( ♔ . ── the weekend ! ) open/accepting!

[AquilaFuga]

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i. cisfemale ii. france iii. paired with prince of russia
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➵ the princess of france was incredibly anxious, although she refused to show it. coming to a ball to meet her new husband was... terrifying. what if no one there liked her? god forbid her only option was some impolite, classless lowlife. she had packed her bags and left her home to go to the retreat, located on a lovely island. she wasn't quite sure where exactly it was- no one knew, it was classified information. i mean, having heirs to many countries all in one area could be used to an advantage if someone wanted to hurt them. not even their parents knew their location, only the organizer of the event and the security. and there was a lot of security. she was the first to arrive and was escorted to a large, lavish mansion. since she was the first there, she got to choose her room. she picked a room on the top floor. it was quite spacious and had a large, four poster bed that at least three people could comfortably sleep in. colette's tiny frame would barely take up any space. she was very small, standing at 5'3 and weighing barely 110 pounds. there was a balcony with a breathtaking view of the ocean. it reminded her of her family's beach house in cannes back in france. the waves crashing beneath on the rocks were serene and mesmerizing.

colette snapped out of her trance and unpacked her bags into the large wardrobe that was against one of the walls. she took her toiletries into the bathroom, setting out her toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, etc. she gazed up in the mirror, seeing her tired reflection staring back at her. with a quick sigh, colette knew she should probably take a quick nap, but she didn't know if she should because of the other princes and princesses arriving. she didn't want to miss anything, but she was so anxious. maybe i should just rest for a bit... she thought to herself, slipping out of her [removed]outfit and into a silk nightgown, folding back the fluffy comforter and silk sheets and crawling into the bed. closing her deep blue eyes, she let herself drift into a nice sleep.

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i. cisfemale ii. spain iii. paired with prince of italy
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➵ sitting by the poolhouse was nice but it was starting to get boring, especially when juliet noticed a couple who had arrived. standing up, she casually walked over to the two and smiled softly. "if i'm not interrupting anything, mind if i join the conversation? it's been quite lonely out here all alone. i think the french princess got here a while ago, she was the first person here, but nobody has seen her yet." she said light-heartedly, her soft spanish accent was definitely prominent. she figured she might as well try to make a few friends while she was there, alliances were useful and she was quite social so it shouldn't be that hard.

she wasn't sure who she was standing in front of, but by the looks of it, the boy was quite regal. he seemed very formal and even a bit uptight, but juliet wasn't one to make assumptions. the girl was stunning, juliet was almost jealous of her beauty, and she looked to be the princess of india. the spanish princess definitely wanted to form an alliance between their countries, so this introduction and her first impression was important. her parents had raised her to be polite and cordial, so she'd start off like that, but at the end of the day it was a retreat for the teens to get away from their royal lives and meet their spouses under better circumstances than arranged marriages and contracts.

"ah, i completely forgot to introduce myself. my name is juliet valentina moreno. princess of spain." juliet said, her radiant smile making her appear to glow a bit. she was a tan girl with shiny, silky black hair and light freckles on her skin from sun exposure. back in spain she spent a lot of time on the beach, her favorite place. it wasn't uncommon for her to be lounging in the sun and splashing in the waters. her eyes were a shade of pale hazel but mostly green, and they turned even more light green in the sunlight that was shining down through the palm leaves.

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i. cisfemale ii. austria iii. paired with prince of greece
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➵ waiting for prince of greece to be made before i can start posting for her

[Better Dig Two]

||Maalai Khatri||

|| female || india || tags: Abraxas ||

The door made a soft thud as it closed behind her. Maalai looked around the outdoor pool area, curious about it all- but it all looked so pretty. Her dark brown eyes landed on a young male around her age seated by the pool, and the boy looked to her when the door closed. She assumed that he thought it would be a maid or servant. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." she said quickly. She was worried what he thought about her, since he seemed tongue tied. But, when he spoke to her, he seemed very formal- she had never really addressed anyone like that before, so formal like this. He shocked her a bit more when he stood and bowed slightly to her, the only people to ever bow to her before were lower castes. Maalai gave him a soft smile, "Good morning to you also." she told him gently. "It is nice to meet your acquaintance also, Prince Abraxas. I am Princess Maalai, of India." she introduced herself to him. She curtsied for him, since he seemed to be taking this whole thing very seriously.

