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alessandro‌.

*   𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐚   ,   𝑟   .   ⤿   @𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚌𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚛​   .

           he’d   heard   word   of   lesya   arriving   in   thailand   ,   but   he   had   yet   to   see   her   himself   .   out   of   all   of   the   romanov’s   ,   she’s   the   only   one   who   he   remained   in   regular   content   with   ,   so   the   moment   he   spots   her   a   few   yards   away   ,   ale   grins   as   his   feet   approach   her   .      ❛      you   know   ,   i’m   becoming   convinced   that   this   place   is   a   reunion   of   a   sorts   rather   than   a   protection   programme   .   what   do   you   think      ?      ❜

❝   there definitely is a strong   ‘ the lone wolf dies but the pack survives ‘   vibe surrounding this place. so i’m of the opinion that whoever is organizing this, is a devoted game of thrones or asoiaf fan. probably rooting for the success of house stark.   ❞     she affirms as she walks toward alessandro. if she is honest, most of her knowledge comes from googling rather than watching or reading either series. but that is the trick, is it not  ?   saying something with confidence can easily disguise your bluff.     ❝   however, i can’t say i mind too much because i am more of a people person than a creature of solitude.   ❞     lesya continues.     ❝   and since   YOU   are here———   ❞     before he can object, she loops her arm through his and looks up at him, brows raising expectantly.     ❝   you’re going to entertain me. am i right or am i right  ?   ❞     bossy of her  ?   yes.   does she care  ?   no.

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anneli.

Alyona, without a doubt, was the least intimidating Russian in Phuket. The sole reason why Anneli didn’t have an overpowering desire to flee the small resort library when she spotted the girl. However what she would have preferred to do was to pretend she hadn’t seen the princess — or recognized her. But before she could move her eyes away from the princess, their eyes met and she knew she had to acknowledge her somehow. “Good morning.” Greeting was always the easiest part of any interaction. The words flowed out of her mouth with ease. Deciding what to say next was always a lot harder. “I didn’t expect them to get even you to come here.” ( &. @alycnagr​ )

it is not very ladylike to openly stare at someone, but anneli talvitie had become quite the figure in the recent russian history  &  within the house romanov. so perhaps her breach of social etiquette won’t be held against her.     ❝   good morning to you too.   ❞     lesya nods by way of greeting before she returns her attention to her laptop’s screen.     ❝   to be honest, i wasn’t expecting to be here either, but here i am. just have to make the best of it, right  ?   ❞     a soft chuckle escapes from her lips before she falls silent. their brief moment of social interaction could end here, for there is no expectation for the two of them to converse. but there is a feeling, an uncomfortable one, forming somewhere within her that demands an answer before she can rest and  /  or concentrate.     ❝   there’s something i want to ask from you.   ❞     lesya speaks, carefully closing the lid of her laptop, eyes on anneli again.     ❝   how is phuket treating you  ?   ❞     phuket, she says, but surely the finn is smart enough to figure out the real meaning of her words   (   how is my family treating you  ?   ).

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inari.

“I uhm… It’s been weird not talking to you in such a long time.” It had taken a while for Inari to gather the courage to walk up to the Russian princess. After she had made sure that the blonde’s mother was nowhere in sight, she had stopped by the other’s table. ( ** @alycnagr​ )

❝   inari  !   ❞     she blurts out the name before her brain can stop her. perhaps it would be wise of her to practice some decorum around the finnish princess, considering the poor relations of their countries, but this is her friend. how is she supposed to suppress her elation upon reuniting with someone she cares deeply about  ?     ❝   it has definitely been too long  !   please, sit with me.   ❞     lesya gestures toward the chair opposite of her, her bright smile never fading   (  only softening  ).     ❝   if you want to order something, please, feel free to do so. my treat, of course  !   ❞

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nadya.

