( ━━ ⊰ ♚ ⊱ // the monarch )

[final girl]

⟦ eleanor e. armstrong, united states heir ⟧

gender ;; cisfemale // age ;; nineteen // location ;; main ballroom //tags ;; open

“um, are you done?” el asked through the mirror and to the middle aged lady who’d been working on the hair and makeup since eight. it’s clear that she didn't want or choose the women, if el got any choice she’d probably select someone who made her face intelligible. how could eleanor properly display herself for “bachelors” if she wasn't herself? “if that’s what you want.” the lady said it with a tone el was far past familiar with, a sort of way to say "no" without “disrespecting the royal family.” “yeah.” el spoke in an almost monotone voice, mostly to avoid debate, she dropped from her seat and walked out. after twisting her foot on the “family heels” three times el entered the bathroom, removed half her makeup with a tissue (leaving a reasonable amount) and hid the heels behind the toilet. to be fair her dress was long enough to cover her feet and even if someone caught her bare feet it’s not like she hasn’t lowered the standards enough for people to be surprised.

arms crossed eleanor walked through the main ballroom of the castle. a maid had caught her waking barefoot up the stairs and she was “punished” with fancy flats. She stopped at the front door, ready to slap a smile on and greet the young royals.

⟦ augustus windsor, united kingdom heir ⟧

gender ;; cismale // age ;; twenty-one // location ;; xx //tags ;; open

( hasn't arrived at the gala yet )

[Λlpha]

zachary joshua williams
"zac" | australia | male | heterosexual | 19 years | ep: aurelia | crush: open | tags: eleanor (indirect)
─────── location: us castle entrance

zac rolled his eyes as his mother practically pushed him into the fancy horse and cart that was waiting for him. "I cannot believe she ordered a freaking horse-drawn carriage!" he muttered to himself as the doors were slammed closed and the carriage began rattling along the road. this so stupid, what the hell! he looked down at the fancy three-piece suit his dad had ordered him to wear this morning. "ugh, disgusting" zac grimaced. luckily, his mother hadn't noticed him slip his backpack into the carriage. he leaned down and unzipped it, pulling out a simple t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a black hoodie and a pair of converse shoes. he grinned. his mother would freak when she saw him on the news wearing this as he stepped out of the carriage. it took him less than two minutes to change and stuff his horrifically formal suit into the backpack.

zac felt the carriage rattle to a stop and he moved towards the door, ducking his head so that he didn't bang it on the roof. he swung the door open and jumped out, giving the man who was reaching to open it for him quite the fright. he looked around at the crowd gathered at the front of the castle and gave them a smile and a wave. he felt a buzz from his pocket and pulled it out to see that his mother was calling him. "sorry, nope, I'm not gonna wear that" he muttered to himself as he pressed the decline button and popped his phone back into his pocket. zac headed up the stairs and into the entrance of the castle, squinting as he was bombarded with flashing lights from cameras. inside, however, was very quiet. "hello? anyone here?" he called out. he didn't notice eleanor standing there as he was still half-blind from the cameras.

[hysteria.]

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A L E S S I A
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➢ || female || 20
location; gala
role; princess of malta
tags; zac, eleanor (mentioned)
crush; open

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➢ Alessia stood in front of her closet in a fluffy white robe, a towel wrapped around her long dark hair. Her eyes flickered over the various outfits that had been put together as possibilities for the evening, each one as hideous as the last. With a sigh, she began rummaging through the garments, mixing and matching as she pleased. A long while later, she emerged holding a pair of white palazzo pants and a high-necked, sleeveless black body suit. Classy? Check. Elegant? Check. Absolutely gorgeous? An obvious check. Satisfied, Ali returned to the vanity around which her army of maids were clustered. She took a seat and closed her eyes, allowing herself to be absorbed in the hubbub of getting a princess ready for a royal gathering. Alessia adored occasions and any excuse to get dressed up. So, a slight wash of excitement ebbed through her as she opened her eyes, revealing her perfect, shiny dark curls, flawlessly smoked out eyeshadow and luscious red lips. Absolutely gorgeous. The dazzling princess of Malta would not disappoint tonight. Stepping into a pair of red, chunky, open toe heels, Ali stalked to the floor-length mirror for a final survey. Content with what she saw, the princess headed for the door, the flurry of servants following close behind.

