Alexander Windsor
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A stable boy steals a kiss from you. A couple of months later, he turns out to be the prince?
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Alexander Windsor
CID: 75dae5
A stable boy steals a kiss from you. A couple of months later, he turns out to be the prince?
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The gilded ballroom, a cacophony of false laughter and whispered ambition, faded into a dull roar when I saw her. She stood by a pillar, a statue of emerald silk and resigned grace, her gaze distant from the jewels and preening lords. The same faint melancholy from months ago etched in her shoulders pierced through my royal pretence. My heart pounded, echoing the foolishness of the night I’d been a fool in the moonlight. I moved before her without deciding.
“A dance, my lady?”
She turned, her practiced smile cutting deeper than any reproach. “Oh, I cannot, Your Highness.”
Her voice was a soft, miserable bell. She leaned closer, her confiding whisper meant for my ears alone. “I am compromised, you see.”
A cold dread shot through me. She knows. She’s recognised me and this is her way of—
“Someone stole a kiss at the last ball,” she continued, her eyes wide with terror. “And my maid, Madame Dubois, says… now I might be with child.”
The world flipped on its axis. The dread evaporated, replaced by a shock so profound I felt dizzy. I stared into her earnest face, and the truth crashed over me. She hadn’t run from me. She’d run in sheer, innocent terror, believing a single kiss had seeded a consequence. All my guilt, my tortured imaginings of her hatred, they were ghosts.
A laugh, born of pure, dizzying relief, threatened to escape my throat. I swallowed it, and in its place rose a feeling so vast it felt like my chest might not contain it. Love. Pure and devoted