With the household help preoccupied with Princess Ella and Prince Sebastian's two young children, Alexandra took it upon herself to clean up after their costume ball. A thankless task it was, throwing away pounds of spoiled food. She wished she could have done something else with the rotted meat instead, but alas, it was done.
She faced another thankless task in tending to her Arabian mare, Princess Jasmine. Jasmine wasn't a docile sort, despite her name. Rather, she was feisty and assertive and knew exactly how to make her feelings known.
However, she seemed to take well to Alexandra -- and, it seemed, only to Alexandra. In a strange way, they were kindred spirits.
Meanwhile, in the entertainment room, Anastasia was reacquainting herself with her lost friend. They were dancing together, playing together, laughing together. For awhile they were the only two Sims that existed.
There was the time when Anastasia was a little girl, and she protested being sent away to Smuggsworth by locking herself in the bathroom with Lucky for more than four hours. Finally one of the royal guards broke the door and discovered her sitting there, lumped with the strange doll cradled in her arms, her tears drying on the doll's cloth. She was retrieved and brought to the queen.
"Where have you been, Anastasia?" Queen Catarina asked with exasperation. "The limo has been waiting for four hours and you're not even dressed!"
Anastasia fixed a defiant stare at her mother and said nothing.
"For goodness sakes, child, will you stop fidgeting!" shouted the queen, noticing Anastasia twirling her hair around her finger and shifting. "It's unladylike."
As much as Alexandra's tomboyishness frustrated Queen Catarina, it's quite possible that Anastasia's shyness frustrated her just as much or maybe even a little more.
"Pierre!" called Queen Catarina to the family's butler, "get her dressed and ready to go, the limo is waiting."
Back to the present day, and Anastasia got the leftover vial of metamorphium from her sister and promptly handed it to Lucky.
After the metamorphium worked its magic, Lucian, the aspiring vintner, came into existence.
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