A/N: Hola peoples. Happy Sunday! Thanks for all the reviews and I hope more come! :) Sorry about the shortness of the last drabble. This one's slightly longer. Hope you like it!
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Prince Aleksandar of Hohenberg, at thirteen years old, was more than excited when his father asked to have a private talk with him. Whenever the young prince was allowed out of his lessons, it obviously meant something important was going on.
Alek met his father outside by the stables. The archduke looked scarily serious, Alek noticed, and the young prince wondered for a moment if something was wrong.
"Aleksandar," Alek's father greeted him.
Alek bowed respectfully. "Father."
The archduke gestured for Alek to stand next to him. Alek joined his father and, together, they both looked out over Austria-Hungary.
"That'll be your kingdom someday, Alek," the archduke told his son.
Alek looked up at his father, a look of confusion on his face. "But I thought you said—"
"I'm going to fix it, Alek," Franz interrupted. "I'm going to make everything better."
"How?" Alek dared to ask.
His father sighed. "Count Volger and I are going on a trip. Nothing you should worry about, just a… a hunting trip. But… no matter what happens, Alek, I promise you this: I will make this right."
Alek nodded then, but still he wondered how in blazes a hunting trip could win him an empire.
And now, I'm bored, so you get a second drabble today! This makes me magical, you're welcome.
Alek stared, open-mouthed, at the millions of creatures flying past him as he pressed his face and hands against the glass.
"Hands off the glass, Mr. Hohenberg," Dr. Barlow reminded him.
"Mr. Hohenberg," the loris on her shoulder repeated.
"Sorry, Doctor," he muttered, stepping back just a bit.
"How are you liking the London Zoo, Alek?" Deryn asked, grinning at Alek as he gaped at the fish through the glass case.
Alek smiled back at her and Bovril on her shoulder. "They remind me of you, Deryn." He indicated the fish.
Deryn raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Alek rolled his eyes. "No; I mean… they're independent. They know they shouldn't be able to fly, but they find their own way to do it anyway." He smiled affectionately at her. "Just like you."
Deryn shook her head. "Barking daft used-to-be prince," she grumbled. "Comparing me to a fish."
But after making sure no one was watching (besides Bovril), she kissed him anyway.
A/N: There you go, two drabbles cause I'm special. Now, you all have to review twice (not really, but it'd be great if you did). See you next week!
By the way, if any of you guys have any suggestions for drabble ideas, I'd be glad to take them. Thanks for all your support guys and please keep reviewing! :) :) :)