--Alexandria POV--
"Are you sure it's okay for me to wear something this beautiful?" I asked, twirling around in front of the large mirror and taking in my appearance.
"You're a funny one," Beatrice, one of the maids laughed. "Of course you should ear it, the king himself personally ordered it for you and I've got to say, he's got good taste," The maid nodded her head as she too stared at my reflection.
"But then again, I believe you would look stunning in dirt rags too," This time, I was the one that laughed at her.
"Thank you for helping me," I thanked and she waved me off.
"You've got to be the only royal other than the crown prince that has thanked me,"
"That's not something anyone should be proud of," I frowned and she chuckled, dismissing the subject. I met Beatrice about an ho
