All Hail The Crown ♕

[Solistic]

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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 chuckled of her reactions, for the few simple true words he'd said. His eyes look at the round beautiful brown eyes that accompanied Eun Hye, as if they shined like crystals. "I appreciate the words, Eun Hye" Mark said holding back a bright smile for now. He felt her arm wrap around his, and soon chuckled at her next words. "Thank you for this grace, your highness. I don't believe I have" he said with a smile covering half his facial features. "In fact, I believe I have gotten better skills" Mark joked lightly, but his word spoke the truth. He wasn't very good at dancing when he was younger, but he grew up to be very good at it from countless of lessons from his father. Who has now left him alone in a villa full of heirs. Without Eun Hye he wasn't sure what he would do. As He walked side by side with her to the center of the floor, his feet stopped as he swiftly moved his hand gently onto her waist, As he turned to her remembering the last time he danced with her.

[Seokjinnie]

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

Eun Hye glanced at him with mirth twinkling in her eyes, "Is that so Your Highness? I expect to be impressed by your improved skills." She had always enjoyed dancing and was excited every time she had a lesson or master a new dance. She felt her excitement bubble up, but she kept it contained even though she really wanted to bounce on the balls go her feet. She could imagine her mother's disapproving face if she ever even considered to actually do it. The princess slipped her hand into his and slid her other hand onto his shoulder. She remembered all the times she had danced with Mark to practice for balls such as this. She recalled the times when he stepped on her toes or the times when the teacher had her stand on his feet, forcing the pair to move to the flow of the song together more fluidly. Those days were long gone and now that they had grown she longed for the quiet ballroom where they learned to dance. She let a beaming smile grow on her face as she stared back at him, Eun Hye wish she had the courage to tell him how she felt, but could not find it within herself to do it.

[.edawnie.]

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twenty-two| prince of portugal| marrying germany | tags; monika klein

xxadriane had arrived relatively on time, though not as on time as he had wanted to, and been greeted with the flash of cameras and the buzz of paparazzi. there was never much of a scandal surrounding the prince so the paparazzi loved to try to catch him on a bad day, but thankfully this wasnt one of those days. his mother and father had led him in, sat him down and remained relatively quiet until the korean king had started to talk. adriane had watched him curiously, his eyes occasionally drifting to the korean princess before looking back at the older royal. adriane had failed to notice the tenseness between his parents and next thing he knew, it was being announced that they were to leave.
xxwhile confusion consumed him, his face remained unchanging, years of lessons of self-control teaching him to not react. he simply let his eyes flicker between his parents, questioning them but he got no answer, simply a hand on his shoulder from his father and a kiss to the temple from his mother.
xxcurrently, he sat with his chin in his palm, dark blue eyes scanning the room. he figured that if he was to approach anyone it might as well be his future wife. perhaps she'd know something about all of this and could offer an explanation. forcing himself to stand up, adriane managed to spot the small blond heading towards the drink table and he slowly made his way over, making sure to keep track of the room around him. "princess monika," he greeted, a sweet smile spreading across his features, "it's been a while," he added. while he had been seeing a lot of monika recently, considering they were to be married soon, some time had passed since the last time he'd seen her. "may i?" he asked, moving to refill her drink for her.

[Solistic]

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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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"I don't think, I would've gotten better without you, Honestly." He said quietly and a smile on his face remembering the past of how he practiced dance lessons with Eun Hye when they were little. He couldn't help but chuckle of the thoughts of him stepping on her toes all the time. It some while before he got out of his thoughts. He was skeptical over this whole staying at the villa idea that the elders made on their own, being with Eun Hye made it sound much easier. After all he agreed to come not knowing, he was going to have to stay. Mark had came just to finally see Eun Hye again, and catch up with whatever was mentioned. Once he felt her hand placed onto his shoulder, he waited for a few seconds. Catching up with the rhythm of the music and moved smoothly. He had grown from the much clumsy prince that he was, although in some spots he was still ever so clumsy, perhaps when he wasnt on the dance floor. "At least I don't step on your toes anymore" he chuckled quietly. "What have you been up to these days?" Mark asked while he danced with her. His body followed hers, like it was trained to do.

[Seokjinnie]

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

The princess laughed, "Don't sell yourself too short." She noticed how smooth the older prince now moved to the flow of the music, she was in fact impressed at his growth. She grinned as mentioned stepping on her toes, "My toes thank you for that." Eun Hye looked away briefly as they danced when he asked how she had been sending her time. She wanted to sigh and pout that she sat through meeting after meeting, a few of those being marriage meetings or proposals from other countries in which her parents had immediately rejected. She had been curious at the time of those meetings, but now she understood why. An idea formed in her mind to tease Mark just a little, her smile warmed yet if you looked closely at her eyes they were twinkling with mischief, "Oh you know... I had paperwork, a few classes to attend, marriage meetings to sit through. Apparently I am quite popular, it's a good think your parents put in a proposal quick. Who knows who my parents would've chosen if they hadn't." She looked at where their hands were joined with a small smile. Eun Hye wasn't too sure how if it would work, she wasn't one for teasing others usually, but something her mind deep down wanted to tease Mark just a little.

[velasco]

■ monika klein ■ glad, chipper ■ adriane

she smiled ever so gently, "prince adriane!" she greeted excitedly, glad to see someone that she'd spoken to more than twice. in the room of royals, he was probably the one that she was closest to. "it has been a while," she admitted. as he asked to refill her glass, she extended her hand, glass in hand, to hand it over to him. "thank you," she smiled through her words, "how have you been?" she asked, her voice dripping of sweet honey.

of course, she was always told what he was doing and how he was doing. his parents would tell her own and then it eventually came back to her. she assumed it was the same for him. it was just part of their future marriage. but she didn't mind hearing regurgitated news if it was going to make conversation.

looking at the prince that stood in front of her, she smiled gently. he was an attractive man, and anyone would be a fool not to see that. it'd become apparent that she was rather focused as her eyes were locked to him. as she realized this, her eyes flickered to the ground, rather embarrassed. "did you know that we'd be left here all alone?" she asked, voice quiet and timid.

