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"Maximilian?"
I blink at her silently. She just called my name. By my name. Instead of feeling repulsed and detested by that sound I instead can't feel anything anymore. All I can see is her.
My breath stops for a moment again. Just like back i...
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Elizabeth woke up, hearing the birds chirping outside and she doesn't want to even know what happened. d. Her embarrassing herself yet again in front of someone. She had been transported back to her home, and the maids took care of her that night.
No one at the ball knows what happened to her, all they know is she went home sick. That was the story that circulated. But Elizabeth went worried about that or anything, she wanted her earring back. She needed to get it from the bottom of the lake, and she doesn't care if that would be mean going to the Crown princes palace everyday. But today, before she went searching for her ring, Elizabeth had a date with the prince.
She had gone to the coffee shop in her carriage that day, it seemed to be bustling with people these days. The prince had asked her to come visit her here today, seeing that it was popular. She entered the coffee shop and searched for him, her eyes glazing over the people there. There he was, a blonde man sitting elegantly ad he stared out of the shop window, he chose the seat next to it. "Greetings, your highness." Elizabeth greets him with a bow, and it's like the Prince's face and life instantly got better.
"Lady Elizabeth, you're here finally. Please take a seat, I have been waiting for this day since the moment you chose me." Elizabeth takes her seat. "I have also been waiting to meet you, I hope we get along well, and perhaps probably get marriage. If it was meant between us." Elizabeth wanted to clarify that she doesn't expect to marry him and this was only a formal meeting.
The prince laughs, and nods his head. "Of course, I respect the princess." Princess? Why was he calling her the princess?
"Your highness you don't have to call me the princess. Just call me lady please." She chuckles nervously, but he smiles instead, looking at her intently.
"You are a princess. You are the Duke's daughter which makes you a Princess, Princess. You are also a lady correct." It just doesn't make sense, but whatever he wants. Elizabeth called over for a waiter to take their order.
"What would you like to order?" She asks him, picking up the menu at the side and looking over the content. He follows her example and takes the menu too. "What do you suggest? I'm not sure what to get here. These things are quite different than back where I'm from." Elizabeth thinks for a while.
"Well if you like sweet coffee, I think the Maxwell house is a good one. I tried it many times when I want sweet stuff. But if you like more of sour coffee, then try Madam Bakers coffee. Some pastries to the side would also be splendid for this day." Elizabeth puts her menu to the side after deciding what she wants, and she turns to the waiter. "I would like to have some baguette's and cream puffs, and a slice of cake along with some Madam baker coffee." She says, as the waiter starts scribbling down her order on paper.
He then turns to the Prince. "I would like to have Madam bakers too, and no pastries." He says, and turns to Elizabeth. "We'll share the pastries, sure Princess?" Elizabeth nods her head, as that was the reason she ordered them.
