Ooooh I didn't see your message. Sorry. >_< I didn't know that you were waiting for me. T_T sorry sorry sorry... Anyway, do you want me to continue? Or do you want to react. It depends on what ya wanna do. Either way is okay with me.
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Sounds interesting. ^_^
When the Queen mentioned her father, Alessandra nodded and quickly scanned the crowd. Her father looked like he was just wrapping up whatever he had been discussing with the duke. She turned back to the Queen. "Have a good night, Aunt Catherine." She stepped forward and pressed a quick kiss on the older woman's cheek. And then she turned towards Avril, grinned and gave her a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow." She said.
Before she let go of the Princess, she whispered something in her ear. "Tell Stephen he owes me a dance." She gave Avril another grin before she turned and headed towards her father.
The duke was just walking away when Alessandra reached her father. The baron looked up and offered his only daughter a smile. It looked strained and his eyes looked tired. "Are you ready to leave?"
Alessandra nodded. "Yes. Are you all right?" She looked towards the duke who was disappearing out the door. "What was---?"
"It's nothing. It's nothing." The baron shook his head and took his daughter's arm. "Shall we go?"
"Yes."
Father and daughter walked out of the ballroom in silence. She knew well enough not to ask any more questions about the duke. When the baron dismissed her questions, it always meant that the topic was something not to be further discussed. But despite learning not to ask too many questions, it didn't stop her from wondering why he looked so tired when he had looked so relaxed when they got to the castle earlier. She stole glances at him as they waited for their carriage. The baron's brows were furrowed, the lines making him looked older.
Alessandra smoothed her skirt when she sat down in their carriage. The baron sat beside her. He remained silent and lost in his own thoughts. And so for the next few minutes, Alessandra found herself worrying and listening to the sound of the horse's hooves on the cobblestone path.
The castle was well behind them and the horse's hooves silent on the soft earth when Baron Peter finally spoke up. A gentle smile was on his face. "I saw you dancing with Prince Edward earlier. Did you have fun?" He asked pleasantly.
Alessandra smiled. "I did." She temporarily forgotten the look on her father's face as she narrated what happened in the ball. "It was really Prince Stephen who first asked me to dance but when we got down from the balcony, Prince Edward came and asked me to dance. It was all so confusing, Father. But it was nice to be asked."
"I expected Lambert to be the first to ask you to dance." The Baron gave his daughter a teasing smile.
"Ugh! He almost threw a fit when I finished dancing with Prince Edward." Alessandra shook her head in disbelief.
"He is quite the brat, isn't he? Tomorrow I shall send word to his father that you will no longer entertain him as a suitor." The baron said.
Alessandra's eyes grew wide. "You will? I thought you approved of Lambert?"
"I hoped you two would get along since his father is a dear friend of mine. However, I wouldn't impose on you if you found him unpleasant." The baron chuckled. "Which I believe you did."
Alessandra laughed. "Oh, I most certainly did, Father." She replied, relieved that Her father would ask Lambert to finally leave her alone.
"Well then there's no need to pretend that you tolerate him anymore." The baron smiled, leaned forward and kissed her daughter's forehead. "I always want you to be happy. I--" The baron's words were cut short by a loud banging sound.
There was no time to react. Suddenly, the carriage lurched forward, throwing father and daughter against the opposite wall. Alessandra felt her father's arm wrap around her protectively as the carriage flipped over. And then everything went dark.
Before she let go of the Princess, she whispered something in her ear. "Tell Stephen he owes me a dance." She gave Avril another grin before she turned and headed towards her father.
The duke was just walking away when Alessandra reached her father. The baron looked up and offered his only daughter a smile. It looked strained and his eyes looked tired. "Are you ready to leave?"
Alessandra nodded. "Yes. Are you all right?" She looked towards the duke who was disappearing out the door. "What was---?"
"It's nothing. It's nothing." The baron shook his head and took his daughter's arm. "Shall we go?"
"Yes."
Father and daughter walked out of the ballroom in silence. She knew well enough not to ask any more questions about the duke. When the baron dismissed her questions, it always meant that the topic was something not to be further discussed. But despite learning not to ask too many questions, it didn't stop her from wondering why he looked so tired when he had looked so relaxed when they got to the castle earlier. She stole glances at him as they waited for their carriage. The baron's brows were furrowed, the lines making him looked older.