[jaculus]

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What a perfect doll, Camila grinned as he took her hand. Perhaps he was more adaptable than she took him for.

“Hm?” Camila mused, ushering the prince to sit beside her. “Oh, him. He’s.. well, tonight his name is Sebastián, isn’t that right?” She could see the journalist gears turning in his head, the big bold headlines. “Up for a little interview, Eli? I bet the world is just dying to get to know you.” She flashed him a look, smokey eyes and all as she clasped her hands in her lap. “I know I have a few questions.”

The Brit had never been known for his public image for better or for worse other than a polite smile or two, the same countenance he was carefully projecting now. She wasn’t a fool. She was well aware of her reputation. In one way or another, it too had been sculpted, lovingly so. No doubt, Elijah was wary of her ways, the potential smudge on his unblemished public appearance. “Don’t be a stranger! We’re bound to get to know one another.”


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

[ghostlyhamlet]

-Elijah Louis Windsor-

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

The Brit couldn't help a small chuckle at that before clearing his throat, "well then, it's a pleasure Sebastián," he hummed as he then took his seat before looking at the two, although his expression was a simple one of relaxation, behind it he was wondering why she had called him over and what questions she could have for him. "I wasn't quite prepared for an interview, but I'm sure I could try my best," he said as he sat up with perfect posture in his chair as his brown eyes glanced between the two. Elijah was never the one for small talk, or really talking much to anyone outside his small faction of friends he could confine in, so talking to a journalist and a very well-known, may it be for bad or good, royal was a bit daunting to him, but he was prepared to rise to the challenge.

[Nightsent]

───────────────────────────────────────────────{ lucy grace whitehall }─────────────────
tagged: elijah, ryurik, matteo :::::::: location: ballroom ::::::::mood: uncomfortable

indentx silently studying her glass of water that the waiter had very
kindly gotten for her, lucy felt as though her lungs had collapsed as her mother and siblings got up and left her behind. the
young heir, contrary to her upcoming role, has never been one for crowds. they just feel too suffocating. trying to keep a smile,
lucy got up to look around, meet some people. out of the corner of her eye, the young queen-to-be spotted elijah being pulled
into the spotlight by camila, the trouble-making and paparazzi-adored heir to the thrown of spain. lucy didn’t necessarily not
like the other princess, she just found the girl’s deliberate schemes to be tiring. with a shy wave, lucy carried on through the
crowd. after a few moments, lucy found herself becoming rigid as she set her eyes upon matteo bianchi and her fiancé, ryurik.
lucy didn’t exactly feel ready to marry anyone yet, but at least it would create peace between the two countries. that way the
future queen’s siblings, marie and james, wouldn’t have to deal with war. they could be as close to normal as being in a royal
family could get. back home, whenever lucy got to feeling blue, she would throw on her favorite jacket, put her hair in a bun,
and ride the train into the country and back. seeing the rolling hills and inhaling the sweet smell of grapes that were used for
wine always lifted her spirits at least a little. but there was no train here for her to board. nowhere for her to be normal for a
few hours. so, stepping carefully around the various political ambassadors and news reporters, lucy grace whitehall joined the
two princes for a conversation about who knows what. "hello, matteo and ryurik. may I join you?" the princess greeted them a
bit too quietly. at first, she found herself looking anywhere but at the people in front of her, but it only took a few minutes to
redirect her focus to the other royals. lucy figured she should probably get to know the people she would spend the rest of her
life talking to and negotiating with. that is, after all, how politics work. it's what her life revolved around ever since her birth.

[.edawnie.]

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twenty-two| prince of portugal| marrying germany | tags; monika klein

xxnodding politley as he took her glass, he moved to refill it with the liquid she had been looking over before his arrival. adriane didn't tend to try to be as watchful as he was but he couldn't help it. his father always told him to watch everyone and anything because in a world of politics, anything could be used "as a playing piece". now adriane didn't really think that getting to know his surroundings would ever be something he could use for power but it definitely came in handy when he wanted to bring up something to talk about or, in this case, differentiate which one of the drinks monika had previously had in her cup.
xxhanding it back to her, adriane felt a smile slip across his features again, something inside him feeling better being in the princess' presence. being in a strange place with mostly estranged acquaintances made him uneasy but he knew that amongst everyone here, he had a friend in the german princess. "i've been well. lukas has been keeping me busy since he wanted to learn how to shoot a bow and arrow," he said in an amused tone, moving to get himself a drink. his younger brother tended to be a large portion of what he dedicated his time to. considering most of his days were spent at his fathers side, much to his dismay considering their tense relationship, but whenever he could sneak away, he always spent it with his younger brother. "how've things been on your end? mostly well i hope?" he asked, blue eyes lifting from his drink, the corners of his lips quirked in a smile.
xx"i actually had no idea they'd be doing this," adriane answered, a sigh escaping him and a slight frown forming. he had known that his parents would be bringing him to this event but he hadn't expected to be brought here and then left. it actually really explained why they didn't bring his younger brother with them; lukas would've probably caused some sort of scene, the younger prince not as in control of his emotions as adriane. "i had actually hoped you would know," adriane said with a defeated laugh, the hope that they'd get some answers slipping away. "at least we know each other," he said, tone suddenly turning more content, looking over at the princess with a pleased smile.