Alexandra’s confusion and curiosity only grow. They knew each other, that much had become clear to her. But Ahmet? Alex was almost positive that it wasn’t the name she had heard from father. She watched him closely as his behaviour changed to being more guarded. Not all that surprising, he had probably worked out who she was. Most servants closed off, although annoying, she couldn’t blame them. They did working under her father.

It was almost impressive listening to them talk at normal speed. If it had been French Alex would have kept up with little difficulty. But her German was not as strong. So while she understood the words, they had moved on before she could connect them. So what sausages and cookies had to do with each other, Alex had no idea.

She simply stood, arms behind her back watching. More the chef then her tutor.

“It’s...” all so easy to say something she shouldn’t. Alexandra bit her tongue to stop herself, using the time to pretend she was thinking of the right words rather then the right sentence.

“...a lovely school that teachers what they say it will” she finished with a pleasant smile. Her eyes strained against the roll but she managed to keep them from turning.