The Florist And The Prince (ON HOLD)

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Prince Alexander's POV

Sitting on the edge of the chair after a group of makeup artists and clothes designers helped to dress him up, Alex wore his pair of new socks before slipping on his shoes for the gala which was going to take place in an hour's time at the National Museum downtown. He knew by the end of this day that he was going to be completely exhausted and the bed was already starting to look good at this point. He had not gone through something like this in a while.

"Alex?" He heard his father knock and call from the other side of his room's door.

"Yes." He answered.

"Are you ready? The car will be here shortly."

"I'm on my way." He stated matter-of-factly and began walking to the door.

When he opened the door, he saw that his father was in a steel-grey sharp suit while his was a black one.

"Is Brianna ready?" Alex asked his father, buttoning the front of his jacket.

"I was just on my way to check up on her-"

"Ready!" Both Alex and the King Stefan looked behind them to see Brianna in a pretty, elegant, age appropriate lilac coloured asymmetrical dress.

Their father was the first to smile, a broad proud smile. "Wow, don't you look lovely sweetheart."

"You look beautiful, Brie." Alex agreed, looking at his small sister.

"Thank you." She smiled.

"Pardon me your highnesses, your car has arrived." Charlotte walked out behind Brianna.

"Thank you. Shall we?" King Stefan thanked her then looked at his son and daughter.

Walking out behind their father to the vehicle, one of the guards opened the door for them before Brianna climbed in first followed by the King then Alex. Once seated comfortably inside the Roll-royce they all buckled their seat belts before the vehicle started to drive out of the property accompanied by four other cars. A royal convoy.

Fifty seven minutes later they arrived back in the city and were heading towards the National Museum for the gala.

"Phoenix to Hawk, we are twenty minutes away from the location. Heading up Síboure Street." Alex heard the statistic voice come through the radio from one of the guards in the first vehicle, letting the security at the museum know about their location.

"Copy that. We have eyes on you, you are clear to continue." One of the security at the museum replied.

Once they arrived in front of the museum, there were hundreds of camera flashes from the paparazzis around along with news vans and reporters, it was chaotic but they were kept at bay a few meters away respectfully by the security. Alex, his father and sister all sat patiently as their security detail got out of the other vehicles and made a human barricade from their car up to the entrance of the museum.

"Your highnesses, they are ready for you."

"Thank you Felix." King Stefan nodded at his personal guard.

With a nod of his own, the tall masculine man with a buzz cut and dark eyes got out of the passenger seat and walked over to their door facing the museum, looked at his men who all nodded their heads to confirm that they were ready and alert to either escort or protect the Royals then he opened the door. Brianna stepped out first with Felix help followed by the King then Alex.

As soon as Alex stepped out, questions were immediately being fired left, right and centre from the media all wanting a statement about the contest.

"Prince Alexander, how is the contest going so far?!"

"Have you chosen a girl yet?!"

"Is it true that you have a girlfriend who isn't in the contest?!"

"Will Raquel be the one?!"

"Why are you having the contest now, after so many years?!"

"Who is your mysterious girlfriend?!"

"Who was the girl you were seen kissing?!"

"What are your thoughts on this matter?!"

"Is it true that you are dating secretly dating Graciella Carterton?!"

"Who was the brunette you were seen kissing on the yacht in Maldives?!"

"This is crazy. What sort of questions are they asking?" Brianna grumbled in annoyance.

"Don't say anything. Just give a wave and then turn, and walk up to the doors." King Stefan said to both his children, sensing their growing irritation at the questions that were been asked.

They were absurd, but unfortunately they were used to all this. Rumours and facts, and most of the questions were obviously rumours. Fake news that they were looking to sell to gain profit and fame for.

Just as their father had told them, Brianna and Alex with their father turned to the media and put on their best smiles, gave a wave and then turn back around climbing the steps up to the museum while continuously ignoring the questions that were still being called out.

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