( ♔ . ── the weekend ! ) open/accepting!

[Arya22]

Aileen O'Shea | Ireland | Tagging Jason Min

Aileen just shook her head silently when he first asked her if he had hurt her, still too surprised to speak. She continued staring at him for a while before she finally managed to bring herself to make another movement. "My name is Aileen O'Shea, Princess of Ireland." she finally whispered in response to his introduction. Her wide eyes had not left his face, which was unusual for her.

And then she realize she was doing: staring at the Prince, sitting down while he was standing. Quickly, Aileen clamped her book closed and stood, curtseying in his direction. When she came back up, her eyes stayed by the floor. "I'm sorry." she said, her face flushing. How rude was that!

[natasha romanova.]

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cis male ✶ greece ✶ paired to austria

❖ surius gave a dry chuckle, "you know, commoners dream of having our lives. if only they knew how much of a prison it can become. married. in a week." he scoffed, glancing around the place. "we're given this entire deal on a silver platter, with a catch." He watched her eyes flash with annoyance, feeling his own reflect the same emotion. though his face was a mask. the only other indication of his feeling was the clenching of his fists.

as his sky eyes met her frigid ones, surius couldn't help but to entertain the thought that she could be a good match to him, they were both hold and cold, and seemed to battle between each other easily. "if only we could meet here for alliances, instead of marriage, it would certainly relieve some of the pressure. as it is, i'm not looking for anyone."



ＪＡＳＯＮ ＭＩＮ
cis male ✶ korea ✶ paired to ireland

❖ despite the tension, jason gave the girl a small smile, "it is okay, alieen. n-no need to bow - really!" He ran a nervous hand through his hair, "i've never... been to ireland. is it beautiful?" jason took the opportunity to examine the girl a little closer, watching her wide eyes as they betrayed many of her emotions.

[este11e]

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i. cisfemale ii. france iii. paired with prince of russia (aleksei)
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➵ the princess of france was incredibly anxious, although she refused to show it. coming to a ball to meet her new husband was... terrifying. what if no one there liked her? god forbid her only option was some impolite, classless lowlife. she had packed her bags and left her home to go to the retreat, located on a lovely island. she wasn't quite sure where exactly it was- no one knew, it was classified information. i mean, having heirs to many countries all in one area could be used to an advantage if someone wanted to hurt them. not even their parents knew their location, only the organizer of the event and the security. and there was a lot of security. she was the first to arrive and was escorted to a large, lavish mansion. since she was the first there, she got to choose her room. she picked a room on the top floor. it was quite spacious and had a large, four poster bed that at least three people could comfortably sleep in. colette's tiny frame would barely take up any space. she was very small, standing at 5'3 and weighing barely 110 pounds. there was a balcony with a breathtaking view of the ocean. it reminded her of her family's beach house in cannes back in france. the waves crashing beneath on the rocks were serene and mesmerizing.

colette snapped out of her trance and unpacked her bags into the large wardrobe that was against one of the walls. she took her toiletries into the bathroom, setting out her toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, etc. she gazed up in the mirror, seeing her tired reflection staring back at her. with a quick sigh, colette knew she should probably take a quick nap, but she didn't know if she should because of the other princes and princesses arriving. she didn't want to miss anything, but she was so anxious. maybe i should just rest for a bit... she thought to herself, slipping out of her [removed]outfit and into a silk nightgown, folding back the fluffy comforter and silk sheets and crawling into the bed. closing her deep blue eyes, she let herself drift into a nice sleep.

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i. cisfemale ii. spain iii. paired with prince of italy (romano)
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➵ juliet's eyes flickered up as she saw a new prince approach the small group that had gathered around the pool house in the shade of the lavish umbrellas. he was quite tall and she knew he was either american or canadian, she just couldn't figure out which. when he spoke, she got her answer.

canadian. she had thought the american princess was a girl, anyways. "buenos días." she greeted with a polite curtsy. since it was one of the simplist and well-known phrases in the spanish language, translating to good morning, she had no doubt that he understood it. it was one of those words like "hola" that most english-speakers understood perfectly. "my name is juliet valentina moreno. princess of spain. it's a pleasure to meet you." she said, grinning in a friendly manner.

