- ( ♚ ) ──𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐎 𝐒 𝐄 ,
xxxrole. princess of italy & loc. lounge & gender. female & sexuality. heterosexual & mentions. n/a & tags. wesley + alfie + el
- Verose would eye the guy curiously before he throws the chips onto the table; a slight huff would escape her lips before dusting away some of the chip crumbs that'd gotten on the couch. Quite frankly he didn't look familiar to her at all. But, then again, Rosa had never been the one learning the names of the other kingdom's princes and princesses, let alone their faces. It had been her brother's job because he was first in line for the throne. Thinking about him, he would've loved this school. It would've given him a place to get away from the stress. Even though he had taken on all the royal responsibilities to allow his younger sister to live how she wanted, he too had his demons. But even Rosa could never get him to open up. He had always told her that he'd tell her when she was older. Probably to protect her from harsh reality. But unfortunately despite his best efforts, here she was, being a rebellious, reckless, and untamed girl. Lashing out at the world for taking away her freedom of choice. And for taking him away, too.
Shaking her mind of those thoughts, she'd tune into what the guy was saying. She'd snicker at his comment to Wes about video games; she had basically asked him the same thing. The more she looked at the guy, the more his hair seemed to remind her of that of a shaggy dog's. It looked soft and a bit wavy but it was kind of all over the place and seemed to be pretty thick as well. It was weird for her to pay more attention to someone's hair than their face, but she couldn't help it. A part of her wanted to run her hands through it but seeing as how she didn't know him that well yet, she'd hold back from doing anything too invasive. For now; that is. After hearing him introduce himself as Alfie, a glint of recognition would flicker through her gaze. She remembered her brother telling her about the wild prince at some point, but the memory was faint. Either way, she wasn't really worried. In fact, she liked that there was someone else with the reckless edge around. Made things interesting, after all. "I'm Verose, but Rosa is fine by me." She didn't take any of the chips he'd offered to them, she wasn't really hungry anyways.
She would've told the two the country she came from, but the truth was that she didn't want them to know. She knew that even small news traveled fast in nobility and the shock-wave of her brother's death, the heir to the italian throne, had to have traveled just as quickly. And she didn't want the pity or sympathy. That was the only thing that would set her off. The pitying looks and the 'I know how you feels'. It got under her skin. Luckily her italian accent wasn't too thick so for all they knew she could hail from a country nearby. Plus there wasn't a single part of her name had any italian ancestry so, for the most part, she felt pretty secure when it came to them not finding out who she was.



