Room 426, Saturday Morning

[hasadestiny]

Lex didn't so much get out of bed as fall out in a mess of sheets and red curls. He frowned as he got up, this wasn't his room, even if he did recognise some of his things. He didn't remember Dad or Pamela or Mom saying anything about moving either, and he wasn't supposed to go anywhere without someone knowing where he was.

Suddenly worried, he patted down his pyjama pockets until he found his inhaler. At least he had that. Even if he had been kidnapped.

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[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

She tilted her head slightly, taking that in.

"Not like that," she said, a touch imperiously. "My name is Lucrezia, but I am the daughter of Rodrigo Borgia, Cardinal-Bishop of Albano, Vice-Chancellor to Pope Innocent of Rome. So who are you?"

Lineage, alliances, family, standing, the far more pressing question in her mind.

[hasadestiny]

"Alexander Luthor," he said, boy, she was bossy. "My dad's Lionel Luthor." And everyone knew who that was.

[holy-daughter.livejournal.com]

She did not, in fact, know the name; being five centuries behind carried such risks as not knowing local legends. But the way he pronounced it with such certainty at least let her know that he was no servant-boy, which helped.

"Forgive my ignorance," she said. "Is he a lord, or a merchant?"

[hasadestiny]

"He owns Luthorcorp," Lex told her. "Some people call him a 'prince of enterprise', but I think that's a metaphor." He'd been so very proud of himself for figuring that out, especially since he was still kind of shaky on what a metaphor was.