Playing the Royal Game

YOUR family behaved appallingly.’ Alex hissed it out of the side of his mouth as they headed back to their suites. - isn't he uptight 😒

She was slender, yet soft; he could see dimples on her thigh that, were this a true romance, the paparazzi would later persecute her for. - everyone has cellulite!

‘You really want that vulgar family to be welcomed into ours? You really think Allegra would make a suitable queen?’ ‘Alessandro!’ his mother said again, but Alex’s mind was only on one thing—he had no intention of stepping aside. ‘I am supposed to spend the rest of my life with this woman, a woman so ordinary?’ - the way she heard it, must have been horrible.

‘It was not that she had an affair that upset him, he said. He was worried for the people, the damage a pregnancy—’ ‘No,’ Allegra broke in. ‘Of course he was upset.’ ‘You have to understand—’ ‘I do understand,’ Allegra said, ‘because I’ve heard those types of rows too—hundreds of them—and whatever you think of my father, he’s not all that different from yours. I love him dearly, but he’s a mire of double standards. If it had been my mother who had had an affair—’ ‘It is different,’ Alex cut in. ‘Since then, we must be above rumour or reproach.’ - double standards...

pashmina - shawls made in the worst way imaginable. If you own one of these, cry for forgiveness at the innocent baby lambs destroys for this 💔💔💔💔

Enjoyed the letters and anecdotes at the end