Alexandra was saddened by the news regarding the death of the Polish King. But more than the obligatory mourning for a soverign she didn’t know, she was jealous. She knew the news also meant her younger cousin was to be the new queen. As the daughter of a King, ascending to the throne should be her future. And she filtered that jealousy the most efficient way she knew how–alcohol. “To Their Majesties. Long may they reign,” she said lifting her glass before downing it in one go.
A celebration of life, while customary, was always the most morbid of parties. Some laughed, some cried, and some-- like Alexandra, took it as an opportunity to put out the fires within their bellies using wine as a tool. Rose knew she need not interfere, but the longer she sat off to the side, the louder the other Princess became. It was only a matter of time before their mother caught wind and scolded the her for losing her composure. "You overindulge, dear sister." Her tone treaded carefully, no desire to draw unnessary attention, "Perhaps a glass of water would suit you better." The relationship between the Windsor siblings had always been a tricky one. William was favored by their mother and found a haven in their sister while Rose had the King wrapped around her tiny finger from birth. It certainly left room for envy and resentment across the scale, especially when Rose felt like an outsider among the three of them.
