The Royal Choice

Windenburg, Falkenstein Castle

The grand halls of Burg Falkenstein were unusually quiet, the anticipation and preparations for the upcoming celebration casting a heavy silence over the castle. Crown Prince Alexander von Ahrensberg stood by the large window in his private chambers, staring out at the sprawling gardens below. Tall and slender, with an athletic build from years of horseback riding, his medium to dark blonde hair lightened by the summer sun, and his chiseled, angular features gave him a striking, handsome appearance. His blue eyes, usually so composed, now reflected the turmoil within. His attire, as always, was impeccably classy, subtly incorporating the royal colors of blue and silver.

Beside him stood his closest confidant and personal advisor, Lukas Weber. Lukas, a man in his early thirties with a sharp mind and a calm demeanor, had been by Alexander’s side for years. Average in height with a lean build, dark brown hair, and green eyes, usually hidden behind glasses, Lukas’s thoughtful expression and practical yet refined ways made him the perfect advisor. His loyalty and discretion made him indispensable to the prince.

For the past several weeks, Alexander had been meeting with various debutantes and eligible bachelorettes, each one a potential future queen. He had hosted these young ladies at Burg Falkenstein, all together, then one at a time, and had also visited them in their own homes. Now, exactly one week before his twenty-fifth birthday, he was expected to make his choice soon, the weight of the decision pressed heavily upon him for he was no further than he had been when he first embarked on this special quest.

Alexander turned away from the window, facing Lukas. “Alright, let’s start with Francesca Rinaldi.”

Ruffling through the files briefly, Lukas held up a photo of the princess.

“Very well, Sir. Her Royal Highness Francesca Rinaldi, Princess Royale of Tartosa, 18 years old, from a very stable and well-renowned and respected background, skilled horsewoman, attractive, well-educated, also enjoys flower arranging and swimming.”

“Francesca is beautiful, no doubt about that,” Alexander began. “She has this fiery passion that’s both captivating and intimidating. But she’s so young, too young. She’s my sister’s age. I feel like she might have a temper… it’s like a storm waiting to happen. She’s too ‘in your face’ for my liking. I need someone who can be a calming presence, not someone who might ignite more chaos.”

“Of course, Mylord. How about Princess Eloise Cromwell?” he held up her photo, while reading the brief on her “Also 18, though, related to His Majesty King Maximilian Cromwell of Henfordshire via his late younger brother Prince Leopold, her mother remarried a Viscount Chamberlain and issued two more children, one of them tragically passed from SIDS. Also, there were disturbing rumors about Princess Eloise’s father. He was a known alcoholic, clearly didn’t behave royally at times, and there are whispers he caused the unfortunate divorce of Their Majesties Cromwell, which luckily, they were able to resolve and have been happily remarried, their marriage stronger than ever since, even resulting in two more children, Princesses Vivienne and Veronica, both as graceful and perfectly pleasant as Princess Royale Victoria and of course Crown Prince William. I understand the Cromwells wouldn’t hold the poor girl responsible and did sing her praises, but they admittedly are not close to her or her mother. Could be iffy, especially considering your sister’s engagement to the Crown Prince might surely lead to marriage in a few years.”

“My sentiments exactly. Eloise is sweet and proper, a calming presence, I would never have to worry about her speaking out of turn or contradicting me, everything a royal lady should be,” Alexander continued. “But again, so young, still practically a child, and her family’s history… it’s a shadow that follows her everywhere, weighing heavily on her conscience. I feel for her, truly, but am not sure I should ignore the whispers and the scandal. Then again, she comes highly vetted and made my parents’ stringent selection process. What worries me also is that she’s so shy, almost too timid. A shy queen consort? I need someone who can stand by my side with confidence.”

“All right, then we have Marquise Dominique DeMercier of Willow Creek. She is 24 years old, enjoys fashion and flower arranging, is well-travelled, fluent in French, English, and German.”

“Dominique is charming and sophisticated, the language skills are definitely a plus,” Alexander said. “But I couldn’t ignore her mentioning her broken engagement with Lord Jake Cameron several times… sounded to me as if she still has unresolved feelings to work through. Then again, the same could be said about me and Kristin, so who am I to cast judgment about this? This isn’t exactly making this easier.” he let out a deep sigh.

Lukas listened intently, nodding as Alexander spoke. “I understand your concerns, Your Highness. But remember, no one is perfect. It’s about finding someone whose imperfections you can live with and who brings enough other qualities to the table. All ladies have, of course, been tested and are able to bear heirs. Just as you have, Your Highness.”

Alexander sighed again, feeling the weight of his decision. “How romantic to know we are all fully functional.”

“I understand your frustrations, but we haven’t much time to come to a decision. Let’s see, next we have Countess Ekaterina Ivanova, 25, speaks Russian, German, and English fluently and has a reputation for being highly ambitious. Highly educated at only the finest universities, holds multiple degrees in various political sciences and business. Her icy beauty is often mentioned and ….” Lukas was interrupted by the prince, their eyes meeting when Lukas looked up.

“Lukas, apologies, but let me stop you right there. Ekaterina is brilliant, but she’s so cold and calculating. I feel like she sees this marriage as a strategic move rather than a partnership. I need warmth, not just intellect. I felt absolutely no connection with her. She is most definitely out for me.”

“Understood, I’ll strike her off our list. Leaves Doña Isabella de la Vega. 23, she is known to be very passionate about her culture and traditions, and she speaks Spanish, Portuguese and English fluently. She is known for her kindness and generosity.”

Alexander gave Lukas a look. “Isabella is wonderful, truly. But she’s so deeply rooted in her traditions that I worry she might struggle to adapt to our ways. Our culture starkly differs from the Spanish one, and there’s a part of me that feels like she’s too lively. She remarked several times that I should ‘loosen up a little’, that I was too ‘stiff’, while I thought the opposite of her, I almost expected her to break out into Flamenco dancing each time I paid her a compliment. That may work at the Spanish court, but definitely not here, nor with our closest allies. Oh, dear Lord, why did I waste so much time partying rather than making sure I have a decent bride for my 25th birthday? This selection feels like choosing between ladies who are pretty, but so boring they appear dead, and pretty ladies who feel like they could ignite any second, neither of them someone I wish to tie myself to for the rest of my life.”

