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At 5'8", Alessandra wasn't a petite woman. She could look into the eyes of men and could be considered gazelle like, but didn’t tower over other members of her gender. But she couldn’t remember a time where she felt so small as now. And then an unprecedented thing happened. She couldn’t understand. She could speak over fifteen different languages excluding her three native tongues and couldn’t understand the one language all are taught to speak – body. A tinge of frustration and irritation with herself and her incapability to interact with others ate at the woman. The princess had gone ahead and put herself out there and attempted to initiate conversation with her fiancée, but he didn’t even seem to notice. He simply stared forward at the Myterian, his hazel eyes locked on her, determined to have his future told. Her stomach had a strange little flutter as she watched, almost wishing he’d turn his head to acknowledge her. But he did nothing of the sort. And although she didn’t know why exactly, but she almost got the feeling that she was intruding. Alessandra pursed her lips slightly and brushed back a wisp of hair behind her ear. ‘Maybe he didn’t hear.’ She reasoned. It was probable. The room was lively and full of conversation, guests chattering away, royal planners going over the details and directing staff and musicians’ music drifted over from the far side of the room. It could’ve happened. But there was something in that stare of his that told her that he didn't.
She almost was about to try again, just in case, when she heard the loud slap of skin against the gravel. Andie tore her gaze from Nickolas to the source. Winnie. The girl gasped, all thoughts of her fiancée forgotten. Winnielmina was like a younger sister, and if she knew Winnie, the Carinithian knew she’d best get over there to help. She ran to the female (who’d already had Juan looking at her, thankfully) and asked quickly, ‘“Oh, Winnie, are you alright?” Concern flashed through her features as gingerly leaned over and gingerly lifted Juan’s hand to get a look at the girl’s arm. It was just a small cut, nothing more serious than when a child falls playing in a courtyard. She breathed a sigh of relief. ‘“Oh, thank God it’s small,” She breathed. Winnie was one of the clumsiest people she’d ever met, but the idea of her actually hurting herself scared Alessandra. She glanced at the ambassador. He was already helping Winnie up and taking proper care of her. She was grateful that there was as nice a man as him to attend to her. But that handkerchief wouldn’t do, Winnie’d surely brush against something to make it bleed once more. And then once again, they'd have to chase worries of dangerous and lethal disease out from the imaginative princess's head. And with Winnie, it was better to be safe than sorry. “Ambassador, could you stay here with Winnie while I get a bandage?” The twenty – two year old asked. With his approval, she told the other blue blood, “I’ll be right back.” And after uttering a quick thank you to Juan, and she was a woman on a mission, speed walking out of there. After all, to run would be unladylike.
One of the first things that the Carinithian learned about the Kilcher palace was where the physician’s room was. Despite the fact that the Nivolas didn’t have such a thing back home, with Winnie it seemed necessary. And considering the frequent visits the youngest Kilcher took, it was money well spent. Alessa sped through the maze of corridors and in no time at all, arrived at the physician’s office. She let herself in with a twist of the wrist, and seeing no one was there, she simply crossed the floor opened a cabinet and retrieved a bandage from its depths. Closing it, she left as quickly as she came.
Determined to get back to her friend faster, she quickened her pace. She’d barely turned a corner when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. ‘“Who haven’t you slept with in this castle? Oh - right! Alessandra! And she‘s the one that you are supposed to be getting married to, right? Why haven’t you tried to sleep with her?” And just like that, she was pressed against the nearest wall, taking quiet short, little breaths. She couldn’t believe this, she couldn’t believe this! She felt like she just got punched in the stomach. Her hands shook so hard she almost dropped the bandage. What did she mean, who haven’t you slept with? And considering Niko was the only one she was getting married as far as she knew, that left him being the target of Rina’s words. Good, kind, loyal Rina. Rina was sticking up for her, God, she was grateful for her. But how could he? Maybe she got it wrong, maybe it was a different Alessandra. She wanted badly that she could say that it was; but her mind was ultimately the one that pointed out how stupid that sentence was. Of course it was her. Nickolas had been sleeping with other women. Nickolas, her fiancée was sleeping with other women, therefore cheating on her. And by cheating on her, she was basically the laughing stock of the country, no doubt, and probably the recipient of all kinds pity from all the Kilcher staff. Hell, maybe even her guests just a short walk away. But this wasn’t about pride. It was about him. He didn’t care that they were stuck together for the rest of their lives, and if he was already acting as heinously and sleeps around as this and they were only engaged, life would be hell by the time their tenth anniversary rolled around. She read about the Duchess Georgiana. Over her dead body would she live a life so miserable as she did. The woman put a hand to her forehead, pushing away loose curls, desperately racking her mind for something to do. And then, something changed.
Alessandra had always been a shy person, always stayed in the background and hardly ever bent rules. And she certainly didn’t ever take charge and do anything aggressive. But as she turned on her heel and doubled back the rest of the corridor, bandage in hand, she was about to turn a new leaf. And with each step, she got more and more angry. Alessa couldn’t believe the prince’s gall. But no matter, he’d learn soon enough what a mistake his scandalous behaviour was. She was so appalled and furious that she could hardly even muster to not let it show, but somehow, she managed to wear a look of calmness as she entered. While crossing the floor in easy, long steps, Andie swiped a bowl of warm water from a table and with it, a napkin, and arrived in front of Winnie and Juan with a pleasant grin on her lips as she caught wind of Winnie asking if she was pale. “Sorry, I ran into a little,” with a slight pause, she continued, “trouble.” Trouble seemed hardly the word for it. The brunette agilely dabbed and covered Winnie’s cut with the bandage, tying the ends in a neat bow. This too, bandaging and minor first aid, she’d learned during her stay in Arcandus. “There. All better.” Alessandra flashed a proud grin. And for a second, she was simply happy that Winnie was alright. But then that second passed and it was time to put Phase One into action. Turning to their male companion, the princess added quietly, “Thanks for helping her out. Y’know, keeping her imagination under control.” But it was what she wasn’t saying that mattered most. Of course, she felt appreciative of him for taking care of her sister – to – be, but there were other problems at hand. She didn't know what went over her, but as she spoke, she put a hand on Juan’s arm. The royal almost flushed at such an intimate motion. And as she finished, she revoked her arm, passing his coat pocket, slipping a slip of paper she’d scribbled on the way there. On it stood seven small words, neat and percise. I need your help. Library at nine? And Phase One was a go.
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