( ♥. ── ❝ royal heartbreaks ❞ // boop

[☆ marriage maze ☆]

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female - 17 - heiress of china (the bookworm) - outfit - location; the party - tagged;jolie, tyler

"hello tyler!" shuchun grinned, her interaction with jolie serving as a temporary mood boost. "thank you. you also look very nice!" shuchun considered herself to be on good terms with tyler; she knew him around the school as a bit of a goody-two-shoes, always looking out for people and tying to make them feel welcome. while she'd heard other kids complain he could be annoying, she never saw him that way. she was glad for his welcoming attitude; she often felt like an outisder at the school, and it always helped just a little. the few interactions they had had with one another had been pleasant, and he seemed to genuinely be a nice kid.

"oh, we were just going to go inside to the party," shuchun answered tyler, looking to jolie with a bit of a smile before turning back to him. "we were complimenting each other's dresses. she is so pretty!" shuchun's smile shifted into a big grin. her confidence was currently way up; inside she worried how long it would last, but outwardly she decided to just enjoy the ride. "you are going to the party too?" she asked tyler. "we could go inside together." she looked to jolie for her opinion on the suggestion.

[broken*]

name; santiago javier fernandez
kingdom; spain || rank; lone wolf
location; abandoned castle, || tagged; rebecca

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although she was clearly trying to hide it, and her mask did a good job at that,
santiago could see the faint outlines of a blush lightning up the lovely princess' cheeks. he couldn't help but wonder, was she so unused to a man treating her like a gentleman, the way any lady, any woman deserved to be treated? if so, she had been hanging around with the wrong kind of men for far too long. at her compliment to his mask, santiago couldn't help but chuckle deeply, rubbing the back of his neck a bit sheepishly. "oh well you see, funnily enough, around the school i'm kind of considered the lone wolf. so i figured, why not embrace the term at this ball? give myself a bit of a laugh." looking down at her, he awaited her response, but realized she had other things in mind, as she grabbed his hand and 'dragged' him out onto the dance floor. technically, with his size, he easily could have refused her pull, but decided to go along with it. he wasn't typically one for this kind of party, this kind of event, but he did want to enjoy himself and have fun. "tell me, darling rebecca, something about yourself. something easy; what about your favorite movies?" he grinned playfully, spinning her around as they danced.

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[FallingCelestial]

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heiress of egypt • 17 years old • heterosexual • cisfemale • outfit: xXx • location: abandoned castle • tagged: ryan

Kleo rested her hand to her side once more still feeling the slight warmth and tingle of the kiss. " How could I not recognize such a bold accent? " She eyed him noting the pink...or was it purple vest with black shirt and jacket. It had gold and red both decorating the coat. It seemed different from all the others, her gaze moved slowly to the mask and his face. She was quickly drawn away until his dark brown pools. Then the question came, Saint or Sinner? The smirk returned again, " Well I must say that I might be classified as a Sinner but no one is as they seem tonight. " She held his gaze calmly while she slid her hand across a part of her silky dress.

[ryan!]

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xxxxxname egor ryan ross
xxxxxage 18
xxxxxgender male
xxxxxlocation the party
xxxxxtagged kleopatra
xxxxxrole arrogant, russia
└────────────┘ When she comments on his accent he may or may not blush a teeny bit. It's always been sort of a weak spot since there has always been a conversation about it whenever he met anyone new. It's always been something reoccurring in Ryan's life. He enjoyed talk of it, though not negative talk. He loved other accents too.

He noticed her eyes scanning him just like his did her and he wondered what she noticed. His clean shave? Clothing choice? Maybe she'd ask him of it to keep the topic light after the Saint or Sinner ordeal. Though when he asks the question he assumes she'll play dumb like any other girl here, but she doesn't. She doesn't play with it like it's a toy on her tongue, she only answers straight. He likes her more and more by the minute.

"I wouldn't know what to refer to myself as, technically." He stumbles over the word technically but continues on. "Though, when I asked Foster our party boy he said I look like a sinner." Ryan shrugs like he doesn't know what to make of it. "I very well may be, you never know." And there's that smirk again, returned though with something new in his eye. An appreciation for the girl and her ways. Maybe they could be good friends. Ryan hadn't been able to hang out with his old friends in a long time. It was about time he started to make new ones as well.

[belle reve]

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━━━━━━━ "teen hearts beating faster, faster" ━━━

the king eighteen tagged;; chanel


The test was negative. They weren't exclusive. Those were the terms they'd agreed upon, the facts Chanel had seemed more than happy to accept. The terms Foster believed were fact. So, to say he was surprised at the next words to come from the girl before him was an understatement. She lied about it being negative? And not on her own accord- oh o, because of rumors. She kept his own child a secret from him because of what she heard from others, when she could have easily confronted him. You could have talked to me. The words formed in his head, but before he could utter a single syllable, she continued. "It did not last." And in that instant, his heart plummeted. Did she mean what he thought? And the king's mind went silent, just staring back at her icy glare with a blank gaze, gripping at straws as he tried to process the information.