Lukas placed a reassuring hand on Alexander’s shoulder. “Your Highness, perhaps the answer lies not in perfection, but in connection. Is there anyone who has captured your attention, even if they weren’t on the official list? Anybody who captivated you more than another over the past months at some events maybe? I am sure your parents would be willing to consider a reasonable counteroffer.”

Alexander paused, considering Lukas’s words. “There is maybe one, a long shot… Lady Helena. I must admit, I couldn’t help but notice her, even though she tried to remain invisible in the background. She has a natural presence, grace, and intelligence that I find compelling. She may not be as pedigreed and polished as the others, but there’s a sincerity in her that I can’t ignore. Since Princess Eloise was so uncomfortable being alone with me, Mother chose Lady Helena as Eloise’s companion, essentially a chaperone by any other name. Ironically, I ended up speaking more with Helena than with Eloise, who barely managed two-syllable answers to anything I feverishly dreamt up to asked her. And I am glad of it, for I rather enjoyed it. Helena is refined, intelligent, eloquent, and has a good sense of humor—a relief after spending weeks with ladies who constantly highlight their qualities like commercials on TV. If they weren’t trying to sell themselves to me, their families would. I knew this wasn’t going to be overly pleasant, but I feel like a buyer at some auction for a prized racehorse I then would have to spend the rest of my life with. I do not even want to fathom how those poor ladies feel—probably like in some red-light district trying to complete a transaction. I can’t wait for all this to be over. For all our sakes. Guess they miss this part in all those romantic tales about princes and princesses. Probably doesn’t sell as well as the usual fairytales.”

Lukas raised an eyebrow as he leafed through his files and notes. “Lady Helena von Hohenstein? I’m afraid I have only very limited information on her, gathered when she was to be cleared as Princess Eloise Cromwell’s companion. It says her late father, Baron Heinrich von Hohenstein, was a professor, inventor, and diplomat, renowned for his philanthropic work and dedication to education. His contributions brought significant milestones to the kingdom, for which he was awarded his title by your father only two years before he passed, Lady Helena was still very young then. Her mother, Baroness Clara von Hohenstein, is well known for her charity work, particularly in promoting good and solid education for all, and Lady Helena is very involved in these efforts. Both have worked with your dear mother on such charity fundraisers many times in the past. Two siblings, an older brother, Theodor, a diplomat who inherited the late father’s title, and a younger sister, Emma, who’s in med school. If I may be so bold, Your Highness, Lady Helena might not have the same long-standing pedigree as others, but she certainly possesses the qualities of a future queen consort.”

“How old is she? Does it say? Please, not another 18-year-old. I wonder what my parents think of me, suggesting all those little girls. Seven years younger than me—that’s significant. I felt like I was trying to date my own sister with Princesses Francesca and Eloise. I’d go as far as saying Wilhelmina might even be more mature at 18 than most of those other ladies,” Alexander mused, wondering aloud.

“Lady Helena is 23, Your Highness. Holds a degree in Political Sciences from Britchester University…”

Alexander’s face lit up, then shadowed over again. “Argh, it doesn’t matter. I told my father he can pick my bride. He and Mother already involved me a lot more than they needed to, to give me at least some choice in the matter. I can’t throw a wildcard at them now, especially not someone with a first-generation title. They are practically commoners with a title.”

Lukas smiled gently. “Your Highness, might I remind you that some of the most admirable royal unions have been those involving a commoner, while those between monarchy or nobility often have issues. And sometimes the heart knows what the mind cannot see. Perhaps it’s time to trust your instincts. I’d wager your parents would be willing to hear you out, as they wish for your happiness in the long term. Just reflect on it all. Maybe a ride on your favorite horse and some fresh air would bring clarity?”

Alexander looked at Lukas with some relief and a faint smile, nodding. Lukas smiled back. “I shall fetch your coat, Your Highness, and summon the guards.”

“No guards, no entourage. I need to think. Alone.”

“Very well, Your Highness.”

***

Alexander mounted his dark Westphalian stallion, Thor, and rode out down the street, across some meadows, then into the forest. The rhythmic sound of hooves on the forest path was soothing, allowing him to think more clearly. As he rode deeper into the woods, he noticed a figure struggling by a stream. Curious, he dismounted and approached quietly.

To his surprise, he saw Lady Helena, her bicycle stuck halfway in the stream. She was trying to free it, her shoes and the bottom of her pants wet and muddied and her hair falling loose from its pins. She hadn’t noticed him yet.

Alexander watched for a moment, a sense of serendipity washing over him. Of all people to run into here, both alone, what were the chances for it to be Helena and right after she has been the topic of discussion between him and Lukas? Maybe it was a sign.

Finally, he called out, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. I didn’t realize the same was true for bicycles.”

Helena looked up, startled and embarrassed, trying to straighten up her appearance, brushing her hair back with her hands, but it fell right back into her face. “Your Highness! You should have made your presence known.”

Alexander sauntered over, offering his handkerchief, his initials and the family crest embroidered on it. “May I?” he asked politely.

Helena nodded, staring at the embroidery, and Alexander gently pretended to wipe mud off her face, even though there wasn’t any. Something just made him want to touch her, reasons unbeknownst to even him. As his fingers brushed her skin, he felt a surprising warmth, the sensation of her soft skin lingering on his fingertips. A sensation he hadn’t felt since … Kristin.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice softening.

Helena accepted the handkerchief with a grateful smile, dapping around her face with it. “I went for a nice ride, watched the ducks, then realized I lost track of time and it was starting to drizzle. I didn’t want to get soaked, so I thought I could take a shortcut, but it seems I misjudged the terrain. Now my front tire is bent, stuck, I got soaked regardless and I rolled my ankle.”

Alexander chuckled. “It appears today might not be your day,” he said, gesturing at the darkness starting to fall due to the dark rainclouds accumulating overhead. “It’s going to rain before long. Let me see what I can do.” he took the handle of her bicycle, but she held on too, shaking her head, shaking more of her blonde hair loose, making Alxander fight off the urge to touch it. Blonde and blue-eyed, just like Kristin had been, even though the two women looked nothing alike, but clearly Alex realized he had a type. Kristin’s eyes were deep ocean blue, Helena’s were a soft blue.

“Oh, Your Highness, please don’t, you’ll get dirty or worse end up hurting yourself too. I’d sooner leave the bike, please. I have already made a terrible mess of myself …”

Alexander shot her a bemused look “Lady Helena, surely you wouldn’t argue with your Crown Prince now, would you?” he winked, making her smile and let him try.