"Are you the first one here?" She asked him with a gentle smile. "I saw you had a room on the third floor. I chose a room down the hall, the view is amazing up there." she tried to make a bit of conversation. She was never too good at small talk. As she mostly never spoke at home, unless to her siblings or parents. Maalai slowly took a seat on one of the lounges across from Abraxas.

[AquilaFuga]

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i. cisfemale ii. france iii. paired with prince of russia (aleksei)
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➵ the princess of france was incredibly anxious, although she refused to show it. coming to a ball to meet her new husband was... terrifying. what if no one there liked her? god forbid her only option was some impolite, classless lowlife. she had packed her bags and left her home to go to the retreat, located on a lovely island. she wasn't quite sure where exactly it was- no one knew, it was classified information. i mean, having heirs to many countries all in one area could be used to an advantage if someone wanted to hurt them. not even their parents knew their location, only the organizer of the event and the security. and there was a lot of security. she was the first to arrive and was escorted to a large, lavish mansion. since she was the first there, she got to choose her room. she picked a room on the top floor. it was quite spacious and had a large, four poster bed that at least three people could comfortably sleep in. colette's tiny frame would barely take up any space. she was very small, standing at 5'3 and weighing barely 110 pounds. there was a balcony with a breathtaking view of the ocean. it reminded her of her family's beach house in cannes back in france. the waves crashing beneath on the rocks were serene and mesmerizing.

colette snapped out of her trance and unpacked her bags into the large wardrobe that was against one of the walls. she took her toiletries into the bathroom, setting out her toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, etc. she gazed up in the mirror, seeing her tired reflection staring back at her. with a quick sigh, colette knew she should probably take a quick nap, but she didn't know if she should because of the other princes and princesses arriving. she didn't want to miss anything, but she was so anxious. maybe i should just rest for a bit... she thought to herself, slipping out of her [removed]outfit and into a silk nightgown, folding back the fluffy comforter and silk sheets and crawling into the bed. closing her deep blue eyes, she let herself drift into a nice sleep.

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i. cisfemale ii. spain iii. paired with prince of italy (romano)
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➵ sitting by the poolhouse was nice but it was starting to get boring, especially when juliet noticed a couple who had arrived. standing up, she casually walked over to the two and smiled softly. "if i'm not interrupting anything, mind if i join the conversation? it's been quite lonely out here all alone. i think the french princess got here a while ago, she was the first person here, but nobody has seen her yet." she said light-heartedly, her soft spanish accent was definitely prominent. she figured she might as well try to make a few friends while she was there, alliances were useful and she was quite social so it shouldn't be that hard.

she wasn't sure who she was standing in front of, but by the looks of it, the boy was quite regal. he seemed very formal and even a bit uptight, but juliet wasn't one to make assumptions. the girl was stunning, juliet was almost jealous of her beauty, and she looked to be the princess of india. the spanish princess definitely wanted to form an alliance between their countries, so this introduction and her first impression was important. her parents had raised her to be polite and cordial, so she'd start off like that, but at the end of the day it was a retreat for the teens to get away from their royal lives and meet their spouses under better circumstances than arranged marriages and contracts.

"ah, i completely forgot to introduce myself. my name is juliet valentina moreno. princess of spain." juliet said, her radiant smile making her appear to glow a bit. she was a tan girl with shiny, silky black hair and light freckles on her skin from sun exposure. back in spain she spent a lot of time on the beach, her favorite place. it wasn't uncommon for her to be lounging in the sun and splashing in the waters. her eyes were a shade of pale hazel but mostly green, and they turned even more light green in the sunlight that was shining down through the palm leaves.

