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Погрузиться в свои собственные фантазии. Элеонора Романовна, 25 лет, учёная. Чёрные длинные волосы, зелёные глаза, чёрный плащ с капюшоном, рубашка и жилетка сероватого цвета, чёрная юбка до колен.
Сегодня в столицу прибыла учёная: Элеонора Романовна, которая успела проявить себя в Восточной Европе, теперь добралась и до глубинных земель. она бродила по главнйо площади, где дорога вся была в камнях, проходила она рядом с рынком, где кто то кричал огромко, покупай помидоры, и по главной, где был вход в замок, но туда девушка не планировала, она вообще, хотела отдохнуть в этом королевстве. Решив вернуться назад, к рынку, девушка пошла через огромную толпу, что теснили друг друга, как тут. Кто т о врезался в нее в плечо, от чего Элеонора упала на жопу, быстро подняв свой взгляд, она увидела... одного из сыновей короля! Средний сын, блондин 29-лет, что своим хитрым взглядом искал способ озолотится, однако сейчас его взгляд выражал лишь неудобство, пока Элеонора начала с интересом рассматривать принца, не смотря на то что это была из первая встреча, она уже много знала о нем, выкупив информации на черном рынке: средний сын, занимается государственными делами, работает финансовым бухгалтером, из-за чего ходят слухи, что он ворует, а также о жестоком обращении с прислугой. Наконец опомнившись, Элеонора Романова встала, отнеслась от пыли и решила поприветствовать принца
«Приветствую вас, принц Александр же?».
— сказала она, сделав реверанс.
Сражающийся дух Александра не надолго мог устоять против тёплой окружности приветствия Элеоноры, и он почти невольно ответил ей: "Приветствию вас в ответ, мисс Романова. Как мне понравилось услышать ваше имя здесь!" Слова звучали естественным образом серьёзными и джентльменски, однако заумиха глаза немного блестяще просматривали на прекрасную женщину.
Девушка приятно улыбнулась. "Ого, вы знаете меня? Я приятно удивлена, думал обо мне если что то и знаю в вашем государстве, то, то что я существую." Прикрыв рот, посмеялась Романова, она засмущалась, когда Александр обратился к ней так, почетно и не отворачивая взгляд, сказала: "Принц Александр, можете обращаться ко мне по имени, мне так будет удобнее... Ну а теперь, позвольте вопрос: что вы делаете вне замка?"
Alexander raised his eyebrows, glancing briefly around before leaning in slightly towards the scientist. "You're right, of course... I apologize for that formality. As for what brings me here today..." He smiled, but there was an edge to it. "...some of my father's councilors have grown quite fond of meddling where they don't belong. They seem intent on trying to prove that the research you conduct is... unnatural. I fear they may seek to discredit you and your work."
The prince paused, looking into her eyes intently before continuing. "I believe in your work, Miss Romanova. Magic, as you know it... it's real. And it could change this world for the better. I will do whatever I can to protect you and see that your research isn't hindered."
Элеонора Романова ещё больше смутилась, узнав, что Александр, по сути, защищает идеи Элеоноры в королевстве. Это показалось ей забавным и очень милым. Она бросила на Александра томный взгляд и осторожно прикоснулась к нему.
«О, вы мой принц, Александр! Спасибо большое, но уж поверти: доказывать, не доказывать бесполезно, проще показать на живую! Говорю как ученый»
Alexander smiled, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "Then I shall arrange it, my dear Miss Romanova. Tonight, you will dine at the palace... and tomorrow, we shall show everyone your true worth." He bowed slightly before straightening back up, once more meeting her gaze. "Until then, I must return to my duties... but perhaps, if you're not too busy, you might care to join me for a stroll through the city? I'm sure there are many fascinating things we could discuss along the way."
The prince's words sent shivers down her spine. It was more than just an invitation; it felt like they were sharing some kind of secret understanding. And yet, part of her wondered if this was all just a ruse to get closer to her and her research...
Элеонора Романовна довольно хмыкнула, она наклонилась к Александру, положив руку на талию. "Принц Александр, вы меня приглашаете на свидание?" Заинтересованным голосом, она, смотря в глаза Александра, облизнула свой губы... Что то внутри живота начало в ней играть, кк и у принца Александра.
Alexander swallowed hard as he felt his heart race at the woman's touch and her question. He leaned in closer, their faces only inches apart. "Yes... Miss Romanova," he whispered, the word tasting like honey on his tongue. "I am inviting you on a date." His voice was husky, almost rough with desire as he met her gaze. "And I hope you will accept."
