They Call Me Princess

Chapter Ten: Language Battle

The plane came to a complete stop at the end of the runway. I couldn't breathe properly when I looked outside the window. It was the same airport that I escaped here from.

I slowly stood after Alexei did and zipped my duffle bag closed. "Just leave your bag here, Vlad will take care of it momentarily."

I nodded my head wearily. After all, sleep aluded me throughout the ride. "Come on, the press are already waiting to get some pictures." He held his hand out to me like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I was shocked for a second, but ended up just sighing. It wasn't worth my time to worry about holding hands. After all, I was expect to do far more than hand holding.

He began to guide me through a row of seats before we exited the area and stood in front of the door. "There's no backing out now." I muttered under my breath as the pilot opened it, allowing me to see the thick layer of snow surrounding the area.

After all this was one of the most northern countries in the world, if not the.

"Shhh! Look! They're getting out!" Reports scurried to get their cameras out and be the first person to take a picture of us. We descended the stairs anyway and made a beeline to the limo that awaited us.

I never understood why they had tinted windows until now.

"Your highness! Will this relationship have any effect on your current plans for the war?"

"When will you announce an engagement?"

"Does Miss Richards have a statement about the ongoing conflict?"

Microphones and tape recorders were shoved in my face as we pushed through the crowd. They- of course- followed us persistantly until a few body guards came and pushed them back.

Without a second thought I slid into the limo not wanting to deal with the reporters shouting at us wanting answers to questions that didn't concern them.

I finally began to breath again, even though I never noticed that I held my breath. I rested my head against the back of the seat, ignoring the bitter cold air that had been blowing against my face.

Alexei slowly began to slide in next to me and the door was shut by our driver, whom quickly jogged around to his seat and began the preparations to drive.

"What time is it here?" I finally asked once my breathing became slowed and my erraic heart beat became normal again.

I watched as he pulled out his phone and pressed the power button, the faint glow lighting up his face in the darkness.

"About 3 in the mourning." Came his quiet response as he shut it back off and tucked away in his pant pocket.

I hummed in response, shutting my eyes and relaxing for a moment. That was until the limo stopped and another person entered.

The harsh, cold wind brushed past me as another man, no older than thirty entered the limo and sat next to Alexei who- even in the darkness- managed to read some papers.

"Nice of you to finally join us Vlad." The man, who I guess is Vlad, smiled at the Prince before directing his attention towards me. "Ah, you must be Isabelle. I've heard very little about you but if you are ever in need of anything, I will be there to take care of it."

He held out his hand, which was still covered by his woolen gloves, to shake. I smiled and shook it, the corners of my lips turning into a tired, but still sincere smile.

"Yes, well I can only assume that your name is Vlad, so it seems that both of us are uninformed." He let out a quiet chuckle before mumbling to Alexei in Russian.

"она злющий один, где бы вы смогли выбрать этот один вверх?"
(She's a feisty one, wherever did you manage to pick this one up?)

Alexei chuckled slightly before replying, "В проулке, как все остальные..."
(In an alleyway like all of the others...)

I glared at the two men as they laughed with one another. "Не забывайте, ваше высочество, что у меня есть сила и власть, чтобы уйти, когда захочу и оставить свое имя в упадке. Моя репутация сделает восстановление и мое имя забыто в известковой свете, вы не так много."

(Do not forget, your highness, I have the power and authority to leave, whenever I want and leave your name and reputation in shambles. My reputation will make a recovery and my name will be forgotten from the limelight, you not so much.)

"Вы нуждаетесь во мне больше, чем я нуждаюсь в тебе." (You need me more than I need you.) I finished, silencing the two men who, for a second seemed shocked that I spoke to them in fluent Russian. Sure I stumbled over a few words, but that was in anger and frustration more than anything.

"Il semble, pris la main le sac." Vlad said trying to confuse me by the switch of languages. (It seems as though we've been caught red handed.)

"Oui, il semble que oui."(Yes, it appears so.) I responded quickly trying to catch them off guard.

"Jak otravné." (How annoying.) Alexei murmured under his breath as he pulled out his glasses. "Ty nejsi ten byl uražený." (You are not the one being insulted.)

"彼女は永続的です." (She is persistent sir.) Alexei nodded but silently continued to read papers.  "ありがとうございました." (Thank you.) I spoke quietly this time, knowing that my Japanese was very sloppy since I had only just begun to speak it.

One had to know many languages working at a fashion company. And he made me learn as much as I could at a young age.

"Are you okay miss?" I turned to Vlad in surprise. One minute he's battling me in other languages, the next he's concerned about my well being.

"Niet dat het mij zoveel kan schelen." (Not that I care too much.)

"Lul." (Jerk) I replied with narrowed eyes as he cracked a smile. "Könnte sein..." (Maybe)

I turned my back to him and looked out the window. Not that I could see much of anything since it was nighttime and the windows were tinted.

"Hän on varmasti erilainen teidän korkeutenne." (She's certainly different your highness)

"Da."

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Sup peepz!

So... alot of languages there, no I don't speak all of those, I used google.

Anyway in order I used:
Russian
French
Czech
Japanese
Dutch
German
Finnish