Prince Aleksandr came rushing into the dining hall. Normally he was early and prompt, but today... Of course, today, the day he decided to sneak out of the castle with Nadia, he found himself late. Late. Late. Late. Tsk. He quickly took a seat, next to Nadia. One was still available. 

"Hello, Mother, Father, brothers, sisters." He smiled at Nadia, trying to make things seem eligible. His tardiness was unusual and hopefully not to be scorned. He loved the rules, and he did not find a fondness in breaking them... Unless for Nadia. But even then, his heart was beginning to harden towards the idea they had in the garden.

It was the moment. He would never hold hands with her, again. The idea of even holding her hands was scandalous. What was he thinking? Thank the Godhead, Erik has not noticed anything.