The black Tesla Model S was ready in the driveway, engine running. Ali slid into the backseat, immediately pulling out her phone which was, of course, blowing up. The beloved princess of Malta was to wed an Austrian? What a headline. The car pulled smoothly onto the road, heading for the infamous royal gala. The drive over was uneventful, Alessia passed time by scrolling through various social medias, reading various articles about herself. Her matte red coffin-shaped acrylics clicked quietly on the screen as the scenery flew by outside the tinted windows.

The hustle and bustle of the city slowly dropped away as the Tesla approached the Armstrong family castle. All too soon, Alessia felt the car slow as gravel crunched beneath the wheels. She could see the mob of photographers and journalists already lined up outside the doors, cameras flashing. That could only mean one thing, an heir had arrived. A pulse of adrenaline ran through her as she neared the entrance, the great building looming before her. It was time to prove to the world she was more than just a pretty face. The car slowed to a stop and someone rushed to open her door. Alessia stepped out, already smiling captivatingly and waving to the crowd. She knew these pictures would be everywhere for a week at least, they had to be good. She gingerly made her way to the castle doors, careful not to falter on the ever-so-slightly uneven ground. The grand doors opened as she reached them, revealing a huge ballroom within. Without hesitation, Ali walked in, her heels clicking on the polished floor. Inside there were only two others, Eleanor Armstrong (naturally) and Zachary Williams, the Australian boy. It appeared she had arrived right on Zac's heels, as he seemed to stumble around a little, still finding his bearings. With a slightly condescending shake of her head, Ali came up beside him. "Found your feet yet?" She said delicately, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

[jisung]

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xxxxx▹ｙｕｋｈｅｉ ◃ ◃
xxxxx▹yukhei li◃x▹prince of singapore◃x▹tags: eleanore, zac, alessia (indirect)◃x▹at the gala◃◃
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He yawned, extending his hands in front of him until they shook lightly with exertion. His eyelids were heavy with the weight of sleep, his head nodding lightly in time with the music playing from his earbuds. Had he been at home, he most certainly would have been in bed, preferably unconscious. With a twelve hour time difference, the jet lag was going to be painful for some time. The boy leaned back into the seat of the limo, exhaling heavily, eyes closed as the vehicle brought him closer to the American castle.
He woke up with a start at the touch of a hand on his shoulder. He looked up hazily at his stylist, offering a tired smile, feeling soft tugs on his hair as she worked it to her liking. Yukhei was used to these things being out of his control, there was a surprising lightness to letting others make decisions for you that he certainly didn't mind, as long it was about trivial things like his appearance. He smoothed his lapel, bowing his head in thanks to the stylist who was making a quick exit. Taking out his earbuds and stuffing them into his pocket with his phone, he peered curiously out the window, the tainted glass giving everything a dark hue. The Armstrong family castle was a monument: immense and exactly as it'd been portrayed in the media, "cool~" he practically giggled, leaning forward in his seat. Crowds of reporters and fans flocked around the entrance, seemingly very excited by something. The car door suddenly opened, shocking him briefly as the noise of the outside world flooded in. Stepping out, he dusted himself off unnecessarily, a tailored three piece suit hugged his form, black and sleek. Silver hair contrasted with his attire, falling heavily over his eyes, the tips brushing against prominent cheekbones and pale skin. He waved enthusiastically, making a quick peace sign as he made his way to the doors. The large doors opened as he arrived but he still hesitated slightly crossing the threshold, taking in the grand entrance with wide eyes. It was much more western in style than his own home, although that much should have been expected. Inside he could see three figures, servants standing a few respectful meters away. The doors shut behind him heavily, the noise startling him as he jumped in place, a small yelp leaving his throat. A bright blush flared to life across his cheekbones, his gaze quickly finding the floor. "我的妈呀" (oh my god). Yu coughed lightly, trying to dispel the feeling of embarrassment in his chest as he rather slowly dawdled his way over to the portion of the room where the heirs had gathered, bowing quickly to each of the three.

