Gwen nodded thoughtfully and slowly leaned on the fallboard. She was intrigued. A foundation house? Charity? The royal household was involved in charity. It was surprising. Alexander was a self-absorbed man who took pride in his crown and position, and he did not fail to remind everyone at every given situation. Except for his proper kingly duties, she did not think him capable of catering to others.
"You seem surprised." Alexander remarked.
Did he notice her thoughts? "I do not." She said tersely. Then quickly added. "Does it cause any strain to the royal family?"
Alexander hesitated, and Gwen saw that he was struggling to keep his laughter hidden. She was appalled.
"I should think not," he said, "or else it would be said that we are poor."
She gasped, shocked. "That is not what I meant. I_"
"The foundation is in the name of the king," he interrupted. "But many help to sponsor it. Carlisle supports it massively."