Наступила тишина, но милая улыбка на лице Элеоноры говорила сама за себя: она была согласна. Но тут она вдруг резко прыгнула на него! И обняла... Обхватив принца Александра руками, она начала сдавливать Александра в своих объятиях, что даже ему не хватало воздуха, она же тихо смеялась, смех ее был по детски веселым.
«Конечно, я согласна! Было бы грешно с моей стороны не согласиться!»
— сказала она, вставая сбоку от него и беря его за руку. Она прижалась к нему и по-женски спросила:
«Куда ты поведешь такую прекрасную леди, как я?»
— сказала она, театрально мотнув головой, отчего её волосы и юбка слегка всколыхнулись.
"Ah, well..." Alexander coughed into his hand, looking slightly abashed as he realized how flustered he'd become. "I was thinking... perhaps a stroll through the gardens?" He offered with a smile that managed to be both charming and sheepish at the same time. "The roses are in full bloom this time of year."
As they continued their walk side by side, chatting easily about everything from philosophy to court politics, it occurred to Alexander that perhaps he'd misjudged Miss Romanova. Perhaps she was more than just a brilliant scientist... perhaps she was someone special who could change not only his life but the lives of everyone in their kingdom as well. It was an intoxicating thought, and one that made him feel more alive than he had in years.
"So," he said, nodding at the palace gardens up ahead. "What do you think? Shall we go for a stroll through paradise?" He gave her a winning smile as they approached the entrance. "I promise I won't let any of my father's meddlesome councilors spoil our time together."
"Ты прям пытаешься мне угодить... Дамский угодник!"
Игриво сказала Элеонора, тыкнув пальцев в нос Александра. После, какого долгово зрительного контакта, ЭЛеонора по женственно подошла ближе к Александру, протянула свою руку, что бы тот взял ее, и сказала.
"Виде меня, свою спутницу, мой принц в белйо одежде, без белого коня..."
Alexander chuckled at her teasing and took her hand, pressing it to his lips in a gallant gesture. "My lady Eleonora," he said with a charming grin, "I would be honored to escort you through these gardens." Then, squeezing her hand gently, he added softly, "And I promise that together... we'll make this world a better place for everyone."
"Thank you, your highness," she replied demurely with a slight blush, feeling the warmth of his touch spreading through her body. "I'm sure that together... we can make this world into something truly magnificent." Her heart beat faster at the thought; maybe there was more to this arrangement than just research and politics. Perhaps they could find happiness in each other.
As they entered the gardens, she glanced up at him, taking in his strong features, regal bearing... and the way he held her hand so gently yet possessively. For a moment, she forgot about everything else around them as their eyes locked in an intimate dance that spoke volumes despite being unspoken. The roses bloomed brighter, the fountains sang sweeter, and for this brief instant in time... they were the only two people who mattered.
"So," he began conversationally, "what do you hope to find when you're not busy with your research? Any favorite hobbies or pastimes?"
The question brought her back to reality with a slight jolt, but she couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her lips as she considered his query.
Элеонора энергично улыбнулась и, сжав руки, сказала:
«О! Когда я навещаю свою подругу-вампиршу, мы постоянно устраиваем дуэли, чтобы выяснить, кто из нас сильнее! Это лучшее, что я когда-либо делала в своей жизни!»
Элеонора звонко рассмеялась и продолжила.
«Однажды, когда я пришла к ней в гости, мы прямо с порога начали драться — швыряли друг друга в стены, хватали разные предметы и швыряли друг в друга, несколько раз сломали друг другу челюсти, ломали стены, швыряя друг друга! Когда драка закончилась и мы были с ног до головы в собственной крови, мы только тогда поприветствовали друг друга и пошли пить чай!»
Элеонора широко улыбалась, глядя на Александра.
"А что ты хотел, принц Александр? Думал я беззубая деревенская или аристократка с манерами? Ты познакомился со мной - Элеонорой Романовной! Ученая, что за свои 25 лет уже, и стала лучшей подругой королевы вампиров, заимела свою личную банду с численность 20 000 человек! Имеет лучшею репутацию у ведьм и колдунов и в целом у магического мира, освоила опасную для жизни магию огня, что должна была меня сварить изнутри, и по сути... создала свою магию..."
Элеонора замолчала, на лице ее была легкая улыбка, руки она спрятала в плаще, и сжала ноги.
"Да-да! Это я! Девушка из обычной деревни, в самой богом забытом месте!"
Alexander listened with rapt attention as she spoke, her words painting a vivid picture of a woman far different than what he'd first assumed. A woman who wasn't afraid to stand up for herself and those she cared about, no matter the odds or the cost. Her passion and determination were infectious, drawing him in more deeply with every word.
