Troubadour

'Well, I ... I have a friend. She's an artist. A talented one. The best of Kielstadt!' Alexander justified, embarrassed.

'Really?' Alexander's suspicious attitude made Alexa narrow her eyes to him, or rather, to the Prince's face she was seeing in the mirror, actually. Turning to Fani, the Prince asked, with an angelic smile,

"Both, please!"

'No Alexa! I don't want you to shave!… My God, that sounded so weird! I don't want to shave!'

'Mehmeh… You already agreed to it.'

'No. I was still contemplating it! Agh!' Alexander exclaimed when he saw Fani coming with the toiletries.

"The barber is on the way, Your Highness!" she helped him put a velvety robe on top of the clothes he wore, and right after that, the door was opened for the visitor's entrance.