A dinner with the royal majesty was not my cup of tea, but I had no way to escape. Alexander, as his son, has to obey him because he will be punished if he defies. Meeting the Queen and Prince Christopher? How I wish the floor would eat me alive right now and spit on me after this royal dinner. I prayed that the Queen would never talk about herself, because it would be the most boring story I wished to never hear again.
For this night, I had to be presentable. I wore a long black fitted dress, red lipstick and braided my hair. I had no servants to help me, so Alexander had to assist me with braiding my hair and choosing a good dress.
Alexander was not wearing his royal outfit. He was facing puberty. He was rebellious to his father, who tried to harm me. After we tried to make ourselves