As Alexander freed the bicycle and elegantly swung it onto land, Helena tried to step forward to accept it, but yelped in pain and stumbled. Alexander caught her, their eyes locking for a brief, intense moment before she blushed and looked away, embarrassed.

“Are you hurt?” Alexander asked, concern in his voice.

“I think so … my ankle,” Helena admitted, trying to stand on her own. “You don’t need to trouble yourself, Your Highness. I’ll manage.”

“Nonsense,” Alexander said firmly. “I can’t leave you here injured. And it would appear the weather is taking a rather harsh turn yet. May I?” He asked, but didn’t wait for her answer, crouched down to gently examined her ankle as thick drops of rain started to fall around them, increasing to a shower. “It’s likely sprained. You can’t walk like that.”

Helena tried to protest, but Alexander was relentless. He scooped her up effortlessly and carried her to Thor, who was waiting under a thick canopy of trees, where it remained dry while around them the shower turned into a heavy downpour. Alexander seated her on the horse. She tried to get back off, but Alexander insisted, then hid her bicycle in a bush and sent the location to castle staff to retrieve it later.

“Your Highness, I’ve never ridden a horse before. I don’t know what to do up here. This horse is VERY high, and it will be scandalous if we’re seen like this,” Helena said, worried.

Alexander mounted up behind her, holding her securely, his face inches from hers. “It would be more scandalous if I left a young lady behind, in distress and injured in the pouring rain. Besides, I promise Thor is very gentle. At least as long as I am around. And I will see you home, Lady Helena. Anything else would be unfathomable,” he reassured her with a warm smile.

As they rode towards Helena’s home in downtown Windenburg, she couldn’t help but feel a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. The sound of Thor’s hooves walking on the slippery cobblestone was impossible to ignore, loud as thunder, and those out in the weather peeked out from their umbrellas, eyes wide when they recognized the rider as their Crown Prince.

When they arrived at Helena’s home, her mother opened the door for them, clearly the echoes of the hooves had summoned her to a window, then out the door, her eyes widening in shock at the sight of the future king carrying her mud-stained daughter.

“Oh, dear me! Your Highness!” Baroness Clara von Hohenstein exclaimed, curtsying. “What happened? Helena?!” she exclaimed, guiding them into the living room, followed by a stunned maid, both watching the prince lower Helena onto the couch.

Alexander smiled warmly. “Please don’t be alarmed, dear Baroness. Your daughter had a minor mishap and needed a rescue. I’m just glad I was there to assist. I believe Lady Helena might have sprained her ankle. I will have the royal physician drop by shortly,” he offered, his tone gentle and reassuring.

Helena, still blushing, added, “Oh no, no no, please no. I’ll go to my own doctor; you’ve done more than enough. I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to cause such a scene. Apologies to you as well, again, Your Highness,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“And, again, I wish to hear none of it. It was my greatest pleasure to assist,” Alexander replied, implying a bow.

Baroness von Hohenstein shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “Well, it’s not every day the future king brings my daughter home. Thank you, Your Highness,” she said, turning to the still staring maid. “Anna, please, bring towels, can’t you see His Royal Highness and Helene are soaked?! And have someone look after His Highness’ horse, just get the animal out of the rain, into the garage, if need be. And serve up the afternoon coffee,” she instructed, her tone firm.

“Right away, Mylady,” Anna replied, hurrying off.

“Apologies, Your Highness, good help is hard to come by and most have not the first idea how to behave around royalty. Please do join us for coffee and cake, if you would,” Baroness von Hohenstein invited, her tone softening.

“Baroness, it is I who must apologize for barging in on you unannounced, and I must apologize once more for being so bold as to take you up on your kind offer. It seems the weather has yet further declined, and I am in no hurry to venture out in it, nor is Thor, my horse. He isn’t a fan of the rain. So, if Lady Helena has no objections, I would like to accept your kind invitation. And the towels. Thank you very much, Anna.”

He smiled at the maid, who looked as if she had seen a ghost. She nearly stumbled out of the room backwards, mumbling her response to the Crown Prince, curtsying several times as she fled the room. Alexander smirked at Baroness von Hohenstein’s eye roll. There was something so preciously genuine about her and her daughter.

Later, seated for coffee and cake, Helena’s mother was seeing the royal physician out after he tended to Helena’s ankle, luckily not sprained, but very swollen and aching, and had brought a change of clothing for the prince. He was rewarded with a hot coffee as well, while giving his report to Baroness von Hohenstein, now allowing Helena and Alexander some time alone at last.

Sheepishly smiling, after several side-glances at him, she finally said, “Thank you again, for everything, even though I told you it wasn’t necessary to trouble yourself. Yet, here you are troubling yourself, leaving me to wonder how much trouble I am in for all this now. Oh boy could I say trouble once more?  I’m so sorry, I assure you I am normally capable of speaking properly,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of gratitude and nervousness.

Alexander chuckled at her adorable tongue-twister. “It was my pleasure, no trouble for me or you, no matter the word count. And please, call me Alexander,” he said, his tone warm and inviting.

“Would you like some cake? It’s a hazelnut pound cake with a rich chocolate ganache and a marzipan filling. A personal favorite, freshly baked just earlier today,” she offered, her eyes sparkling.

“Sounds as delicious as it smells,” he indicated with a nod, so Helena served him like a proper lady, staring at him.

“Aren’t you going to try it?” she asked, curiosity in her voice.

“Shouldn’t we wait for your mother?” he replied, raising an eyebrow.

“The way she looked at your physician? Oh, she will be a while,” Helena giggled, making Alexander smile, and he tasted the cake.

Alexander’s eyes widened in delight as he savored the bite. “This is exquisite! Our old chef made the best cakes, but the new one… nothing like this. His forte is more the savory dishes. Compliments to your chef, Helena. I might even steal him or her,” he said, his tone filled with genuine admiration.

“I think you might be disappointed then, for the chef thanks you kindly. I made it myself,” she said with a playful grin, sipping her coffee.

“You bake!?” Alexander asked, genuinely surprised. “Most noble or royal ladies have hobbies like needlecraft, horseback riding, archery, fencing, dancing… but not a single one has ever mentioned cooking.”

