Chapter 30 – Something to Believe In
~~~ Alexandria
Alexandria caught herself staring at Prince Phillip for the second time that morning.
When she had first walked into the breakfast room, in her borrowed dress, she had believed that the person sitting casually at the end of the table was Noah. But when he stood to welcome her into the room, Alexandria knew it wasn't him.
She felt it, or the lack of it. The absence of familiar shivers rushing across her back, told her it wasn't him.
He formally introduced himself as Crowned Prince Phillip Gregory Marcus Lyonal. She remembered seeing him, momentarily, the night before when she had arrived, but she hadn't paid much attention to him.
When she first realized that King Heralf had mistaken Noah for the son of the Terrafein King, she had believed that the old King was mad, or at best senile.
Now she found herself watching Prince Phillip and carefully categorizing every characteristic that made him either similar to or different from Noah.
The resemblance between them was uncanny.
Green eyes.
She noticed it when he offered her a chair. She sent him a gracious smile and was met by a pair of dark green eyes.
Alexandria had to admit that Prince Phillip's eyes were handsome, but they weren't the ever changing ice blue that she had grown accustom to.
Phillip's sharp features were similar to Noah's, but the Prince's face didn't have the same familiar imperfections. There was no small scar marring the top corner of his lips, and his nose wasn't crooked slightly to the left.
Phillip's short hair was the same blonde as Noah's, and she wondered if it would have the same slight curl if he grew it out.
Alexandria also compared Phillip's temperament to Noah's. Since the first day they met, conversations with Noah had felt natural. Phillip hardly spoke to her, and he seemed reserved or perhaps untrusting in her presence.
Still, Alexandria didn't feel uncomfortable around the silent Prince.
After thirty minutes without conversation, Alexandria broke the silence to asked where King Freddrick, and Noah were. He informed her that they had departed to the study five minutes before she had entered the breakfast room.
Memories of Noah's actions the night before caused her to blush slightly. She hoped that Noah wouldn't be disciplined too harshly for what had happened.
When Noah kissed her outside the Rramnon Embassy, she completely forgot that King Freddrick was there. The kiss reminded her of the one they had shared in the hallway at the Palace but more passionate, more needy, more personal, more...more every emotion she could think of.
"They should return any moment, your Highness." Prince Phillip informed, pulling her out of the memory.
"Please don't call me that," she requested, "I'm not very fond my title."
"Neither is Noah." He stated with a slight smirk, seemingly amused by her words.
Alexandria was puzzled by what the Prince had said. It sounded like he was referring to Noah's title, but Noah didn't have a title. Did Phillip mean that Noah wasn't found of Alexandria's title? It made sense, and yet she couldn't be positive. "I don't understand." She confessed
"He resists it." He answered cryptically, "I informed him that he would eventually get use the idea."
She wanted to ask him what idea, but something told her that he would just give her another obscure answer. So, she decided to change the subject. "Do you know how Noah managed to escape the Rramnon Embassy?" She wondered.

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