Nadia turned at the sound of Alexi's voice, seeing him behind them. "Alexi..?" Nadia asked, looking at him with a questioning look. She was still feeling rather down and was wondering why Alexi was there behind them. Perhaps he wanted to cheer her up? Or perhaps he was going to scold her or ask her to not tell anyone about what they did earlier on.
Aleksandr caught up to Nadia and Tear. He stammered a bit, hesitating before making any real reply, "I -- I just wanted to make sure you are okay," he smiled down at the small, pretty girl. She was too young and naive to have such a harsh punishment, "I know Tear is here, and this may be stepping out of line with Father, but..." He paused, letting out a deep breath. His inflated ego was falling as he spoke to Nadia like this, tenderly, sweet heartedly, "I do not think you will have trouble finding your hand in marriage."
His face was rosy from speaking to her in such a manner. Part of him wanted to lean down and give her a kiss or go on and continue in some buffoonery of praise, so folly he began to think, I would not mind having you as a wife... as rambunctious as you are.... He would not say that aloud. How dare he...
"I still would like to join you, if you would like."
His face was rosy from speaking to her in such a manner. Part of him wanted to lean down and give her a kiss or go on and continue in some buffoonery of praise, so folly he began to think, I would not mind having you as a wife... as rambunctious as you are.... He would not say that aloud. How dare he...
"I still would like to join you, if you would like."
Nadia smiled warmly at him, cheering up a little. "Thank you, Alexi" She said. Hearing his words made her blush a little and she looked at him. "You really think someone can actually handle me?" She asked, laughing softly.
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Tear just smiled when Alexi finished talking, however it wasnt not just a simple smile, like if she knew what Alexi was thinkng
"Dear princess, prince,I have to go now" Tear said softy and bowed her head before leving with the same smile as before
"Dear princess, prince,I have to go now" Tear said softy and bowed her head before leving with the same smile as before
"Tear?" Nadia said, looking at her. "Aren't you going to bake with us?" She asked, looking at her
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"i am sorry my lady, im afraid i have some errands to run" Tear said with a sad voice and walked away
However it was a lie, she just wanted to see what the sibblings would do alone
However it was a lie, she just wanted to see what the sibblings would do alone
Nadia blinked and watched Tear left. She then turned and looked at Alexi."I guess it's just the two of us then" She said with a smile. "Let's go to the baking room?" Nadia asked.
Aleksandr kept his composure. He was surprised Tear was leaving them. Was she really leaving them, alone? He tucked his hands in his pocket, not wanting to start what he had in the garden. He was skeptical, and still thinking uneasily about how he was acting. He normally wanted nothing to do with the girl, afraid to let his favorite secret seep through the seams of his mind or. . heart.
"Yes, Nadia, as you wish," his voice was stoic, trying to hold back the sheepish boy in him, and maybe even a grin. He had never baked before as he was a male, a potential heir to royalty--what need was he to cook? He could read books, however, and follow instructions. He found comfort in his knowledge of literature. Baking should not be so hard, should it? Perhaps on his skin, but so was combat. . he was a man, his hands could handle holding Nadia's, they should be well able to bake.
"Yes, Nadia, as you wish," his voice was stoic, trying to hold back the sheepish boy in him, and maybe even a grin. He had never baked before as he was a male, a potential heir to royalty--what need was he to cook? He could read books, however, and follow instructions. He found comfort in his knowledge of literature. Baking should not be so hard, should it? Perhaps on his skin, but so was combat. . he was a man, his hands could handle holding Nadia's, they should be well able to bake.
Nadia smiled and the two of them went to the baking room, where Tear had prepared the ingredients for them. Nadia went to the ingredients, looking at them, wondering what they could make. "Hmmm Alexi, do you like cookies?" Nadia asked, turning to look at him.
Of course, Aleksandr liked cookies. But, was not about to admit how much he loved them. He would love to make cookies, more than Nadia would know. Knowing the labor behind making cookies seemed so . . For a lack of a better word he thought to himself ominous. They could not be so that hard either, they were small little things. .
"I do like cookies," Aleksandr said, smiling down at Nadia, the best he could. The small girl had such soft hands. It was hard to believe she had been cooking for so long. He almost wanted to dare himself to do something to flirt with her, again, but he refrained. The alone time seemed so. . perfect he thought to himself.
There was no Erik, no Tear, no Father. . He found himself hoping cookies weren't too easy to make, so their time spent together cooking would be prolonged.
"I do like cookies," Aleksandr said, smiling down at Nadia, the best he could. The small girl had such soft hands. It was hard to believe she had been cooking for so long. He almost wanted to dare himself to do something to flirt with her, again, but he refrained. The alone time seemed so. . perfect he thought to himself.
There was no Erik, no Tear, no Father. . He found himself hoping cookies weren't too easy to make, so their time spent together cooking would be prolonged.
"We'll make cookies then" Nadia said happily and stayed silent for awhile, remembering the recipe. "Then, Alexi help me measure out two and a half cups of all purpose flour for a start.." She said, thinking. She smiled and went to preheat the oven to 350 degrees
"Then, Alexi, help me measure out two and a half cups of all purpose flour for a start.."
The Prince looked around. How was he supposed to measure the flour? He liked the sound of flour, it reminded him of the homonym, flower. He wished to give Nadia a flower. . She was so beautiful and delicate, meh prettier than a flower. The beauty of the world was held in the surreal look of her eyes. .