“Nor will I, Your Highness. I bake, and with passion, yes. But trust me, you don’t want to eat my cooking. I don’t want to eat my cooking. Nobody should. It’s something you don’t wish upon your worst enemies. You’d think cooking and baking would be the same, but they’re worlds apart. Anything I cook has to be discarded as toxic waste, I’m afraid,” she laughed, making Alexander laugh as well.

Once Baroness von Hohenstein returned, he stayed a polite duration of time, then excused himself.

***

The moment he walked into the castle; after having handed Thor to a stable attendant, he was called to his father’s study.

“Alexander, where have you been all afternoon?” his father demanded, his tone stern.

“Father, the tone of your voice tells me you already know,” Alexander replied, trying to remain calm.

“Of course I know! As the king, that is my job! What are you thinking? Have you at least made your choice? Lukas informed us that is the reason you vanished, to decide. So? Have you?” the king said, his frustration evident.

“I didn’t vanish, Father, I went to ride out, as I often do, and yes, it was to clear my head, but instead, I ended up helping a lady in distress. Rather commendable, don’t you think?” Alexander responded, trying to defend his actions.

“Oh, I know all about your ways to help ladies. Leaves the rest of us to fear for more distress in about nine months’ time!” the king retorted, shaking his head.

“Father, nothing like that! I told you, I have changed my ways. I was the utmost gentleman, Lady Helena was a proper lady, and we had a chaperone, the lady’s mother,” Alexander explained, his tone earnest.

“Have you picked from the remaining candidates? Lukas mentioned you struck the Russian,” the king asked, his eyes narrowing.

“Candidates? You make it sound like a game show. And I am quite certain calling Ekaterina ‘the Russian’ is rather inappropriate,” Alexander said, failing to suppress a snicker, though his father wasn’t amused.

“Call them whatever you like, my son, but make your choice, and soon! Now leave, I have calls to make,” the king ordered, waving him off.

“Yes, Father,” Alexander replied, implying a bow and exiting, to find Lukas already waiting.

“Lukas, you tattletale already gave my father a full report, I hear,” Alexander said, his tone somewhere between teasing and annoyed.

“Your Highness, I had little choice. His Majesty summoned me and asked direct questions,” Lukas replied, following Alex to his room.

He helped him change for dinner, while talking about the list again.

“I wanted to bring Helena up to Father, but he was not in a very receiving mood,” Alexander said, sighing.

“He is trying to finish up the day’s business, for the Cromwells have announced their arrival for dinner with us tonight,” Lukas explained, adjusting Alexander’s collar.

“The Cromwells? What do they want again? Is this what we have to look forward to from here on out? Need I remind the good King Maximilian and his son that this will remain MY castle and that they have their own?” Alex grinned, shaking his head.

“If I may be so bold: I suspect it’s young love, Your Highness. From what I heard, King Maximilian and his wife were on official visits, their son joined them and added this stop, undoubtedly, to see your sister again,” Lukas said, a knowing smile on his face.

***

Later that day, night had fallen, and Alexander had retreated to his chambers, holding another glass of whiskey, the ice cubes clinking in it. He found himself spying on his little sister meeting William by the stables again.

“Your Highness, will you still require my assistance anymore tonight?” Lukas appeared next to him, his voice soft.

“Look at that, Lukas. THAT is what I would like. Any idea how I could get there in less than a week?” Alexander asked, his tone wistful as he gestured towards the stables, Lukas joined him, looking out at the young lovers below.

“Well, I have been weighing off the different ladies again since we are starting to run short on time, and was going to suggest Princess Eloise to you. I know you find her lacking, but her direct relationship to the royal Cromwells is a plus, not a minus in my book and would aid this kingdom more than any of the other houses,” Lukas replied, his tone pragmatic.

“Oh, Lukas, she’s only 18. I can’t help but see my sister in her. Almost seven years is a significant difference. What were my parents thinking, suggesting not one, but two ladies who are far too young? I’ve never been interested in women so much younger than me. You’d think my parents would know that. Any lady I’ve ever been seen with in a romantic context was within 2 or 3 years of my own age, almost all of them blonde and blue-eyed, which seems to be my clear preference, as I was reminded again today. Yet they presented me with a list of five ladies, two of whom might still be playing with dolls, three of them brunette, one of the two blondes as inviting as making love to an iceberg, the other practically mute, which didn’t help balance out that four of them barely let me get a word in edgewise! If I didn’t know better, I would think this was a prank my parents were playing on me,” Alexander said, shaking his head.

“I am sure they did consider your preferences, but well Sir, age is often but a number, some young people are rather mature ahead of their years. Your sister for example. Princess Wilhelmina seems to be very much capable of choosing her mate at her age, she has been rather mature about it, same is true for Prince William,” Lukas said, stepping up to the window next to Alex, his eyes following the young couple.

“Maybe. But Eloise is beyond shy and quiet,” Alexander murmured, his brow furrowing. “I mean, the last time we had dinner together, unsupervised, she spent the entire evening nervously arranging the contents of her dinner plate in alphabetical order. I didn’t even know a meal could be alphabetized! And when I asked her about her interests, she just stared at me blankly as if I were speaking in tongues. Then she seamlessly went back to alphabetically sorting her dinner. I’m not sure I can handle a lifetime of that. And I wish I could claim she was the worst of the candidates, but I would very much be lying. She was one of the more pleasant experiences.”

Lukas chuckled softly, trying to hide his amusement. “Well, Your Highness, at least you’d never have to worry about her being disorganized,” he said, meeting Alexander’s gaze with a twinkle in his eye. “It seems you’ve been presented with quite the collection of unique personalities. Perhaps I might have some silver lining to save your mood…”

“What, Lukas? Out with it,” Alexander demanded, sensing there was more.

“This arrived for you earlier,” Lukas said, handing Alex a small envelope.

“What is it?” the prince asked, looking at it but not accepting it.

“I didn’t open it,” Lukas replied, his tone neutral.

“Why not?! It’s your job, isn’t it?” Alexander snapped, his frustration evident.

“Certainly, but it was dropped off by Lady Helena personally while you were unavailable. I thought you might prefer to open it yourself,” Lukas explained, his voice calm.

“Lady Helena came here? Tonight?! And why was I not informed about her visit immediately?!” challenged the crown prince.

“Because the lady specifically instructed the butler not to, Your Highness. She asked that it be given to you at your leisure,” Lukas explained with stoic patience.