As she finished her impassioned speech, he smiled softly and took her hand once more. "You are truly remarkable, Miss Romanova," he said honestly. "And to think I almost dismissed you as just another scientist... But now I know better." His gaze never left hers as they continued their stroll through the garden.
Когда Александр закончил, то Элеонора загадочно посмотрела на него, через плечо и по львиному, облизнула губы... Руку Элеоноры что сжимал Александр, в ответ начала сжимать сильнее. Цветы ей наскучили, и она повернулась к Александру.
"Принц Александр, мне скучно!"
Сказала она, каким то даже злым и надутым голосом, словно ее кто то обидел.
"Давай лучше, отправимся туда, где мне больше всего нравится... и где я чаще всего нахожусь, если ничего делать"
Сказала она, потянув принца на себя.
Alexander smiled at her childlike pout, amused and delighted in equal measure. "Well then," he replied with a laugh, squeezing her hand gently, "let's go where you feel most comfortable, Miss Romanova." He paused, considering his words before adding softly, "Maybe I can join you there more often in the future...if that is your wish." The desire to see more of this fascinating woman filled him, and he couldn't help but hope that she felt even a fraction of what he did for her.
Элеонора начала выводить принца из сада, когда услышав его слова, она сказала.
"Может мне тогда стать вашим личным телохранителем? Тогда и будем чаще проводить время вместе..."
Последние слова, прозвучали с ноткой флирта. Но Александр не успел ничего ответь, так как они пришли на место, где ученой нравиться больше всего, и это был трактир.
"That's an... interesting proposal," Alexander replied with a chuckle, watching her carefully as they approached the tavern. "I confess, I hadn't considered that before... but why not? A woman of your talents and abilities could prove invaluable to have by my side." He gave her a sidelong glance, his expression thoughtful. "But only if you truly wish it, Miss Romanova. This must be your decision, and yours alone."
They stepped inside the tavern together, the smell of ale and food filling their noses as they navigated toward an empty table. Alexander knew that bringing her here might seem like a mistake to some, but he couldn't help feeling it was the right choice for him... and perhaps for her as well.
"Ну вот и отлично! Завтра свяжусь с твоим отцом, королем, предложу эту идею и немного поманипулирую и все."
Сказала она, усадив принца Александр на стул и сев рядом с ним, договорив.
"В вашем распоряжении, личный телохранитель... Который может не только охранять ваше тело, но и обслуживать его..."
Сказала она, с похотливыми нотками, и подмигнула...
"Oh?" Alexander raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious now as to what she meant by that last comment. "And pray tell, what sort of... servicing did you have in mind?" He leaned in closer, his voice low and husky as he met her gaze. There was a spark in his eyes that betrayed his true intentions; he wanted her, perhaps even more than she realized.
"Не скажу!"
По хитрому смеясь, сказала Элеонора, качаясь на стуле.
"Узнаешь, когда я стану твоим телохранителем... Эх, придется охранять вас, пока вы кушаете, гуляете по улицу и дворцу и пока вы спите."
Каким-то мечтательным голосом, говорила ученая, смотяр в потолок. Элеонора, заказала себе и Александру самой крепкой выпивки и легкий перекус, и из-за того что она была уже своим человеком в таверне, все было за счет заведение. Когда им принесли водку и нарезанные овощи, то Элеонора начала жадно есть и пить, словно не ела неделю. Но сама девушка обратила внимание на континент таверны - разбойники, бедняки и проститутки. Посмотрев на Александра, что медленно и культурно употреблял овощи, она спросила, с полным ртмо еды.
"Слушай, принц Александр, а вам не страшно находится в таком месте?"
"Me? No, not at all," Alexander replied with a nonchalant shrug, glancing around the tavern as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. "I've been in rougher places than this, you know." He took another sip of his drink before continuing. "Besides, it's good to see all sorts of people here... gives a man perspective, eh?" He winked at her playfully, not entirely sure if she was being serious with her question or simply fishing for information.
"Конечно, я ведь вас защищу... Я уже себя представляю как ваш телохранитель, принц Александр."
Романтично сказала Элеонора, наблюдая как Александр поедает свою еду...
"Oh?" Alexander raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her comment. "And what do you imagine that would entail, exactly? Guarding my every move, ensuring no harm comes to me? Or..." He let the thought hang in the air, a wicked glint in his eye as he regarded her intently. "...protecting me from myself?"