She really was pregnant, but upon hearing rumors of his infidelity- an act they were both fine with- chose to lie to him. He did not even get the chance to imagine his child before it was lost. "So you never planned on telling me," he uttered, face and voice nearly unreadable in terms of searching for emotion. She imagined that telling him would make her feel better? Well, it sure as hell didn't help him at all. She didn't even give him a fair shot. He tore his gaze away from her, trying to figure out some way to reply. Her voice, the hum of the party, pounding of the music all rushed to a point of silence. How was he supposed to feel? Relieved? Hurt? Shocked? Should he comfort her? Yell at her?

The Windsor heir snapped back to the real world as he felt Chanel's weight leave the bed to go return her mask to her face. He was almost set on the idea of trying to calmly discuss it with her, figure out what the hell was going on. But then, then the girl just had to have parting words. "I will remember this when I become queen." Holy hell. Did Chanel just threaten him? One might ask who was brave enough to do such a thing with the king, but the real question was: who was stupid enough? That's when the rushing in his ears began.

When she told him she might be with child, he assured her that he would do all he could for her and the child, that he would try to be a good father. Obviously, the words of others mattered more. Talking it through went out the window. Calmly handling things, trying to be decent was not an option. Oh no, if she so heavily relied on the opinions of others, Foster would just go with their perception of him.

Foster was on the girl's heels before she could get more than a few feet out of the room. "Chanel, baby," he started with a mocking pet name, stepping in front of her. A wicked grin played across the young man's features, much more characteristic of him than the suit he was adorned in. "Don't you think it's a little insane to scold me for not knowing about the child you lied to me about?" His tone was that of if he were speaking to a child. "Or, perhaps the fact that you would be upset with me for being with others, just as you were?" He laughed, sea blue eyes seeming to take on almost an icier shade. "Why, you're so bloody loose it would not surprise me if the child were not even mine." The king pursed his lips, every fiber of his being screaming at him to avoid saying what came to his cruel mind next, as it would certainly cause pain for him and the girl, but it had to be the final nail in the coffin. "I suppose with two screw ups like us, it's a blessing you lost the kid. Enjoy the party."

A wink, and he was off. Now, perhaps a person who was actually sane would have done something different. But that was not Foster. If rumors so heavily influenced such an important decision in Chanel & his life, then he would show that the rumors could be true. An odd way to avoid getting hurt, a way to start more arguments, but a way that felt right in that moment. And now that it was said, there was no going back. Foster made his way past her, ducked back into the room to grab his mask and tie it on once more, and proceeded directly to the bar for the second time that night. The bartender began pouring a scotch as he arrived, but Foster held up his hand to stop him. "Just give me an empty glass and the rest of the bottle, please."

Yes, being in crowds could help him feel better, but with the strange emotions bubbling up inside him right now, it might be safer for everyone around him if he took a breather. So, bottle of scotch in hand, he made his way to an empty room, looking for a few moments to drink and decompress.

[valkyrie,]

( ♔ ) - - ❝ ＲＥＢＥＣＣＡ ＲＯＳＳＩ－ＡＴＨＥＮＳ ❞

─── ( ＨＥＩＲＥＳＳ ＯＦ ＧＲＥＥＣＥ )

( role. bad girl) ( age. eighteen ) ( sexuality. bisexual) ( gender. cisfemale ) ( wearing. [url]x[/url] ) ( location. abandoned castle ) ( tagged. santiago)

the bad girl knew that it wasn't santiago's thing to dance or be out in a party. if it was, then he sure was holding in. with the prince's size, he could have easily refused and not tag along with the small princess. rebecca laughed with he spinned her and then he asked her about her favorite movies. kinda a weird question to ask someone you just meet, but she answered them anyway. "uh, well i like a lot of disney movies. alice in wonderland, hercules, princess and the frog. " not really something a girl like her would watch. of course she had to like hercules, because it's a story based off from her country. however, she was a huge fan of marvel and dc movies; they were interesting and becly would rather be a superhero than a princess anytime. "i also like marvel and dc; i would take a superpower than a crown anyday." the greek princess chuckled and looked at the floor.

[Legend.]

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Did he just call her baby.... how sick can he be? she struggled to find words as he
went on his small rant, her hand curled into a fist before taking a deep breath and releasing her
fist to reveal nail marks in her soft palm. she felt her heart beat faster with every word he
said, his words were like whips, painful but didn't last long. But then he finished with the
last sentence.... anger, sadness all mixed up inside of her as he walked past. She had to
turn to someone but there was no one.... her parents caught up in their own affairs, here siblings
way off better then she is and already preparing form husbands and wifes. She would not
tolerate this....but before she could plan she needed to relax....Taking a deep
breath she smoothed out her dress once more and fixed her posture walking
out into, the pounding music, She needed to find her closest friend.

Swaying across the floor she scanned the room looking....for pietro.

