[i]Before a Royal Breakfast?[/i] Aleksandr blushed as the people waved at him. He politely waved back, feeling a tad embarrassed to be holding his sister's hand, and to be outside of the castle without any guards. He wanted to ask of she was afraid if anyone would attack her, but... He did not.

At least, he knew why she had been late to breakfast. She had been late on other various occasions to presentations of the a Royal Court, but he did not think this could possibly be why. He always saw her in her beauty and elegance, always able to twist Mother and Fathers disdaine into something sweet and tender for her tardiness.

He always blamed her lateness on getting ready, perhaps over sleeping...

The clock became a good disguise, he finally loosened a bit and smiled. "Nadia,you are quite terrible. You are fortunate for your beautiful features," he swiftly made the comment, enlightening her on his trade of admiring her looks.

The lake was serene and heavily endowed in wonder and awe, "Mother and Father let you have favorites?" He questioned her, feeling a tad bit sick to his stomach. She was so much more clever than him, his chance at being remotely close to the crown just seemed like a joke, now. "It is a nice place," he admitted. It was nice, though, he was still frightened from calling it his favorite place. He was starting to think maybe the a royal Garden was his favorite place since he was able to hold his sister's hand there... But then again, here he was holding his sister's hand in [i]her[/i] favorite location. Should her favorite be his favorite? He was new to favorites, having been forbidden to have favorites for various reasons. He understood them, but something shy and timid and marvelous about Nadia having favorites rustled in the garden of his heart.