De Saxe, roman

A former actress. A duke, duke or prince. And this man, whose name is impossible to pronounce.
Reunited, who knows how, to evoke their memories. The three of them traveled across Europe, fleeing order and duty, past and future, to make theater.
The adventure they lived began with an encounter. And ended in a hotel room. Their memories cross paths, rubbing up against each other. Each is there with what remains. And between them, they talk, as they always do, trying to understand the wounds of the past. To understand why. And again and again this language, this language that is flesh and action, this language that turns, that never stops turning around the truth.