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i. cisfemale ii. austria iii. paired with prince of greece (sirius)
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➵ the ashen blonde princess of austria was less than excited. she didn't want to be at some retreat for teenagers to meet their future spouses, of course not. her parents forced her to show up so she could meet some random guy and get married and make alliances. however, she had other plans. astoria didn't have any kind of idea of being social and milling around like some kind of middle school girl. she was going to get straight to the point. if a guy chose to woo her, she'd just choose him. at the end of the day, she just wanted to get this over with.

astoria stepped onto the landing as the jet that had dropped her off left. her bags were taken by butlers and maids, to her surprise, and she was escorted into the lavish mansion by at least twelve security guards. jesus, this place is really under wraps. she thought to herself, nearly snorting. she found herself a large room on the third floor with beautiful roman architecture and a huge four poster bed. there was a large glass pane window that showed her the palm trees and the pool. she looked down at a group of teens talking to each other. so far, it was a boy and two girls. she rolled her eyes and flopped down onto her bed, thinking about that night's ball and what she would do.

it wasn't going to be a fun week, that was for sure. astoria had her outfit planned out. an elegant, off-the-shoulder gown made of silk and lace. it was a violet color that complimented her quite nicely. she would have her white-blonde hair pulled up into an elegant, tousled bun and her neck would be adorned with a diamond necklace from her father made of austrian jewels, passed down from multiple generations.

[natasha romanova.]

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cis male ✶ greece ✶ paired to austria

❖ heart and mind heavy with reluctance, surius followed the absurd amount of guards, watching them carry his single suitcase, because god forbid a prince who actually did things himself (a touchy topic, since the prince loved to provide for himself more so than to wait on others). with a wince, the prince adjusted his cuffs along his suit, unused to such stifling clothing. The suit fit perfectly, but the prince hated perfect. to add to it, he disliked the thought of being pawned off to the nicest bride, or fighting with the other princes. The guards dropped surius off inside the main room of the second floor, leaving the prince in a room holding only about four others. He really just wanted to get the night over with, and there wasn't a requirement for social interaction, just for a new spouse to bring home to his parent.



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cis male ✶ korea ✶ paired to ireland

❖ (perhaps i'll start this guy after i speak with her irish other half)

[AquilaFuga]

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i. cisfemale ii. france iii. paired with prince of russia (aleksei)
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➵ the princess of france was incredibly anxious, although she refused to show it. coming to a ball to meet her new husband was... terrifying. what if no one there liked her? god forbid her only option was some impolite, classless lowlife. she had packed her bags and left her home to go to the retreat, located on a lovely island. she wasn't quite sure where exactly it was- no one knew, it was classified information. i mean, having heirs to many countries all in one area could be used to an advantage if someone wanted to hurt them. not even their parents knew their location, only the organizer of the event and the security. and there was a lot of security. she was the first to arrive and was escorted to a large, lavish mansion. since she was the first there, she got to choose her room. she picked a room on the top floor. it was quite spacious and had a large, four poster bed that at least three people could comfortably sleep in. colette's tiny frame would barely take up any space. she was very small, standing at 5'3 and weighing barely 110 pounds. there was a balcony with a breathtaking view of the ocean. it reminded her of her family's beach house in cannes back in france. the waves crashing beneath on the rocks were serene and mesmerizing.

colette snapped out of her trance and unpacked her bags into the large wardrobe that was against one of the walls. she took her toiletries into the bathroom, setting out her toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, etc. she gazed up in the mirror, seeing her tired reflection staring back at her. with a quick sigh, colette knew she should probably take a quick nap, but she didn't know if she should because of the other princes and princesses arriving. she didn't want to miss anything, but she was so anxious. maybe i should just rest for a bit... she thought to herself, slipping out of her [removed]outfit and into a silk nightgown, folding back the fluffy comforter and silk sheets and crawling into the bed. closing her deep blue eyes, she let herself drift into a nice sleep.

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i. cisfemale ii. spain iii. paired with prince of italy (romano)
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➵ sitting by the poolhouse was nice but it was starting to get boring, especially when juliet noticed a couple who had arrived. standing up, she casually walked over to the two and smiled softly. "if i'm not interrupting anything, mind if i join the conversation? it's been quite lonely out here all alone. i think the french princess got here a while ago, she was the first person here, but nobody has seen her yet." she said light-heartedly, her soft spanish accent was definitely prominent. she figured she might as well try to make a few friends while she was there, alliances were useful and she was quite social so it shouldn't be that hard.

she wasn't sure who she was standing in front of, but by the looks of it, the boy was quite regal. he seemed very formal and even a bit uptight, but juliet wasn't one to make assumptions. the girl was stunning, juliet was almost jealous of her beauty, and she looked to be the princess of india. the spanish princess definitely wanted to form an alliance between their countries, so this introduction and her first impression was important. her parents had raised her to be polite and cordial, so she'd start off like that, but at the end of the day it was a retreat for the teens to get away from their royal lives and meet their spouses under better circumstances than arranged marriages and contracts.