[Consulting_Angel]

Caspari Masséna
22|Male|Homosexual
Prince of Switzerland
Tagged: Eleanor, Zac,
Alessia, Yukhei (mentions)

Caspari was, admittedly, a little nervous for the gala. He'd already been awake for over an hour before his alarm was scheduled to wake him up. But at least it meant that he was prepared - and it also meant that he cared, right? He had to make an excellent impression and make his parents proud - and if that meant having to propose to and marry a princess, then so be it. He was more looking forward to seeing Austria's prince, though... not that anyone would ever know, since he was absolutely certain that he was completely surreptitious about his feelings. No matter.

He got himself dressed into a deep blue suit, with a pristine white shirt and a pale gold waistcoat. Then, he allowed for a maid to apply just the slightest bit of makeup - just to enhance his features, supposedly. Caspari, personally, did not see much of a difference, but it was at the request of his parents. Then, he left, going outside to the waiting fancy car, which would take him to the Armstrong palace, to meet the other royals (including his intended betrothed), and get the gala started.

Upon arrival, Caspari immediately noticed the photographers and journalists, ready to take hundreds of photos at every angle of every royal that would be walking to the doors. He took a deep breath, and released it slowly, just before the car door was opened for him. He stepped out, smiling slightly and his head tilted back just a little. He practically showed off his excellent posture as he walked, glancing towards the cameras every so often, as if to show interest, but he didn't do anything such as wave - he just kept his cool, and exhibited the calm air he always had.

It wasn't long before he finally got inside, and he glanced around to see the handful of other heirs that had already arrived - Eleanor Armstrong, Zachary Williams, Alessia Vella and Yukhei Li. Caspari decided to just keep to himself for the time being, just until more heirs had arrived and he felt a bit more confident that he'd actually be able to hold a conversation in English.

[final girl]

⟦ eleanor e. armstrong, united states heir ⟧

gender ;; cisfemale // age ;; nineteen // location ;; main ballroom //tags ;; zac, alessia

the newspeople had their own intricate unspoken dance, all working in unison in an attempt to get the best shot of the us's future queen. just when eleanor thought she'd break a horse drawn carriage pulled up to the front of the castle and the press were no longer interested in her. australia's heir stepped out of the intricate cart in a not so intricate outfit, el smirked, honestly feeling a little better now knowing that someone is doing worse than her. "hello? anyone here?" zac asked after stepping up the stairs, he was partially blinded by the cameras. familiar. she stepped in front of him and took a hold of his shoulders "hey cinderella, i see the carriage but not the dress." el teased be before releasing his shoulders and waving a hand in front of his face, checking for blindness. alessia stepped up next to zac and started up, el changed her checking for blindness wave to a greeting wave.

⟦ augustus windsor, united kingdom heir ⟧

gender ;; cismale // age ;; twenty-one // location ;; main ballroom //tags ;; open

augustus twitched around the limousine, trying to casually flatten his styled hair. a panic attack attempted to take over his system once his father's gripping hand took over his shoulder. like a baby deer reacting to the echo of a gunshot, augustus's head flung over to cower under fathers probably well-intentioned words. "make me proud, son." his dad always acted as if he knew something augustus didn't or as if he was from the wrong century. it's probably what controlling a country does to you, it's probably augustus's future. "why wouldn't i." he responded and pulled his head down as his father let go. a phrase that could often come off as snarky and cute for others sounded defeated and cowardly for the uk's heir. he wasn't looking forward to this, maybe that's what his father meant, or maybe he really did know something augustus couldn't comprehend. it didn't matter, all that did was making a good impression of the uk and engaging emiko to create an alliance between the countries. pushing down the bad feelings augustus stepped out of the car and down the outside without even thinking about saying goodbye to his father, he wasn't thinking at all, by the time he was in the main hall his knowledge of the last thirty seconds was little to none. but he was inside.

