A servant knocked on the door of Prince Aleksandr. Aleksandr shut the book he was reading and placed it on his desk. He scooted his chair back and stood up, removing himself from behind the desk. He pushed his chair back in before telling the servant she was allowed to open the door. 

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," the servant smiled, hair pushed into a long, brown, silky ponytail.

They walked down long hallways, filled with pictures and statues of heavy ornate decoration and fashion. The castle was not at all stoic and stone, but lively and festive with lavish, golden, Rococo decor. She escorted him to the main dining room, where a long table was set with fancy silverware and dishes and glasses over a velvet, finely golden-embroidered and finished tablecloth.Tall wooden chair stood around the tall, long, wooden table. The chairs were finished with velvet seat coverings, and they stood femininely on cabriole legs. The appearance was intimidating and astonishing to an outsider, but refreshing and comforting to the Royal Family. 

"Your seat, Prince Aleksandr," the servant pulled a seat out. Several of the other Royal Children were already seated, promptly awaiting for the rest of the family to arrive. The King and Queen were usually the last to arrive, with the expectations of their children sitting promptly and patiently for their appearance.

"Thank you, Yisuri," Prince Aleksandr smiled, slightly showing a pair of white teeth. He took his seat and looked at his siblings, smiling with a polite gesture.

"Nadia is missing," the oldest replied, "She left today, without warning Mother."