"ah, i completely forgot to introduce myself. my name is juliet valentina moreno. princess of spain." juliet said, her radiant smile making her appear to glow a bit. she was a tan girl with shiny, silky black hair and light freckles on her skin from sun exposure. back in spain she spent a lot of time on the beach, her favorite place. it wasn't uncommon for her to be lounging in the sun and splashing in the waters. her eyes were a shade of pale hazel but mostly green, and they turned even more light green in the sunlight that was shining down through the palm leaves.

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➵ astoria was quite annoyed, seeing as there was little to nothing to do. sitting up, she decided she might as well change into something more comfortable. her outfit was a tight dress with a classy coat over top, she was supposed to look classy and regal, but she was actually just uncomfortable. she didn't even want to be there.

the ashen blonde austrian had unpacked her things into her wardrobe and flipped through a few clothes hangers before choosing a simple but comfortable dress made of satin silk. it was off-the-shoulder and short-sleeved with a cutout in the back that tied off with a satin bow. she pulled on a pair of less extravagant heels, still wanting to stay regal-appearing, and pulled her hair into a messy, elegant ponytail.

astoria decided to walk down to the second floor and explore a bit. she didn't quite feel like going outside with everyone else, that was just too much social interaction for her wants. her blue eyes shimmered as the sun shined in from the windows, hitting her in a flattering angle. she walked down the large hallway, her heels clicking against the marble floors.

there was a lounge area at the end of the hallway, so astoria didn't see any reason not to stay there. there were quite a few large, lavish couches and coffee tables for the teens to have comfortable conversations. that wasn't what peaked astoria's interest, though. in the center back, there was a large, grand piano. her eyes lit up a bit and she walked towards it, sitting down and smoothing out her dress.

as soon as her fingers touched the keys, she felt at peace. she began to play a classic, clair de lune, closing her eyes and playing from memory. if anyone else had been around, she wouldn't have dared to even touch the piano, but feeling alone, she decided to play her heart out.

music was an escape for her. she felt as if she didn't need to be pressured by her parents or make decisions that were best for her country at only sixteen years old. when she played, she felt as if she was in her own world. no limits. no rules. no prim and proper etiquette lectures and publicity events with her parents. just the flowing melody of the piano.

she didn't even bother to think about the possibility of anyone else being on the second floor.

[Only_Sky]

𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝒹𝒶 𝐿𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝑅𝒶𝓎𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹-𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓇
--Laural ; England ; Tags: None ; Location: Bedroom

The room was dark and quiet, the curtains drawn and the lights out. Located on the first floor, was the room of one of the princesses, England to be precise, and from first appearance into the abysmal room, no one was home. It appeared void of life, yet the softest breathing could be heard if one listened hard enough.

Frieda's gentle breath came out deep and slow, indicating her lack of consciousness. The English princess lay hidden beneath the several layers of duvets and pillows, cocooned in the pile of bedwear, deep in sleep. She had been one of the first to arrive, and had been quick to snatch a room, not wanting to have to fuss about and pick later on, quite tired and cranky from her flight over. As soon as her two guards had set her belongings down, she had shooed them away and jumped straight into her maroon silk pajamas, and finally crawled into bed for a nap.

When she had first heard word of the retreat, she had been rather positive about seeing the other royal children from across the world. She had not seen several of the royals for a few years, with the war of course, so the idea of seeing her child-hood friends was rather luring, and so she agreed to go on the retreat, which made her parents very happy. The news of the reasoning behind the retreat came later. When she discovered that she would be meeting with a prince with whom she had been betrothed to, unknowingly to her, she had been furious, and made sure to let her parent's know it.

Despite a rather horrendous incident involving the princess and her rather lavishly adorned bedroom, Frieda could not escape the agreement she had made. So here she was, on the island, awaiting the ball where she would meet her betrothed. However, just because she agreed to come to the island, didn't mean she was going to be told what to do and act like a 'proper lady'.

