Nothing — not Philip and his dourness, not her children and their rowdy behaviors, not even her sister's inability to attend what was always the highlight of her year — would detract from Alexandra's growing excitement for the annual weekend at the castle. She hadn't forced the subject with Philip beyond the first few times she'd mentioned wanting to visit the family's estate last year, but she'd grown to miss the towers nestled into the Scottish highlands. Sometimes, on the rare instance that she found her social calendar lacking, she even missed her sisters-in-law, a feat that never occurred before Philip's reluctance to return home.
She had dressed carefully for tea, pausing at every step to ensure she looked impeccable. Once she was certain there wasn't a wrinkle or stray piece of lint in sight, she began to reach for the door so they might head down.
Only for Philip to ruin both her mood and her dress by yanking at her so aggressively.
"Philip!" She screeched, yanking her hand out of his grasp to flatten the newly formed creases. Alexandra would've continued to rage at him too, might've even gone as far as to hex him, were it not for the sense of doom that lurked about his face. "Philip," Alexandra repeated, this time her tone completely lacking in anger and entirely full of concern, "what is it?"
She had dressed carefully for tea, pausing at every step to ensure she looked impeccable. Once she was certain there wasn't a wrinkle or stray piece of lint in sight, she began to reach for the door so they might head down.
Only for Philip to ruin both her mood and her dress by yanking at her so aggressively.
"Philip!" She screeched, yanking her hand out of his grasp to flatten the newly formed creases. Alexandra would've continued to rage at him too, might've even gone as far as to hex him, were it not for the sense of doom that lurked about his face. "Philip," Alexandra repeated, this time her tone completely lacking in anger and entirely full of concern, "what is it?"