#(I figured Theo's dog would recognize Sonia through her 'disguise')

[more-than-a-princess]

@dis--parity​ asked:  [ dog ] one muse approaches the other’s dog at a park // let's have Sonia meeting Theo's dog in public again!!

Second First meetings meme - No Longer Accepting!

It was a potential hazard, Sonia knew, to be out and about in a public park without her security's knowledge. But one wasn't a princess without experiencing two things: not balls and exquisite jewelry (though she had an abundance of both), but a day of meetings gone wrong and the subsequent ability to slip away from her staff undetected. Side-stepping about a dozen elementary school children, she pulled her hat further down over her blonde hair before tugging her coat tighter around her shoulders: between her coloring and her elegant clothes, it was easy for even a child to put two and two together and gawk (if she was lucky. If she wasn't, someone would actually recognize her and ask for a photo).

She grimaced, pausing to take a seat on an unoccupied bench. In the distance, she could hear some sort of enthusiastic, cheerful shouting, the sort that often accompanied an adrenaline rush and she rather wished she could join the revelry, whatever it happened to be. Instead, she'd spent an entire day in a series of meeting rooms with government officials as the various representatives from Novoselic to Japan defended her family's stance on visa and immigration policies, the princess allowed only to interject if they'd forgotten a key detail or anecdote. Mostly, she was present to be beautifully intimidating, the hope that a sweet smile from a young royal combined with an unrelenting drive to decimate lingering feelings of intolerance.

She exhaled heavily. Despite her fatigue, her manners did not allow for her to lean against the back of the bench. Nearly twenty-five years old and she needed to solve problems centuries in the making...it hardly seemed fair, but a royal life wasn't exactly a charmed one. If she trusted someone, she'd be the first to tell them as such. But at present, she had the very rare chance for solitude, and thus she kept her concerns to herself.

Or so she thought: it hadn't been five minutes when she felt something...firm, yet furry, brush against her knee through her coat. Having closed her eyes just for a moment, she opened them to find a familiar square head, almond-shaped eyes, and a rapidly wagging tail. This dog...she'd seen it before: its friendliness went beyond the normal welcoming attitude that most well-raised and adapted canines had, or so she'd learned in high school. This dog recognized her, though it was hardly for the title she bore. Instead, it sniffed at her empty hand, seeking out a pet, or a treat, or possibly both.

"You are...that dog from the bakery, are you not?" She greeted it brightly. It was, for now, the brightest spot in her day. Sonia obliged the furry acquaintance, reaching up to give it a few friendly pets and scratches, the dog's floppy ears swaying in delight as her fingers moved behind them to reach all of the itchy spots it could not. "I hope you are not here alone! It can be frightening to be on one's own, even if it is a desired change of pace. It is much better to spend your time in the company of friends."

Getting to her feet once again, she moved to check its neck for a collar or any other identifying information, just in case the owner wasn't near. If it really was lost, a trip to a police station was in order...but that would result in a royal mess of trouble. For her, not the dog, Sonia realized as she gave the canine a reassuring smile. She couldn't remember the exact hours, but she guessed the bakery where they'd originally met had long since closed for the day. The station would have to be the best bet: even the Princess of Novoselic couldn't hide a dog that size in her condo.