#aokardos

               Alexandra was wandering on the beach, having nothing else to do. It's not like she had tasks to do on this island. Not really. But she was starting to get bored. ---- Guess who was in the middle of her way? Her brother. It's not like she could avoid him forever or vice-versa. She knew that they'd bump into each other at some point so...  ❛ Hello Ödön. ❜

 She wasn't feeling well, God... At the least, she changed her clothes to new ones and took a shower. Now she's a new human being after so needed shower, but still, the blonde was dehydrated and weak, after leaving the 'ship'.  

              She ended up bumping her shoulder against Andris's shoulder in the middle of the way, to the beach. If it is, to be honest, she really doesn't know where to go on this island. Now she was having nausea again, a bit tipsy. ❛ Andris? ❜ Here is her question with hesitation, since her head is spinning.

“If that’s an ongoing problem, you should talk to a surgeon” said Genevieve casually. She didn’t care much if the royals didn’t sleep well. But she knew restless minds were minds that could think about causing trouble. And that she did care about. “I’m sure they can give you something for that.”

She raised her eyebrows at his words. “My children call me Maman” she clarified. “Everybody else calls me Genevieve.” At least to her face. And if they called her worse behind her back, they were careful about it. “But you’ve got that part right. Although I have to admit, when Roman built me this place I didn’t think it would be used for its current purpose.” It kind of took some of the romance out of the gesture.

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“You’re guess is as good as mine” said Celeste with a shrug. “Nobody will tell me anything. Apparently being a prisoner also means we don’t get told jack shit.” She was annoyed about being kept in the dark. “Either that, or they have no idea themselves and don’t want to admit it.” The idea would have given her a bit of satisfaction if she wasn’t currently worried about her own neck.

Lorne had heard about his sister’s betrothal. He didn’t know most of the details, but he didn’t need to. What he did know was that he didn’t like the idea of Ainsley being betrothed. In his mind, she was still the teenager he’d left behind when he’d faked his death. “I know one thing” said Lorne. “And its that you’ll never be good enough for my sister.”

                Alex was starving, thankfully she found a place of heavens called canteen. She made her way faster towards there, licking her own lips as she could think of croissants, yogurt greek, strawberries, blueberries and anything she could think of that she has on her daily breakfast.                With all the options there... She picked up a fresh sandwich, still warm and nice, she gave her first bite on it chewing faster, damn! This is good shit! She thought to herself. And began to biting faster, chewing faster and acting as if she was eating for the first time in her life. The manners of eating? Probably stayed in Hungary.

                    Right now, Nora wasn't so vulnerable as she was. Even recovering from her illness she stayed a few days hidden because she wasn't feeling her full self again. As she stated to Andris, she hated this new place. She really remembers their conversation on the infirmary. Okay, there's a library, most of the books are romance, BORING. She hates reading a romance. Where are the chemical books?                But the blonde was awkward and different in some many ways. Now the only place she found herself is sitting in a rock smoking an ordinary cigarette, watching the waves coming and going. She felt the wind blowing on her face and her silky golden platinum hair. No, she wasn't wearing swim clothes.