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- - - - -The last thing Sophie wanted to do was inconvenience anyone. This was at the forefront of her mind throughout the quiet ride from the airport to the school. She'd helped to pack most of her things into the trunk, not wanting to burden the man her family hired with her many, many belongings. She liked to be prepared. On top of that, she already felt like she was a bit much, given that she'd gotten special permission to bring her dog with her. Nova was quiet, easy to travel with, and very well trained, but it was, apparently rather unexpected, based on the look on the man's face.

- - - - -Her chauffeur didn't ask any questions, seemed the quiet type, not unlike herself. She thought it best to stay quiet, save for the cordial thank-yous and polite smiles. Nova curled up by her side, falling asleep as Sophie spent nearly the entirety of the ride reading a book in the back of the car, looking up every few minutes to see that nothing had gotten uncomfortable. That, and the quell the nausea she always felt while reading in a moving car. But A Clash of Kings wasn't going to read reread itself and she needed something to do that was going to make her presence as easy to deal with as possible.

- - - - -Luckily, they weren't on the road for too terribly long before they arrived at the school, which was much more glamorous in person. The pictures she'd found online didn't quite do the campus justice, she noticed. And an image
from a Google search would never be able to accurately represent how massive and beautiful the buildings were. Sophie didn't know much about architecture, but if she did, she'd probably have a lot to say about the complexity of the exterior of the residence hall alone. She wasn't used to such luxuries. Sure, she was a princess, but the Canadian monarchy tended to keep things a little more humble than some of the older, more extravagant nations being represented in this school.

- - - - -Regardless of how suddenly out-of-place she felt, she unloaded everything she could from the car, her chauffeur being gracious enough to help her with all of her stuff. She and her chauffeur struggled to carry all of her things from the car, into the building, and down the corridors. She made it to her room, Nova by her side, not quite sure of what to expect on the other side. She knew that, based on what she'd seen so far, the room was likely going to be luxurious and easy to live in, drastically different than what one would expect from a typical college.

- - - - -However, perhaps more daunting than that was the idea that she would be living with a roommate. It wasn't that Sophie couldn't handle social interaction or that the idea of living with another person was a bad one. Her fear was that she was going to be stuck with someone that didn't like her --- maybe someone extremely stuck up or intent on manipulating people. Or maybe someone who doesn't like dogs. That would be a nightmare, one she wouldn't be able to escape without horribly upsetting her parents.

- - - - -She held her breath, opening the door and quietly walking into the room. There was a girl there, one small in stature with soft features and dark hair. Her roommate, she assumed. According to the letter she'd gotten before leaving for the school, her name was Coralline and she was a French princess. The girl was fiddling with what looked like artwork -- very good artwork, she might add -- and organizing it. "Oh, hello," she said softly, giving the girl a warm smile. But Coralline seemed very, very focused on whatever she was doing. Sophie made her way to the other bed in the room, setting her stuff down. Her chauffeur followed suit before leaving at Sophie's dismissal.

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louis james montgomery

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▪︎●age. 21▪︎nation. england▪︎loc. dorm▪︎tags. athan

●Louis stared past the vehicle's tinted windows, watching the world whir past in a swirl of blueish gray. His fingers fidgeted, itching for something to occupy them. He hadn't dared to bring any tea with him for fear of staining the luxurious upholstery he rested upon and was mildly regretting that decision. Although he wasn't necessarily nervous, he was uncertain and the prospect of residing with the royals of other countries didn't thrill him. It would be a constant game of trying to keep information in and showcasing a polite smile while simultaneously attempting to learn for his country. He simply hoped that he wouldn't let a piece of information slip that could be potentially used against them in the future.

The feeling of something cold and wet on his hand jerked him out of his reverie and he glanced down to see his corgi puppy watching him with wide eyes. He let out a squeaky bark when he saw Louie's eyes on him, his short tail blurring behind him. The prince couldn't help but chuckle and give the puppy a scratch behind the ear. Yankee was the only request he dared to send in; he didn't care about where he slept or what he ate as long as his companion was with him. He was grateful that the academy had accepted his request considering that Yankee was still a puppy, but he was sweet and surprisingly obedient. Still, Louie nearly laughed when he saw the driver's face. Even now, every now and then, he could see the chauffeur's nervous eyes glancing between the curving road ahead and the puppy in his lap.

