Prince Zander had left the Crown Princess' bedroom and had gone back to his. He tried to keep a neutral expression on his face as he made his way back to his room. He had been suspicious since he first saw her photos, but he was very sure now that he saw her without her glasses, even more than at school when he first bumped into her and her glasses had fallen.
He was certain that she was the Lady Marchioness that had always had a very close relationship with the two young princes of Edalelia. The same one that his own mother thought was the best suited for him because of her background and prestige.
So, why is she here? He frowned as soon as he got to his room and began to pace inside the sitting room. The last time anyone ever heard of the young Marchioness was that she had gone in reclusion to mourn her family's death in her father's ancestral land, away from the capital. Everyone back in Edalelia knew this as fact.
Why was his own cousin married to her? Is this still the same "poor common girl" that his mother had looked down on? How was it that both her late maternal grandfather knew the King of Glear and her paternal family have close ties to the Queen of Edalelia? How blessed was this family that without much work, their descendants are able to become friends with monarchs?
Now, the only heir to the Blakeloch fortune was engaged to the future King of Glear since birth, or according to his mother's words, and married his cousin.
"Why is life so unfair? If father were still alive, would that not mean that she would be married to me instead of my cousin? All her prestige and fortune would be mine! What will happen when the world knows that she is the Marchioness Blakeloch that everyone admires and envies? Would that not mean that my cousin will get all of her everything?"
Prince Zander continued to pace aggressively as he thought out loud to himself. He started to remember what happened after his father passed away and how people's looks changed from looks of awe and admiration to looks of pity and even looks of disdain.
Was it his fault that at seven years old he lost his father and even the right to claim the throne next, just because he had a living uncle who also had a son?
He remembers the looks of praise that he once received now going to his cousin who was once invisible when he stood next to him. He used to outshine his cousin when they were children just by simply standing there. Now, everyone seems to have forgotten that he was once the Crown Prince's only son.
Why did his father have to die so soon? If only he had died after his Royal Grandfather, then at least his father would have died a King and he would be the Crown Prince and next King.
However, life does not always go as planned. In his case, he lost the chance to become the Crown Prince when his father passed away. Also losing the chance to marry someone like the Marchioness Blakeloch that even his mother approved.
He suddenly stopped pacing as he remembered that since he first came back to Glear, his dear cousin Prince Maxen never seemed excited to marry the Marchioness.
"Which makes me angry even more! Who would not want to marry the Marchioness!? He would be stoned to death if it was known back in Edalelia! Even the Queen and her two grandsons would not let it slide! With the Blakelochs history with the Royal Family of Edalelia and all their possessions, you must be insane to refuse! Not to mention that she herself has the talent to be the best hostess at any party, making any man who marries her the next influential noble in the circles. Stupid Maxen! You should not waste away what you were so easily given, as it can always be just as easily taken from you..."
Prince Zander sat down on the sofa and looked ahead while in deep thought. He wondered what he should do.
"Mother would not like the fact that the Marchioness she wanted me to marry is now married to my cousin... I should probably not tell her or else she will go crazy in rage again."
Prince Zander sighed deeply as other thoughts came to his head.
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Elizabella finally woke up. When she did, she saw Prince Maxen sleeping on her chair next to her bed. She was startled to see him there, but then thought that it was only normal to see him there now that they are married together. She put on her glasses before getting out of her bed, waking Prince Maxen.
"You are awake?" he asked while stretching his arms and rubbing his eyes.
"Yes. Thank you for keeping me company," said Elizabella as she quickly got up from her bed and also stretched her body. "How long was I out?"
"A few hours. My Royal Father wanted to see you as soon as you woke up. He asked me to tell you and to keep you company," said Prince Maxen as he relaxed on the chair and noticed that Elizabella looked up at him.
"I should probably see him, but I am now starving. I would like to eat something first before seeing him," said Elizabella as she turned to her shadow. "Where you able to get something made during the time I was asleep?"
"Yes, my Lady, it is all ready for you in the next room. Would you like to eat now?" asked Walliams in her shadow.
"Yes. Let me get changed first."
Elizabella had been quickly changed to some more comfortable clothes by her maids before she slept and she now changed her clothes to a more casual dress and low heels. She had gone into her large walk-in closet and changed there. By the time that she finished, she felt her stomach beginning to growl aggressively.
She frowned as she held her stomach and left her closet, finding Prince Maxen waiting for her in the same chair that he was sitting in before.
"Would you care to join me, Maxen?" asked Elizabella with a slight smile on her face, making Prince Maxen look at her and rolled his eyes.
"Why not? It seems to correct you with my name is useless," he said as he got up and walked up to her while she smiled innocently at him.
"I refuse to call you Prince Wolf. I do not think that it suits you," she said as she led him to the next room where the food was waiting, making Prince Maxen curious as to why she would not.
"Why do you refuse to call me so? I am just asking, not really trying to force you or anything," he said as they entered the next room and stopped with a stunned look on his face. "Why is there a feast laid out? Are you inviting other people?"
"No? This is all for me. When I say that I am starving, I mean that I am starving," said Elizabella as a servant pulled her chair and she sat down while another pulled a chair for Prince Maxen who remained standing at the door for a moment longer before he too took a seat.
"Will you finish everything on the table?" asked Prince Maxen as the servant next to him began to place a few dishes on his plate while Elizabella had plates with the actual dishes placed in front of her.
"Actually, I only decided to eat this little because dinner will be close at hand and I am sure that we will all be sitting around the table together as a family since the King is now better. I thought that it would be in poor taste if I ate everything at that time," said Elizabella as she dipped her finger tips in lemon water to clean and began to eat her food.
Prince Maxen was more curious to see if she could even eat half of her plate in her front of her while he also dipped his fingers in lemon water. He soon realized that the servant next to her was one that she had brought from home and he knew exactly how to serve her.
Dish after dish, Elizabella quickly finished without spilling or without making too much noise. If one were to focus on their own meal to take a couple of bites and then looked back up at her, one would realize that the servant next to her had already replaced four plates in front of her. Prince Maxen was in awe. He had never seen a Lady eat so vigorously and with great mirth.
It was to the point that he thought that the food in front of him must be the most delicious food there was and wetting his apatite. He began to eat his lone plate and thought that even though he had grown up eating most of the dishes that was presented there, he felt like this was his first time eating anything so good.
As soon as he finished his plate, only a few dishes remained on the spacious table while the servant next to Elizabella took the empty plates on his little cart to take to the kitchen. Elizabella herself seemed like nothing had happened as she finished the last plate and dabbed her face with a napkin.
"I wonder what we will be having at dinner," she stated as she continued to clean herself and Prince Maxen could not keep his eyes away as he cleaned himself as well.
"You just finished a feast by yourself, yet, you are still thinking about what we will eat for dinner? How can a little Lady eat so much and still remain so little?" said Prince Maxen as he caught a glimpse of Elizabella's figure and thought that it was not logical that someone so small could eat so much.
"I have been told that I have a very high metabolism. That, and curing your Royal Father really took a lot of my energy. I literally brought a man back to life, and you are complaining about my eating habits. If I do anything so strenuous, I of course will feel like I am starving. I try to avoid doing anything so strenuous because if I do not eat at least this much, I will faint. It would be rude to meet the King, only to faint partway."
Elizabella had spoken nonchalantly as she sipped on some tea to help with digesting and Prince Maxen also drank some tea. He wondered over her words and remembered the first time he met her in school, she had a bunch of snacks in her backpack with a black cat.
"Are you always so hungry?" asked Prince Maxen as Elizabella continued sipping her tea.
"I am always semi-starving."