𝐴 𝐶𝐸𝑅𝑇𝐴𝐼𝑁 𝑅𝑂𝑀𝐴𝑁𝐶𝐸-𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟

Alexander

A/N: Alex's outfit^

"Good morning." I sighed as I walked into the dining room. My Mother and Father sat eating there breakfast whereas I always ate alone.

"Morning darling." My Mother called, I stood by their table as I adjusted how my corset sat around my waist.

I had a deep burgundy dress on which was tight at the top then poofed out around the bottom, it was bloody ridiculous to walk in but I looked good so I didn't mind.

"Alexander's waiting in the Carriage, Arabella don't be late." My father muttered glancing at me over the newspaper.

"I'll be back later." I called as I headed out of the room, collecting my little hand bag from the closet by the front entrance then exiting the large double doors.

Heading out down the driveway, I took the front of my dress in my hands and held it up above my ankles as I walked so I didn't trip or stumble in my heals.

The white carriage with gold twisted wheels sat on the road, the two brown horses neighing and lifting back on the hind legs awaiting for my arrival impatiently.

"Morning Sir." I called to the Man whom was our little driver of some sort.

"Morning Princess De Vere." He bowed his head at me as I neared the carriage door. It opened for me and a hand stuck out from inside, gently placing my left hand in the hand offered to me I was pulled up into the carriage, the door shutting behind me.

"God that's tough." I breathed as I sat down on the bench of the carriage opposite Alexander.

"Morning Arabella." He smiled at me.

"Good morning Alexander." I said returning the smile then shifting my gaze to the small window on my right.

"I presume you have a list?" I asked him.

"I do." He nodded and showed me a crumpled piece of paper with scribbles of writing on.

I nodded before staring back out onto the moving road before us, my eyes weighing heavy at the sounds of the horses trotting, it was always a sound that made me rather sleepy.

I saw Alexander in the corner of my eye fumbling with the piece of paper, he couldn't sit still, one leg was always bouncing or his gaze was flickering from one thing to another.

It was possibly because of the intimidation of being in a carriage with a Princess when you are just a servant. I hated it though. I wanted to be seen and treated like a normal person, not to be scared of.

"Arrived at our destination!" The Coachman called out.

"Right." Alexander mumbled and stumbled off his seat before crouching to exit the door.

"Here." He said as he held his hand up to help me get down, I placed my fingers in his palm and wrapped my thumb underneath, jumping down out of the carriage my dress plopping down after me.

"Thank you." I said as I smoothed the material down.

"Pleasure, shall we?" Alexander gestured to the pathway before us.

The town leaking with middle class, lower class and higher class people, if I could I would donate all my money to everyone so then we could all be equal. But I can't, donations aren't allowed unless it's from the King.

I clutched my purse with both hands as we strolled down the pathway, Alexander walks with his hands linked behind his back, looking like some sort of inspector detecting a mystery.

I gazed at his outfit attire, I must admit for a servant the boy had some lovely outwear.
It consisted of a white, balloon-armed button up shirt, the colour popped upright and a black waistcoat over the top, along with grey trousers and his black shiny shoes.