Chapter XI: Daydream

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Alexei's POV:

I wonder what the weather is like in Romania. Is it snowing like it is here? Does it even snow in Romania? What if Ileana has never seen snow? If she has, does she like snow?

"Alexis Nicholaevitch,"

I should ask her in the next letter.

"Alexis Nicholaevitch,"

Yes, I would write one right after-

"Alexis Nicholaevitch Romanov!"

"Huh?"

"How do you say, My father's cat is orange in French?"

Crap.

"Um, Ci papa le cat is me orange?"

"No, does anyone know how to say this phrase correctly, in French?"

Tatiana raised her hand," Le chat de mon père est orange."

"Very good! A challenge, your highness, in German?"

"Mein Vater Katze ist orange."

"Perfection!"

He turned to me.

"As for you, 100 times, 50 in German and 50 in French: I will not daydream in class. Go! Due tomorrow."

Sometimes, I hate M. Gilliard. A lot.

Je ne vais pas rêvasser en classe.

Ich werde nicht in der Klasse Tagtraum.

T'fu.

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