The car began to noticeably slow as they arrived at the academy. Louis watched as a building emerged through the trees, much larger and more grand than he had initially imagined. Perhaps he wouldn't feel too out-of-place here, with its delicate architecture and details. He unlocked the car door and stepped outside without giving the chauffeur the chance to do so, letting Yankee hop out before shutting the door. The driver quickly unloaded the prince's two suitcases from the trunk, holding up a miniature case with a puzzled look. "Ah, that would be Yankee's," Louie cheerfully said, plucking the case from the driver's fingers and crouching to let the puppy carry it. Leaving the bewildered driver behind, Louie grabbed a suit case in each hand and strolled towards the school. "Cheers," he called over his shoulder, letting the driver know that he most certainly did not want an escort too.

As he walked up the stairs and through the intricate corridors, the prince was interrupted by a slight girl with soft features, although it was difficult to see her face as she kept it carefully angled towards the floor. "If you would follow me to your room, your highness," she but whispered, making him strain to hear. "Oh, call me Louie," he started off casually, making her glance up in surprise. He had never really been formal with servants; they were there to help and he hated the thought of brushing them aside. After all, he would much rather be friends than a commander, as strange as that sounds coming from a prince's lips. Without another word, the girl nods and briskly leads him through the corridors, presumably to his room. They arrived rather quickly and Louie smiled his appreciation to the servant before entering.

Inside, he was greeted to a modest but luxurious room, a blank canvas to personalize. A man was already there, and Louis realized it was one of his two roommates. "Hello there," he greeted him as he set his suit cases beside one of the unclaimed beds. He gave a politely friendly smile as he held out his hand to shake. "The name's Louis, or Louie if you'd prefer, and this is Yankee," the fair-haired man introduced himself, crouching and picking up his puppy with one arm. Keeping his gaze on the corgi, he explained, "Yankee is friendly and obedient so I assure you he won't cause any trouble." Returning his attention to his new roommate, he cocked his head. "So, are you Athan or Adrian?" He asked curiously. The list he had memorized earlier only had those two names and nothing else; no surnames, no nations, absolutely nothing. This shot in the dark didn't thrill him. He knew nothing about the people he would be living with for the next couple of months.

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[ princess of england ] ⋆ [ twenty-two ] ⋆ [ the grande dame has arrived !! ] ⋆ [ taggs: cami ]

sorting out her outfit of the day, the english princess lifted up a gorgeous red dress. the dress would compliment her figure, plus it was very comfortable. peggy grabbed the dress, entered the restroom, and switched into her outfit. it was a take back from her brown louis vuitton pajamas. The maid made sure the princess was okay; her maids were rather nice to her. she didn't have to worry about them, or really, anyone on her plane. margaret was showed the shoes laid out for her. in order to keep her outfit in sync, she selected the most simple ones. the classic black red bottom heels. "how far are we?," peggy questioned the head maid as she slipped her heels on. her hands rested on her lap, giving each her a curious look.

her father seriously wanted her to attend alexander's school for monarchs for a while now. actually, five years ago when she began to love money. each some newspaper believed she'll put them in debt. she couldn't blame them, but why not spend it? most of her money was sent to charities or local causes. an outfit or two wouldn't hurt her parents' fortune. after seconds of thinking, the head maid replied, "only a two more hours, your highness." she then left peggy to herself and her thoughts. peggy hasn't actually been around plenty of royals, let alone more than three. she was never the talker, her sisters did most of the job. you better make this work, peggy. you can't become queen with no friends. of course, enemies are interesting, but not best suited for the queen of england.

the english princess stood up from her bed and roamed around the bedroom. she ended up at the window; her eyes scanned the scenery down below. it wasn't as beautiful as her country, but she wasn't bias. all kingdoms were beautiful in their owm way, you really just needed to pay attention. peggy would often visit her mother's home country, india. she loved the culture. hopefully this new school will broaden her vision on how a kingdom should be lead. two hours later, peggy was escorted off of her jet and into a car. her luggage stored in the trunk; she probably took more than needed. it was clear that she knew it.