Alex handed Lukas his glass and tore the envelope from his hands, immediately tearing it open. Inside, he found his neatly folded and washed handkerchief and a handwritten note. Both smelled like her, making him smile as he sniffed them, then held them out to Lukas.

“Gardenia, I believe,” Lukas evaluated.

“Ha,” Alexander smiled wide, but then his smile faded as he lowered the note, dropping it and the handkerchief on a table. He took the drink from Lukas, emptying it in one gulp, and poured himself another.

“Bad news, Your Highness?” Lukas asked, concern in his voice.

“No. Just a polite note, thanking me for my help, and the hanky,” Alexander replied, his tone flat.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” Lukas said, frowning.

“Nothing personal in the note at all! And she addresses me as ‘Your Highness’,” Alexander said, his frustration growing.

“That is your title …” Lukas began but was cut off.

Annoyed, Alexander stopped refilling his glass to glare at Lukas as if he were simple-minded. “I offered her my first name. Why isn’t she using it?!”

“That would be highly inappropriate, considering all mail customarily is opened and sighted before any royal member received them,” Lukas explained, his tone patient.

“Oh. Right. Hm. Still. She said nothing about … anything,” Alexander muttered, his frustration evident.

“As she is supposed to, Your Highness,” Lukas said, seeming amused, which at first upset Alex, but then he had to smile.

“What? Just say it already. You have my permission to speak freely,” Alexander said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“Many thanks, Your Highness, but I don’t think I have to, anything I would dare say is already blatantly obvious. Might I retire for the day then?” Lukas asked, his tone respectful.

“Just get out of here already,” Alexander smiled, shaking his head.

***

The next day, Alexander entered the royal parlor once again. Just like last time, the ladies were lined up neatly, all dressed in their finest, curtsying as he followed his parents into the room. While his father was addressing the young ladies, their parents, and attendants, Alex watched Princess Eloise looking dangerously close to fainting. Lady Helena stepped up behind her, holding her hand, gently whispering to her.

“My son, would you please announce your choice then?” King Ludwig finalized his speech, his voice commanding, Alexander acknowledged the request with a nod.

He stepped forward, adding his own polite thanks for the time and effort hosting him for his visits, singing the ladies’ praises, but then fell silent, his eyes scanning the room.

“Alexander!” his father hissed near him; his tone sharp.

“I would like to ask for one lady’s hand in marriage now, hoping she will accept, even though this whole process is rather unorthodox,” Alexander began, his voice steady as he stood before a line-up of four noble-born ladies, each vying for his hand. Behind one of them, Princess Eloise, stood Lady Helena, her presence almost unnoticed amidst the grandeur of the occasion. On the sidelines, the ladies’ parents watched with bated breath, while behind Alexander, his parents, King Ludwig and Queen Margarethe, observed the proceedings with regal composure.

“Lady Helena von Hohenstein, would you do me the great honor and agree to become my wife?” Alexander said, holding out his hand. The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Eloise, standing directly in front of Helena, was about to place her hand in his when she realized it wasn’t her name he had spoken. Her face flushed crimson, then drained of all color. Gasps echoed around the room, sharp intakes of breath as the guests processed the shocking turn of events. Helena’s wide-eyed stare mirrored the collective astonishment, her hand flying to her mouth in disbelief. Eloise let out a sharp, heart-wrenching sob, the sound slicing through the stunned silence, before she turned and fled the room, her footsteps echoing in the grand hall.

“Oh no! Eloise!” Helena cried out, running out after her, Eloise’s mother Princess Eugenia Chamberlain ran out next, Helena’s mother, Baroness Clara von Hohenstein following, then Princess Victoria after them, until it became a comical mess. Alex turned around to see his parents, stiff with shock.

“Excuse me,” he said, then left as well, stepping to a guard in the hallway. “Where did Lady Helena run off to?” he asked, his voice urgent.

“This way, Your Highness,” the guard indicated, pointing down the corridor.

He finally found them in a sitting room. He walked up to Eloise, who was sobbing on a couch, flanked by Helena and Victoria, both looking at him as he crouched down in front of Eloise.

“My dear Eloise, I am deeply sorry to have offended you with my words. That wasn’t my intent, but you see, I can’t marry you, Princess. It isn’t any reflection of your splendor, but I simply don’t wish to marry you. Forgive me,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I don’t want to marry you either, Your Highness, but my parents…umm…I have disappointed them now,” Eloise replied, her voice trembling.

“No, I have disappointed them, not you. You are so young still, you are beautiful and graceful, you will find someone much better suited than I ever could be,” Alexander reassured her, his tone gentle.

“Oh nonsense! Nobody disappointed anyone! We merely felt this might have been a good match, that is all, oh darling, you didn’t disappoint, and neither did His Highness!” Princess Eugenia exclaimed, rubbing her daughter’s shoulders from behind, gently kissing her cheek, as any loving mother would, while Eloise looked genuinely relieved. Alexander was a handsome man and definitely a catch, but at barely 18, Princess Eloise was nowhere near interested in marriage yet

Her crying stopped, giving way to a smile. Alexander rose up to look at Helena.

“I believe you still owe me an answer, Lady von Hohenstein,” Alexander said, his eyes locking onto hers.

“You were serious about this? You can’t be!” Helena blurted out, immediately nudged by her mother, who had returned with a glass of sherry intended for herself. Helena took it and drank it down in one big gulp, shuddering and pulling faces, which amused Alexander.

“Apologies, Your Highness, please understand, my daughter is merely surprised. As are we all. Helena!” Baroness von Hohenstein shot her daughter a look, nudging her again, to no avail. Helena just stared at Alexander, so he spoke up.

“Maybe some fresh air would help? Lady Helena, would you join me for a brief walk? Alone?” Alexander offered his arm, which Helena linked hers into, and he led her outside.

They walked for a little while in silence, which Alexander broke.

“Are you just not speaking to me anymore?” he asked, his tone light.

“I am in shock. Why me? I am not even on your list! I am not even really supposed to be here, Mom and I are only present because Eloise asked us to be,” Helena replied, her voice filled with confusion.

“I know all that, I had to approve it. I would still like your answer,” Alexander said, his tone earnest.

“My answer? I don’t even know you, Your Highness! I mean, I know OF you. I know what your family wants all of us to know. But I don’t know YOU. And with all due respect, you most definitely do not know me, Your Highness. How can we marry each other like that? This feels like a game show. I think even they allow 90 days for an engagement, and the candidates actually apply for it, not get randomly selected,” Helena said, her voice tinged with frustration.

