Maybe Tomorrow

Chapter 30 - Alexandra

Months have flown by like leaves during a windstorm. Charlotte and Nicholas sometimes visited numerous small towns around the country for weeks at a time, doing their duties while my time is usually spent with writing and trying to publish my poetry collection.

And with missing my fire when she's so far away from home.

The first publisher I walked to while dressed as a maid grabbed onto the opportunity to publish my lord's book immediately after I said my pseudonym. They have previously fought nail and tooth over owning my books since I published the translations. It took me months to translate every sentence to English, Spanish and Russian but with the help of every single dictionary there is, and closing myself off for hours in my chamber, I managed to finish it in under a year and sent it into the world with the help of my Greek publisher.

And the only language out of the three I had to learn out of the three was English after my brother announced there is a possibility of us travelling to England almost three years ago. From the two other languages I could remember a certain amount of words from my study years. With more help I refreshed my memory on them, got it checked by native speakers, and then it went out.

It wasn't difficult to learn. I have never had a problem learning new things. Not with musical instruments, not with words. My accent does come through when I speak sometimes. Although living in England has done wonders to my pronunciation.

Gossiping with The Queen might also be one of the reasons my accent is no longer as easy to be heard. Hours upon hours of chatting does a perfect job.

Out of the three Onassis, the one with a more prominent accent is my mother. After all, having lived in only one country her whole life, speaking mostly in one language, it can't just disappear with a snap of a finger. And people older than twenty have a hard time learning something new. I experienced it when I saw how differently my mother studied compared to me and my brother. She spent two hours a day with a teacher and then she studied on her own for two hours more. She truly put everything into it so she didn't have a hard time during her visit.

But here we all are, over a year later since our arrival. Me living in the palace as Nicholas' hand, my mother living with The Queen Mother in a castle, and my brother is now The King consort of England.

One can say we have everything we could ever need. The people have yet to suspect much more happening inside the palace walls. How there is love but not where they probably guess there is.

But oh, is there love.

The connection I share with Charlotte has never bloomed more beautifully with colours flying everywhere we go. There hasn't been a day in the year I have been here where I would second-guess my choices of who I love. I have my eyes and heart solely set on her. When we are in the same room together, there isn't anyone else I can see clearer than her.

It is as if my whole life's purpose altered and spun around the woman with copper red hair. Nothing else mattered more.

There of course were times where we fell out of line when either of us felt too much pressure pushing on our chest with the secrecy of our relationship. But the other of the two of us makes sure we know there is something to fight for. That having to hide for the rest of our lives is worth the love we express at the end of each day, all the doors closed and no one interrupting our love.

But not today. Today is meant to be our time and going on a horse ride together to the place which brings us both peace of mind felt like a great idea to spend one of our free days there.

With all the responsibilities Charlotte has to carry on her shoulders as the one true monarch, there isn't enough time for us to be together unless it is in our shared chamber when we fall asleep. I appreciate those days but it isn't the same as getting to be together without anyone watching outside of our bedchamber.