All Hail The Crown ♕

[BurnedOut]

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xxMark Tuan 🔹 24 years
xx🔹Crown Prince of Taiwan🔹
xx🔹Location: Ballroom🔹
xx🔸Tagged: Eun Hye🔸
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Mark tilted his head and shook his head slightly. "Not really, I've only heard over them talking a few times. So, I'm not really sure what's going on but it seems you don't either... I wonder what they have planned.." Mark said curiously. He looked over the Ballroom seeing the royal heirs pretty much scattered everywhere. Mark glanced down with the movements below looking at her hold out her hand. He took her hand with his and nodded. "Days pass too quickly when your working with countless of stacks of paper. I am happy to meet you again." He said with cute smile. He enjoyed Eun Hye's company so his smile was true and innocent. "You look amazingly beautiful" He added as he looked at the rose gold colored dress. Mark had held back a silly childish hug from happening, especially around so many others. His shyness kept his from doing so, yet he was still happy to be standing in front of Eun Hye.

[a. seemanni]

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CROWN PRINCE OF ITALY | TAGGED; RYURIK | MOOD: UNENTHUSED, TENSE

Impatient with himself, Matteo tipped the glass back, setting it down and standing in one fluid motion. He scanned the room casually. Thrown in was a pause to wink at Camila and mouth 'I'll be over in a minute,' having caught her eye. Then he crossed the room to Ryurik, who he'd spotted roving around, just as seemingly lost as he. The bird pins seemed to possess him, the Italian crown light on his feet, and in a moment he'd merged paths with the taller man. "It looks to me, Khilkov, that no one here is as lost as you and I," he mused, probably seeming as though he'd just materialized there suddenly. Everyone he recognized was busy mixing or cementing their reputations with the adoring public before they were shut away for a month, and he supposed he was doing the same, trying his best to seem sunny despite the argument that anyone in the immediate are had definitely witnessed. Fabiola and Paola hadn't come, likely because they would have warned him ahead of time, but he caught a glimpse of his stepmother's retreating back. Good riddance. "I'm Matteo, of Italy. Pleased to finally meet you. I've heard a lot."

[Seokjinnie]

XXBAEK EUN HYE | P R I N C E S SXX
female ♕ 20 years ♕ // Crown Princess of Korea ♕ Ballroom ♕ tags; Mark | ♕

Eun Hye chuckled softly and nodded, she had lost track of how many meetings she had to sit through in the past weeks nor how many she needed to keep track of yet she knew that she would remember their names. Her heart fluttered when he took her hand and shot him an affectionate smile, "I am happy to see you again as well, I had begun to miss you." If she hadn't been in a room full of people perhaps she may have blushed or avoided his eyes, but she kept her composure and her eyes stayed on the prince. She beamed as he complimented her, her eyes scanned what the man in front of her was wearing, he looked as handsome as he usually did, "Thank you Mark. You look quite handsome yourself." When her parents had sat her down the day before and explained to her that she was to be wed to the Taiwanese prince, she had been surprised and pleased at the same time. She couldn't exactly say when her crush on the older royal had begun, but she had realized what her feelings for him meant by the time she was eleven years old. As she usually did she kept it to herself, she was unaware if Mark knew or even shared her feelings. Her eyes shone brightly and she tilted her head realizing that the music was still playing, "Would you perhaps want to dance with me Your Highness?"

[meetpluto]

CATRIONA BOYLE
Crowned Princess of Scotland●21●female●tagged: Open●Ballroom

Catriona sat in the car aimlessly listening to her brother go on and on about how she must act tonight. She rolled her eyes staring out the window as she saw the castle on site. Her nerves began an epic frenzy thinking of how she will see people she once knew and among other things. She also would see her future husband, how she felt her stomach drop and the need to spurge out the contents onto the limo floor. She used the back of her hand to hide her mouth as she tried to focus on not doing the very thought she had before. She looked up again seeing the castle in front of her, the car door soon swung open freeing her from the machine that transported her to her timelessly fate. She sighed as she was given a hand to help her out, she took the hand feeling the warmth of a human being. She gave her a polite smile and got out thanking the gentleman as she took notice of the many people there. She held her chest up not showing her fear as she waited for her brother to come to stand next to her. He offered his arm which she took as he accompanied her up the grand stairs. Each step made her anxious and want to run but her brother would just pull her back so that plan wouldn't work. She kept on walking until they made it to the stop becoming bombarded by reporters, it was there some began asking how she was and what she thought of her brother as the king. She kept her blank face as her brother escorted her along, though inside she wanted to fall down and cry. They made it into the grand ballroom with many mingling and becoming fancied with each other. She felt odd in a dress among these people it had been so long she felt the stares of some upon her, she tried to ignore them and stand strong but she could feel it slowly fading.

[velasco]

■ monika klein ■ uninterested ■ none

monika furrowed her eyebrows at the news of their parents leaving them. she simply shrugged, taking it all in. she didn't mind being left alone with the rest of the royal heirs; they weren't all that bad. swishing the liquid in her wine glass around, that she made sure was not wine, she looked around the ball. she didn't talk to the rest of them all that much; as kind as she liked to think she was, she wasn't one for talking to strangers. playing with the ruffles on her pink dress and admiring her rose gold ring on her nimble finger wrapped around the fragile glass.

as her eyes wandered around the room, she took note of what everyone else was doing. some were talking to each other, others were doing the exact same as her - lurking. the crown princess of germany was completely and utterly uninterested in this ball, not to mention the people she hardly talked to. some would say she was cold, she'd say she was just being reasonable. did any reasonable human being want to talk to those they didn't know? it made her anxious, especially when she'd be the one to approach someone.

her eyes landed on matteo, a prince that she respected. maybe she could talk to him? as her eyes shifted to the man he was talking to, she shook her head softly. she'd never been a big fan of ryurik.

as she sipped the last drop of the cold liquid in her glass, she looked down into it. sighing softly, she headed to get another drink.

