"Someone's still up," I said smirking, "Sire," I added quickly. Right Isandra, be polite, he is a royal. A shit one but one none the less and I really didn't need a lecture from Alex about being respectful again. Once was a lifetime.

"You have a-" he said reaching for my cheek and I leaned back.

"I know," I said. One usually is aware of cuts and wounds on their body. Why? Because we can damn well bloody feel the pain, and this was a scratch, what was poor prince getting dizzy?

Behave! I snapped at myself. I inhaled deeply smelling some nice scent in the air, what was that. 

"Well night," I said side stepping him. He watched as I turned around the corner into my room and flung onto the bed after chucking my gun carelessly on the ground, that may have not been the best idea.

"What the hell," I muttered as I tried pulling up my jeans. Why did it feel so uncomfortable and why did my thighs look bigger. I cliped the button in place and looked in the mirror, I could see the tightness of the jeans was bunching on my waist making a very unattractive pouch and I widened my eyes.

NO way, I was NOT fat. 

I grabbed my shirt pulling it over the singlet, at least you can't see it but still. I walked outside to see Alex already preparing for training, I could tell today was going to be a quiet day.

"Alex," I yelled as I marched over to him. He moved away from the kids he was helping, "What?" he said grabbing a waterbottle of the ground.

"Did I get fat?"

"What?"

"Did I put on weight?" I asked lifting up my shirt and turning around. He looked at me and shrugged and I narrowed my eyes, "Truth please," I said.

"Yes you have, a bit,"

"You DICKHEAD," I muttered.

"You said to tell you the truth," he said shrugging. I walked past him bumping my shoulder into his and headed towards the gym.

"NOT WHEN THE TRUTH HURTS," I screamed out randomly and earned a few looks from the other teenagers training. 

I grabbed the rowing machine first, only becuase it was the only one free and started. I could not  have put on weight.

Soon it was lunch time and I sat down with my plat full of delicious chips and a burger. Alex joined me ten minutes later with his own plate, a sandwhich, apple slices in a bowl and a drink as I bit into my burger.

"Where were you this morning,"

"I was tant to niher waehg,"

"I didn't get that," he said. I rolled my eyes there was no way I was repeating that, I was at the gym, duh. 

"Do you want a slice? Margret got them from her tree," he said and I raised an eyebrow. The one fruit I couldn't stand was apples, they tasted so yucky. He shook his head smiling grabbing his burger and I stopped looking at mine sadly.

Not even one bite.

"FINE," I yelled shoving my plate towards him and grabbing the bowl of apples.

"I thought you didn't want them?" he said confused. I stood up grabbing a slice and biting into it munching wild.

"Yea well you shouldn't have called me fat," I snapped turning around and taking my precious bowl with me. I was hungry so I might as well eat these filthy junk. I was starving, those apples did nothing and I was pacing the front room anxiously. Come on someone tell me something to do.

I saw Xavier and Alex walk out with a few more guards, where were they going?

"Where are you guys going?"

"Tour, want to come?" he said. I nodded, hell yea anything to take my mind of my stomach grumbling., Alex smirked noticing how angry I get when I get no sleep or food.

"What?" I snapped making Xavier look over at me and pulled my shirt down, the prince didn't need to know I was fat, how tardy would that make him look.

"Isandra,' said Alex shaking his head, "How old are those jeans?"

"Last time I came here,"

"So how many years," he said. I shrugged, "I don't know five?" I asked. Or maybe it was less.

"Exactly, back then you were even punier than now, so obviously," he said waving a hand.

"Speak properly, not everyone wants to use their brains at this time," I snapped. He rolled his eyes sighing and I looked at the prince, mind your own business would ya?

"Clearly they won't fit since they are so old, you didn't put on weight," he said.

It hit me, of course! 

"You dic-colous head," I snapped realising we had company and rushed back to my room. These jeans were old, not even from my visit a few years ago but from when I lived here when I was twelve. Now they hardly fit. I was an idiot.

I grumbled rushing to my room, where are any clothes that would fit me. I found the sport shorts from a few years and pulled of my pants shrugging them on and then grabbing moisturizer to cream my legs. Now for a top. 

The one I was wearing would do. I quickly ran back to the foyer to see thankfully they waited for me and I glared at Alex as I popped on my sunglasses. Dickhead thought this was funny.