[exe.girl]

ａｄｅｌｉｓａ ｇｉｒｏｕｘ

i. princess of belgium ii. twenty one iii. cisfemale iv. at the gala v. open
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adelisa, whilst generally being in an 'i could care less' mood, still felt the butterflies in her stomach; they'd been there all morning whilst getting ready and refused to leave her alone in her journey. pair that with the overhanging feeling of tiredness and she'd feel even worse- although she was trying to block out her yawning as much as possible. fidgeting with the hem of her short ballgown that was just too red for her tastes, she heard the gentle, relaxing hum of the car's engine come to a stop. she was there.

in person, the united states castle appeared even more majestic than it did in the pictures. all adelisa could do was stare in awe, jaw dropped, for a good few minutes at the beauty of the building, until she was brought back to the real world by a firm clearing of her chauffeur's throat.
"sorry about that," she nonchalantly commented before inhaling deeply and exiting the vehicle promptly afterward. making her way up to the entrance to the castle was nerve-wracking; this was where her entire future would be decided. don't get her wrong, matthias was a really nice person, but did she really want to be shoved into a ballroom with a load of other rich kids for three weeks and come out with a fiancé?

immediately overwhelmed by the sheer amount of reporters around her, adelisa immediately felt a sinking feeling of regret. a small amount of the other royals attending the gala were also dotted around, some making conversation. immediately turning away, she tried to edge away as quietly as possible in extremely loud heels and look as busy as possible with nothing to do.

[Speak]

ａｕｒｅｌｉａ ❀ ｌｕｃｒｅｚｉａ ❀ ｇｒｉｍａｌｄｉ

[gender] female [age] twenty-two [princess of] italy [to be engaged] australia [ location ] main ballroom [ tagged ] eleanor

Phone pressed to her ear Aurelia nodded to the voice on the other end "I understand, yes your highness, I will give you an update by the end of the week." Though her tone was respectful Aurelia's stiff body language made it clear that whoever was on the other end made the young woman uncomfortable, a few more words exchanged, and then Aurelia tucked her phone into her bag. Though she was alone in the backseat Aurelia knew better than to display her emotions, you never knew who was listening. As they got closer to their destination, the flashing lights of paparazzi cameras lit up the tinted windows hoping that to get a shot of the Italian beauty. Classic dark hair, full lips, almond eyes, and slender frame Aurelia was the picture perfect princess, which was why the media vultures were so dead set on catching her with a chink in the armour so to speak.
Gathering the train of her seafoam gown, the Italian princess stepped out of the car and faced the flashing lights of cameras. With her tan strappy heels, Aurelia was easily an even 6'; her hair was soft and wavy combed back from her face. Her gown, of course, was floor length and fell straight down to pool around her feet, the top and quarter length sleeves were illusion mesh with small embroidered flowers of pink blue and gold. A smile on her face Aurelia, of course, stopped to pose for a few pictures her air calm and composed.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Aurelia reached the door and transitioned from blinding light to a dimly lit hall decorated with all the trappings. In front of her were a few recognisable faces and silhouettes but none that she truly wanted to see, in fact, there was only one person the young princess wanted to see, but it seemed she wasn't here yet. Approaching the small group Aurelia dropped into a curtsy, "Eleanor, please extend my gratitude to their Majesties for hosting this event." Rising from her position Aurelia heard her brothers' voice telling her to keep her back straight as he demonstrated looking ridiculous in his pair of heels.

[annxx]

Prince Ezri of Dominica

twenty one || hetero || calibishie, dominica > plane || dishe(s): 3

The Prince let out a large sigh before gathering the courage to get out of bed. He flipped the covers off to the side and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting crouched over with his elbows on his knees while he wiped his eyes awake. Ezri looked at his clock on the wall which read [ 9:42am ]. The party started at two, but he didn't plan on being the first one to arrive. His scheduled flight was at 11 and it takes an average 4.6 hours to leave dominica get to the center of the US flight wise, and if he leaves at noon he'll get there between 4 and 4:30ish and so on. But the party isnt -- you know, lets just move on from this.