her approach is soundless, in the bustling makeshift roofs of the nearest trinket bazaar to their compounds, some things don’t change. her lip curves at thick blonde waves she almost passes by, pausing to glance at the objects that have captured her attention so keenly.  ❛  the one on the left,  ❜  she says quietly at lesya’s shoulder.  ❛  it’ll bring out your eyes.  ❜   //.  @alycnagr​

she cannot help it. the second she hears the voice, even though it is familiar, her heart skips a beat  &  she jumps slightly.     ❝   you can’t spook me like that  ! ! !   ❞     although some may think she’s admonishing her aunt, there’s no genuine disapproval present in the young princess’ voice. and even if there was, she has no time to dwell on it, considering nadya’s words required a response.     ❝   you think so  ?   ❞     she asks.     ❝   the one on the right looks more ———   ❞     regal. queen-worthy. befitting of a future czarina. then, a shake of her head and a sigh.     ❝   you know what, it doesn’t matter. i prefer the right one anyway   ❞     lesya muses, aiming her beaming smile at nadya as her fingers curl around the object.     ❝   as much as i enjoy phuket’s warmth, it’s making me overthink so many things and i’m definitely  NOT  a fan of that.   ❞

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“Never stop dreaming of moonbeams and fairy dust, shiny stars and the wonder of the heavens, a happier life and a better world.”

— James J. Gormley (via thepowerwithin)

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alexei.

”Lesya,” he greets, a very rare smile making an appearance on his features. He has a dangerously soft spot for the younger generation of Romanovs. They remind him of the things that are good in the world. Truly enviable. He gets up from his table, tossing his magazine on it as well. ”You’re not missing too much school for this, I hope,” he tells her as he reaches forward to give his niece a hug. ( ** @alycnagr​ )

❝   ha  !   i wish that could be a thing, but it’s the era of internet, so we have these wonderful things called online classes.   ❞     she explains, her smile widening as she approaches her uncle.     ❝   being a romanov might be the key to making deadlines flexible instead of fixed, but it doesn’t erase them completely.   ❞     a dramatic sigh escapes her lips, but it seems she is incapable of even feigning negative emotions. when she puts her arm around him, meeting his hug, the smile is back already.     ❝   it’s so nice to see you, uncle lyosha.   ❞     lesya muses as she steps back. her mother’s heavy words come back to the forefront of her mind, but she shoves that swiftly to the side. they just reunited — no need to jump into the deep end just yet.     ❝   i know you’re super busy and everything, but it feels like forever since the last time i saw you  !   ❞

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irina‌.

her oldest never fails to please her. she will be eternally glad that lesya has grown to be a pleasant, respectful young woman. a smile graces her features while lesya settles, obedient as always. “oh, no – the little ones are perfectly well.” she reassures her daughter. it is the truth. they are thankfully still a bit too young to understand the intricacies of foreign affairs. “this concerns only you.” and the entire nation of russia, but she doesn’t need to reveal that just yet. “i had a chat with your uncle lyosha. it seems like despite my valiant efforts to convince him, he does not intend to produce heirs of his own.” it is almost an eye roll that accompanies her words. “so he wishes to name you as his heir, instead. how does that make you feel?”

upon hearing that the little ones are well  &  safe, she lets out a sigh of relief. their family has had quite the few months   (  years  ), so relishing in even the slightest of good news feels justified. but, right now, she cannot entirely focus on celebrating this tiny victory; her mother, after all, summoned her here for a reason  &  based on her tone and choice of words, it must be of utmost importance. she listens, she pays attention — even if her brows furrow as confusion creeps in.     ❝   why not  ?   ❞     lesya inquires.     ❝   i know it may take some time to get over  her  thoroughly enough, but he’s a man. and aren’t me——   ❞     

the rest of her sentence dies on her lips because excuse me, mother, what did you just say  ???     ❝   he wants to do what  ?   ❞     it’s not often that lesya is at the genuine loss of words, but her mother has achieved that near impossible feat..     ❝   i thought  YOU  were the next in line. what—— how—— why me  ?   ❞

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aisling‌.

( closed starter for @alycnagr​ )

❝ Does it smell like ginger ?  ❞ Aisling sniffed her drink once more before showing it to the russian princess.  ❝ I ordered a coconut and papaya juice but they tend to put ginger everywhere. ❞ The brunette was not a fan of that spice. However it was hard to determine whether it was included in the drink, without tasting it first.     