Alexander laughed. “I can assure you there was nothing random about it, and we would have more than 90 days of engagement, that I will guarantee. It’s only an engagement, Lady Helena, not a life sentence. We would have plenty of time to get to know each other better. Luckily, we both live in Windenburg. I know many things about you. You are an excellent baker, you have a remarkable talent for soothing princesses with the constitution of a fainting goat in a thunderstorm, and you like to ride bicycles through streams until they’re stuck and bent,” he joked, making her lips curl up slightly.

“And you like to ride your horse through the deep woods in the pouring rain looking for damsels in distress, all without any guards, as if you’re auditioning for a medieval reality show,” she retorted, a small smile playing on her lips.

“There are a lot of things I prefer to do without guards,” Alexander said, his tone playful.

“Such as?” Helena asked, raising an eyebrow.

“That would be a very private discussion. After you accept,” he replied, his eyes twinkling.

“Not even a ring? Are all royal proposals so … meager?” she teased, her tone lightening.

“There will be a ring and an official proposal, after you accept that I may propose to you,” Alexander promised, his voice sincere.

“I do not recall any of this being covered in the classes I had to take after our family was elevated to nobility,” Lady Helena began, her voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and frustration. “We had to master etiquette, of course—how to curtsy properly, how to address various ranks of nobility, and the endless rules of courtly behavior. I remember spending hours balancing books on my head to perfect my posture. We had to relearn how to walk, talk, and sit.”

She paused, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Then, we went off to school, trying not to do any of that so we would fit in, despite the ‘uppity’ titles we were teased about. Eventually, our parents enrolled us in a private school, where we suddenly found ourselves at the bottom again because everyone else had higher titles.”

Helena sighed softly. “All that nonsense I never thought I’d have any use for, and yet, here we are, and I wish I remembered more of it. Did you have to take those awfully dull classes too?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Alexander chuckled, clearly amused. “Of course. Since I was five years old, I’ve had very little spare time, but many tutors to teach my sister and me all sorts of nonsensical and seemingly useless things. But unlike you, Mina and I both knew we’d need all that,” he replied, nodding.

Helena looked down, her thoughts racing. “This is all so sudden, I don’t even know what to think, let alone say here,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

She then looked up, a hint of frustration in her eyes. “If you knew you were going to pick me, could you not have given me a heads up? I am dressed to blend into the background, not for a proposal by the Crown Prince.”

Alexander smiled, a twinkle in his eye. “Well, would you have come if you had known?”

Helena couldn’t help but smile and shake her head. “Probably not,” she admitted.

Alexander gently lifted her chin, his eyes meeting hers. “I know it is confusing at best, and I understand your hesitation. But I believe we could make this work. We have time to get to know each other, to build something real. And if we find we can’t, it can still be called off,” he said, his voice filled with conviction.

Helena took a deep breath, her heart pounding. “Alright, Your Highness. I will accept your proposal to propose,” she said, a small smile forming on her lips.

Alexander’s face lit up. “Thank you, Lady Helena. I have never quite thought of it this way, but I suppose it is indeed a proposal to propose. You won’t regret this,” he said, his voice filled with genuine relief.

They walked back to the sitting room, where King Ludwig, Queen Margarethe, and the Cromwells as well as Baroness von Hohenstein were waiting. Alexander was certain the other ladies were in their rooms packing for immediate departure already. King Ludwig’s stern expression softened slightly as he saw the determination in his son’s eyes.

“Father, Mother, I have made my choice. I choose Lady Helena von Hohenstein and after some deliberation, she has accepted,” Alexander announced, his voice steady.

King Ludwig studied his son for a moment before nodding. “Very well, Alexander. If this is truly your choice, then I will support it,” he said, his tone firm but understanding.

Helena’s mother looked both shocked and pleased.

Alexander turned to Helena, taking her hand in his. “Since you already brought it up, and rightfully so, I would like to know your preferences in a ring then,” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

Helena, still flabbergasted and slightly amused by the situation, looked at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity. “Rather than giving you specifications for a ring as if placing an order, let’s make it a challenge, Your Highness. I would like for you to choose the ring you feel suits me. I would like for you to pick it yourself. Can you do that?” she replied, her voice strong but with a hint of teasing.

Alexander realized she was giving him a hard time, and he found himself liking her edginess. “I have yet to back down from a challenge. Allow me some time to commission a suitable ring, then to call on you for a proper proposal,” he smiled, accepting the challenge with a twinkle in his eye.

Helena’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’ll be on the edge of my seat in anticipation until you do, Your Highness.”

King Maximilian Cromwell, sensing the awkwardness of the stunned silence around the couple, raised his glass. “To the future!” he declared, breaking the tension and prompting everyone to join in the toast.

***

Two days later, Lady Helena found herself wandering through the lush forest, the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above. She had received a mysterious summons from the Crown Prince, piquing her curiosity. Pausing behind a large oak tree, she spotted a young man in a uniform, standing amidst the greenery.

When he turned and saw her, a smile spread across his face.

“A game of hide and seek in the forest, Your Highness? Maybe you shouldn’t have guards everywhere then. They sort of give you away,” she smiled, approaching, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Not hiding, I felt I gave you very specific directions, not to mention you should well remember this very spot—over there is where your bicycle was stuck last time we met here, and the guards are merely here to ensure privacy for what I am about to do. I am sure you can already guess,” Alexander replied, his tone playful yet serious.

Playfully, she smiled, acting as if she had to think hard. “Hmm, you want to … look for mushrooms?” she teased, her voice light.

“In Spring? Hardly,” he laughed, shaking his head.

“I didn’t say you would find any. Then maybe this must be about that ring I ordered. Joking aside, why the uniform? Are you going to arrest me in case I say no or are you going into war?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s the official royal uniform. All male members of our family undergo military training. It was either this or a blue suit. I felt this to be more special,” he explained, his tone sincere.

“Well, I don’t have any uniforms, so this was as special as I could get, considering the location, which calls for rather sensible shoes, none of which go exceptionally well with what I thought I would wear for such an occasion. Why here, Your Highness?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“This is where I decided I wanted to marry you,” he said, his voice softening.

