TWENTY-TWO | THE ROYAL WE

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𝒞𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒯𝒲𝐸𝒩𝒯𝒴-𝒯𝒲𝒪 | 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝑅𝒪𝒴𝒜𝐿 𝒲𝐸

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𝒞𝐻𝒜𝒫𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒯𝒲𝐸𝒩𝒯𝒴-𝒯𝒲𝒪 | 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝑅𝒪𝒴𝒜𝐿 𝒲𝐸

"𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦." -𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺

  𝓢ATURDAY 𝓙ANUARY 𝓝INTH

My eyes fluttered open in the morning and for once they were not stuck together with dried tears on my eyelashes. I had fallen asleep. I did not cry myself to sleep last night.

I sat up from my bed and looked around the canopy bed. Thankfully, no one was in my room. I did not want to make a big deal of me leaving my bed for the first time.  No one needed to know that I have been miserable for the past two weeks; however, all my friends knew the misery. The people in the village and the people of the kingdom did not need to know.

I went in the shower and attempted to scrub the last two weeks off from my body. Kat had been trying to subtly give me some form of a sponge bath in my own bed, but eventually she would give up and spray a lot of air freshener and perfume. She would also lift my arms and deodorize me.

Wearing a matching set of silk pajamas for the past two weeks has gotten old. Kat would attempt to undress me and put me in a fresh pair of silk pajamas. It proved to be a difficult task.

Black leggings and an oversized dark green sweater.  A true Alex Fitz original.

I may need to go by, Alexandra Katerina Fitzgerald now, but I will be damned if I let this damn country take anything else away from me. They already took Nathan. I will not let them take away the simple things that make me who I am. That includes my clothes. 

After finally leaving my bedroom after two weeks, I expected to see Kat waiting for me inside my bedroom. However, I saw Ezra sitting on the couch in my bedroom.

"Let's go take a ride," he said.

A limo, and here I thought Ezra Fitzgerald would be having a horse drawn carriage taking us on our ride.

His driver drove the two of us into the village.

It took nearly an hour to reach somewhat of a destination.  Neither of us said a single word inside of the limo. It felt tense inside of the limo, but I refused to look anywhere except out the window.

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