I take a deep breath and walk into Zipporah's hospital room, immediately falling into a curtsy when I see Prince Basil, "Ihre Durchlaucht, Zipporah. [Your serene highness, Zipporah]"
"Wilkommen, Frau Falkenrath. Du bist das Freund meiner Freundin? [Welcome, Miss Falkenrath. You are my girlfriend's friend?]" Basil answers. I nod.
"Ja, Prinz Basil." He nods to Zipporah then leaves.
"Wie geht's, Zipporah? [How're you, Zipporah?]" I inquire. She shrugs.
"So lala. [So-so]" I chuckle and hand her a bag with essentials and fresh clothes. She texted me earlier and asked me to bring them for her. I was more than happy to oblige, though I'm curious about last night's events.
"Was ist letzte Nacht passiert? [What happened last night?]"
"Ich ... ich kann Ihnen nicht sagen. [I... I can't tell you]" The look in her eyes further gets her point across. I sigh and roll my shoulders.
"Sehr gut. [Very well]"
"Vielen Dank für die Kleidung, Cirila. [Thanks for the clothes, Cirila]"
"Bitteschön. Gute Besserung! [You're welcome. Get well soon]"
"Auf Wiedersehen!!" I hurry out afterwards and drive back home, unwilling to remain longer than needed in the presence of a royal.
Yes, this is short. It's a filler chapter. Please comment anyway! Thanks!
~Uilosris
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The Prince And I
ChickLitMeeting a Prince at a ball might seem like a Cinderella 'rags to riches', but for 23 year old introvert and expat Zipporah Roux, it could prove a dream or a nightmare.