within an hour or so, they were finally arriving at the school. her brown eyes twinkle at the charming building. the princess stepped out of the car, opened the trunk, and pulled out all of her luggage. she carried two suitcases, a duffle bag, and a extra bag for her technology. "can you hold this, please?" peggy asked one of the maid waiting. she gently handed her the technology bag. don't let this woman ruin my stuff, she thought to herself. they entered the school full with courage.

a maid talked to princess margaret as they traveled to her room. apparently, there were going to be two other royals in the room. oh well, someone she could talk to. sighing, she pushed her curls to the left of her head. the room was already occupied by someone. she knew it was one of the princesses. peggy opened the door to see a singing princess; the english princess grinned slightly, "i'm assuming you're one of the disney princess i'm bunking with," she guessed. sitting her bags by the bed closest to the door, peggy sat on her bed, "i'm margaret chandler, but you can call me peggy. it's simpler to say." grunting at her heavy duffel, the princess packed up her best shirts and bottoms. underneath was a case of jewelry which she never leaves without. "are you ready to start? i mean, i'm not exactly happy, but as long as it makes my parents less pressuring, then i can't wait."

[Legend.]

𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘌 𝘊𝘈𝘐𝘜𝘚 !! -> Tags: open

Cora was quietly organizing her tools when she heard soft footsteps enter the room, oh goody a roommate….or that clingy maid. Hearing a softer “ oh hello”, she assumed it must have been a roommate as the maid seemed to be mute. Lifting her head she glanced over at the other princess who was already at her bed. Taking a break from her organizing she cleared her throat and spoke up. “ Hi there” she spoke, her accent lingering a tad.

She then climbed on her bed while waiting for the other girl to reply and started to fold her clothes, before placing them in the dresser not to far from her bed. Now all that was left was her art supplies, which she left for later and walked over to the other princess, before promptly sitting on the edge of her bed.

“ So, do you speak français?” She raised a brow awaiting the girls response. Most canadians she had met did. Her family often made trips there but she never remembered meeting the royal family. “ It’s fine if not, i’m just wondering….it’s always fun to talk a little crap, and no one understand you? Ya know?” she laughed slightly glancing at the other princess. Then she realized that sounded shady, “ I mean i don’t do that often…” Cora smiled sheepishly before hopping off the girls bed. [/b] “ Sorry i’m really bad at first impressions”[/b] The princess rubbed the back of her neck nervously, she hoped she didn’t
Make a bad impression on the princess.

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𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘈𝘚 𝘉𝘙𝘜𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘓 !! -> Tags: Tiberius

Lucas watched as more and more royals wandered in, smiling at all the new faces. Hopefully he could make some life long friends which would certainly help in the future with alliances for the countries they would someday run. Or it could go totally bad and run relationships forever causing new enemies, Lucas shook his head trying to shake the negative thoughts away. The stress of ruling was already getting to him and he hasn’t even sat in the throne yet. Before he could make his anxiety any worse another royal approached him.

Lucas looked up from the entrance and took in the boy introducing himself, he was quite attractive and certainly had the “ french look” with his dark hair and seducing features, why were the french so attractive, it wasn’t fair. He had only recognized the french prince from the news. He was the popular one of the two french heirs, or it seemed like that as The girl always seemed to stand slightly behind her family whenever they were on tv or even just pictures.

Smiling the belgium prince shook the boys hand, before returning it to his side and quickly introduced himself. “ Prince of Belgium, Lucas” he cringed inwardly at the formal greeting, before quickly remembering they were roommates or at least that’s what the small piece of paper told him. “ I believe were roommates! Our rooms just down the hall, it’s very nice for a dorm…. I could show you the way if you want?” The small prince smiled even wider if that was possible, hopefully Tiberius wouldn’t find him annoying, he did hear the french could be judgemental….maybe he needed to tone it down, but then he got the urge to hug him. Not now!
He told himself. Lucas was quite the hugger it ran in his family.