No wonder she loved baking. Or maybe, he was forcing this into his head,
"Measure? With what...?" He questioned her, asking, trying it sound as polite as possible, but failed. He felt embarrassed, suddenly not knowing, yet again, around Nadia, what he was doing, his heart fluttered, trying to maintain a manly composure. He was desperate to impress her, but with these situations it seemed she was the only one doing the impressing. .
The Prince looked around. How was he supposed to measure the flour? He liked the sound of flour, it reminded him of the homonym, flower. He wished to give Nadia a flower. . She was so beautiful and delicate, meh prettier than a flower. The beauty of the world was held in the surreal look of her eyes. .
No wonder she loved baking. Or maybe, he was forcing this into his head,
"Measure? With what...?" He questioned her, asking, trying it sound as polite as possible, but failed. He felt embarrassed, suddenly not knowing, yet again, around Nadia, what he was doing, his heart fluttered, trying to maintain a manly composure. He was desperate to impress her, but with these situations it seemed she was the only one doing the impressing. .
Before Nadia reached the oven, she heard Alexi's question and turned to go back to him. "Hmmm.." she said as she looked around the table. She took a measuring cup and the flour and placed them in front of Alexi. "Sorry, I forgot you've never baked before. Uhm well, you measure two and a half cups of this flour and place it in a big bowl" she said and smiled at him.
"Oh, right..." The Prince said embarrassingly. He picked up the measuring cups, trying to dig through the flour. He was clumsy at first, but being a natural athlete, somehow, came in handy with good eye coordination.
He put two and a half cups of flour into the bowl. "How long have you been baking, again, Nadia?"
He put two and a half cups of flour into the bowl. "How long have you been baking, again, Nadia?"
Nadia had went back to preheat the oven. She went back to Alexi and smiled as she saw he had done his task. "Well, when I was 10 I kept bugging Tear to teach me cause I wanted to give someone something I made.. So Tear taught me. I guess that makes it 7 years..?" she said with a smile and added in baking soda, whisking them. "Could you get a cup of butter and half a cup of sugar and placed them in another bowl?" She asked Alexi.
Aleksandr did as the Princess told him, "Seven years?" He asked. Her hands wee so soft. .
"I. ." He paused, feeling his cheeks turn red, again. "I think your hands are soft for--" his composure deteriorated. His voice sounded shaky, weak. He took a moment, trying to regain his demeanor.
"I would not have been able to tell. . Not that," he had not really held another woman's hands. How would he know the difference, he knew he looked like a fool trying to compliment, or console her. "I think the king, Father, was out of line when he told you finding a husband would be hard," his voice was stoic, again, more direct but still concerned.
He had a hard time believing he just stammered over the situation that happened in the garden. Aleksandr was not one for stammers and pauses, he preferred being direct. . And clear. But with Nadia, everything was hazy and different. .
"I. ." He paused, feeling his cheeks turn red, again. "I think your hands are soft for--" his composure deteriorated. His voice sounded shaky, weak. He took a moment, trying to regain his demeanor.
"I would not have been able to tell. . Not that," he had not really held another woman's hands. How would he know the difference, he knew he looked like a fool trying to compliment, or console her. "I think the king, Father, was out of line when he told you finding a husband would be hard," his voice was stoic, again, more direct but still concerned.
He had a hard time believing he just stammered over the situation that happened in the garden. Aleksandr was not one for stammers and pauses, he preferred being direct. . And clear. But with Nadia, everything was hazy and different. .
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"oh my god! im terrible sorry!" Ter shouted as she walked in,with a huge smile on hr face, she knew she was annoying Aleksandr, and that gave her a lot of pleasure.
"i have finished what i had to do so i can help you now" she said while looking at the prince
"i have finished what i had to do so i can help you now" she said while looking at the prince
Aleksandr tried to quit his blushing when tear walked into the cooking room, the kitchen. It was not as if he wanted Tear to start hinting to any of the other workers that he had a crush on his sister--and that, that was it. He did not like Tear because she probably already knew. There was not a way he would disrespect the young lady. Either of them. . .
"Hello, Tear," Aleksandr said in response, "I am happy you have come to help. Nadia is. . Trying to show me, but I must--" he paused, realizing he was talking too much, "I must not be too good at following her directions," he smiled. He followed them so perfectly to escape from outside the castle, maybe this was just a self-defense mechanism his brain had worked into its networking,
"Hello, Tear," Aleksandr said in response, "I am happy you have come to help. Nadia is. . Trying to show me, but I must--" he paused, realizing he was talking too much, "I must not be too good at following her directions," he smiled. He followed them so perfectly to escape from outside the castle, maybe this was just a self-defense mechanism his brain had worked into its networking,
Nadia blushed slightly as she heard what Alexi said. She could feel her heart beat slightly faster but she did not know why. With a small smile, she turned to face Alexi to say something but she saw Tear and looked at the bowl again, her face slightly redder. "You're really good at following my directions" she said, glancing at him. She took the bowl of butter and sugar and started to mix it. Once she felt it was mixed enough, she added salt, vanilla and eggs and mixed them as well. "Alexi, could you pour in the flour that I mixed earlier on into this bowl?" She asked, looking at him.
Aleksandr could not help his blushing, cursing suddenly in his mind that Tear was witnessing all of this. Nadia complimented him. His heart was racing, he told a small lie about not being able to follow direction. He was sure Tear would . . Tell someone, get them into trouble or was she trustworthy enough?
"Thank you, Nadia," he said plainly, trying to keep any sheepish voice from pulling, "Tear, what would you like to do?"
"Thank you, Nadia," he said plainly, trying to keep any sheepish voice from pulling, "Tear, what would you like to do?"
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