He smirked shaking his head coming after me as I walked.

"Do you even know where we are going?" asked Alex. I slowed down realising me walking in front wasn't the best idea. 

"What's the matter with her?" I heard another guard ask and shot him a glare silencing him.

Alex wrinkled his nose as I bit into my third shashylk, which was a native Russian food, a shish kebab on a stick. Whatever it was I didn't know but I was hungry thanks to Alex.

"What?" I asked licking the sauce of my fingers ordering a kebab, one that came in bread. 

"You eat like a pig,"

"Well you're a f-eh cow," I muttered wiping my mouth on a tissue and grabbing the kebab.

"Well don't just stand there," I snapped at Alex unwrapping my heavenly chicken kebab my eyes crying in pleasure. Alex looked confused and I rolled my eyes. 

"Don't make me spell everything out, pay the man," With that I turned around leaving him to take care of my expensive bill. The other guards were babysitting the prince while Alex ended up babysitting me. I was beyond hungry and the moment we had gotten out of the car I raced to the food store I saw, the only one which was damn overpriced.

I caught up to the other guards munching on my food, or devouring it and while some looked at me weirdly the others knew me too well for that. I rolled my eyes, well tell them to eat apple.

"Here," I said chucking the empty wrapped as Alex caught up surprised I was finished already. Never mess with a hungry girl. Wiping my hands on my shorts I walked in after the prince. Museum here we come.

The prince sucked, not that way you dirty minds. He had the worst taste, he comes to Russia and he goes to a Museum. I raised an eyebrow from my spot watching him intently listen to a man talk about an artifact. 

Xavier looked up catching my eyes and after the man finished he walked up to where I was, "What?" he said.

I shook my head walking trying to find some sort of interest in these,....things.

"What is it?" he asked again. 

"Well Jax," I said looking at something, was that a rock? Or piece of hair?

"You come to Russia," I said walking around to the other side of the glass holder, "And you come to a museum."

"What's wrong with that?" he asked his green eyes taking in the sword on the case.

"Really, if you want a museum go to Alex's room, there would be a hundred year old sock somewhere, it's like a treasure hunt and a museum,-eh sire," I added in. 

"What would you do if you come to Russia then?" he asked.

I smirked crossing my arms. What would I do eh?

We were currently in Moscow, which mean there were a billion things to do, or more 928 things to visit. After a hurried tour that I gave him pointing out mould in the corner or a crack we finished extremely fast, see my speeches were much better and more entertaining than some old minister.

I ordered the driver to drive to the Moscow Metro. I could see Xavier and Alex looking extremely confused at the surroundings. I rolled my eyes, men.

"Here we are," I said hopping out. Xavier got out with my brother and I and told the rest to wait here.

"But sire-"

"These two are all I need," he said. I raised an eyebrow urging not to stick my tongue out at the other guys who wouldn't be able to hang with me.

"Come on," I said grabbing Alex and Xavier’s hand and pulling them down the stairs. Half way down I let go and focused on where I was stepping.

 I waited at the bottom for grandma and grandpa to come down rolling my eyes seeing how slow they were and grabbed Alex's wallet out of his pocket making him glare at me.

"I can pa-"

"Shut -eh sire," I said earning a glare from Alex and rolled my eyes walking to the counter and speaking in Russian. They both watched, Alex more nervous than ever while Xavier just looked excited.

"Where are we going?" asked Xavier as I nodded them to follow me. Thankfully it wasn't peak time, which meant I could actually see them as I walked.

I walked them to a platform and ushered them in the train finding seats.

"Come," I said patting next to me as I looked out the window.

"Where are we going?" asked Alex this time grabbing his ticket which was in Russian. 

"Around Moscow,"

Five and a half hours later, we had gone all around Moscow, or most of it, as I pointed out the buildings, cathedrals and everything. More effective than spending time in some museum.

"Wasn't that fun," I said climbing up the stairs and sure enough the guards fussed over the prince the moment they saw him making me roll my eyes. 

I stopped a few feet away with Alex as he was ushered into the car and turned to Alex.

"What?" he asked.

"Fuss over me as well," I snapped. Alex laughed ruffling my hair, "Come on," he said walking over to his bike. Now a ride with the prince in his warm limousine or one with my brother in shorts and freeze my ass off? I knew which I wanted.