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“no, not yet.” she smiled slightly. “but i’d really appreciate that. infirmary was closed which i have no idea why, so i couldn’t find any.”

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“like an aspirin?”

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“do you? that would be great.”

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“an hour, i guess. what about you?”

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“...i think i can handle the pain.”

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irena’s eyes widened at his answer because she really loved art     and actually, didn’t expect that answer from him. she was really bad at painting and all, but she always saw and admired the beauty in almost everything. that’s why she smiled happily after his answer. “a photographer.” she said, remembering her first camera. and how her mom broke it.

Leonardo was surprised by the question she asked him, shrugging at first. Slightly embarrassed about it since his art was something he didn’t really share with people. But this was his future wife so he wanted them to be able to share these things. “If I wasn’t a prince i would want to be an artist.” He admitted glancing over at her with a small smile. “What about you?”

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“nigdy nie można być tu pewien.” she murmured. “sure, thanks.”

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it's 4am so i need to sleep now, i'll work on replies tomorrow!

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"i spent a lot of days in hospitals and infirmaries. i think that slowly makes you hate those places." she shrugged, giving a smile to the girl. "no, no everything was just perfect! i think it was because of... stress." she said, trying not to mention the nightmares.

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the way they spent their life was very similar, but irena hoped that he didn't have tragic memories like hers. she wouldn't want anyone to live those things. "same here," she said, looking around as she realized they were close to the lake. it was very pretty here, she had to admit. "what would you wanna be?" she suddenly asked, while admiring the beauty of the place. "you know, if you weren't a prince."

Leonardo felt bad about not knowing her brother had died sooner. He was sure at some point it must have been mentioned but he probably hadn’t realized who it was. “My life?” He asked trying to think about anything remotely interesting. “I wish I could say I have plenty of amazing stories to tell. Mostly I’ve just been preparing for my royal duties. I think coming here is the most interesting thing that has happened to me.”

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irena looked at the pills, understanding what they were. "i don't do drugs," she simply said.

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she nodded at his words. that was all she did for years - no one knew that was a murder. and irena had no choice but play along. she gave a small smile, trying to change the subject. "what about you? tell me about your life, it must be more interesting than mine."

Leonardo got quiet when he heard the answer to his question. Immediately regretting it. “Yes, I remember him vaguely.” He spoke with a small nod. “I’m sorry, Rena.”

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"it does!" the redhead agreed with a laugh - though she stopped laughing when she heard his last question. "no," rena shook her head. "my brother passed away. iwan. you remember him?"

Leonardo chuckled before shrugging as he glanced over at her. “Really? Time goes by too fast.” He said more to himself as he realized how long it had been. “Is that all that has changed?” He asked her curiously, trying to know her better.

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"who would do that?" irena asked, and then nodded her head at his offer. "yes, please. you got them from the infirmary, right?"