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athan + louis
He was rummaging through his things, making sure he packed hygienic items as well. Surely the school would have supplies, but he didn't want to embarrass himself on the first day by begging for shaving cream. Clothes were piling on top of one another, piles that would be sorted in just a moment. "Ah!" he said, fishing out a separate bag of toiletries and cosmetics. He placed those in the bathroom and got to work putting away the rest of his things. The young prince even hummed a tune while doing so.

Athan heard the door open and set down the pair of running shorts in his hands back down on his dresser. He turned to see a pale, platinum blond man and a very cute puppy. He did not look like any Adrian he'd ever seen before. The Greek grinned. Then, of course, the other royal had to shake hands. And it would be impolite to play it off with a fist-bump. With ginger movements, he shook the blond's hand and hoped the shakes could be played off as just a relatively rushed handshake. "Athanasios Tzavaras, prince of Greece. Athan is fine, though," he returned Louie's greeting. Releasing the shake, he stooped down to get a closer look at the puppy. A little, pure, corgi. The perfect addition to any room. "What is he, like an emotional support animal? That's cool." The prince added the last sentence with haste. Some people did not take too kindly to being asked such a question, despite Athan's opinion that it was a valid inquiry.

As to take the edge off such a question, he stood back up and looked away from Louis. "Where are you from, Louie?"

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⇉ [ location : dorm ] [ age : twenty ] [ nation : canada ] [ tagged : cora ]


- - - - -Nova was excited to meet the new roommate, it seemed, since the muscular little terrier was wagging her tail, approaching the poor girl with more enthusiasm than she should have. The dog sniffed at the girl's shoe before looking up at her. Sophie wanted to giggle -- under normal circumstances, she would have -- but she didn't know about how this girl was going to react to a dog. So, instead of being excited, she grabbed for her companion, scooping Nova into her arms and holding her away from her roommate. "I'm sorry about her," she said with an awkward grin. "Nova doesn't meet many new people. She gets excited. She's friendly though, promise," she added quickly. She always felt the need to emphasize how good Nova was, since she was often classified as an aggressive breed.

- - - - -"I'm Sophie, by the way," she said, quickly setting her dog down on her bed next to her bags. She looked over to the French princess, noting that she was being sort of awkward in communication. Sophie didn't judge though. She was awkward from time to time as well. It also aligned with what she'd noticed when researching the girl online -- which was minimal, by the way -- in that there wasn't a whole lot of information about her. She always seemed to be just beyond the focus when anyone discussed the French royal family, unlike her brother, who was at the forefront of almost everything. "Is that all your artwork? I mean, did you paint it yourself? It's wonderful, truly," she said with a smile, trying to make polite small talk as usual.

- - - - -She nodded enthusiastically when the princess asked if she spoke French. "Oui," she said promptly. "The Québécois dialect, of course," she added quickly. There weren't many differences between the two distinctions, but she wanted to make clear that she wouldn't be up-to-date on Parisian slang or anything. She laughed a little bit at her next comment, about talking about people and no one understanding them. It was mostly to disguise how awkward the idea of that felt, but there was something about a kinship -- even if language is the only unifying factor -- that sounded appealing. "No, no, you're totally fine. I understand what you're saying. It's like having our own secret language," she said. "Except, you know, it's not a secret. It's just a language," she added quickly, now coming off as awkward herself.

- - - - -She shook her head and waved off the girl's apology. "I'm not much for first impressions either," she said with a shrug. "My mom says that I always seem polite, but like I don't have much of a personality," she said. Being polite and nice to people was a good thing, she'd always thought, but apparently people think you're kinda cut-and-paste when you're like Sophie.

