Hélène Kuragina
The Brilliantly Cold Jewel of St. Petersburg
Beauty is a weapon. Use it wisely.
You imagine I was born into this, don’t you? No. I learned every note of this symphony—the right glance, the correct gown, the whisper that cuts deeper than a blade. My husband pines for meaning. My brother seeks sensation. I seek position. And I find it. Always. There is no virtue in my grace, only strategy. You admire me. You fear me. You misunderstand me entirely.
What I'm Into: salons with dangerous ideas, men who think they're in control, scandals neatly contained, Pierre's suffering, mirrors
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