Alexandria was only ever meant to be a princess. A scandalous socialite to grace the covers of gossip magazines and twitters trending page.
When her older brother tragically dies in a suicide, Alexa suddenly becomes the next heir to the English thr...
Trigger warning: this chapter deals with numerous triggering subjects. Once you choose hope, anything's possible -Christopher Reeve
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"Why are you so nervous." Ollie chuckled, sitting back into the silk holstered seat and spreading his legs as if he were in his sofa watching a movie, and not in the Kings Wing in Buckingham palace.
I tried to stop wringing my hands, and resorted to wiping the sweat off them against the pastel blue fabric of my dress. "I'm not." I lied grimacing, Ollie just laughed again.
I sat down beside him and he grabbed my hand tenderly, which actually eased some of my nerves. Since he proposed he'd actually changed. His temperament was kinder, patient. He drowned me in affection, and sent large bouquets of flowers to my office every morning. Getting my fathers' consent for marriage was easy. Ollie came from a respectable family and would be a great consort when the time came.
Now we just needed to pick the ring...
When the door beside us swung open, I instantly jumped to my feet, my insides feeling like crackling fireworks. Ollie chuckled again at my apparent short fuse and I bit back a nervous laugh.
I couldn't help it, getting engaged was so... so overwhelming.
"Your highness," Leena said, bowing meticulously though clutching a handful of folders. "The crown jeweler will see you both now."
I let out a breath of relief and with my hand tucked through Ollies' we entered the room. Mr. Giovanni, appointed by my father to handle all Crown Jewels, lowered his head before taking my hand from Ollie's eagerly.
"I was so excited to cultivate this collection for you..." He murmured with excitement. Mr. Giovanni was an eccentric man, with gelled back gray hair, and a maroon suit. He wiped tears from his eyes as he gushed about how happy he was for us. I couldn't help but smile.
My hands were shaking, but I went along nonetheless. I tried on ring after ring, princess cut, diamond cut... some rings dated back centuries with intricate engravings and hefty stones.
"What about this your highness?" Mr. Aushberry murmured pulling off a glass case, and delicately handling a twinkling ring from where it rested on a velvet pillow. "Modern yet set with traditional cuts that highlight the beauty of the center stone. Clean lines, solitaire settings, and pavé accents- just takes my breath away."
He slipped the ring through my finger, and I silently contemplated for a moment, turning my hand and watching the light catch on each cut of stone. It was beautiful, but not me. "It's a bit much... too many diamonds I think."
Mr. Giovanni let out a hearty laugh. "That's the first time I've ever heard a woman say a ring has too many diamonds. Often it's not enough!"
