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@alexandercfengland
Silvija had stopped a staff member to admire the basket filled with flowers that they carried. here in florence, she found it hard to find a place for her to escape to. it was a beautiful city life, but she was too far away from any forest for her own comfort. these flowers gave her some comfort, and the smell that it provided gave her a sense of nostalgia. “do you think you could tell me where you found these? i would like some at my palazzo.” she began, starting a conversation with the staff woman, smiling and chuckling with the woman. the city square was getting busy though, Silvija beckoning the woman to move with her so that they could get out of the way. she didn’t realize that the reason it got busy was because more royals were entering the city plaza. among the names, she heard the name alexander and it made her stop.
memories of this little boy she met long ago, along with the various letters the two exchanged before it abruptly stopped, left a permanent scar on her. oh, how she missed her little friend alexander. she smiled softly as she caught some of the eyes of the men going by, one in particular seeming to keep his gaze on her far more than any other. her eyebrows arched up at him, not recalling if she ever met the man. she gave him a slight wave before the woman beside her asked for her attention. Silvija returned to her conversation, making small regards seeing as the staff woman had to leave. information was exchanged, and Silvija looked back at the crowd. nobody. Silvija was slightly disappointed, but it was fine. It wasn’t like she knew the man. As she began to walk away, heading towards a stand where little trinkets were being sold, she hummed to herself ever so softly, getting lost in her thoughts. she wondered what her dear alex would appear now as a grown man, what had become of him since they last corresponded. she wondered if he had come to florence too much like herself, since she last recalled that he was technically the prince of england and england would be in florence. alexander, why did you stop writing?
it had been good weather to take a stroll, alexander had been in dire need of fresh air. he needed time to clear his mind and think of all the things that had recently occurred, he desired self reflection took the liberty to do so. it was in the city plaza where he found himself finding good conversation with his men, enjoying the rays of sunlight for the first time in ages.
and then something struck interest in the corner of his eye. he could recognize that face anywhere, her face in part. he had nearly forgotten about his rendez vous with the youngest croatian princess in his youth but they had been wonderful friends. in fact, they had enjoyed each other’s company so much that they had maintained a mutual correspondence in the passing years. though it was out of the blue when the letters had ceased to be returned and so alexander had presumed she no longer found him interesting. but now that he could see her once more in the flesh, he was delighted. princess silvija was good natured in her penmanship and he hoped that such a fondness was still carried forth in their long awaited reunion. though it seemed as if her memory didn’t amass much as she turned a blind eye from him. did he look that different? had she forgotten him? deciding to take the opportune moment to intervene, alexander found himself following after her in a hurry - quickly joining her at the trinket stall that had seemingly caught her fancy.
“if it isn’t one of my favorite princesses, I hope your memory has not disposed of me,” alexander was quick to complete formalities, eyes gazing at her once more. from the little girl she was, she had grown into a beauty, “it’s me, prince alexander, we wrote letters in our youth ...I hope I was memorable in some shape or form,” he grinned hoping that she would warm up to him.

















