small boy blushed,
"You must call me Justin."
He insisted.
Marya nodded.

"Marya Dmitrievna Akhrosimova."
Natasha bowed, carefully.
She smiled at Marya,
for she was not close to her cousin's godmother.

"Natalya Sofia Bieber."
Marya bowed back to the small girl.
She had her respects.

"You must call me Natasha."
Natasha insisted,
nodding her head.
Hoping it wouldn't cause anything improper.
Still, Marya nodded.
Giving the two cousins relief.