Alessandra smoothed her skirt when she sat down in their carriage. The baron sat beside her. He remained silent and lost in his own thoughts. And so for the next few minutes, Alessandra found herself worrying and listening to the sound of the horse's hooves on the cobblestone path.
The castle was well behind them and the horse's hooves silent on the soft earth when Baron Peter finally spoke up. A gentle smile was on his face. "I saw you dancing with Prince Edward earlier. Did you have fun?" He asked pleasantly.
Alessandra smiled. "I did." She temporarily forgotten the look on her father's face as she narrated what happened in the ball. "It was really Prince Stephen who first asked me to dance but when we got down from the balcony, Prince Edward came and asked me to dance. It was all so confusing, Father. But it was nice to be asked."
"I expected Lambert to be the first to ask you to dance." The Baron gave his daughter a teasing smile.
"Ugh! He almost threw a fit when I finished dancing with Prince Edward." Alessandra shook her head in disbelief.
"He is quite the brat, isn't he? Tomorrow I shall send word to his father that you will no longer entertain him as a suitor." The baron said.
Alessandra's eyes grew wide. "You will? I thought you approved of Lambert?"
"I hoped you two would get along since his father is a dear friend of mine. However, I wouldn't impose on you if you found him unpleasant." The baron chuckled. "Which I believe you did."
Alessandra laughed. "Oh, I most certainly did, Father." She replied, relieved that Her father would ask Lambert to finally leave her alone.
"Well then there's no need to pretend that you tolerate him anymore." The baron smiled, leaned forward and kissed her daughter's forehead. "I always want you to be happy. I--" The baron's words were cut short by a loud banging sound.
There was no time to react. Suddenly, the carriage lurched forward, throwing father and daughter against the opposite wall. Alessandra felt her father's arm wrap around her protectively as the carriage flipped over. And then everything went dark.
Lu, I'm planning on putting a twist in my next post. Do you want me to run it by you first or do you prefer it to be s surprise? LOL. I had to ask. ^_^
I'm interested. ^_^ and curious about what plot you have. ^_^
"We will both marry happily." Alessandra grinned as Avril linked arms with her. "You will be my children's godmother and I expect I'll be your children's godmother in return." She added, all thoughts of Lambert gone from her mind. "I'd like four. Two girls and two boys." She continued as they both made their way back to the party.
As soon as the two girls were back in the ballroom, Alessandra craned her neck to look for her father. She saw him conversing with a duke just as the Queen waved them over. "Oh. She might mean to talk to me about my upcoming birthday." She whispered to Avril as they made their way over.
Alessandra gave the Queen a polite curtsy before she answered. "I have no prior engagements tomorrow, Aunt Catherine." She decided to be less formal since there weren't as much people in the ballroom as earlier. "May we invite Avril to join us?" She asked and flashed Avril a grin. If tomorrow was going to be about a party then the princess should be there. Avril was better with social gatherings than she ever was.
As soon as the two girls were back in the ballroom, Alessandra craned her neck to look for her father. She saw him conversing with a duke just as the Queen waved them over. "Oh. She might mean to talk to me about my upcoming birthday." She whispered to Avril as they made their way over.
Alessandra gave the Queen a polite curtsy before she answered. "I have no prior engagements tomorrow, Aunt Catherine." She decided to be less formal since there weren't as much people in the ballroom as earlier. "May we invite Avril to join us?" She asked and flashed Avril a grin. If tomorrow was going to be about a party then the princess should be there. Avril was better with social gatherings than she ever was.
"Edward?" Alessandra raised an eyebrow and then chuckled. "I don't think people would be convinced. He has eyes for all the pretty girls in the kingdom and I'm not one of them. I bet your mother was really persistent tonight for him to ask me to dance." It didn't seem like she minded that fact.
When Avril suggested herself flirting with Lambert, Alessandra's head snapped up. "Ugh. You have no idea how horrible he is. He throws tantrums. He's rude, he's spoiled, he thinks everyone's below him. He's just...ugh!" She shook her head in frustration. "If you show him interest, he'll hound you too." She blinked and then shrugged. "But, you know...if you like him, you're free to take him off my hands." She walked over and peered at her friend's face, trying to figure out if she was serious.