The prince walked over to his closet to see exactly what he should wear. He didnt want to go too bold, but yet a traditional black, brown, or blue suit was too...meh. He did however have this yellow suit he hadnt worn yet . He grabbed it by the hanger and walked over to his floor mirror, eyeing it. The color wasn't your usual bright yellow which was good. It was more on the "gold but not quite gold" side. He always loved the fact that that it had the traditional Dominican plaid sewn into it on the inside. Dominicans sure loved their plaid. It'd look so much better without a tie too. But is it really gala esque though? Is it even royal attire? I mean, it's not like I'm going to someone's coronation. It's a banquet for crying out loud. It's just food and other heirs. Ezri thought still trying to visualize the outfit. Once again, Ezri smacks his lips and says. "Whatever. Who cares. If they dont like it, then oh freaking well. Haters' gonna hate" Ezri hung the suit on the rack in the bathroom, went to grab a clean white button down shirt and hung it next to the suit. He closed the door as he got ready to take a shower.

It was now [ 10:33 am ] and Ezri of course was running late as planned. Ezri was all dressed and ready. Ezri walked downstairs to the kitchen to check on the food. Today he's bringing three dishes. The first one, well it's technically not a dish, it's a large fruit bowl filled with dominica's finest fruits from cherries to guavas and coconuts to passionfruit. Then there was Chicken Calypso which is a traditional caribbean dish, but this one of course was made the Dominican way. Then finally was Ezri's favorite dessert, Sweet Potato cake made with coconut milk (weird i know) and pure sugar canes. Ezri thanked the cooks and headed out the door with three of his servants who carried the dishes. A huge crowd of Dominicans surrounded the Calibishie Manor behind a perimeter that the gaurds made. Ezri waved before getting into the black Cadillac his chauffeur Charles had opened for him. After everyone got into the car, they drove off towards the airport where Ezri's private jet awaited. There was a long wave of Dominicans lined up the streets and pathways towards the airport. After a while, the number of people standing outside started to decrease.

It was now [ 11:02am ] and the car had just arrived to the airport. Charles, parked the car a couple feet from the jet and got out to open the door for Ezri and the others. The three servants got out first, then Ezri emerged from the car fixing his suit. "Thank you, Charles. Your greatly appreciated. I'll make sure to save you a plate." He told him. The chauffeur thanked the prince, closed the door and headed back into the car. Ezri walked to the plane greeting the pilot that stood at the stairs. He climbed in, got situated and took out his phone to post a tweet of food emojis as the plane closed up and got ready tp lift off. Within moments, the jet was saying goodbye to Dominica and hello to the Caribbean Sea.

[Λlpha]

zachary joshua williams
"zac" | australia | male | heterosexual | 19 years | ep: aurelia | crush: open | tags: aurelia (indirect), eleanor, alessia, yukhei
─────── location: us castle entrance

zac jumped as someone took hold of his shoulders. "hey cinderella, I see the carriage but not the dress" he grinned, recognising el's voice as oppose to her face. spots still danced in his eyes and he blinked a few times, trying to clear his vision. "trust me, el. you don't wanna see the 'dress'" zac laughed. the suit his mother had tried to make him wear was truly horrific with its clown-like green and gold stripes. his vision began to clear up as soon as el began waving her hand in front of his face, causing him to blink in surprise. el changed her vision test into a friendly wave of greeting and zac heard the sound of approaching footsteps. "found your feet yet?" he frowned at alessia, unable figure out whether the princess of malta was being rude or trying to be funny due to her accent. he shrugged, deciding it was best just not to answer. a surprised yelp caught zac's attention and he looked towards the door to find his little friend, yukhei, whom he hadn't seen in what felt like ten years. though they were the same age, zac had always viewed yukhei like he was his precious twelve-year-old cousin that needed to be protected. "yukhei!" he exclaimed, pleased to see the prince of singapore. he didn't notice aurelia, the princess of italy and the girl he was supposed to marry, until she spoke. he studied her for a moment. she was beautiful, that much was undeniable, but wayyyy too formal. besides, he already had a girlfriend and he wasn't planning to go behind her back anytime soon, even if it was for the sake of his country.