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i. cisfemale ii. austria iii. paired with prince of greece (surius)
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➵ she sighed, looking away quickly. "it's so true. i had so many people who used to be friends of mine, or claimed to be, tell me they wished they could be in my shoes. royalty isn't all fun and games. public arrangements, strict rules," she cleared her throat, "forced marriages. it's not the fairytale that people make it out to be." astoria remarked, recalling memories of fake friends telling her that they wished they were princesses.

"honestly, that would be so much easier." the blonde austrian agreed. "i'd be fine with making alliances, but meeting suitors and having to decide on someone to marry within a week? that's ridiculous." the princess said, her posture still upright. she was quite tense when she talked about things she was passionate about. it was something interesting about her. "ah, me too. i couldn't be less excited about having to go to some lavish wedding in my 'fiancee's' country and deal with the hype of a royal wedding." she remarked dryly. it was true, though. the public absolutely lived for royal weddings. they would be going crazy after the week was over.

"my parents expect me to put on this ladylike mask and pretend every male i come across could be my husband. it's hilarious. they tried to school be on how to be at the ball and how i should socialize with literally every prince before settling around a few to keep around. absolutely not." she said with an annoyed huff. "i don't even want to go, to be honest. but it's required, so i might as well get it over with and spend the rest of this damned week as far from those people as possible." she stated.

[bunny,]

𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙺𝚂𝙴𝙸 𝚅𝙾𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚅
i. seventeen ii. prince of russia iii. princess of france iv. tags: colette
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aleksei didn't want to be here. he didn't want to get married so young, there was still tons of women back home that he didn't get to yet. sighing, he hoped maybe he wouldn't find anyone. the prince of russia hardly noticed as he was helped out of the car and led toward the mansion by his security. he wasn't sure if the other royals had this much security, but he assumed so. although he didn't know why; no one knew where they were anyway. but maybe if they did, something interesting would finally happen. alek waited for the doors to be opened for him before entering, his bags being carried in by security after. "i want a room on the top floor." he said, smoothing out his crisp white suit, complete with a white tie. it was one of his favorites, and he'd insisted on wearing it on the way here. though the one for the ball was different: it was black rather than white, but otherwise still the same. he made his way to the top floor, looking around before picking the first room he saw. the door was closed, but he didn't think that someone else might be in there as he opened it silently.

alek didn't even notice the female laying in the bed as he crossed the room to the balcony, looking out. the view was perfect. this would be his room and his alo- someone was asleep in the bed. as he was turning, he spotted a small lump and froze, eyebrows furrowing. frowning, the entitled prince slowly stepped closer, realizing it was a female. she was in his room! of course, she'd gotten there first... but he wanted it. and he always got what he wanted. clearing his throat, aleksei reached out and poked the girl. "excuse you," he spoke in his heavy russian accent, "but you seem to be in my room."

[este11e]

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i. cisfemale ii. france iii. paired with prince of russia (aleksei)
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➵ colette had been so peacefully sleeping that she hadn't even noticed someone entering the room. or stepping onto the balcony. or walking towards her. it was only when she felt a sharp poke on her shoulder that she realized someone else was in there.

her soft blue eyes fluttered open and she peered up at a tall boy who was standing in front of her through her thick eyelashes. colette raised a brow as he spoke, cuddling back into the silken sheets. "my apologies, your highness." she responded with a playful smirk. she noticed that he had a heavy accent, perhaps german or russian, she couldn't tell. her accent was somewhat soft but obviously french.

the french princess sat up slightly, running a hand through her soft black hair. "i believe i was here first, non?" she responded, adding the french word for no at the end.