When the princess asked about who she was interested in, several faces flashed through her mind. Adrian, Stephen, Michael and Edward. Despite being older than her, she found herself admiring Adrian. He always listened to her, spent time with her when she felt down and gave her advice. But no way in a million years would she admit that she liked him more than an older brother. Stephen, the younger prince, was nice but too shy. He had always been silent where his older brother had been friendly and outspoken. But there was that mystery to him that always made her curious. On the other hand, the charming older prince always intrigued her as well. What would it feel like to be in the receiving end of his affection? And finally, Michael. He was the son of her father's businessman acquaintance. He visited only twice a year and she always found herself looking forward to it.
But none of the boys would probably pay her any attention beyond the usual hellos and how are you. Maybe Adrian would. But he only thought of her as a younger sister. And so to answer Avril's question, she shrugged.
When Avril suggested herself flirting with Lambert, Alessandra's head snapped up. "Ugh. You have no idea how horrible he is. He throws tantrums. He's rude, he's spoiled, he thinks everyone's below him. He's just...ugh!" She shook her head in frustration. "If you show him interest, he'll hound you too." She blinked and then shrugged. "But, you know...if you like him, you're free to take him off my hands." She walked over and peered at her friend's face, trying to figure out if she was serious.
When the princess asked about who she was interested in, several faces flashed through her mind. Adrian, Stephen, Michael and Edward. Despite being older than her, she found herself admiring Adrian. He always listened to her, spent time with her when she felt down and gave her advice. But no way in a million years would she admit that she liked him more than an older brother. Stephen, the younger prince, was nice but too shy. He had always been silent where his older brother had been friendly and outspoken. But there was that mystery to him that always made her curious. On the other hand, the charming older prince always intrigued her as well. What would it feel like to be in the receiving end of his affection? And finally, Michael. He was the son of her father's businessman acquaintance. He visited only twice a year and she always found herself looking forward to it.
But none of the boys would probably pay her any attention beyond the usual hellos and how are you. Maybe Adrian would. But he only thought of her as a younger sister. And so to answer Avril's question, she shrugged.
Do we still continue with this roleplay?
At the mention of Lambert, Alessandra rolled her eyes. It was something she only did when she was alone with Avril. "Ugh. I think he thinks I like him because I wore that stupid brooch one time. And earlier he said he expected me to decline that dance with your brother because of him." She jumped off the swing when it was slow enough for her to get off. She stomped her feet in irritation, remembering the haughty way Lambert had talked to her earlier. And probably for more than a hundredth time, she wondered how best to finally get the boy to leave her alone.
She looked at her friend when she asked about Lambert speaking to her father. "He did actually. I overheard them the last time he came to visit." She shook her head in a disgusted manner. "He was offering father several lands in the country side if he promised my hand in marriage." She sighed. "My father said no, thank God. He said that the decision lies with me. Lambert threw a fit." She shook her head again. "Can you imagine having to deal with that every single week? I am almost tempted to ask Adrian to pretend as if we liked each other just to shake him off." Adrian Thornton was one of her childhood friends. He was a whole ten years older than her and she treated him like an older brother.
Alessandra closed her eyes and imagined herself flying as her seat swung back and forth. With one hand, she reached up and unfastened her hair from the purple comb that held it in place. Her long black hair fluttered around her face. It was a moment of freedom. There were no titles to uphold and no rules to be followed. It was just her, the swing, the wind and all the fond memories she has. Her giggles soon faded to silence but the pleasure was still evident on her face.
She brought up in her mind a rare memory of her spending time with the Queen, Avril and curiously, the two princes. It was in the same place as she was now. She had been 10 and was on the swing with little Avril pushing her to go higher. Stephen was silently watching them while Edward bragged to his mother about a deer he had hunted with the King. It felt like she belonged with the family and not just merely a friend to the princess.
As soon as she heard Avril's voice, the memory faded and her eyes flew open. As she focused her eyes on the Princess, her smile widened. "I was just thinking the same thing." She said as she let the swing slow down. "What are you doing here? Your mother and the adoring group of boys will be looking for you." She gave Avril a teasing grin.
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