[ghostlyhamlet]

-Elijah Louis Windsor-

twenty-one || cismale || Crown Prince of Britain || homosexual || engaged to Scotland || tags; open

The young man had arrived early to the event, but many did not notice him at first due to him
staying to the side of the room, quietly observing the growing crowd of young royals and families.
As he scanned the room, he had a ghost of a smirk on his face as he noticed the magazine royal,
Camila make a target of a journalist. At least she can still be herself, he thought to himself as he
watched the scenes before him unfold. He was dressed in an all black formal suit, a symbol of
mourning of the incident that was still fresh in his mind, despite it taking place roughly a year ago.
Looking around, he caught glimpse of his future wife...what a wording for him. A wife. Never in a
thousand years did he think he would be forced to take a wife and lie to the whole world, just for
a political move between countries. Sighing he then decided that he would try and mingle with
some of the other guest.
Soon he was known around the room for just arriving, although only Elijah and his family knew the
truth but he kept up his quiet, polite, and seemingly boyish attitude that he was known for. After
making a large group laugh about a funny story he told, he excused himself from the party and went
to look for others to go mingle with.

[jaculus]

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“So, do tell me about yourself.” Camila gently tugged the rather handsome journalist away from his little entourage, arm entwined around his and headed towards a table. She let her gaze wander, mostly looking for the other royals as she glazed over whatever words his rather bland and monotonous voice was producing.

Taking a seat, the Spanish princess leaned close to the man. Ever so slightly, the chatter in the room rose as people threw furtive gazes at her, tugging of the sleeves and dresses of the companions at the sight. "Where is her fiancé?" It was all too amusing, small actions producing such a noise. Whenever it was appropriate in the man’s story, Camila gave a sympathetic tsk, a grunt of acknowledgment, an abundant laugh. She had no idea what he was saying. She then caught the wink of her betrothed and a genuine smile broke on her face. ”I’ll be over in a minute.” He was a good, good man. She would have to do something about that.

In the same instance, Camila locked eyes with the royal Elijah. She still had no idea what to make of him, and now was a perfect opportunity. Hushing her company, she beckoned him over to their table with a curl of her index finger.

She turned her attention to the journalist for a rare moment. “How would you like meet one of my dear friends?”


▸ country kingdom of spain ▸ location the ballroom ▸ tags elijah

[BurnedOut]

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xxMark Tuan 🔹 24 years
xx🔹Crown Prince of Taiwan🔹
xx🔹Location: Ballroom🔹
xx🔸Tagged: Eun Hye🔸
xx🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸
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Mark admired Eun Hye for her gentle personality yet proper actions, she was truly a work of art. He always loved her but with all the things going on, the thoughts of her helped him. He was never able to tell her he liked her, since he would assume publicity would be having fun with it. Plus now there was a chance to know how she felt about him. Although he was nervous to hear how she felt about him. "As am I, Its great to see you again, this is slightly weird but-" He got closer to her ear and whispered the rest. "I never missed you cause I kept you on my mind most of the time" he whispered backing up again having a cute smile still on his face, which rather lasted longer than usual, if he was in front of anyone else. "Thank you, From the many people who were here and said that. I'd only believe your words" he chuckled softly. "Generally, the man says it like so." He said with a chuckle before holding his elbow out. "May I have this dance with you?" He asked, his eyes falling onto Eun Hye as his charming personality showed more. He tended to act much more proper and polite around the public or avoiding bad journalists, since they always took chances to start something. He held back a cheeky smile and listened to the classic ballroom music playing.

[Seokjinnie]

XXBAEK EUN HYE | P R I N C E S SXX
female ♕ 20 years ♕ // Crown Princess of Korea ♕ Ballroom ♕ tags; Mark | ♕

Eun Hye’s eyes filled with shock, the shock allowed for her composure to slip for just a short moment. She let out a quiet giggle before glancing up at Mark with a raised eyebrow. She smiled at him with affection clear in her gaze, “You are always handsome though so tonight is no different from any other.” His charm had begun to get to her as she took his elbow, “Of course you may. I don’t believe we have danced together since we were preteens, this shall be interesting. I’m sure you have kept your skill.” Eun teased with a soft smile as she walked side by side with him towards the middle of the floor. Her eyes darted over to the press, they hadn’t left yet. She knew soon they too would be gone and all of the royals would be alone together is this large villa.

[ghostlyhamlet]

-Elijah Louis Windsor-

twenty-one || cismale || Crown Prince of Britain || homosexual || engaged to Scotland || tags; Camila

As he scanned the room again, he paused when he caught the eye of the princess, Camila. His smile faltered for a millisecond before his easy smile reappeared as he started to walk towards her, dipping his head to the journalist that was seated across from her. As he eyed the two slyly, he couldn't help but wondered why she had called him over in the first place, but he did not let his confusion show as he then held his hand for hers before kissing it softly in greeting, "Princess Camila of Spain, it's a pleasure to see you here," he said smoothly as he then released her hand before glancing at the seeming starstruck journalist, since it's rare that they can even get the royal to speak, "would you introduce me to your...friend here?" Elijah asked as he gave the two a small, polite smile.