Alexa woke up, knowing that she had dreamed of the Prince in the flower cradle, but without accurately remembering what she had dreamed of.
As soon as she left the room, she realized that people didn't know how to treat her. Not only was she an exotic foreigner whose social position was not really clear to anyone, but there was also the fact that some considered her a hero. But her resemblance to the handsome Second Prince seemed to disturb everyone.
It had been a long time since Alexa had exposed her face openly, and the way people looked at her became increasingly uncomfortable. Sometimes the servants stopped in the middle of an exaggerated bow, which she imagined to be because, for a moment, they forgot that she wasn't Prince Alexander.
Alexa wanted to see him in daylight, but imagined that she would have to ask someone for permission to do so. It wasn't as if the Prince were to be on display as a rare flower under a glass dome, open to the public.