[natasha romanova.]

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cis male ✶ greece ✶ paired to austria

❖ Jarred back into reality at the sound of the instrument, Surius went to investigate. The way she played was beautiful, as his eyes landed on her, he noticed her posture poised and perfect, and began to walk over to her. If she didn't want to be caught playing the piece, Surius noted in his head, Perhaps she shouldn't be playing as loud as she is. As it was, he could easily approach her without her hearing his footfalls.

Once he reached his destination, he leaned against the arm of a couch nearby. Unlike her, Surius lay slouched and uncaring, looking like a man who'd never had to deal with a court before. She sat like she was already a queen, almost as if she were commanding an army, instead of commanding the piano. Surius crossed his arms, feeling the fabric tug uncomfortably around his shoulders, and called, hoping to scare the girl, "You know, most people these days would play a little Fur Elise." He had only the inkling that she was european, though couldn't guess what country, nor her name.



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cis male ✶ korea ✶ paired to ireland

❖ (perhaps i'll start this guy after i speak with her irish other half)

[este11e]

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i. cisfemale ii. france iii. paired with prince of russia (aleksei)
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➵ the princess of france was incredibly anxious, although she refused to show it. coming to a ball to meet her new husband was... terrifying. what if no one there liked her? god forbid her only option was some impolite, classless lowlife. she had packed her bags and left her home to go to the retreat, located on a lovely island. she wasn't quite sure where exactly it was- no one knew, it was classified information. i mean, having heirs to many countries all in one area could be used to an advantage if someone wanted to hurt them. not even their parents knew their location, only the organizer of the event and the security. and there was a lot of security. she was the first to arrive and was escorted to a large, lavish mansion. since she was the first there, she got to choose her room. she picked a room on the top floor. it was quite spacious and had a large, four poster bed that at least three people could comfortably sleep in. colette's tiny frame would barely take up any space. she was very small, standing at 5'3 and weighing barely 110 pounds. there was a balcony with a breathtaking view of the ocean. it reminded her of her family's beach house in cannes back in france. the waves crashing beneath on the rocks were serene and mesmerizing.

colette snapped out of her trance and unpacked her bags into the large wardrobe that was against one of the walls. she took her toiletries into the bathroom, setting out her toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, etc. she gazed up in the mirror, seeing her tired reflection staring back at her. with a quick sigh, colette knew she should probably take a quick nap, but she didn't know if she should because of the other princes and princesses arriving. she didn't want to miss anything, but she was so anxious. maybe i should just rest for a bit... she thought to herself, slipping out of her [removed]outfit and into a silk nightgown, folding back the fluffy comforter and silk sheets and crawling into the bed. closing her deep blue eyes, she let herself drift into a nice sleep.

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i. cisfemale ii. spain iii. paired with prince of italy (romano)
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➵ sitting by the poolhouse was nice but it was starting to get boring, especially when juliet noticed a couple who had arrived. standing up, she casually walked over to the two and smiled softly. "if i'm not interrupting anything, mind if i join the conversation? it's been quite lonely out here all alone. i think the french princess got here a while ago, she was the first person here, but nobody has seen her yet." she said light-heartedly, her soft spanish accent was definitely prominent. she figured she might as well try to make a few friends while she was there, alliances were useful and she was quite social so it shouldn't be that hard.

she wasn't sure who she was standing in front of, but by the looks of it, the boy was quite regal. he seemed very formal and even a bit uptight, but juliet wasn't one to make assumptions. the girl was stunning, juliet was almost jealous of her beauty, and she looked to be the princess of india. the spanish princess definitely wanted to form an alliance between their countries, so this introduction and her first impression was important. her parents had raised her to be polite and cordial, so she'd start off like that, but at the end of the day it was a retreat for the teens to get away from their royal lives and meet their spouses under better circumstances than arranged marriages and contracts.

"ah, i completely forgot to introduce myself. my name is juliet valentina moreno. princess of spain." juliet said, her radiant smile making her appear to glow a bit. she was a tan girl with shiny, silky black hair and light freckles on her skin from sun exposure. back in spain she spent a lot of time on the beach, her favorite place. it wasn't uncommon for her to be lounging in the sun and splashing in the waters. her eyes were a shade of pale hazel but mostly green, and they turned even more light green in the sunlight that was shining down through the palm leaves.