❝   let me see.   ❞     lesya responds, leaning forward slightly to have a quick sniff. a smile curves the corners of her lips upward, for she can relate to the other girl’s plight entirely. and unfortunately, as the scent reaches her nose, she discovers that———    ❝   that’s  definitely  ginger.   ❞

❝   should we give it to someone  ?   ❞     she suggests. no matter how much she dislikes the spice, it doesn’t overpower her desire to do small acts of kindness  (   such as this  ).     ❝   i’m certain someone would appreciate it.   ❞     and they could get new drinks entirely. a win - win situation, yes  ?  

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@vncxnzo

the scenery might be nothing short of a paradise  (  the sun is shining; ocean water is clear blue; it is warm, but a pleasant breeze prevents overheating  ).  normally she would appreciate it all, would grin in excitement and chat with strangers about what a lovely difference it is from the chills of moscow. right now, however  ?   the russian princess stays quiet, her hands clasped in her lap. guilt gnaws at her, for she should appreciate the beauty of the unfolding scene, but she cannot. and really, can you blame her  ?   it is, after all, a shock to hear you’ve been promoted in the line of succession and the weight of the crown awaits in the nearer future than you could’ve ever imagined. 

lesya inhales quickly — the looming though momentarily overwhelming her. in an effort to clear her head, she reaches behind for her glass of fresh juice. her finger curl around it and, without paying proper attention, she brings it to her lips to take a sip. only, as the strong burn left in her throat at the liquid’s wake reminds her, she had not taken her own glass.     ❝   oh my god, this is so strong  ! ! !   ❞     she exclaims, another shiver running down her spine. then, less than 5 seconds later, her natural instinct to react kicks in.     ❝   i’m so sorry ——   ❞     lesya shifts in her seat so she can get a glimpse of the person whose drink she just wasted.     ❝   —— sir. i swear i didn’t mean to take your drink  !   ❞     already blush is coloring her cheeks the charming embarrassing shade of red.     ❝   so, just pick a new drink. or two. or ten. i don’t care, as long as you let me make up my mistake by buying the next round for you.   ❞

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irina.

“sit down for a moment, my darling.” it isn’t an order, but irina  does expect to be obeyed. and since she’s directing her words at lesya, she has no reason to expect anything else. “there’s something important i need to tell you, and i’d like to go through that now. is that alright?” // @alycnagr​

although the rest of her body stills at her mother’s command, her brows raise slightly, intrigued. she knows that particular tone — it is reserved for moments that are truly of importance and worthy of her whole attention.     ❝   of course it is alright.   ❞     lesya responds, the sound accompanied by a nod of her head. it doesn’t take long, only a few elegant movements before she’s seated comfortably & facing her mother.     ❝   what is it, mother  ?   ❞     and then, because her bleeding heart cannot help it,     ❝   it’s not about the little ones, is it  ?   tasha, tolja and vasya are all okay, yes  ?   ❞

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konstantin.

the looming clatter of high heels on tile offer him just three, maybe four, seconds to pray he doesn’t turn to see irina and yet another titled brunette by her side. the chirp in her voice, however, pierces through the hum of background chatter and a smile falls easily into place as he faces his niece — and almost at eye level ! “ no, no, no, this isn’t right ! what happened to all your kitten heels.i like those better. ” height and age hold little correlation, but seeing her this tall made him feel so old. “ really, where is your mother ? i can’t believe she let this happen. ”

if she‘s  honest, she didn’t know exactly what kind of response her little show of shock  &  confidence would elicit out of her uncle. but this one, the one she received  ?   lesya is more than delighted.     ❝   fear not, uncle kostya  !   they are all safely stowed somewhere in the depths of my closet back home in moscow.   ❞     she explains, amusement bleeding into her voice, even if her teeth dig themselves into her bottom lip in an attempt to hold the sound in. a strong trace of it remains in her voice, even when something softer flashes across her face, leaving an almost apologetic smile in its wake.     ❝   actually, i was left in sole charge of picking which shoes i want to wear. so if there’s now a permanent wound on your ego or something, i’m entirely the one to blame. sorry.   ❞     lesya chuckles; and though it is in jest, her apology is genuine.     

