#Alexstasia

[simaliaroyals]

Merry Christmas from The Royal Family of Simalia

Wishing everyone a Very Merry Christmas

@alandaroyalsims

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♫  five times my muse swears it’s not a date, and the one time it maybe is. / alexstasia

it’s just coffee. don’t worry about it. the words leave her lips sharper than intended in her haste to get away. already fifteen fucking minutes late to her lecture, and her excuse now stained her louis vuitton coat otherwise she might have stayed longer to chew the moron out. her supposed white knight doesn’t linger long, on his way before she’s even finished speaking, muttering something about posh bitches. a frustrated groan leaves her lips as she fumbles for her phone to call a cab and then suddenly a white handkerchief is being waved in her face, the owner of which is flashing the kindest smile she’s ever seen and offering to replace the vanilla latte that is splashed at her feet. sure, she can give a cute guy five minutes in the name of free coffee. comparative politics can wait.

university is harder than she’s willing to admit to herself, much less her family. the first to fly the nest and she’d overestimated how lonely that distance would be in her attempt to gain some much needed independence from an infamously co-dependent family. though the twins are coming up to visit for a weekend soon, and she skypes with karina every other night, it doesn’t feel the same. not without her mama leaving a lemon tea on her bedside in the morning, or vasiliy offering to stay up all night to help with her literature essay. it’s why she’s sitting in the campus quad, smacking the life out of her innocent laptop as if that might revive the dropped skype call somehow. most steer clear of the frantic student, too busy with their own meltdowns or too well-acquainted with the icy blonde’s temper to come near. there’s only an hour before her stupid exam, and the timezones mean she won’t be able to call her papa tonight, missing her one window to catch up. and then he’s there again, swooping in with murmured comfort that he really doesn’t owe a stranger. he offers to try and fix her laptop, and when their shared lack of technology knowledge falls through, passes his own mac her way without pause. he sits nearby while she talks about anything and everything with her parents, and not once does she feel awkward with him watching her. goodbyes are said, and in the five minutes before she really has to leave she chats with him. ignores that he offers her a hand up, and the way her stomach somersaults. she could use a good friend right now.

anastasia really is a fantastic liar, but even she can’t pretend her excuse for seeking him out after spotting him in the library isn’t a half-assed one. that she didn’t really give a shit about the psychology assignment they’d been given ( when the other options for her fourth paper were between something to do with human bones or buildings the choice was pretty clear. a bonus, really, if she learned why her siblings were the way they were. ), and really just wanted to be around someone warm who didn’t look down their nose at her. though her roommate had sneered at her that evening, how was your date, the eldest romanov had been firm in her stance that it had just been tutoring at most. studying. and really, her, on a date in a library? as if.

they’d swapped numbers after a few more encounters, you know, just for ease. in case she had any questions about parental cognition, or for late calls that varied from how do you get spaghetti sauce off the ceiling to what were those pastries your mum sent to you called again? it just so happens that they’re both going to lola lo’s this weekend, a happy coincidence ( she’d dropped the name at least eight times that week ) and so out of politeness they’d exchanged a few messages. great, maybe i’ll see you there? i’ll be the one in the corner with the luke warm vodka. she must have been there an hour already, because it’s student night and cocktails are two for one, and so by the time they arrive anastasia is suitably tipsy on watered down cheap drinks. had she been soberer she might not have beamed quite so wide watching him shoulder his way through the heaving bar, heading straight for her the moment he walks in. ever the gentleman he buys her next drink, and ever stubborn she buys the one after. their friends are each casting looks their way, a mixture of abandonment and amusement, and the pair don’t clock it once. far too absorbed in a conversation that had gone from exams to manic families at christmas time. he talks of france and she talks of russia, plans that will never happen are flirted with, of travelling to each where they both promise to show the other around. later she’s pulling him up to dance despite his protests, and when he’s walking her back to the dorms that night after the rest of the group depart for mcdonalds she convinces herself that she’d only clung to his arm because of unsteady feet. nevermind the fact that she’d been walking in stilettos since secondary school and was graceful as anything, drunk or not.