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➵ the austrian princess was completely unaware of anyone entering the lounge while she played. she finally felt at peace for the first time since she'd arrived. although she stayed composed and kept her poised sensibility, she was terrified of the thought of being forced to choose the man she'd spend the rest of her life with at a party, and she only had one week to do it. it was a huge responsibility for her and for her country. she was the heir to the austrian throne and she needed to find a prince who she could marry to unite their kingdoms, and she certainly wasn't looking forward to being forced to interact with others in order to make alliances.

deep down, she thought maybe no one would like her. astoria didn't exactly have a perfect personality. she was stubborn, passionate about her opinions, and ice cold sometimes. it was why she didn't make many friends as a child. the only reason other kids wanted to be friends with her was to leech off of her royal status, but she always saw right through them. she was quite cunning and could be sly and manipulative if she wanted to be, but mostly stayed quiet and off to the side.

the blonde stiffened as she heard an undeniably male voice and nearly jolted, but she wanted to keep her composure. embarrassing herself wasn't something astoria would ever admit to. she hated being seen as weak or anything less than respectable because growing up, she was always the small girl that kids liked to pick on. so as she grew, she began to resent the idea of being thought of as the runt of the litter. at the end of the day, it was always her goal to come out on top, in whatever she did. she was highly competitive and extremely stubborn. two of her biggest faults.

"well," astoria sighed indignantly. "fur elise is overplayed and has been completely clichéd nowadays. if i wanted to hear fur elise, i could go to any children's piano concert and stay there for two minutes." she replied back sharply. her accent was soft but prominent and it was easy to tell at that point that she was european. "i prefer mozart over beethoven anyway." she said cooly.

"clearly i'm not most people." astoria said finally. her voice wasn't sharp but it wasn't soft. it was somewhere in the middle. she wasn't being hostile, but her instincts screamed for her to be. she really needed to get this retreat over with.

[landogate]

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cismale | seventeen | prince of egypt | location - pool | tags - juliet, maalai

abraxas saw the princess curtsy in front of him, he smiled and stood up tall again. what next? what next? abraxas felt like he was stuck in time for a few moments, the princess in front of him was just so pretty, he felt like his jaw was dangling lower than it should've been. "i haven't seen anyone else around before i've come to meet you." abraxas moved around so that he too was sitting back on the pool chairs that were already soaking up the sun. "honestly the views are beautiful everywhere, i've not seen grass this green for a while." abraxas chuckled, for it was true. "or people this beautiful either." the prince said cooly.

moving his head to be facing upwards more, abraxas noticed another young princess approach him and maalai. the prince placed his feet back onto the ground and pushed up from his knees with his hands. "you're not interrupting anything, juliet. just two royals meeting for the first time, which makes it three now that you're here." brax dusted off his hands on his pants and leaned forward to greet the princess of spain the same way he did to maalai. "prince abraxas aton amari, of egypt." this time, when he bowed his dark hair flopped into his face, falling from it's neat confines.

[Better Dig Two]

|| Maalai Khatri ||
|| India || Female || Tags: Juliet, Abraxas ||

Maalai watched the Prince of Egypt stare at her, his jaw hanging a bit lower than it should have been. She had never been stared at like this before. She relaxed back into the lounge, listening to him quietly. "Yes, I bet Egypt is quite different than here." she said, even India was quite different. "Oh..." she murmured slightly when he spoke about her being beautiful. She blushed deeply, "thank you." she said quietly with a soft smile.

The princess looked up as the girl spoke and introduced herself. When Abraxas stood up and bowed to the other royal, Maalai thought she felt a ping of jealousy run through her. The girl pushed it away, smiling at the other royal girl. She had never stood and curtsied for another princess, only princes, so she didn't. "I'm Princess Maalai Khatri of India." she told her with a soft smile. Maalai noted in her mind that the French Princess was here already too, being one of the firsts. Maalai thought about why she was here, to find a spouse, but also to make alliances, and Juliet might be a great alliance.