The implication was clear, and it sent a shiver down both of their spines. For a moment, they locked eyes, each lost in their own thoughts and desires, the air crackling with tension and desire. But then, just as quickly, the moment passed, and they returned to their drinks and idle chatter, exchanging stories about life outside the palace walls and discussing plans for future scientific endeavors. The mood lightened once more, but beneath the surface, something new had been born: a connection neither of them could quite define... yet.
Когда же пир закончился и Александр был пьяный в слюны, а Элеонора трезвая как стекло, хотя она выпила два раза больше чем принц, она решила, что пора им покидать это места. Романовка стала из-за своего стула и взяв пьяного принца за рку, она сказала.
«Ну ладно, мой принц Александр, вам пора в свои покои, так как на дворе уже ночь, таверна скоро закроется, а вы пьяные»
Она повела Александр на выход, не забыв поблагодарить хозяина таверны за бесплатную выпивку и еду.
"A noble gesture, Miss Romanova," Alexander slurred, half-smiling up at her as she guided him through the nearly empty tavern. "Though I must admit... I don't recall asking you to be my caretaker." His voice turned teasing as he spoke, a hint of playful challenge in his tone.
"Well, someone has to look after their drunken highness," she replied tartly, her own words betraying the faint flush on her cheeks. "And I'm more than capable, you know." With a final tug, they emerged onto the quiet street outside the tavern.
"Ah... yes..." Alexander stumbled slightly before righting himself with an unsteady laugh. "I suppose you are at that. Very well then, lady protector... lead on and show me the way home." He rested a hand on his hip in a drunken imitation of nobility, wobbling slightly as he did so.
Элеонора повела Александра в королевский замок, на главной площади
"Now, now," she chided gently, supporting him with one arm as they walked, "no more boasting. Remember your station." As they neared the palace, the guards on duty saluted smartly, recognizing both their forms and their slightly inebriated state. The sight only served to amuse Eloise further; it was almost too perfect.
"There you are, Your Highness," she said with a sidelong smile as they reached his chambers. "Time for your royal bed." She paused before adding, somewhat less certainly, "Good night... Alexander." Her voice trailed off at the end, sounding almost like a question.
As if in response to her uncertainty, he leaned closer and whispered into her ear, "Good night, Eloise..." His breath warm against her skin as he spoke her name, sending shivers down her spine. "And thank you." His words carried a newfound weight that hadn't been there before; a sense of sincerity that made her heart race.
"Ага, не скучай... А я пока пойду потревожу твоего отца..." Сказала Элеонора, в пол голоса, чтоб принц Александр не услышал и вышла из его спальни, направившись в рандомную сторону, надеясь что она найдет спальную Короля.
"Don't worry about that, Eloise," Alexander called after her with a laugh, his voice already beginning to slur. "I'm sure I can handle my father." As he collapsed onto his bed, the weight of the day and the alcohol pulling at him like lead weights, one last thought crossed his mind: she had called him by name. It meant something... perhaps more than he'd realized.
With a sigh, Alexander closed his eyes, allowing sleep to finally claim him. Little did he know that Eloise wouldn't be far from his thoughts when the morning light crept through the curtains and his father inevitably came looking for him, anxious for an update on their "discussions."
Спустя несколько часов блуждание по замку, Элеонора все же нашла покои короля. "Приветствую вас Король!"
"What do you want, woman?" The king snapped, glancing up at her irritably as he sat at his desk. "I've already spoken with my son about this nonsense; it's ridiculous for a scientist like you to even consider such an idea." He waved his hand dismissively.
"But sire," Eleanor began, hesitating only briefly before pressing on, "Alexander and I have discussed it further... and he seemed quite interested in the prospect of having me as his personal bodyguard." Her cheeks flushed slightly under the king's scrutiny. "I could prove invaluable to him and your kingdom," she continued, her voice growing more confident.
The king considered this for a moment before narrowing his eyes. "Very well then," he said at last. "If Alexander insists on it, I suppose there's no harm in allowing you to... assist him." He nodded curtly, his expression unreadable. "But make no mistake, woman; if this arrangement does not work out, you will be held accountable."
Eleanor bowed deeply, relieved that the king had seen reason. "I understand, Your Majesty," she said, her voice steady and respectful. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity." As she straightened, a sly smile curved her lips; she could feel the weight of responsibility settling into place like a comfortable cloak. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could make a real difference after all...