❝   i honestly don’t know where mama is.   ❞     she admits. and then, her left eyebrow raises.     ❝   how come you don’t know where she is  ?   hasn’t she usually, at this point of a party, introduced everyone to at least a dozen eligible bachelorettes or bachelors  ?   ❞     she loves her mother, she really does. but even she cannot deny the fact that irina can be quite  . . .   intense & determined when it comes the matters of heart.

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❝   i can’t believe this  !   an actual miracle has occurred.   ❞     even with the music playing in the  background, lesya’s words ring clear in the air. how unfortunate would it be if they did not — after all, they, and the click of her heels against the floor, are the only warnings her uncle receives of her arrival.     ❝   stay still. i want to cherish this moment.   ❞     is this bossy of her  ?   yes. does she care  ?   no. with a grin that reveals her perfect row of pearly whites and radiates genuine excitement, lesya steps in front of konstantin. her  assessing  gaze  observes  him, from head to toe,  before  she  lifts  her  eyes  back  up  to  meet  his.    ❝   i knew wearing heels would be worth it  !   i can finally talk to you without having to tilt my head.   ❞            // @kcstyv​.

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I’m like 60% silk, 30% rose water, and 10% glitter

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nadya.

it’s not often that nadya  romanova  is seen smiling without restraint around anyone other than her brothers, but lesya’s arrival has the surprise spreading her lips softly from ear to ear.  ❛  i thought you were still interviewing your team of tutors, joining us this soon or are you just here for the happy couple ?    ❜   an arm reaches out to grasp at her fingers to pull her in for light embrace.  ❛  i  like this.  ❜  gaze drifts down, taking stock of all the subtle accents in her skirts.  ❛  very you.  ❜   //.   @alycnagr​

❛   i opted to reschedule ivan  smirnov’s because honestly, how could i not  ?   poor count seemed more prepared to fall asleep than to answer any of my questions. so, we mutually agreed that it’s in our best interests to do it later when he’s feeling more rested.   ❜    lesya explains, the corners of her lips curved upward, as she greets her aunt. it is always a true joy to see nadya, but the princess cannot contain the rush of pride that surges through her at nadya complimenting her.     ❛   you mean that  ?   because this is one of my favorite dresses and i’ve been waiting for an opportunity to use it.   ❜     lesya steps back and, with graceful ease, spins around once.     ❛   though, and i have to say it because it’s the truth, your outfit of choice is absolutely gorgeous too.    ❜     another step back; her eyes fill with awe & admiration as she observes nadya’s chosen look.     ❛   if there was a fashion competition going on right now, i’d surely be the runner up while you took home the trophy.   ❜

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milena.

“ you change every time i get to see you. ” she knew well enough that that was generally how ageing worked, and lenya always felt as if she never got to see enough of irina’s kids, but particularly with lesya she felt like she became more of a woman every time she blinked. “ tell me how you’ve been since moscow, i hardly saw you at all. ”

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a smile has graced her lips since the very moment she appeared at the party, as is customary for her. she is  lesya  romanova after all — if there’s an arena she’s the undisputed queen of, it is social situations. however, the moment she hears someone address her, lesya turns her head in that direction; and her smile blooms upon her face just a little brighter than it had a few seconds ago.     ❛   lenya !   ❜     she exclaims as she steps forward &  wraps her arm around the other briefly by way of a warm greeting.     ❛   unfortunately, as i have discovered,  being a russian princess at a russian university doesn’t really earn you any mercy regarding university’s coursework deadlines. so that’s what i’ve been doing ever since.   ❜     even though she rolls her eyes, there’s no genuine annoyance present.     ❛   tell me, have i done an acceptable job at concealing my under-eye bags ?  the last time i checked, they were as grand as our home.   ❜

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&&. announcing her royal highness, ( alyona  “lesya”  gavrilovna romanova ), the ( 18 ) year old ( princess ) of ( russia ). she is often confused with ( kathryn newton ). some say that she is ( complaisant & impressionable ), but she is actually ( amiable & effervescent ).

hello everyone!!!  i’m hanna, the newest rookie to join this wonderful group. i’m also shamelessly dual loyal because even though i play a russian ( albeit a sweet one who isn’t  involved in that mess ), as a finn, i’m totally rooting for my finnish babies’ success. 

anyway, enough about me — here’s my intro for lesya! pls like this or msg me or something because i’m so excited to start plotting & writing with all of you <3

QUICK FACTS.

full name: alyona gavrilovna romanova

nickname: lesya

title: princess of russia

age / birthday / zodiac: 18 / may 23 2001 / gemini

gender / sexuality / pronouns: cis female / pansexual ( closeted because she hasn’t really announced it to anyone ) / she & her

hogwarts / mbti / enneagram / four temperaments / alignment: hufflepuff. esfp. type 2w3 - the hostess. sanguine. lawful good. 