“When I was muddy and unkempt? You have seen me in fine ballgowns many times before, yet seeing me mud-stained and in an awful state makes you think ‘future wife’?” she asked, incredulous.

He laughed, shrugging. “A welcome change from all the perceived perfection I had been presented with over the weeks preceding our fateful encounter. It seemed the most real to me. You seem the most real to me,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

“Oh, Your Highness, I am most definitely very much real, but I have to say, such sweet talk could sweep a girl off her feet. If only the muddy forest floor wasn’t trying even harder to do the same,” she laughed, carefully approaching him, her heart fluttering.

“Oh, competition from nature itself. Then allow me to be the one to sweep you off your feet more than the ground,” he said, instantly kneeling down before her.

Alexander reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it to reveal a stunning ring with a delicate design, featuring a sapphire surrounded by smaller diamonds. Helena gasped, her eyes widening in surprise and delight.

“Oh boy, you are really doing this. The ring, it’s beautiful, Your Highness. The sapphire… it’s my birthstone. How did you know?” she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

“Your instructions were clear, so I did my due diligence,” he admitted with a smile. “I wanted something that would be meaningful to you. It also coincides with the royal colors, royal blue and white. If we needed any more serendipitous hints that this was meant to be, we have them now. So, without any further ado, my dear Lady Helena von Hohenstein, would you do me the very great honor and become my bride?”

Helena’s eyes filled with emotional tears, even though she smiled, overwhelmed by the moment. “I’m still not so sure about the meant to be part, but the ring is perfect. Thank you. Oh, and I accept your proposal. Yes, I will marry you, Your Highness,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Alexander rose up, slipped the ring onto her finger, then leaned in, his voice low, merely above a whisper. “Alexander, please. I’d like to hear you call me by my name, Helena.”

Helena looked up at him, her heart racing, his face so close. “Alexander,” she said softly, the name feeling both strange and exciting on her lips.

He smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. “Thank you, Helena. You’ve made me the happiest man today. You have no idea the relief I feel.”

Before she could respond, he gently cupped her face and leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender kiss, their first ever. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in that perfect moment.

It started carefully and tenderly, but incited strong feelings in both. Alexander wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer yet, until they stood plastered like two statues carved in stone, their kiss lasting on and on, until a guard cleared his throat, and they slowly and reluctantly pulled apart.

“Apologies, Your Highness, but the weather is starting to turn fast. Rain is forecast.”

Alexander and Helena both had to laugh, remembering the last time they met here by accident, caught in a torrential downpour. It was that very moment that had sparked Alexander’s interest in her, leading him to choose her over the other candidates.

“Seems like the weather has a way of bringing us together,” Alexander said, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Helena nodded, her smile widening. “My Dad used to say that ‘God is in the rain’. Guess this is the blessing from above then.”

As the first drops of rain began to fall, they shared a knowing look, their laughter echoing through the forest.

***

After they parted ways again, Alexander was back home, practically bouncing up the stairs to his chambers with excitement. He whistled a cheerful tune as he burst into his room, his heart light. Lukas joined him, a curious look on his face.

“Your Highness, you seem to be in an exceptionally good mood. I take it all went well,” Lukas remarked, raising an eyebrow, smiling.

Alexander, unable to contain his joy, grabbed Lukas and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, Lukas! Your advice was perfect! You were right to recommend thinking outside the box. She accepted. And moreover, I felt something. I kissed her and I actually felt something! Something good. I felt so much I didn’t want to stop kissing her. If it hadn’t started raining, I would likely STILL be kissing her. I wish she were right here; I would most definitely continue kissing her. This could work out!” he exclaimed, his eyes shining.

Lukas, taken aback, laughed, covertly wiping his cheek. “I’m glad to hear it, Your Highness. Congratulations. New love has long been known to be very curative to a broken heart. But perhaps you should tell your parents the good news?”

“Yes, I will! Right now!” Alexander declared, turning to leave.

Lukas held him back, pointing at his muddy knees. “Perhaps you should change into something clean first, Your Highness. Or let the mud speak for itself,” he jested, a twinkle in his eye.

Alexander looked down at his knees and laughed. “Good point, Lukas. I’ll change first,” he said, still grinning from ear to ear.

***

After changing into a clean suit, Alexander made his way to his parents’ chambers. He knocked on the door, his heart pounding with anticipation.

“Come in,” his father’s voice called from inside.

Alexander entered, finding his parents seated together, discussing matters of state. They looked up as he approached, curiosity in their eyes.

“Father, Mother, I have some wonderful news,” Alexander began, his voice filled with excitement.

King Ludwig raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Alexander?”

“I have officially proposed to Lady Helena von Hohenstein, and she has accepted. It is therefore official: before you stands an engaged man, with days to spare until my 25th birthday,” Alexander announced, his eyes shining with happiness.

Queen Margarethe’s face lit up with a smile. “Oh, Alexander, that’s wonderful news!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as she and her husband both rose to embrace and kiss their son.

King Ludwig’s expression softened slightly. “Very well, if she is whom you truly want, we won’t stand in the way,” he said, his tone thoughtful but supportive, as he pat Alexander’s back.

Alexander, unable to contain his excitement, continued, “Oh, I didn’t think it possible, but I am quite sure she is whom I want. I kissed her, and I actually felt something! Something real and profound. I felt so much I didn’t want to stop kissing her. This could really work out! This could be really nice. In fact, I think it might be,” he said, his voice filled with wonder and joy.

Queen Margarethe chuckled softly. “We are happy for you, my son. Lady Helena will make a wonderful addition to our family,” she said, her voice warm.

“And not to sound brash, but if you enjoy kissing her so much, providing us with an heir eventually should be a cakewalk,” King Ludwig laughed, his wife swatting at him playfully, while Alexander blushed slightly.

Alexander felt a wave of relief and joy wash over him. “Thank you, Mother. Thank you, Father. I will keep that in mind,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. He then left the room, still grinning from ear to ear.

As the door shut behind him, Queen Margarethe nudged her husband. “You owe me that new tiara from the summer collection I’ve had my eye on for months now,” she said, a playful glint in her eye.

King Ludwig laughed and kissed his wife. “I suppose I do. Lady Helena was your pick all along, strategically placed for Alexander to ‘find’ and fall for. We are excellent chess strategists, after all,” he said, his tone tongue-in-cheek.

