Chapter 52: Chapter XXIV Presents-2

I decided that he needed to be given a Spaniard name, in honour of where I got him from and the time spent here. The remainder of my morning I spent sitting in my bed, my little kitten roaming all over my lap. The handmaiden brought some food for him, saying the rest of his goods were already packed up. I didn't just get a kitten, but all his necessities as well. It was truly amazing. I was searching through the web for the perfect name, and when I found it I immediately knew it was the one. My little kitten was now names Toro, which is Spanish for 'bull'. I thought it was the best possible thing that I could name him and the most appropriate. He looked like he could grow up to trample someone, even if it was a Spaniard Prince. ♕♥ ♕♥ ♕ The car trip to the airport was spent with Toro clutched in my arms, Alejandro bawling his eyes out at how he was going to miss me. I didn't think he could get emotional but I guess everyone had that side. He made promises to visit and things he would show me when I came to Spain again, which knowing our status, wasn't even a 'what if?' but a certainty. For whatever reason, be it a ceremony or for business, we will see each other again in person. Next time, however, we might have different titles. Alejandro though it hilarious when I told him about Toro's name but ultimately, he liked it. It meant a lot to him that I basically named Toro after him, even if it was indirectly. The carried became awkward when we ran out of things to talk about, since neither of us liked goodbyes. When I first came here I was absolutely looking forward to going back but now I didn't want to leave. I was now dreading going back, knowing that I haven't talked to Sarina in over a week. Now I knew how I truly felt and there was no doubt about my feelings. Spain has changed me. "You have my number, right?" I nodded at his question. "Good. You better keep me updated on how the Kingdom is treating its Princess," I nodded again. "And in turn I'll tell you all about the drama that happens here," "Like your hospital visits? You were quite dramatic," Alejandro chuckled at my response in remembrance. When we had gone to check out my hand and his arm, he thought he was going to die when they told him it got infected. He was verbally telling me his will and who he would leave his royalties to when he was placed in a grave. He described his coffin to me, and how luxuries he wanted to look. He wanted bulls to run freely at the funeral for nostalgic purposes. "Death was right around the door, I swear!" he tried to reason but I only rolled my eyes in response. "My foot's infection was far worse than your arm's and I managed to walk around with heels only a few weeks thereafter. You were just being a dramatic weakling," Alejandro grimaced and shook his head at me. "But at least I had a princess looking out for me!" he chuckled which caused me to roll my eyes at him. Toro was nibbling on my finger and I gently swatted at his nose. He yawned, revealing his tiny fangs. I picked him up gently and handed him over to Alejandro. He spent the rest of the car ride playing with Toro. I was glad to see that Toro was used to movement and didn't get carsick. When we got to the airport, we immediately headed to a secluded part where Ian and Alejandro's bodyguards began to move my things into the jet. It was the King's jet and it reminded it my own father's, except that this one wasn't vandalised. I hoped that investigation was dying out for my brothers' sakes. I handed Toro over to Ian and he entered the jet while I stayed outside. I greeted each of Alejandro's bodyguards, thanking them of all the work they had done while I was in their hands. I could tell they were a bit embarrassed but ultimately they were the perfect bodyguards. I headed over to the dear prince, and he certainly didn't expect me to pull him into a hug. He hugged me back with the same amount of emotion I was putting into the embrace, his fingers basically bruising my back. "I'm really going to miss you, British Princess," "Are we really doing this, Spanish Prince?" he chuckled at my words and took a step back, regarding my form. "Until next time," I smiled at his words, accepting the hand he held out for me. "Until next time," and that was out goodbye. I entered the jet and headed to a seat at the front. I saw Alejandro and his men retreat from through the window, but occasionally he cast glances back towards my way. It saddened me, but I was coming to terms with it. This was going to be the last time I see him in person for a long time. Ian headed over to me and handed me Toro, and I was thankful for the support. Maybe that was why Alejandro decided to get me a pet, because he knew I could need the support. He saw all my tense figures and anxious emotions these last two weeks, so he knew how I could be like. He knew how nerve wrecking I managed to get and how hard it was for me to exit those motions. He was a thoughtful guy, after all. The engine of the jet began to vibrate through me and Ian came over to place Toro in a kennel for the take-off. Toro seemed agitated by this, but soon we were in the air and I let him out. Ian fed him while I was busy braiding a rope toy for him, glad to be doing something with my hands. Toro seemed to enjoy the toy when I introduced it to him. The two-hour flight was basically spent with me becoming accustomed to Toro, procrastinating the thoughts of Sarina. The beautiful Sarina. What would I say to her when I saw her again? Was she mad at me? I couldn't even tell. I had some of the inflight food, because this was different than a normal plane. Besides, Ian assisted with it so I felt comfortable. I was also making plans in my mind for thanking Ian and all the help he offered these last two weeks. He checked my every meal and made sure my wellbeing was assured. I wasn't the easiest person to deal with but he performed his job with excellence. He deserved a thanking. We touched down all too soon, and I could see the night sky from my window. The stars were especially bright, and it struck me all too soon that I was back in the UK again. Tonight I will be back in my palace bedroom with stoic Royal Guards standing around, imitating statues. My brothers will be demanding souvenirs and I might even be called to a dinner with my parents where they will interrogate me. They will want to know if I strengthened the two countries' bonds, if I made any relationships and how I felt about the country in general. I was too tired to deal with things like that. I stayed on the jet a little longer when we landed, Ian and other Royal Guards taking my various bags while I calmed Toro a bit. He was spooked at the sudden rush in of people. I took him into my arms once he became still and slowly exited the jet. I knew my parents would have send Royal Guards in their stead as they rather waited at the palace for me, and I knew my brothers wouldn't have come to pick me up as well. It wasn't their way of doing things. But I had not expected to see the one person I did not want to deal with in my exhausted state. At the bottom of the steps leading out of the jet was a girl I barely recognized. She stood there in shorts, a tank top and high boots; something strange to see on her. She wore no makeup and looked absolutely eccentric. Her face contorted into one of excitement when she spotted me, and in the background I could barely make out the twins fist bumping each other. She looked so strange, and in my state of confusion it took me a little longer to realize what was so different about her. At the foot of the steps, staring at me with warm eyes I didn't know I loved so much, stood Sarina with her perfect body and perfect face, her hair no longer black but instead the calming colour I had lost from my life. She brought it back.