#❛ 𝑦𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛 ‚ script

[yvsmins]

GROUP FOUR.1 , @jclvni , @svljc , @beaufort-a​

            yasmin waited as the door shut and the footsteps on the other side settled before she even so much as glanced to the other three. “ did any of you see anything? on the way here, did you see anything that wasn’t just concrete walls? ”

[yvsmins]

          languidly, dark brown eyes find where catherine's gaze directs. the heirs of slovakia stood around in a circle with incessant laughter and grins. “ the eurovision boy band? no, is the little one in the programme? ”

" do you know them, the slovaks? " she hummed, canting her head to the direction of the princes. " there are four of them? i don't think i've seen much of them in the programme. " ( @yvsmins )

[yvsmins]

            “ you’re friends with that little blond boy? ” dating would have been suggested but too assumptive, and this was likely the reason yasmin had been told to dabble in petty gossip of the royals more often. she’d know the story, if she’d cared enough to. “ the portuguese prince, barbara’s brother. ” ( @oh-hxfiz​​ )

[yvsmins]

            “ silje, ” her tone was about as mollified as yasmin would allow and ‘ happy to see her ’ was a assumption made only by the faux smile painted on her lips. “ you’re not the one who asked for a meeting. ” but she was the only one present in the agreed upon location. ( @svljc​ )

[yvsmins]

            “ next time you convince me to join, i’m waiting until the programme comes to me. ” soberly, but with soft, almost imperceptible, droll she greets catherine in a place where there is comfort in seeing the sun peering through windows and where four slabs of concrete don’t confine them to a fate worse than death, not anymore. yasmin is settled, unexpectedly calm because she is home ( in her home country ), again but the statuesque gestures are present. in the way she stands and moves. “ and max is doing okay? ” ( @catherinestuart​ )