Queen Margarethe smiled. “Indeed, ‘we’ are, my dear. And it seems my plan worked perfectly. Even though she might not fit the usual proper social norms for a royal king-to-be’s mate, I told you, she is exactly what he needs. We still must get her tested for fertility, but after a rather frank talk with her dear mother, I am not concerned. Baroness von Hohenstein kindly confirmed Lady Helena has always been of excellent health and I can see she has good birthing hips. And as you already annotated, it would appear Alex is more than keen on putting all that to the test. If he hasn’t already, which wouldn’t bother me too much. At this point I’d welcome an heir born a little too early over none at all,” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

King Ludwig nodded. “Yes, you were absolutely right, my dear and yes, she is perfect for him. I will admit, I was slightly worried he might go for one of the really young ones, they are all attractive and pleasant enough, and with our son’s past regarding the ladies, I wasn’t sure. Well, it all worked out as you predicted, my love, and I can’t recall the last time we have seen our boy this excited about anything?” he added with a wink.

“I can’t recall either. But, unlike you, dear, I was sure. I know our children. Mina just was immature enough to deliver herself and Prince William to us on a silver platter after their boating mishap and their union required very little from us. But unlike you, I haven’t just paid attention to the headlines Alex kept making, but also the content and I knew he had a type, and then made sure our choice would be an easy one for him. A queen doesn’t just need to look regal in fineries and a crown, she needs to be a strategist, just like a king. I have worked with Helena and her mother on various charities and knew she handles herself well under pressure, another important trait. I will have my assistant Ms. Schneider start looking into dates and ideas for planning the royal wedding tomorrow. Can’t start early enough, and your people have their hands full with the birthday and coronation. Goodness, so many celebrations for our kingdom in such a short amount of time. And maybe we could add a small, private celebration, just you and me, for being excellent parents, having both our children on the right path for the kingdom, our future, yet both happy as can be.”

The king rose up, pouring them both some champagne. The queen joined him, accepting the glass. They cheered and clinked them together. When the king reached for the bottle to refill, she took it from him.

“I shall pour. You are being too generous. Think of your heart. You are not to have any alcohol at all, according to the doctors, and you don’t want to miss all the celebrations, do you, dear?”

“One more glass won’t kill me,” he replied with a grin.

“True, and we will make sure it will remain only that one and not more. It would appear you will have plenty of reason for celebration ahead,” she said, smiling. With a quick peck on her husband’s cheek, she rang for the butler, handing him the bottle.

***

A few days later, Helena was walking home from an evening fundraiser event for one of her many charities, the cool night air brushing against her skin. As she reached her front door and fumbled with the key, a strong hand gently covered her mouth and pulled her around the corner into the shadows cast by the streetlights.

“Alexander!” she gasped, her heart racing as he removed his hand.

Without a word, he kissed her passionately, his arms wrapping around her tightly. She melted into the kiss, her worries and the world around them fading away.

“What are you doing here? You nearly gave me a heart attack! This is too risky! There are houses with windows everywhere, people could see us and it’s not official yet. We are scheduled to have dinner at the castle this weekend anyway, with my mother, brother, sister, and your family,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

“Helena, it’s an engagement, not a crime. We are allowed to see one another, and I couldn’t wait till the weekend. I had to see you again. Alone,” he whispered back, his breath warm against her ear.

“Come inside,” she whispered breathlessly, pulling him towards the door. They sneaked into the house, tiptoeing up the stairs to her room, stifling giggles along the way.

“Shh, be quiet,” Helena whispered, her eyes wide with excitement and caution. “My brother is traveling, my sister at college, but mother is home, so… shhhh.”

As they crept up the stairs, a step creaked loudly. They froze, holding their breath, then burst into silent laughter, almost getting caught.

When lights were flipped on downstairs, Helena shoved Alexander up the last step and out of view, turning around, where the Baroness now appeared, in hair curlers and bathrobe, her voice sounding drowsy, “Helena, is that you?”

“No Mom, I am a burglar, headed straight for your jewelry,” she called back, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Very funny, Leni! It could have been your brother; Theo called earlier and is coming home sooner than expected. I also spoke to your bratty sister who was on about some party she wanted to attend this weekend, but no worries, I set Emma straight. She will be home to meet Alexander’s family. Well, at least I know you made it home safely, I seem to have nodded off waiting up for you. Next time, please come and make yourself known, instead of giving me a heart attack. I miss Heinrich as much as we all do, but I am in no hurry to join him just yet. Anna already went home for the day and will be in later tomorrow; she has a doctor’s appointment. Oh, I hope that girl isn’t seriously ill or worse: pregnant. Where would I get a new maid on such short notice, and now with royals buzzing about our home, we need one more than ever.”

“I am sure you’ll figure something out; you always do. Good night, Mom. I am really tired and need a shower and my bed. See you at breakfast,” Helena called back.

She quickly led Alexander to her room, where she locked the door and leaned against it, her heart pounding.

“Great, Your Highness, now you have me sneaking royalty into my room and lying to my mother, while we may be fresh out of maids. Oh, the horrors.”

“Happy to see I have sufficiently corrupted you then. Leni,” he grinned, overenunciating her nickname. It was obvious he liked it.

Alexander put one arm on each side of her, trapping her against the door, and kissed her passionately. Their kisses grew more intense, filled with the urgency of their secret love, which wasn’t technically a secret, but had to be somewhat covert until the official public announcement was released Monday of the following week.

They moved to the bed, where they continued to kiss and explore each other, their hands roaming freely. The night was filled with whispered confessions and stolen touches, their connection deepening with every moment.

As the first birds began to sing, Alexander knew he had to leave. Reluctantly, he pulled away, his eyes filled with longing. “I have to go,” he whispered, his voice heavy with regret.

Helena nodded, her eyes sad. “I know. I’ll see you out.” She tried to rise up, but he held her down, kissing her, his voice deep.

“No. Stay like this. I want to remember you like this until we meet again, my sweet Leni,” he smiled.

“All right, be careful. Stay away from that yellow house on the right; the old lady who lives there never seems to sleep, and with one look she can tell what you wear beneath, I swear it. Interpol should employ her,” she whispered back, her voice trembling as he nodded, smiling.

He kissed her one last time, then quietly slipped out of her room and down the stairs, out into the cold dawning day, foggy and grey. He paused outside her front door, looking back up at her window, she waved, he smiled, before disappearing into the early morning light.