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having been unaware of the approaching footsteps, camilla nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice that spoke. unfortunately, jumping out of her skin was the least of her worries because as she turned around to face the new princess, she misstepped and stumbled into the wall next to her. "oof!" she exclaimed as her shoulder took the brunt of her weight. her face scrunched up in a slight grimace as she finally regained her balance, staring at the wall with a furrowed brow as she brought a hand up to rub her shoulder. "i suppose that will leave me with a bruise," she muttered out loud.

camilla finally raised her eyes to meet those of one of her roommates. based on the accent, she would have to guess it was the princess of england. she flashed the her a smile before responding to her earlier statement before camilla had decided to be clumsy and bruise herself on the first day. "definitely not a disney princess," she chuckled. "more like a dying whale, but is there really a difference?" the question was rhetorical of course and didn't require an answer, unless the princess decided to respond.

once margaret had introduced herself, camilla took it upon herself to return the favor. she stuck out her hand in a very american gesture, introducing herself as she waited for margaret to shake her hand. "my name is camilla, though you can call me cami if you would prefer. it's simpler to say," she said with a smile and small smirk, proud of herself for her slight joke at the end. she just hoped that margaret would pick up on it rather than just assuming she was being weird with the look on her face.

"ah no, not really. i mean i am never excited for schooling. i am even less excited as i wasn't allowed to bring my horse with me," she responded with a frown. she loved her horse. pharoah was a thoroughbred stallion and she mostly used him for trail rides. she never competed for "safety" reasons as her parents called it. she though it was just dumb though as what could possibly go wrong at a horse competition? "i get where that is coming from. i am at the very least thankful for the fact that it won't be my parents watching me like a hawk. my only hope here is that i don't have anyone who hates me."

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she really didnt want to be there; she understood that this was the school that her father had gone to, and his father before him, and so many generations before that, and she knew that it had this prestigious reputation for grooming young royals into being the best future kings/queens that they could be. if it was up to her, she would still be at home; if there was any time for her not to be leaving the palace, it was now. her father's health was rapidly deteriorating, and up until the day that she had to leave for this 'schooling', she had been spending every spare minute in her parents bedroom, sitting at her father's bedside. she would read some of his favorite books to him, go over the things she had been learning in her lessons, talk about the silly tricks she had taught her dog & show them to him, etc. she hadnt been going out among the people as much, and while her mother was making her deal with any concerns that came to the throneroom from the common people, her mind was very much elsewhere in those moments, and it was getting hard to put on a strong face and just pretend like everything was okay. when in reality, she was falling apart inside. her father was her world; she loved him with her heart and soul. even though he was the stricter one of her parents, more serious about her education and maturity growth as she grew up, he had molded her into the person she was today, and she appreciated it so deeply, especially now looking back.

she walked her horse freida out of the trailer that she had been transported in, taking her time to walk the mare over towards the small, two-stall stable and get her comfortably settled in to the stall & attaches paddock. it had always been important to her to be an excellent horseback rider; it was something that her father has prided himself on, being a champion competitor himself when he was younger. the princess of Germany didn’t travel without her three animal companions, and her father had fought for her right to bring them with her to this school, back when she first accepted before he got sick. with a deep sigh, she gave the mare a kiss on the nose before going back to the large truck that she had arrived in, the guards standing around waiting for her to return. she opened the back door, her little affenpinscher leaping onto the floor beside her with a few short, sharp barks. she shushed him before going to grab her things, but only got her backpack thrown onto her back before her fathers personal guard, Benjamin, grabbed her suitcases and gave her a sharp look not to argue. she let out a deep sigh but followed the guard into the palace, Hans staying close by her side as they traveled down the halls.

as she entered the bedroom she was assigned to, she didn’t even pay attention to the other two princesses who were conversing, turning instead to the guard. she hugged him closely, leaning up to whisper in his ear, ”Ben, please keep me updated on his condition. I don’t trust my mother to be honest about it he gets worse...” the young man nodded and murmured something in response before leaving the room, and the blonde girl was left alone with her roommates. she reached up around her neck to stroke the python that lay there, curled around her like a necklace. taking a deep breath, she turned towards the two, a very shy smile appearing on her face; she wasn’t the most outgoing person so making friends was not exactly her forte. she was far more of an introvert. she set her backpack down on the only bed that was still available, causing Hans to bounce up there as well, pawing at her until she sat down beside him and stroked his head. ”um, hello guys. I’m Adelaide, but you can call me ada or ade. I’m the German heir, if that’s not clear by my accent.” she chuckled a bit uncomfortably, not sure if either the English or Portuguese princesses would like her; she had researched all of the royalty that would be attending the school, as per her parents request going into this, so she recognized her roommates. ”oh and this is Hans and uwe; they go everywhere with me.” she introduced her dog and python, petting each of them so they knew who was who.