[broken*]

name; santiago javier fernandez
kingdom; spain || rank; lone wolf
location; abandoned castle || tagged; rebecca, foster

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santiago was clearly out of his element here; he was not the most graceful dancer, thanks to his height and absence at many parties; at least, not this kind of dancing. he could ballroom dance excellently, thanks to many events hosted back home that he was mandated to attend. he truly was trying his best not to appear as a fish out of water dancing to this much more upbeat music, and could only hope he was pulling his weight to the extent that rebecca wasn't annoyed by him. as she answered his question, he couldn't help but grin a bit, and decided to share a slightly embarrassing factoid about himself, in hopes that she would not find him weird but more so endearing that they had something in common. "old comics are kind of amazing. i sort of have a massive collection of vintage marvel and dc comics back home, a small portion of my favorites that i brought along to school with me." he blushed a bit at his own words, although hoping it was hidden under his mask. it was then that he noticed something, something not as it should be. chanel and foster had been alone for a decent amount of time, and both had exited the room in ways that made him think something had gone wrong. his suspicions were confirmed when he spotted foster at the bar, taking an entire bottle of something, and then exiting the area to what appeared a more secluded part of the house. taking a step back from rebecca, he bowed gently, releasing her hand. "something has just come to my attention; a friend in need of support. i must go to them, but when i return, just give me a wink if you'd like me to rejoin you.
i understand, if not." bowing his head politely, he turned and headed off, down the same corridor foster had disappeared into. he quickly found him in one of the last rooms, one completely empty, and he slid inside, closing and locking the door behind him, for extra privacy, just in case. he sat down at the other lad's side, slipping an arm over his shoulders in comfort. "i assume you found out about the baby?" he was silent for a moment before continuing. "dont be angry that i didn't tell you, i overheard her on the phone, and knew it wasn't my secret to tell." he gently laid his head on foster's broad shoulder, nuzzling it slightly, trying his best to provide comfort in physical touch, the only way he really knew how.

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[belle reve]

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━━━━━━━ "on the way down screaming" ━━━

the king eighteen tagged;; santiago


The closing of the door behind him did little to drown out the music and sounds of the raging party, but it at least managed to provide a physical barrier between Foster and the rest of the crowd. Half a bottle of scotch in hand, the heir of England fell onto the bed, trying to latch on to one of the countless fleeting feelings zipping past him. He wanted to be angry with her, or to feel hurt, or to want to comfort her. Something. He just wanted one definitive emotion, but couldn't latch onto anything. He closed his eyes, taking in a breath. With someone as social as him, it could be expected he would turn to others for support or a distraction. And normally, that was exactly how he handled things. Any minor upset could be solved with a quick buzz and dirty dancing. But for the bigger things- for example, a child he never knew about- Foster knew how he functioned. He'd already managed to burn a bridge with Chanel, and he knew that if he stayed in the crowd, he would end up punching some idiot out or ruining some friendships. It happened before, so he learned how to manage himself. It was better to find a quieter atmosphere, if just for a few moments.

So, Foster remained there, leaning back on the bed, eyes closed, breathing in and out. He'd managed to calm down by the slightest amount, at least, when he heard the door open and close behind him. He didn't even bother to open his eyes, figuring the person who came in would provide an introduction. He listened as the footsteps, muffled by carpet, came ever closer. As he felt weight next to him on the bed, he finally decided that checking on who came in might be a decent idea. His glistening blue eyes glanced over to find the man he pretended to not recognize earlier. Flashing a half-hearted, lopsided grin, he asked, "Santiago, how are you surviving your first party?" Instincts as the party's host still kicked in. His friend soon reached an arm around him, a recognized attempt to provide physical comfort.

Foster tensed at Santiago's question. He'd known about the baby? How? Did others know? Was Foster the only one left out of the loop? Luckily, before he could think too much into it, the heir to Spain provided an explanation. Foster's gaze focused on the floor before him, nodding slowly. "Good guess." The conversation had barely begun, but it was already walking the line of becoming too genuine or heartfelt. Even with a close friend like Santiago, there was no way Foster could completely open up about how he was feeling- he could barely grasp it himself. "She figured I would be no more than a nuisance as a father. I don't blame her," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. He brought the bottle of scotch forward, pouring some into the glass and offering it towards Santiago. Foster opted to drink straight from the bottle after that, the burn of the amber liquid barely bothering the back of his throat.

"Luckily, we don't have to consider the possibility of actually having a child together." He shrugged, trying to close up the conversation as quickly as possible and seem as nonchalant as possible. He took another swig from the bottle, trying to ignore the feeling of drunkenness beginning to set in. "Seriously, though," he started, "I'm glad you came tonight. You could use a good party." A good topic change, one of his many skills. "I saw you talking to Becky. How was that?

[Legend.]

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She had been searching and soon gave up after a while. Her efforts
to forget foster and this night have not succeeded, taking a deep breath
she made her way to the door hesitant she wanted to leave and go to the comfort of her
home. She opened the door and walked outside into the cold evening, making her way
to the limo waiting outside, her butler opening the door for her she hesitated looking
back at where the dance was taking place, before turning and ducking into the
black car.

When she got home she wasn't surprised to see her parents were gone, she made her way upstairs
and into her bedroom where she changed into her pj's, laying down in her bed she stared at her ceiling
for a few seconds before burying her face in her down feather pillow and crying herself to sleep, her muffled
sniffs vanishing as her eyelids closed and she fell asleep.