The pair slowly pull away from each other both blushing brightly.
"That was.." Sampson begins.
"Nice." Alessandra continues for him.
Sampson lets out a dry scuff, "Please. That was more than just nice." he smirks.
"Maybe.." the blonde smirks, getting ready to walk away but Sampson pulls her back to him pressing his lips hard on hers again.
They once again get lost in each other's touch.
Eventually Alessandra pulls away needing some air.
"Now, that. Was nice." she smiles looking up at him.
"Glad you think so." he smirks down at her.
"What are you doing the rest of the day? You should spend the rest of it with me." he suggests.
"I would love to but I've put off some of my lessons long enough. I don't want to upset your mother any more than I already have." Alessandra says.
"What have you done to upset her?" Sampson chuckles.
"It's nothing really." Alessandra blushes not wanting to talk about the bedding ceremony with him.
"You're blushing so it's obviously something." he teases her.
"Fine. We..may have talked about the bedding ceremony. Things got heated. Pun intended." the blonde explains shyly.
Sampson laughs whole heartily at this.
"You are my little firecracker."
"Yeah, yeah whatever." Alessandra playfully rolls her eyes.
"I'm serious though. I'm gonna head out but I'll see you at dinner, yeah?" she smiles warmly.
"Yes, I'll see you then." he replies, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
Alessandra grins upon feeling his touch.
The girl is on cloud nine.
She has never liked a boy before Sampson so all of these feelings are brand new to her but she loves it regardless.
The following morning Alessandra is in her room with Eliza, Queen Margo, and the designer Sofia who is doing the measurements for her wedding dress.
"I'm surprised you didn't want to have your mother's dress shipped out to Versailles." Margo speaks.
Alessandra sighs thinking about her mother.
"I love my mother but I feel like wearing that dress would be like cursing myself with bad luck in Sampson's and I marriage." Alessandra voices.
"That's understandable. Have you thought about wearing my dress? You could of course make your own changes to it. I just never had a daughter so you know." Margo tries to explain herself.
"Your grace, that is such a kind offer but I want my dress to be me." she smiles politely.
"Alessandra, we have had our differences but from now on call me Margo. We are to be family after all."
"Alrighty, well thank you Margo." Alessandra states not sure if she is comfortable with calling Margo by her first name yet.
"Do you like this one though?" she questions turning to face Margo.
The blonde wants her opinion.
While she and Margo could disagree on some things she sees a lot of the type of queen she wants to be in Margo.
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A Rose and A Thron
FantasyAfter the recent death of her mother, Princess Alessandra is requested back to court to be with her father. She has spent years apart from him so she is less than thrilled to be reunited. What she doesn't know though is that he has an ulterior moti...