[Legend.]

* Hello students and welcome to Alexanders school for monarchs, for our first event we will
be doing a scavenger hunt! Everyone will be in pairs! ( listed on disc.) The first location is where majestic beasts roam,
once you find the first location there will be letters with the second clue there! Have fun!*

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Tiberius figured he was talked about enough to be somewhat well known to other royals, and he hated introducing himself along with his title. He felt his name was plenty enough. He gave a small, rather delighted grin to hear that this was Lucas himself, then a tad uncertain if this was going to be a blessing or a curse. It seemed they would find out at some point in the duration of their stay here. He gave a small nod in response to the introduction, "I would appreciate that thank you," he spoke in his soothingly cool tone as the two made their way to their shared dorm. It was pleasant he supposed, though royalty always gave him such an unkind feeling, he did find a slight distaste with it all the same. Just like home. His mind wondered for a moment as to how his sister Cora was faring with introductions, knowing she wasn't known for being the best mannered in the family. Well, just because he was known for being polite doesn't mean in the least that he isn't intolerant and or crude. He shrugged his shoulders slightly to himself as he ruminated on the thoughts, figuring he was bound to make more enemies than allies in his time spent here. Notice his lack of intention towards friendship. It was far out of his mentality to seek out companionship. Ty knew he was untrustworthy, and he could only assume other royals to be made of a similar mentality.

"Well, Lucas," Tiberius began, taking a moment as he had to rethink how it was he wanted to say what he had in mind. "If you've heard anything about me, or do learn things of me, I want you to remember that things get twisted and sway with whatever direction people wish for them to be taken," he finally spoke, turning to look at the younger, quite attractive man. "I'm no saint, that I will tell you for certain. One thing I find most unpleasant, rumors. They have a way of getting a little carried away," he added, the demon on his shoulder practically coaxing out the cool toned warning. "Are we understood?" he finalized, raising a brow in a questioning manner as he examined his response. Words were one thing, but actions and expressions were an entire different way to communicate that Ty understood all too well. He was a professional manipulator so to speak. The last thing he wished for was his roommate to participate in any crude studies of his character or spread rumors, especially when he felt such a testing draw within himself for him like he hadn't felt before. Perhaps the plane ride had his mind muddled or he was missing one of his several flings from back home, whatever he was, he knew in a place like this such a thing would quickly get brought to his parent's attention. They might not be against such things, but he knew they would never imagine that their eldest son destined for the crown would even remotely consider not continuing their royal blood line. At least they had others.

The announcement was one that brought a frown to Tiberius's handsome features, a drawn out sigh showing his distaste for such games. Yet, he had such a craving to want to win, he hated for others to have the slightest dream of besting him. "Seems we will be parting ways now, au revoir," he spoke to Lucas with a devious twinkle within his eyes. Things here would certainly be one big playground for him to test his theories and see how capable he was with meddling in things he didn't belong. He knew his partner was Athan, but he didn't have the time nor the desire to search for him, that would be time lost. He assumed their first clue was easy enough, making his way down the stairs as he headed towards the front door, waving off a maid as she approached asking if he needed anything. "Perfectly fine, thank you," he spoke curtly though in surprisingly polite manner. His feelings towards royals were not shared with others, that gave some hope to him ever making a decent leader. Outside he looked around before catching sight of the stables, quickly making his way over to them. He figured the stables were the most logical place to start, then to continue in the pasture if need be. A small smirk adorned his face as he thought of the princesses that were most likely dressed in heels for their grand entrance, finding it a shame people see such a need in dressing up. He was often caught in a casual attire, worn jeans and t-shirts unless something required him to break out a well fitted suit. It wasn't long being at the stables that he found a neatly folded slip of paper tucked into a horse's nameplate, picking it up quickly and waiting for his partner Athan to arrive. He was most confident in his ability to identify the Greek out of the nationalities present here.