Pavel frowned, watching over whatever windbag was in front of him, kissing up. He hated these brown nosers. Sometimes he felt like his ass was chapped after all the lips that had been pressed to it after these dinners. He saw Nikolai draw Alexei away and sighed. He shook his head in disappontment, but made no move to stop him. For now, Nikolai meant well, but hammering these lessons into his kinsman's thick skull was not the answer. The lesson Alexei Romanov had to be taught, he had to learn from the heart. And that meant Princess Ingrid could be his only teacher. And they could only hope that she was up to the task.<br/><br/>"It looks like they're off to a good start," Pavel smiled at his wife, nodding toward the younger couple, starting to head for the door. Pavel met the guard's eyes and gave them a definitave nod. No one would be allowed to follow the couple outside.