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…. is anyone still here???

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PRINCESS ALINA CONSTANTIN OF ROMANIA

“Who knows, maybe Gabriel can take your place on the throne of despair masked with sarcasm and moodiness,” the young princess laughed, smiling as she felt her brother twirl her around. It almost felt normal to be in this situation with no other than her sibling, perhaps like the war had never occurred and the redhead was just spending time at a ball. Of course, no amount of miniature portions of delicacies and chandeliers could take away that pain. “She realised that there needed to be someone in this family with the sass that you’re capable of,” she teased, giggling. “I just missed you… I started to imitate and copy you. Don’t blame me.”

   ❛   oh no, gabriel could never be capable of those kind of emotions.   he’s too busy dealing with his wife  —  ❜   the bitterness evident as he spat out the term  —   ❛  to be able to find the time to bother himself with such trivial things.   leave it to the princes to be the sarcastic, moody  &  glum ones.   ❜   he jokes, laughing softly, before it died down to a melancholic smile.   if only the war had not occurred, maybe his sister would have not missed him so much.   ❛  we’ve lost so much time, sister.   i feel as if i’ve missed you growing up.   ❜   that part hurt him, not that he was ever going to admit it, he felt as if he put the country before his own blood, his sister.   but that was the price of royalty.   ❛   i’m glad i got out alive to see the rest.   ❜

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PRINCE STEFAN VON BRANDT OF GERMANY

   stefan watched as the flower fell from nico’s hands followed by a hiss he barely heard. he rose an eyebrow for a moment when nico went to snap at him, but realized that it had been him. for some reason he felt rather honored to not get the wrath of prince nico. stefan let out a laugh at nico’s words.   ❛ and who are you trying to impress? ❜   he rose an eyebrow to the king, taking a small look around at the people scattered about the gardens.   ❛ unlike you, i don’t need flowers to make women swoon. ❜

   ❛   ah, but she isn’t like any other woman who falls for saccharine smiles like yours, stef.   ❜   he said before he stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking clean any trace of blood that trickled down his finger earlier.   he pops it out good as new. 

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QUEEN ROSALIE NYOSTRÖM OF THE NETHERLANDS

Rosie laughed and shrugged, a simple raise of her shoulders before they fell. “Bible talk is not my strong point,” she confessed. “Your brother can probably go into far more detail, your highness.”

   ❛   i agree.   that man could go on all day about his lord  &  saviour.   ❜   he chuckled.   nico believed in the same ethereal being, but he wasn’t that devoted to the religion.   but he supposed kings ought to put their FAITH in something, no  ?   ❛   you know what i’m really CURIOUS about  ?   ❜

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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KING ORION ARGYRIS OF GREECE

Orion rolled his eyes, bumping the prince with his shoulder now. “I do believe that was you,” he joked, or maybe they had shared that fault a time or two.

   the romanian prince shook his head in defiance.   ❛   oh, i don’t think so.   ❜   — just pure pride.   ❛   maybe a good match would clear our minds of what really happened that day no ? something to REFRESH the memory, eh ? what do you say, argyris ?   ❜   he challenged the greek king with a playful raise of his brow.

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PRINCESS ELENA ALLEGRI OF ITALY

elena was so used to hiding in the dark, that it never crossed one’s mind as too what or who else could be lurking in the shadows. this was a libray, sure, a library that was restricted to outsiders past midnight or so she’d like to believe one would mind their own business and not trespass without the brunettes permission. leaving the door open however         could’ve conjured some unwanted curiosity. 

“ yes, you’ll forgive me for such unforeseen hostility this late at night.” the princess had to forcibly stop herself from rolling her eyes when the prince mentioned a word of peace. nations being summoned to discuss a peace treaty especially in her place of home is never something to celebrate. “ might i ask what you are doing here this late hour? surely you have better festivities to attend too then lurking.” 

   ❛   you CONSIDER this late ?    ❜   he couldn’t help but scoff.   ❛   have you ever been outside this court’s walls or are you always drowning yourself in the library with knowledge ?   you know they say the things truly worth learning are outside the comfort zone.   ❜   he shrugged his shoulders, before he started scoping around the library.   he dragged his finger about the spines of several books.   ❛   oh, i enjoy LURKING.   there is no better activity than this, darling.   ❜   he looks over his shoulder.   ❛   shall i ask you a question too ?   because i’m rather curious what a princess like you doing in such a DARK place.   ❜   a devilish smirk creeps up his lips.   ❛   who knows what evil lurks in the shadows.   ❜

