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princess of russia โ eighteen โ her room โ tagged none
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xxxxoh, what a time to be alive for the young royal; a posh new boarding school in a new country with no parents, no royal advisors, and most certainly no pesky gowns that pressed against her ribs so much it grew harder to breathe with each wear. but no matter how hard she tried, esther's opinion on the situation at hand grew strong with each passing moment. who did her father think he was, sending his eldest daughter to a boarding school within another country? the idea was ridiculous, and yet here she sat, buckled into the backseat of a large black suv traveling down the driveway of her new home. as the suv rolled to a stop outside the main entrance to the boarding school, esther stifled her annoyance upon stepping out of the large vehicle, gathering every ounce of distaste she had for her parents sending her to this absurd boarding school and shoved it into the dark depths of her mind. no matter how much she disliked her family's decision to send her to switzerland to some prestigious boarding school, the red-headed princess of russia was determined to make the most of her time here. as she was approached by several men young men working for the concierge, she offered a wink, watching carefully as they loaded her many suitcases onto a luggage cart and lead her in the direction of the dormitories without a single word, "khorosho, togda poydem." she sighed in russian.
xxxxupon arrival, esther quickly pushed open the doors to her room, inhaling sharply as she took in the glory of it all. the room was painted in a warm toned off white as she had requested, with the bed centered in the wall immediately across from her, a nightstand on either side. she slowly stepped into the room, walking as quietly as possible, almost as if she were afraid to disrupt anything. she stared at her bed in front of her, sheer white drapes and vines hanging from the wooden canopy frame above it. esther turned to face the rest of her room, seating herself on top of the warm cream covered duvet. she stared at the intricately designed brass chandelier centered on the ceiling space above her canopy bed frame, and then let her eyes travel to the brass full body mirror that stood against the wall between her wall of windows that lead to her balcony. she contained her child-like squeal and stared around the room, taking in every single detail of the space. it was nothing like her room back in russia, this room was exactly as she had wished for, and it couldn't have made her happier.
xxxxonce the men from the concierge were finished moving all of her suitcases to the walk in closet, she stood and brushed her palms against her skinny jeans, trying to rid herself of the nervousness. she quickly began to unpack one suitcase filled with wall decorations and things to place on the many shelves she'd requested, covering them with her large vintage camera collection and the many many books she'd brought with her. she stood back and looked at the shelves that were covered in cameras, books, and more of the many plants she'd requested. she nodded contently and clasped her hands behind her back as she stared around her new room.
xxxxesther released her hands and ran a hand through her ginger hair, tussling her already slightly messy locks before she grabbed her essentials, i.e. keys and phone, and headed out of her room and out to explore around the campus. she decided she'd start with the courtyard, seeing as it was the first piece of the campus she'd seen for more than a few minutes.
[word count: 625]
princess of russia โ eighteen โ her room โ tagged none
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xxxxoh, what a time to be alive for the young royal; a posh new boarding school in a new country with no parents, no royal advisors, and most certainly no pesky gowns that pressed against her ribs so much it grew harder to breathe with each wear. but no matter how hard she tried, esther's opinion on the situation at hand grew strong with each passing moment. who did her father think he was, sending his eldest daughter to a boarding school within another country? the idea was ridiculous, and yet here she sat, buckled into the backseat of a large black suv traveling down the driveway of her new home. as the suv rolled to a stop outside the main entrance to the boarding school, esther stifled her annoyance upon stepping out of the large vehicle, gathering every ounce of distaste she had for her parents sending her to this absurd boarding school and shoved it into the dark depths of her mind. no matter how much she disliked her family's decision to send her to switzerland to some prestigious boarding school, the red-headed princess of russia was determined to make the most of her time here. as she was approached by several men young men working for the concierge, she offered a wink, watching carefully as they loaded her many suitcases onto a luggage cart and lead her in the direction of the dormitories without a single word, "khorosho, togda poydem." she sighed in russian.
xxxxupon arrival, esther quickly pushed open the doors to her room, inhaling sharply as she took in the glory of it all. the room was painted in a warm toned off white as she had requested, with the bed centered in the wall immediately across from her, a nightstand on either side. she slowly stepped into the room, walking as quietly as possible, almost as if she were afraid to disrupt anything. she stared at her bed in front of her, sheer white drapes and vines hanging from the wooden canopy frame above it. esther turned to face the rest of her room, seating herself on top of the warm cream covered duvet. she stared at the intricately designed brass chandelier centered on the ceiling space above her canopy bed frame, and then let her eyes travel to the brass full body mirror that stood against the wall between her wall of windows that lead to her balcony. she contained her child-like squeal and stared around the room, taking in every single detail of the space. it was nothing like her room back in russia, this room was exactly as she had wished for, and it couldn't have made her happier.
xxxxonce the men from the concierge were finished moving all of her suitcases to the walk in closet, she stood and brushed her palms against her skinny jeans, trying to rid herself of the nervousness. she quickly began to unpack one suitcase filled with wall decorations and things to place on the many shelves she'd requested, covering them with her large vintage camera collection and the many many books she'd brought with her. she stood back and looked at the shelves that were covered in cameras, books, and more of the many plants she'd requested. she nodded contently and clasped her hands behind her back as she stared around her new room.
xxxxesther released her hands and ran a hand through her ginger hair, tussling her already slightly messy locks before she grabbed her essentials, i.e. keys and phone, and headed out of her room and out to explore around the campus. she decided she'd start with the courtyard, seeing as it was the first piece of the campus she'd seen for more than a few minutes.
[word count: 625]
