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reached their room, though Alexander acted like it was nothing to carry Elizabeth’s bag. She comforted herself by thinking that Elizabeth’s bag was surely lighter, and she was still stronger than this soft, big-headed braggart. After they set the bags down, she told him the he could see to it that the rest of their personal items were brought in. He bowed slightly and smiled that smile she had always wanted to slap right off of his face all of those years. “As you wish, Your Highness.” Elizabeth and Marina volunteered to help, and Alexander offered each of them an arm. She was sure he did it just to annoy her, and she despised him all the more for it. Nevertheless, Elizabeth and Marina ate it up, and, giggling, each took his arm as they headed back down the stairs. She was glad to be rid of them and have a moment alone. She looked around the room. Her eyes first fell on Elizabeth’s bag, and she went over and hefted it. She reassured herself that she was right that it was lighter. Deep down in her heart she knew it wasn’t, but she still told herself it was. She continued to assess the room. It was very comfortable, though not as large as hers at home. It had a nicely-furnished sitting room, with a bedroom off either side. The one to the right was hers. She stepped in to find a large bed and plenty of furnishings. She sat on the bed. It was soft, and the quilt, bearing the family crest, was softer. She knew Duke Reginald and her father were something like fifth cousins. 28