"Tell me, Nadia, what are your past time activities? I barely know you," his deep voice radiated in question to the small child. She seemed so young, fragile, even for the moments that he kept remembering they always astounded him, continuously, as if a bond was forming forever over the marvelous size of her body, and the length of her beautiful, silk hair.
His lean frame did not turn to take peaks at her, but kept locked in his memory, and felt through his large hand over hers. "I am wondering if the king provoked this outing for a particular reason," he said before waiting for her response. He felt himself moving quickly with her, but he knew hand holding was as far as this date would let him get. There were servants and guards all around them, around any corner. Anything further would go recorded and he would be reprimanded.
With any such bad luck, he knew he had to make some kind of connection, lest his heart get broken when the dukes came into town. He knew how to pull the rebellious heart strings of Aleksandr, and for one, those strings were jealous and ungentlemanly. He could see himself not being a gentleman in this moment, forcing himself to hold hands with her... Interrupting her answers. Nervous blood flowed through his veins, and he knew it was showing through his speech, no matter how calm he presumed his voice to be steady.