though they’d never agreed a time ( planning to meet up felt beyond the realms of friendship, wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea ), it had become a tradition of theirs to sit together in the library on a thursday evening, after both their lectures had finished for the day. neither would talk much, he would occasionally buy them both a crappy hot chocolate from the ancient vending machine, and when closing came they’d split a cab despite living on opposite sides of town. it’s not planned, but she still feels irrationally disappointed when she turns up that thursday to some first years sitting at their table by the window, and he’s no where in sight. hours pass, her essay is finished, and still there’s no sign. and so at eight she leaves defeated, shoulders in a petulant slump. what could he possibly be doing that’s better than her? or rather who. jealousy curls bitterly in her stomach, made no better by the realisation that friends really ought not get jealous of acquaintances who don’t show up to plans that weren’t really plans at all. by the time she gets outside and is greeted by pouring rain she’s fuming, and the poor man picks the wrong moment to climb from the cab that’s just pulled up. to his credit he takes her complaints like a trooper, lets her rant about how rude it was for him to not even let her know. and then he grins, lifts up his coat for her to slot under and shelter from the rain despite her whining and asks if dinner might make up for it. she says it would be a start.

( later they would find out that his lectures had finished an hour before hers and he had lingered back, whilst she had been rushing from across the campus to get there before he left. )

she’s only known him a few months and already she can’t imagine a time where he won’t be the first person she thinks to call after good news, or to tell him about something she’d seen she thinks he might like on tv. graduation seems to be hurtling toward her, no doubt his masters will whisk him off somewhere far away, and they’d grow apart as all uni friends did. the thought makes her insides twist, the feeling completely different from the one she’d felt the first time she’d touched his hand. perhaps that had been the catalyst behind why she’d accepted this absolutely, without a doubt, definitely a date, date. at the time in her head it had been just dinner. but as saturday crept closer the eldest romanov did as she always did and began to overthink just about everything. even going as far as to ring dmitri who concurred it was most definitely a date and that she really should get her nails done, she’s not a caveman. but despite having gone on dozens of dates, she doesn’t eat all day and has a near meltdown over what to wear. because yes, it’s a jeans and nice top kind of thing, but just how nice a top are we talking? and were heels too far? would white only be a disaster waiting to happen at dinner?

somehow she manages to make it to the restaurant on time and he pulls her chair out for her with the drink she likes already waiting. ever the gentleman, and that shining white knight from the first day they’d met. only when she notes the three times he’s pulled at his shirt collar before they’ve even ordered does her stomach settle, content that they’re both as anxious as the other. by the time their main courses arrive she’s all but forgotten the initial nerves and conversation flows easy as she remembers he’s the same man she’d known for what felt like forever, who won’t judge her for the way she goes at her pasta dish like a woman who hadn’t seen food in days. as the desert plates are cleared away neither finds themselves wanting to call an end to the evening and so she goes along with his suggestion of grabbing a few drinks at the pub down the road. there’s some rugby match, might be fun. hours are spent there, despite the fact that she has no idea what they’re all yelling about on screen, content to share a chair with him ( because there’s just not enough room ) if it means staying with him for a while longer. there’s never been a warmer presence than alexandre, one that made her feel so important outside her family name, who enjoyed her company because of who she was and nothing else. not once did he speak over her, or explain something simple in the most patronising tone but yet he showed such patience with her when there was something she couldn’t understand. going home with him that night doesn’t feel like one of her one night stands, nor does it feel strange after so long of kidding themselves as just friends. they call it what it is, and continue to for years after.

