#interaction. alexandre

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@tcmpestas​ | Alexandre & Amara

When the king had asked him to stand guard outside her room he had not expected it to take so long. Alexandre had been near enough to plenty of births but not one that lasted across three days. Standing outside, unable to do anything to help, he did not like such feelings.

When the news finally came that it was over, that a healthy princess had been born and the elder princess was recovering he was given leave of his post. It was not until many days later that he stood in the princess’ doorway, giving a small knock.

:Your Royal Highness?” he asked from the doorway.

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@porcelcin 

​“Your Majesty.” Alexandre stepped into the doorway, bowing low to his queen. He slipped into the room. “A letter, ma’am,” he said as he closed the door behind him, brown eyes remaining on her- in case anyone happened to pass the room.  Something in his posture softened at the shut of the door, barely notable to those who did not know him dearly. Tension leaving muscles that had spent decades being trained. 

“Are you well?” He asked Elsa. So many in her home, so much more than usual to attend to. It was enough people to make him uncomfortable- more threats to the family than he had ever dealt with before. Crowded halls, filled rooms, nobles, staff, and servants every where he looked. 

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@porcelcin || Alexandre and Elsa

"Keep your sword up," he commanded the younger guard- a newer recruit, one who seemigly needed much more practice with the sword than most. Alexandre used the flat of his blade to demonstrate his point as he said, "No, don't turn around as you swing- you're opening your enire back to your opponent." It was not uncommon for Alexandre to run drills or training- after fifteen years he was oe of the guards with the most years of experience. "Alright, to the side, and watch."

"Brunner!" he called for one of the men on the side of what amounted to their temporary sparring ring. The clash of their swords was more even, no need for him to call out advice to his opponent. The sound of steal on steal, the increase in his heartrate at the light exertion- the two were well matched in matters of the sword. It took several minutes, but by the end Alexandre was breathing heavily as he disarmed the other guard.

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@ofdirestcrueltys | Phillipa and Alexandre

At the sight of the princess he rose to his feet- he was given leave for the evening but it would not be proper to remai seated around the campfire in front of the princess. "Your highness." Alexandre bowed to the woman. "Good evening, ma'am."

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@veryapocalyptic | alexandre & lena

“Your Majesty.” The guard bowed to the Polish queen. Alexandre knew litle of her- other than she was the queen’s cousin, and had a newborn child of her own. The similarity was visible up close- the flax-gold hair, the shape of the eyes. “May I be of assistance?”