"Salutations! This is Prince Alexander, but I am regrettably unable to receive your correspondence at this moment. Please leave a message and I will get back to you with alacrity."

Pause.

"Hey, that wasn't so bad at all; I can get the hang of thi--"

*beeeeeep*

Leaving the Land of the Green Isles had not been easy for Alexander. Though he had stuck around much longer than his friends, out of happy obligation to his new expectations as both a king and a husband, duty drew him away from the honeymoon and back to Fandom Island to tie up some loose ends ( Read more... )

There was no denial that yesterday had been rather eventful. Apart from being shipwrecked conveniently in the same land they were looking for, Alexander and his company had had quite an adventure in their efforts to bring the prince one step closer to the woman he had spent so much of his time trying to find. There were nefarious plots, tricksy ( Read more... )

Though Alexander was certainly nervous about using a spell to charm a creature of the night, he realized after his meeting with the Druids that it was a necessary task. He scaled the Sacred Mountain again and, sure enough, he found the Nightmare there, nibbling on the nightshade. He cast the spell and goaded the beast forward; under the influence ( Read more... )

This was it...finally! After spending so many days in a library, inhaling the musty scent of old maps and charts, Alexander was now breathing in the exhilarating scent of the salty sea air! Around him, the capable crew toiled; occasionally, he threw in his hand to help, rather fond of the hard labor involved with sailing. And then he was blessed ( Read more... )

It was quiet in the throne room of the castle of a kingdom called Daventry, in a rare moment when business was not being conducted, and Alexander sat on the steps to the dais, pouring over some collected papers. He wore a frown of deep concentration and concern on his face; he had done his best to try to put together some of the things Rosella had ( Read more... )

Alexander was certainly feeling better. Absolutely not entirely up to par after the course of super extreme handwavey the events of the last week, but hopefully well enough that, this time, if he tried to leave, he would be more than able to and he could get back to Daventry ( Read more... )

The move into the cabins had put Alexander into quite a brooding mood, one he couldn't quite shake by the time Saturday rolled around, either. It had nothing to do with the cabins themselves; the conditions of the cabins were far superior to what he'd been used to, and even the cold weather didn't bother him much. No, his maudlin disposition was ( Read more... )

After a day of working quietly on some refurbishing at the shop, Alexander returned to his room feeling tired but quite satisfied. It had been a good few days and he was even starting to think that the cat statue (which he had promptly set in a spot on the desk where he could keep an eye on it) wasn't a threat at all and that he was just being a ( Read more... )

There was, Alexander supposed, one easy benefit of being in the cabins this week. It gave him plenty of time to work on cleaning up the incredible mess he'd made of things in his room. He figured he should probably not be going into the dorms while they were in the cabins, but he just couldn't leave the mess there and it wasn't as though he'd ( Read more... )