We talked, for what seems like an entrinty.
"Why do you keep yourself so busy, Xavier?" I seem to be seeking his answers, as I take a sip of my sweet tea.
"I have not a, beautiful response. But a truthful one. I like the energetic doing, I like meeting and granting upon new experiences." He says so effortsly, as he may have practice this response.
"Why, thought not to be so moved, by not beautiful words." I smile, as he nods.
"Well, I may have been writing a book about myself, please do tell me about the beautiful girl sitting Infront of me."
I seemed to be taken aback, my cheeks becoming a fluster. "I am of thanks for the nice wording. However, theres not much to say."
"There must be something, your highness."
"I rather fancy poetry, and seems to be the only thing I do fancy. Why others, bore me." He looks confused.
"Not one for dressmaking, or dancing?"
"I have two left feet, and pray for my hand do not understand the stitching method." He chuckled, looking in my eyes.
"Well, not all sutiable for most." He smiles, as I return.
"No traveling? Out of Westbrook, or maybe closer to the eastern border? They have amazing stock, of all different arrangement." He speaks high of.
"I am, not permitted to leave castle grounds. Or mother and father, would not be rather happy."
He looks at me, with a peer of pity. "I ask for not pity, but just an explanation of why I'm not very, well, inclined to much of my own kingdom."
I look down, feeling the eyes.
"I'll pay you no pity, but just a chance of understanding. Do you wish for this?"
I'm silent for a second, as his response to his own statement.
"Not to pry, of course, I just wish I get to know you more." I smile.
"Honestly, I would never dishonor my mother and father. As, of course, I am the princess of Leinington. Though, one may seem I, as a princess, should go out to become more aquatinted with my people."
I sigh, taking in a breath that seems to be the first one I've taken over this enquire.
"May I add-"
As if on que, my mother comes in. I'm worried with guilt, believing my mother has listened into my disrespect.
"I am, sorry to bother your talkings, however there seems to be an issue with my dear Jear."
As spoken, Xavier stands up. "May I be excused, your highness." He kisses my hand.
"My majesty." He bows and kisses my mother's hand. And takes his leave.
"Theodosia." My mother speaks, cupping my face in her hands.
"Yes mother?" I squeak out, quietly.
"That, Xavier man, is not the right fit. The shadows seem to follow that, rachet man." She states with a flowery expression.
"Mother? He seemed quite responsible and, rather to my liking. Why must there be an rudely talk about him?"
She lets go of my face. Backing away, and as if backing away, Jalon and Fraya come in.
"Your highness, he has seemed to be a threat. All of us were a fool to me within matters with him, he was in a bad group." Jalon states with utter most concern.
"My apologies, your Majesty I did not aquire such information until most recent." He looks over at my mother.
"No, it is of my fault. But we may not let king Muchirel know, if he finds out. The head of that man will be on a stick and, well Jear will not be accompany ever more." She rests her cheek in her palm.
"Not a word." Jalon swore. "Now, off you three go, with your...doings." she rather razled, and left in a hurry.
"Well, to ignore that, princess Theo, what shall we do with this newly found free time?"
I ponder, with the miles of thoughts filing me mind. "I can not make a decision so...rash."
"Why not, we attend the ball happening near the very room?" Fraya suggestions make me ponder, as if my thoughts couldn't think on their own.
"I do not see why that can not be our whereabouts. However, I do not wish to do that immediately. I do not believe I do, at least." They both not, not questioning my ideals.
"Let's make acquaintance, with my brother."
"Highness, that is not permitted." Jalon speaks.
"That I know, however I am wishing to, look aside the premade rules, and go on further?" I look up with pleading eyes, his mine.
"I, propose we can. However, we must not get caught." Jalon agrees.
Both, Fraya and I bounce in happiness. "Why great news!" She exclaims, "of course!" I respond.
We all three quietly walk to the uncharted quarter. The quiet walk, we did indeed go unintended.
We go through the grand doors, leading into the fenced area. Jalon peaking in first, to see not a sight of the king or queen.
"We may enter." He states holding the door.
We are met with a gated wide Field, of lush grass the color of emerald and the fence, reaching high enough to be considered walls of the palace.
"Oh, there is my friend!" My brother announced, as he lightly runs our way.
Then, he met my eyes, and then fraya's. The confusion fills his own, and the brow becomes angered.