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PRINCESS CARINA BAEDER OF AUSTRIA

the austrian princess let nicolae believed whatever he wanted. she remotely just walked away since carina just assumed he was done pestering her. besides the princess was not going to loose her temper on a man who only lived to see her angry, upset or miserable - even all three of them at the same time. but she pushed those thoughts away and tried to continue her day; quite exited to see the spanish horses. after al this would help carina; since she woke up in a  nostalgic mood; she was missing her brothers dearly.  horseback ridding always made her feel better and carina was a skilled one at best. she even out skilled her teachers - and she meant by that brothers. part of her died when she had gotten the terrible news about their death. it changed her…some days she was full of joy and light and others she felt nothing.carina walked on earth trying to figure out what is her reason of staying; her legacy and most importantly wondering if she ever be okay.  however she wasn’t her in italy to mourn around all day; uncontrier she was her to increase her family power, riches and name. - she was just waiting for the right moment. 

before she realized it carina had made it to the stables; besides the gardens this was also her favorite place to be.. here she felt like at ease and that was a rare thing. “arturo, how are you today? thank you for keeping you promise” she states, as she equally  gestured a soft smile at the italian stable boy. he was merely a boy, she was probably six years older than him and yet he seemed much older. arturo  nodded his head out of respect. “principessa; i’m alright how about you?.  your  wish is my command and besides i’m a person of my word.  would you like to see them? they came in this morning and they are known as andalusian” he rambled and carina found it adorable. “i’m swell; very exited to see these stunning  horses. arturo you are too kind for this world, grazie. a small peace of advice  your kindness is a blessing but make sure it isn’t a curse.  please lead the way” the austrian stated as advice; she never wanted people to get hurt so if she could help them by any chance se will.  carina waited for the other to take the lead and so he did. both walking ahead to where the stable met the green fields. 

   nico followed her to the stables, watching her have a light conversation with the young stable boy.   she really did love her horses, he thought.    an amused smile slipping unconsciously on his lips.

   as they left the stables, nico walked towards one of the STALLIONS.   he too was fond of the swift creatures.   he rode frequently back at romania, before the war started, to release frustrations  &  just for the mere pleasure of the wind against his skin.   he caressed the gentle creature, making it utter a  neigh.   ❛   must suck being stuck in this stable all day long.   you must be DYING to have a run.   ❜   an idea then pops up in the back of his mind.   he tried to push it away, seeing as it would distract him from his GOAL, which was following carina around.   but the prospect of getting a chance to ride a horse again after a long time seemed to be greater.   he quickly grabs a saddle  &  situates it a top the horse, before getting on it.

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@carinaxc

#me in a romcom

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Kol Mikaelson - The Brothers That Care Forgot

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PRINCE STEFAN VON BRANDT OF GERMANY

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   stefan had walked down the corridors that led to the castle gardens. the more he wandered about the castle, the smaller it became to him. of course there were parts he hadn’t explored yet, but he liked to be outside. upon walking further into the gardens his eyes went about the few people scattered in the area and they landed on a familiar face. nicolae constantin. the man had become a rather quick and easy friend in the little time that stefan had been in the italian castle. it may have been because of orion’s introduction that maybe the two took a liking to each other.   ❛ prince nicolae. ❜   stefan said as he approached the other prince.   ❛ wouldn’t have thought you would be out here picking the flowers. ❜   of course his tone was playful and light as he grinned at the man.   ❛ are you really that bored? ❜

   nico admired beautiful things, people, animals, architecture — even flowers.   one could say he was an AESTHETE.   though the only thing he excelled was destroying  &  beautiful things were no exception on his one way path of WRECKAGE.   he picked one up, a rose, he was careful not to get pricked by it’s thorns.   his gentleness proved to be for naught when a voice made him jump, the rose slipping from his grasp, leaving a cut in it’s wake.   ❛   FUCK.   ❜   nico hissed.   ❛    you lot don’t really know how to mind your ow— oh stefan, it’s you.   ❜  his supposed anger died down as he saw a face of a friend.   he forgets about the searing pain for a while to give him a grin that matched his.   ❛   flowers are a key to a woman’s heart.   don’t you know that stef-y ?  ❜

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QUEEN ROSALIE NYOSTRÖM OF THE NETHERLANDS

“Maybe,” Rosie hummed, playing with the end of her blonde hair. “After all Lucifer was God’s favorite and look at him now.”

    a chuckle pushed past his lips at her answer.   ❛   you sound  so much like my brother.   ❜ all the bible talk.   ❛   it’s simply FASCINATING.   ❜