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ＪＵＬＩＥＴ ＶＡＬＥＮＴＩＮＡ ＭＯＲＥＮＯ
i. cisfemale ii. spain iii. paired with prince of italy (romano)
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➵ juliet's eyes flickered up as she saw a new prince approach the small group that had gathered around the pool house in the shade of the lavish umbrellas. he was quite tall and she knew he was either american or canadian, she just couldn't figure out which. when he spoke, she got her answer.

canadian. she had thought the american princess was a girl, anyways. "buenos días." she greeted with a polite curtsy. since it was one of the simplist and well-known phrases in the spanish language, translating to good morning, she had no doubt that he understood it. it was one of those words like "hola" that most english-speakers understood perfectly. "my name is juliet valentina moreno. princess of spain. it's a pleasure to meet you." she said, grinning in a friendly manner.

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i. cisfemale ii. austria iii. paired with prince of greece (surius)
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➵ she sighed, looking away quickly. "it's so true. i had so many people who used to be friends of mine, or claimed to be, tell me they wished they could be in my shoes. royalty isn't all fun and games. public arrangements, strict rules," she cleared her throat, "forced marriages. it's not the fairytale that people make it out to be." astoria remarked, recalling memories of fake friends telling her that they wished they were princesses.

"honestly, that would be so much easier." the blonde austrian agreed. "i'd be fine with making alliances, but meeting suitors and having to decide on someone to marry within a week? that's ridiculous." the princess said, her posture still upright. she was quite tense when she talked about things she was passionate about. it was something interesting about her. "ah, me too. i couldn't be less excited about having to go to some lavish wedding in my 'fiancee's' country and deal with the hype of a royal wedding." she remarked dryly. it was true, though. the public absolutely lived for royal weddings. they would be going crazy after the week was over.

"my parents expect me to put on this ladylike mask and pretend every male i come across could be my husband. it's hilarious. they tried to school be on how to be at the ball and how i should socialize with literally every prince before settling around a few to keep around. absolutely not." she said with an annoyed huff. "i don't even want to go, to be honest. but it's required, so i might as well get it over with and spend the rest of this damned week as far from those people as possible." she stated.

[bunny,]

𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙺𝚂𝙴𝙸 𝚅𝙾𝙻𝙺𝙾𝚅
i. seventeen ii. prince of russia iii. princess of france iv. tags: colette
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aleksei was surprised when she opened her eyes. she was actually quite attractive, and for just a second, his breath caught in his throat. her accent was even better, and he blushed a little, stepping back. "y-yes, well..." for once, the russian prince couldn't find any words. he just stood there with his mouth hanging open. finally, it snapped shut and he let his eyes trail down the bed. "well, i am sure there's plenty of room there for the both of us, hm?" he suddenly smirked, leaning down to place his hands on the bed. there was something about her that he liked, that made him want her. usually women fell right under his spell, but she didn't seem like she'd be that easy.

[este11e]

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i. cisfemale ii. france iii. paired with prince of russia (aleksei)
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➵ the princess of france gulped, taking in his words as a peach-toned blush crossed over her cheeks. "i... y-you know what, maybe there is!" she retorted. colette wasn't flirtatious in the slightest, but she'd be damned if she was going to give up. she was a stubborn girl and she'd fight for it if she had to. besides, she definitely knew how to put up a fight.

"i find it ironic that you're trying to move on me but you don't even know my name." colette responded with a smirk and a raised brow. comebacks came easily to her, but something about him made it hard. she didn't know what to anticipate coming from him. this boy seemed like a bit of a wild card. she liked it.

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ＪＵＬＩＥＴ ＶＡＬＥＮＴＩＮＡ ＭＯＲＥＮＯ
i. cisfemale ii. spain iii. paired with prince of italy (romano)
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➵ juliet's eyes flickered up as she saw a new prince approach the small group that had gathered around the pool house in the shade of the lavish umbrellas. he was quite tall and she knew he was either american or canadian, she just couldn't figure out which. when he spoke, she got her answer.

canadian. she had thought the american princess was a girl, anyways. "buenos días." she greeted with a polite curtsy. since it was one of the simplist and well-known phrases in the spanish language, translating to good morning, she had no doubt that he understood it. it was one of those words like "hola" that most english-speakers understood perfectly. "my name is juliet valentina moreno. princess of spain. it's a pleasure to meet you." she said, grinning in a friendly manner.

