Her Royal Highness, Leonor: The Years Later

The Traditional Conflict

Universidad De Autonoma, Madrid

Leonor

"Class dismissed."

As soon as the professor dismisses the class, Leonor heaves a sigh and starts flipping her notebooks close and stuff it in her bag, and after walking to where their professor is at to say goodbye and thanking her for the day, she gets lost in the crowd of students getting out of their respective rooms as soon as the clock reaches four in the afternoon.

 
There were a lot of greetings of goodbye when she exited the room, and every smile she returned bids her to have a safe drive home.
"Tenga un buen viaje a casa, Princesa."

"Guapisima Princesa, cuidate por favor."

She tries to make her way down the building as fast as she can, amidst the attention, and the phones focused on her. She docked her head down, and as she finally left the building, she let out another heavy sigh.

She looks up, anticipating this very hour all day. She has been wanting for the clock to strike its hand towards the hour, she has been imagining how she'd feel sharing a dinner with Philippa halfway, in a cafe she picked herself, half an hour away from her university, an hour away from Philippa's. Just the mere thought of meeting the writer there already makes her chest flutter with this same familiar warmth and tenderness that she usually feels whenever she's around her.

At this thought, her cheeks warmed up, and she involuntarily smiled.

She continued to walk towards the exit of the university. There were still a lot of students following her movements, gracing her ears with bidding words, and for some reason, much to her surprise, there was more media here this afternoon than how she usually has on a normal school day since starting last week.

She was already near the exit when she caught sight of Aurelia from afar, followed by Gretha, and she unconsciously frowned, seeing the distraught look on the secretary's face. Aurelia doesn't always look like this, and it tells her something's up, somehow, today.

"Princessa, perdon." Aurelia whispered as she came closer. The secretary stopped and concerningly held her stare. "Tenemos una situacion." (TL: "We have a situation.")

"What do you mean?" She asks, her curiosity growing thicker by the minute.

The secretary escorts her towards fully exiting the university, and in a car parked at a distance, her heartbeat's fasten as the familiar sight of a figure walking out of it hovers over her eyes, making her silently gasped.

Her mind clicks and snaps to a name.

Gabriel.

Gabriel sees her, and flashes her this wide smile, showing his teeth, and much to her further surprise, he fishes out a small bouquet of daffodils, extending it in a form of offering. Around, the people who have noticed the gesture start taking more pictures, camera flashes are all over the place, girls squirms and boys smile as they watch Gabriel walk closer to her.

"Aurelia...?" She whispered, not taking her eyes off Gabriel, out of surprise.

The secretary apologetically shrugged her shoulders, and inhaled a deep breath. "Perdon, Princessa. Tampoco sé que Sir Gabriel vendrá esta tarde. Me enteré hace unos minutos." (TL: I also don't know Sir Gabriel is coming this afternoon. I just found out about it a few minutes ago.")

Leonor tries to regain her composure and flashes a faint smile towards Gabriel, and accepts the daffodils. She expressed her surprise, as Gabriel reached out for a quick kiss on the cheeks, in which she awkwardly accepted. From the side of her eyes, she can see Aurelia and Gretha trying to politely excuse the growing crowd.