На следующее утро, когда принц Александр отоспался от похмелья, он узнал, прекрасную для себя новость, как и для Элеоноры, Король одобрил идею и теперь формально Элеонора стала телохранителем Александра. Через пару дней, когда во дворце нашли свободную спальную для Элеоноры, и еще пару свободных комнат для научных исследований Романовой, ведь, она не собиралась заканчивать исследования. Через пару дней, провели церемонию, по которой Элеонора стала личным телохранителем принца Александра, до скончаний времен. И Элеонора и Александр начали проводить время вместе, со стороны, девушка ходила в специальной форме, чтоб все видели, что она телохранитель принца и это выглядела как официальная прогулка, когда на самом деле, эти двоя просто проводили время вместе, общаясь абсолютно на разные темы. Элеонора Романовна, всегда находила новую тему, новую вещь, которую она в подробностях рассказывала, иногда принцу казалось, что мозг Элеоноры, это бесконечная библиотека, целая поле знаний! И такими событиями, такими насыщенными днями, прошел полгода, на улице был декабрь 1848 года. Во всю был сильный снегопад. И Элеонора Романовна, вот уже на протяжении уже как полгода, провожает принца Александра Ольденбурга в его покои
Eleonora glided gracefully through the gloomy corridors of the palace, like a shadow slipping through a night labyrinth. The darkness enveloping the walls seemed alive, breathing, and its presence was only intensified by the heavy snowfall that, like a white sea, had covered not only the capital but the entire kingdom, like a gigantic blanket hiding it under its cover. Despite these meteorological anomalies, Alexander remained unperturbed, like a rock in a storm, his peace of mind unshakable like a lighthouse in a tempest. His presence, like a warm lamp light, illuminated the path in this darkness.
Miss Romanova accompanied him to his chambers, like a delicate flower breaking through the snow. Her silence was like soft music, and the slight smile on her face was like a sunbeam piercing through the clouds, giving her a special mystery and charm, like a mysterious artifact hidden in the depths of the ancient palace.
Eleonora entered the prince's apartments and, following her habits, made her way to the fireplace where the last embers were barely glowing. To optimize the combustion process and ensure an even distribution of heat, she took a poker and carefully stirred the remaining fuel. Alexander, in turn, removed his cloak and placed it on the edge of the bed, which is a traditional element of the evening ritual of preparing for sleep. He then took off his vest and shirt, exposing his torso, which in the context of aristocratic life can be seen as an act of personal comfort and relaxation. Eleonora, observing this process, allowed herself a slight smile, indicating her inner satisfaction. Having completed the process of preparing for a night's rest, Alexander removed his shoes and lay down under the covers, symbolizing the completion of his daily cycle and transition into the sleep phase. Eleonora took a chair opposite the bed, preparing to wait for the moment when the prince would fall asleep, which is an important aspect of her role in this social context.
Элеонора смотрела на лицо Александра и начала смеяться.
"Мне вот все было интересно спросить Александр, тебе не стремно от мысли, что я на тебя смотрю до тако момента, пока ты не уснешь? Или ты уже привык за полгода?"
A smile tugged at Alexander's lips as he glanced up at Eleonora, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I suppose it's only natural for someone watching over me to keep an eye out for any possible threats, day or night." He chuckled softly before settling more comfortably against his pillows. "And as for getting used to it... perhaps a little. It's strange, really, how quickly things can change."
Even though they had only been in this arrangement for a short while, he couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with Eleonora. She was intelligent, resourceful, and fiercely protective of those under her charge - qualities he greatly respected. And as the weeks passed, he found himself looking forward to their nightly conversations and quiet moments together just as much as she did. It was a welcome respite from the weight of his royal duties and the pressure of being expected to lead his people into a brighter future. Perhaps, just perhaps, this unconventional pairing wasn't so bad after all...
"Да...."
Начала вдруг девушка, усевшись в свое кресло поудобней.
"Хотела стать телохранителем, а стало по итогу: личным телохранителем, личной прислугой, личным поваром... Мне для полного набора осталось только стать твоей личной проституткой!"
С каким то недовольствием воскликнула Элеонора, но за эти полгода общение, Александр знал, что она бы не была против...
Alexander raised an eyebrow at her words, unable to hide his amusement. "Well, I suppose that's one way of looking at it," he chuckled. "But you do forget one important thing: being my personal bodyguard means protecting me not just from physical harm but also from making rash decisions." He flashed her a teasing grin.
"I know sometimes I can be... stubborn, and I appreciate your patience with that. But I'm glad we came to an understanding. After all," he added more seriously, "we make quite a team, don't you think?"
Eleonora considered his words for a moment before nodding slightly. "Yes, Your Highness... I suppose we do." There was an unspoken agreement between them; a bond that had grown stronger with each passing day and night they'd spent together. They were now more than just a princely bodyguard and her royal charge - they were partners, comrades-in-arms in the greater battle for their kingdom's future.