BIO / INTRO.

so my sweet darling lesya here is the oldest of irina‘s children. the big sister to tasha, tolja and vasya. niece / cousin to other romanovs. 

speaking of her family, there’s not a single one that she doesn’t like. lyosha? admires his strength because being a czar is no easy job. doesn‘t hold certain bad decisions against him because, well, we are all human. irina? although she can be quite intense sometimes, lesya knows her actions come from a place of love and therefore she just loves her darling mother. anya? kind of intense, but lesya admires her ability to handle stuff and the way she carries herself. kostya and nadya? her cool uncle and aunt that she lowkey idolizes. lenya? another intense family member, but she’s so cool! kseniya? lesya isn’t scared of her resting bitchface (she‘s grown up around romanovs. how could she be?) and enjoys spending time with her. she doesn’t mind doing most / all of the talking.

further speaking of their family, lesya knows that she’s the second-in-line to the russian throne. she knows she may end up as the czarina one day, but given that males are basically fertile until the end + her mother is the next in line of succession, she hasn’t really planned her life around it. she’s carried out her royal duties when it has been expected of her, but she‘s stayed away from the main political arena and pursued her other interests. 

those interests are wide and varied. she’s done gymnastics ever since she was a little ( a perfect way to let out that energy ), she’s gotten herself involved in moscow’s fashion circles and hopes to collaborate with a local fashion company. she loves learning new languages (fully fluent in russian and english; various degrees of fluency in finnish, spanish, dutch, french and german) and it’s an ongoing mission, a hobby of hers. 

lesya is also currently a first-year student at MSU (lomonosov moscow state university) where she studies psychology. however, now that she’s joined the royal expedition, she’s put her studies on hold, completing online classes whenever she has time.

quirks include having a massive collection of flavored lip balms. seriously, she has a lot and it’s perfectly organized (by color, flavor and alphabetized). 

also a proud hater of crocs and the sandals/socks combo. if you wear or talk positively about those near her, you better be ready to catch these hands.

personality-wise, lesya is undoubtedly the sweetest / purest of the russians currently in-game. an actual angel, a sweet miss sunshine, a ball of optimistic energy. you know that person who somehow gets along with pretty much everyone? that’s lesya. she will listen to you if you need to vent and will not gossip. it’s not in her nature to be judgmental; if you asked, she would most likely help you bury a body without asking questions. her carefree attitude and genuine joy for life has created her such aura that people can’t help but smile and want to be around her. lesya is not above learning either — whether it’s from her own mistakes or receiving advice from others. also, while she gravitates toward leadership roles, she would rather rule with kindness and have her subjects genuinely like her instead of having them obey her commands only out of fear.

while lesya is sugar and spice and all things nice, she isn’t without flaws. even though she usually apologizes if she realizes or someone brings it to her attention that she’s been rude, she can be quite bossy and stubborn. lesya can also a bit ignorant, though not maliciously. she’s simply lived a sheltered life in moscow and hasn’t felt the need to venture outside her bubble often. she also loves pleasing others which, in a combination with being a people person and trusting of others, leads her to be very easy to manipulate if you know what to do ( @ you shady mofos that are thinking of it, softer tactics work better than tough love ).

OOC / ME.

hanna. 23. she & her. gmt+2 / yet another finn. 

isfj & hufflepuff. 

mentally done with undergrad. mentally never done with shitty, cracky edits. 

i do my best to reply to IMs, but you can also find me @ discord ( will will#4067 is my name there ).

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princess alyona romanova of russia, dressed in paolo sebastian, arrives at the wedding celebrations of princess layla bahiti of egypt and prince aslan osmanoğlu of turkey in istanbul 20/2/20