As promised, here is the chapter with Alexandra and Alexander.
Alexandra's POV
I slam my door shut. Riley got ninety-nine percent of Mother's temper, whereas I got the remaining one percent. Yet, it manages to show when I don't get to make my own decisions. And also when my room is unorganized and cluttered.
But I digress.
I sit on the edge of my bed chewing the end of my hair, a terrible habit I've developed since I was thirteen (puberty does plenty to you), and something I hoped to have broken by now. But when my emotions run wild and rampant like a race car on Nitrous oxide, I just can't help but go back to an activity that I found so comforting.
Someone knocks on my door, and thinking it's my mother or Matthew who has come to comfort me, I smooth my hair and open the door. However, I'm met by jade-green eyes. And it's not Xander.
"Hello," Prince Alexander says, his hands in his pockets.
I roll my eyes and speak in rapid French. "Pourquoi êtes-vous ici? Pourquoi at-mon père ne m'a pas dit cela avant votre arrivée?"
"Be quiet," he says in accented English. "You're going to wake up my grandfather, and he's dead."
Clever, but I resist laughing. "What do you want?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"May I come in?" He casts a quick glance at the guards beside him.
I narrow my eyes before he gives me a pleading look, and I groan. I pull him inside and shut the door. "What is it?" I demand.
"Princess Alexandra, I know you are terribly upset you weren't notified and that you were not told about this. But I promise that—"
"That's not eve the worst part of it!" I interrupt. "I don't want to marry someone I don't want! My parents told me I could choose whomever I want. And now I get stuck with...you."
Hurt flashes in his eyes, but it is well masked. "Would you rather have Illéa in war with France than choosing to marry me? You can ignore a man, but ignoring a thousand, maybe millions, of deaths is nearly impossible."
He got me with the first sentence. "I don't understand," I say, my one percent of temper and fury ebbing away. "How does a marriage fix this?"
The Dauphin sighs. "You might prefer to sit. It's quite a tale of what happened at those meetings."
I nod and sit on the lounge. He sits across from me and leans forward with his elbows on his knees. "To start with a little back story, my father is ill. His mentality is slowly eroding like a rock by the ocean. Yet he still thinks he's omnipotent; he's quite the megalomaniac. Not too far from Dr. Jekyll."
My mouth disobeys my mind and twitches up to a smile. It's like he knows my weaknesses! What if he is a telepath that knows exactly what I'm thinking?
"I'm not," he says, breaking my thoughts.
Ah, ha! He admitted it!
"I'm not like my father, if that's what you're thinking."
Oh. Never mind.
"I would never terrorize people and spite them. I'm so sorry about your older brother. I would kill my father, but his brother would be more than willing to avenge him. We wouldn't want a real-life Hamlet, now would we?"
Again, my actions betray me as I smile. "No. No, we would not."
"I'm glad. Anyway, my father wanted someone on the throne by the time he died, and the custom, as is anywhere else, is that no unmarried can rule a country."
"But then why me?" I ask.
"To spite your father, of course."
"What does have against my father?"
Alexander puts his clasped hands to his lips. "Have you heard of a woman named Daphne?" I ask.
"Yes," I reply. "She used to be in love with my father, and she left distraught because Father didn't return the feelings."
"Well, Daphne is my father's cousin. They were very close, and my father was vengeful about that whole ordeal."
"So King Henry is angry that my father had to go through the Selection, a process set up for every prince of this country?"
"Mentally unstable, as I have said."
I nod. "Okay, I'm not so mad now, considering the circumstances." Before he can say anything, I hold up a finger to quiet him. "But that does not mean that I will ever fall in love you, or at the least, like you."
"You emphasize words a lot," he says bluntly.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do." He stands. "But in the occasion that you do end up actually willing to be my wife, you know where to find me." He smiles, and he delicately brings my hand to his lips. "Have a good day, your highness."
"You as well, Prince Alexander."
"Please." He stops before leaving the room completely. "Call me Alex."
Hmm, what will happen? *raises hands* I know the answer to this one! Alexandra will...
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