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ＡＳＴＯＲＩＡ ＡＬＥＮＡ ＦＲＩＴＺ
i. cisfemale ii. austria iii. paired with prince of greece (surius)
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➵ she sighed, looking away quickly. "it's so true. i had so many people who used to be friends of mine, or claimed to be, tell me they wished they could be in my shoes. royalty isn't all fun and games. public arrangements, strict rules," she cleared her throat, "forced marriages. it's not the fairytale that people make it out to be." astoria remarked, recalling memories of fake friends telling her that they wished they were princesses.

"honestly, that would be so much easier." the blonde austrian agreed. "i'd be fine with making alliances, but meeting suitors and having to decide on someone to marry within a week? that's ridiculous." the princess said, her posture still upright. she was quite tense when she talked about things she was passionate about. it was something interesting about her. "ah, me too. i couldn't be less excited about having to go to some lavish wedding in my 'fiancee's' country and deal with the hype of a royal wedding." she remarked dryly. it was true, though. the public absolutely lived for royal weddings. they would be going crazy after the week was over.

"my parents expect me to put on this ladylike mask and pretend every male i come across could be my husband. it's hilarious. they tried to school be on how to be at the ball and how i should socialize with literally every prince before settling around a few to keep around. absolutely not." she said with an annoyed huff. "i don't even want to go, to be honest. but it's required, so i might as well get it over with and spend the rest of this damned week as far from those people as possible." she stated.

[Arya22]

Aileen O'Shea | Ireland | Tagging Jason Min

Aileen smiled a little, but it looked a lot like a grimace of worry. "Y-Yes, Ireland is very nice. It has beautiful sceneries. And it's very calm, too." she added after a while. Of course, there was a lot more she could have said. There was the peace she felt there, the soaring cliffs and rolling hills. But Aileen was a quiet girl who didn't like talking much, so she kept all this in. Aileen didn't want to keep talking: she felt awkward and worried, and was scared of saying something wrong. But she knew that for the sake of it, she'd need to keep some sort of conversation. "And what is Korea like?"

[natasha romanova.]

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cis male ✶ greece ✶ paired to austria

❖ surius watched her eyes light up like blue flame, flickering and brightening with each sentence that spilled from her lips. everything she said, surius found himself wanting to agree. and he did, but he'd had those same thoughts before. the power she didn't realize that she held, the power to convince other to her side by just speaking with such conviction, it would make her a powerful ally.

for a moment after she began speaking, surius suggested, "what if we... avoid as many people as possible together? that way, we can still update our parents, showing them that we're getting to know people, instead of having to pull lies out of thin air when our parents ask. and we don't have to hang out all of the time, but it'll be easier to get through this with someone like-minded."



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cis male ✶ korea ✶ paired to ireland

❖ as he watched her talking about her home, he could see, underneath the layer of anxiety, the fondness and care she held for the place. upon the mention of his own home, he expected his own face to take on a similar expression, barring the anxiety. not used to having to watch his expression, jason realized that it might make his face an open book. after a moment's thought, jason decided to keep his openness, in hope of finding someone his family would approve of. his family's approval, for the most part, took a seat above his own satisfaction.

"korea is... unique. There are a lot of different customs there than in europe. my favorite is the creative spirit that encircles my home." jason responded, smiling to himself, before biting his lip in an effort to stop smiling.

[Arya22]

Aileen O'Shea | Ireland | Tagging Jason Min

At that, Aileen couldn't help but smile a little- a real smile this time. Of course, she had noticed the stains of paint on the boys front. And surprising herself, Aileen actually looked up at his face, which she could see was also creased in a fond smile. "That sounds fun." her own family wasn't exactly very creative. Despite the myths and legends that surrounded her culture, both Aileen's parents were rather strict and straight-forward, caring little for the 'useless' side of the world- which included, of course, art and all other creative things. Whether as a way of spiting her parents or simply because she liked it, Aileen had insisted on taking music and dancing lessons. Just for herself though: she would never dare perform in front of anyone.