[simaliaroyals]

Character Introduction - The Monarchs

Name: Anastasia Alicia Grace Howard

Place in Succsssion: Monarch

Titles: Queen of Simalia and the Simalian Nations, Supreme Head of the Simalian Church, Chief and Commander of the Joint Royal Armed Forces, Duchess of Richmore

Parents: King William I and Queen Consort Harmony

Siblings: Prince Theodore and Princess Adelaide

Spouse: Prince Alexander

Children: Crown Princess Elodie, Prince Elliot, Prince Ethan, Princess Estelle

Name:Alexander Matthew Phillip Howard-Auclair

Place in Succession: Consort

Titles: Prince of Simalia, Prince of Clifton, Duke of Richmore, Commander of the Fleet

Parents: King Victor III and Queen Consort Clara

Siblings: King Frances and Princess Evita

Spouse: Queen Anastasia I

Children: Crown Princess Elodie, Prince Elliot, Prince Ethan, Princess Estelle

Name: William Theodore Louis Howard

Place in Succession: Previous Monarch

Titles: King William I, The King Father, The Grand Duke of Simalia

Parents: King James I and Queen Consort Alicia

Siblings: Princes Elizabeth

Spouse: Queen Harmony

Children: Queen Anastasia, Prince Theodore, Princess Adelaide

Name: Harmony Victoria Elena

Place in Succession: Consort

Titles: Queen Consort, The Queen Mother, Grand Duchess of Simalia

Parents: Lady Victoria Winter and Lord Edward Winter

Siblings: Lady Melody

Spouse: King William I

Children: Queen Anastasia, Prince Theodore, Princess Adelaide

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— @ofregiums​ ASKED 📱 + alexstasia

what was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

[ anya ]: i need to fly out to la to arrange something for the september issue, i’m sorry  lyubov moya. raincheck date night? i’ll make it super special 💖 💖 💖 [ anya ]: mama is letting me help organise the christmas party this year. can i run some ideas by you please? because i was thinking a slumber party/christmas pyjamas theme, luxury of course, might be cute but i don’t want it to be tacky you know? but i was thinking of a projector with old christmas [read more] [ anya ]: natasha did the cutest thing this morning! she fell asleep in your dressing gown🥺 [video attached] [ anya ]: you have no right going to work that handsome and leaving without giving me a kiss. think you’re gonna owe me tonight... maybe we can put that tie to good use. [ anya ]: no sorry baby, got distracted on the school hunt. maks is having a meltdown over the wedding which? it’s maks right? anyway my mom is stressed out which means i’m stressed out. long story short i need to talk to karina before victoria gets sent to the psych ward. will you help me with it? 💖

what was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours?

[ anya ]: i’m literally so stressed out right now i feel like i just need a break from everything that’s going on. this family can just be a LOT but you know that. [ anya ]: do you ever think about picking everything up and moving to the uk? we were so happy there. everything was so peaceful. we could have that again for nat? [ anya ]: sofia is pregnant and i’m so happy for her. but am i a terrible person for being jealous? [ anya ]: thank you for all you put up with. i know you didn’t sign up for most of it when you married me but i love you all the more for it. [ anya ]: i always saw myself with a big family. tell me straight up. is nathalie our last?

what was my muses last snapchat to yours?

[ snapchat to the alexandre ]: tell me this doesn’t say wife of a hot dr chic? see you soon 💋

what my muse saved your number as?

lyubov moya 💖

what contact photo my muse has set for yours?

what ringtone my muse has set for yours?

your song by elton john

how many times my muse has called your this week?

twelve.

how many calls has my muse missed from yours?

none.

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✵ + alexstasia

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off? a difficult one. alex has the patience to spend hours decorating, but ana has the tantrum corner for sure. probably anastasia. she’ll spend ages trying to make a massive fuss for the kids to remember but ultimately gets annoyed, leaving alex to finish.

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting? i think this could be both. they’re both absolutely exhausted after nat’s first successful christmas, so they just slum out on the sofa with some terrible late night christmas film and before they know it, there goes the whole tray.

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies? ana isn’t one for sitting still and watching any film, let alone a bad one. i think if anyone could get her to sit through it, it’s alexandre. if he played the romance card, she’d be all in.

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas? anastasia. christmas really is her crack. holidays in general she goes all out for so the second halloween’s over then christmas is here. she doesn’t make the rules, just enforces them.

