Andrew Robinson
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The blizzard continued for another three days. In that time I stayed out of Mariela's way and she never called for me so I assumed she was still processing what had happened and was trying to figure out what to do alongside her husband. With no one able to enter or exit the palace due to the snow, I wasn't even expected to have tea with anyone since neither the queen nor Rosenia were interested in me when not keeping up appearances in front of other nobility. Al and I were left entirely to our own…-
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Franz burst into the room frantically with the royal doctor and Al on his heels. "Mariela? Does anything hurt? Are you still feeling ill?" He hovered over her like a fruit fly does a bunch of bananas as the doctor began his ministrations. Al and I hung back by the door, grave-faced. "I ran into Franz on the way," he whispered. "He has been panicking the entire time. Quite annoying, really." I shot him a look. "She's his wife, it's normal for him to worry when she's sick." "Nobody should worry that…
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Al loved my black sweater so much that he refused to give it back; claiming it was too comfortable and I would be fine since I had more sweaters on the way. I couldn't dispute that. My pale, blonde complexion didn't look as good in black as he did anyway. When we went back to the shop to pick up my appropriately sized sweaters and pajama pants, he ordered more for both of us. The shopkeeper was thrilled because Al offered a hefty tip. I also picked up more thick socks while we were there and bought…
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Considering the plan was Marcy's idea in the novel, her pessimism surprised me. I wasn't sure what to tell her. Franz wouldn't want gossip to get out but Marcy had worked with him on this originally...what was I supposed to do? In my plans to get the plot back on track I had mentally separated defeating Sigmund and getting Marcy and Al together. I thought that as long as both of those things happened in the end it would all be okay somehow. In this version of the story, the one where I existed, Marcy…
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As the wife of the forgotten prince, nobody cared what I wore during my free time as long as I was 'properly dressed' during meals, morning tea with the queen and other princesses, and on the rare occasions where Al and I were required to make public appearances. They would dress me up like a Barbie but as soon as I was free it was back to my comfy casual wear. One day a week later as we were curled up in the library reading in adjacent chairs, Al reached over and rubbed my sleeve on his cheek. "What…
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The rain stopped the following morning and we slipped out of the palace using the tree Al had shown me after lunch once it warmed up a bit. My mind was clearer than it was last night. I would focus on my mission—comfortable winter clothes—and nothing else. Since we were jumping a wall, I changed into my least restrictive dress with a 'half corset' very similar to one of my bras back home before we snuck out. Unfortunately my sportswear of sorts wasn't going to help me with my fear of heights.…
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Al wasn't in the room when I came back—probably getting someone to bring us a warm drink—so I hurriedly put on my nightgown and a different dry robe for warmth and sat on a couch by the fire with my hair wrapped in a towel turban. "What on earth are you wearing?" I turned and saw Al holding a tea tray complete with doughnuts with a very confused look on his face. "This helps dry my hair faster. It's a trick from the countryside." "The countryside sounds like a very interesting place," he said…
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It was easier sneaking out than back in. Two sopping wet people left twin trails of water anywhere they went. Al urged me forward by putting an arm around my back and pulling me with him after checking around corners to see if the coast was clear because I was still in a bit of a daze. Going out in frigid rain wasn't my best idea. One of the servants that worked in Al's wing of the palace spotted us near the entrance of our bedroom and gaped at our sorry state. Al gave no explanation. "Prepare two…
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We had been so busy since my falling out with Mariela that Al hadn't noticed the two of us weren't spending time together. So when I practically bounced into the library after our meeting he was confused. "Why are you in such a good mood?" "Today is a good day, that's all." He eyed me strangely. "What's so good about today? Haven't you noticed there is a thunderstorm out there? The windows have been rattling all day; I can hardly concentrate on my book." "Stop reading then." "There's nothing else to…
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The foreign visitors slowly dissipated over the following week but before they did Al and I still had to keep up appearances as 'important' members of the royal family. We hardly had a moment to ourselves. The small talk was really starting to get to me. The only somewhat interesting part of all this was seeing Mariela's reaction to the delegates from Shibatsu. The king had sent over one of the warrior members of his royal cabinet, who apparently knew Mariela well, and the second prince Jondein.…
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