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping? alexandre, because he probably knows that ana won’t stop until she ruins her own surprise, and then she’ll get annoyed for ruining it. it’s the best thing for everyone’s sanity that he gets the wrapping done away from prying eyes. ana, however, likes to personalise all the wrapping like the drama queen she is.

who insists on making snow angels? you think ana is gonna lay in the snow? in that outfit? with a fresh dye job? alexandre will have to literally drag her into the snow. she’ll enjoy it, even though she’ll insist she doesn’t.

who put christmas outfits on all the pets? if they had pets, anastasia would force them into the same matching jumpers they all have to wear for the christmas card.

do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in? literally why even ask when you know they both have to see eachothers family on pain of death. plus, there’s no way ana is not seeing her brothers and sisters on her favourite day of the year.

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers? again. anastasia. though i suspect alex doesn’t put up much of a fight. nathalie on the other hand…

who waits up until midnight to give the other their present? you know what, i think both. i bet they’re stupid cute about it and wait until the kids are in bed when they know they’ll get their last moments peace before the chaos of christmas day, do the kids sacks, and then swap one present. they get to pick which one, ana always picks the biggest.

who insists on hand-made presents only one year? i feel like alexandre tries this every year. and the last time ana gave in, they were still studying.

who puts mistletoe on every door frame? these fucking losers have both tried it. as if they need anymore reasons to try it on with eachother. saps.

who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm? i feel like they both have excellent alcohol tolerance to be honest. but truly… it’s anastasia getting picked up every single time. alex doesn’t mind.

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real? why bother pretending it isn’t anastasia. nat won’t stop crying, did you know santa isn’t real?

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who is more likely to get injured doing small tasks: anastasia. that hoe really shouldn’t do anything. useless.

who worries more about the other: while ana does worry for alex in her own way, she knows he’s perfectly capable of handling himself. he’s a giant, he’ll be fine. i feel like alexandre is more the worrier, especially because he’s away from the home more than ana in modern. but i guess ana should have worried a lil more innit.

who is more afraid about the other leaving them: initially my gut said alex but i feel like he knows she’s all in now, and he’s much more capable of trust than she is. anastasia still highkey worries that he’ll grow tired of her. she still doesn’t really understand why he’s put up with her for so long.

who is more likely to leave (for any reason): look… anastasia is ten times more selfish than alexandre. she would be the first to bail at the sign of trouble. and has. although maybe alex would be the more likely to leave for good… once he’s gone, he’s gone.

who is more likely to drunkenly confess: i don’t feel like alexandre really has a lot he bothers to keep from ana, she’ll wheedle it out of him without the help of alcohol. anastasia is less in touch with her feelings, and needs a bit of a nudge to share how she really feels. alcohol would help with that. but it would need to be a lot. more likely to confess when she’s feeling vulnerable. just bang her.

who is more likely to push the other away (for any reason): i feel it’s obvious, but anastasia. if she’s pushing away then alex should know by now it’s only a cry for help, and she just doesn’t know how to express herself any better.

who picks fights more often: …anastasia, again. she pushes alex’s buttons on purpose to get a reaction. when she’s riled up, his calm and reasonable demeanour only eggs her on to make him crack.

who usually apologizes first: ana ain’t coming out great here. but she is learning! alexandre still takes this one, without a doubt. he’s much more emotionally mature, and probably prefers to nip the bickering in the bud.

who is more likely to withhold their feelings for the other: emotionally stunted hoe. anastasia. likely as a form of punishment sometimes, she loves a silent treatment. but also because she likes to have her cards close to her chest, and sharing feels like a weakness. though alex has managed to dismantle these walls slowly. sometimes i feel like alex might also withhold just to save an argument or spare her feelings, but ana still takes the win.

who is more likely to lash out at the other: literally the only time anastasia expresses her feelings is when she’s lashing out. so.

who gets more jealous: i lowkey feel that alex has the capacity to get jealous, especially because ana is a flirt and a tease ( she likes to know she still has it, and NSFM she likes the sex after innit ) but anastasia gets jealous when alex talks to another woman. mostly because she worries he’ll find someone better for him, oops.

who is more likely to support the other in a relationship with someone else “as long as they’re happy”: ana just isn’t that mature. while she thinks he might sometimes be better off with someone else, it doesn’t mean she’ll be happy about it. so alexandre, but only because he would bow out more gracefully, not because he wants to see her go.