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[maddamex]

𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑺 ? 𝑷𝑼𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑪 𝑽𝑺. 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑻𝑬 .

lalana paladesh only has one public profile, which is run and edited by the thai royal pr team. despite her initial protest and wish to remain private, both parties agreed that a certain amount of exposure would benefit the royal family. her private instagram account, on the other hand, is the closest thing to a personal photo album. lana only has a limited number of followers, all of whom are friends and close acquaintances, which guarantees that her private information won't be shared with the public so easily. there, she shares photographs of her dogs, horse and most candid moments.

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he's a night mirage at first, a phantasmagoria brought forth consequently by excessive exposure to the mediterian sun earlier in the day, and then he's a body, as real as the tender warmth that envelops her. ''good evening, darling.'' she goes for the noun instead of the name, the one she has learned to associate solely with him, first as a jest and then as a way to bestow attention upon him; a sole remnant of the bygone days. taken aback, not by his presence but by the sudden embrace, lana realizes that the distance between them is meant to be measured in years, not miles. who else would dare to so freely hold her without asking first? a certain kind of duty towards her country has hardened her, tipped the scales of her intrinsic personhood and inverted her into an introvert. terribly private, horribly distrait, and inevitably rigid, she presses herself against him, exposing her heart and neck. ''i would never pretend not to know you, ronan. the good bit it is, then. would you like to join me for a walk?''

📍   côte  d'azur  docks,  midnight  💬   ronan  +  lana  (   @maddamex   )

𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍  𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍  to  be  out  this  late.  he  steps  off  the  yacht  to  almost  complete  emptiness.  his  gaze  shifts  to  the  stars  smudged  behind  clouds,  to  the  docks  lit  by  soft  spill  from  the  marina’s  overhead  lamps.  a  figure  ahead  turns,  moonlight  catching  across  her  features,  and  he's  taken  aback.  he  would  know  that  face  even  in  darkness.  for  a  second,  he  only  looks  —  simply  taking  in  the  fact  that  his  ex-girlfriend  is  standing  few  feet  away  from  him.  not  across  a  room,  not  passing  by.  here.  “lana,”  he  calls  out  to  her  as  he  walks  closer,  his  voice  quieter  than  usual.  his  grin  softens  into  something  nostalgic.  “hi,”  he  says,  a  little  breathless  with  how  natural  it  still  feels.  his  reaches  out  and  wraps  an  arm  around  her  in  a  hug,  like  his  body  remembers  the  shape  of  her  before  his  mind  can  catch  up.  when  he  pulls  back,  his  hands  slide  into  his  pockets  like  muscle  memory.  “so,”  he  says,  that  smile  tugging  at  the  edge  of  his  mouth  again,  “is  this  the  part  where  we  pretend  not  to  know  each  other?  or  skip  straight  to  the  good  bit?”

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''forgive me. i must've misunderstood you. i hardly realized that you're one of the employees. are you a kitchen porter or perhaps even a waiter?'' blame it, of course, on bad lighting and obnoxiously loud music, but this is where the knot of confusion begins to tighten even faster. her interest piqued, she twists the conversation in the opposite direction, irreverently pertinacious. ''if that is the case, then i'd like a glass of dubonnet, please.''

alike   a   cat   in   a   thunderstorm   ,   sun-ji   stared   at   the   other   with   wide   unblinking   eyes   and   their   mouth   slightly   agape   .   confusion   didn't   linger   in   what   was   said   ,   exactly   ,   moreso   the   way   the   words   were   swallowed   with   how   little   he   paid   attention   to   them   .   “   you   don't   believe   nearly   enough   in   forks   ”   with   a   sigh   that   felt   way   too   heavy   to   be   added   into   a   conversation   like   this   .   it   resembled   of   a   parent   disappointed   in   their   child's   doing   or   a   broken   mug   at   the   end   of   a   stressful   work   day   ,   but   definitely   not   a   debate   involving   cutlery   in   a   combat   situation   . 

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𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐:  𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊  𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚒,  𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑   𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗,  𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 @dcydreamz

the fresh smell of basil and thyme permeating the air greet lalana first, followed closely by the restless buzzing of the restaurant's maître d', who escorts her to her favourite spot, down by the mullioned windows and a row of white oleanders and bay laurel planted in fine porcelain pots. once seated and obscured from view, she attempts to focus on carte du jour, only for her dark eyes to find their path to a familiar face. now that she's looking, she can't simply look away, rising to her feet instead. everything that needs to be said has already been said between the two of them, save for this: ''are you waiting for someone?'' she questions, graciously allowing a healthy distance to stay between their bodies. ''or are you alone?''

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''well don't mind me, i was just trying to be chivalrous.'' she bobs a curtsy as if to punctuate the statement, more out of breath than she'd like to admit, propping a single hand upon her hip. accustomed to an amalgamation of adrenaline and sheer pride, lalana nevertheless smiles, her steady hands smoothing down the growing creases on her pleated tennis skirt. ''i actually haven't played in ages, but i'll dutifully accept my defeat.''

time   :   1:25pm,   saint's   day   off. location   :   the   racquet   club,   tennis   court   !

      "   oh,   c'mon   !   "   saint's   tone   is   playful,   island   sun   beating   down   onto   the   tennis   court   as   he   watches   the   ball   bounce   once   and   just   out   of   reach   for   his   opponent   to   return.   "   that's   forty   -   fifteen   for   game   two.   i   thought   you   said   you   were   gonna   beat   me   this   time   !   "

[maddamex]

steel for steel, stern looks for stern looks; let two mirrors face each other and they'll reflect the same thing over and over again ⸻ into oblivion. formidable and therefore difficult, she offers him a subtle nod of acknowledgment before raising a delicate brow in his direction, quick in her assessment. ''thank you, and good evening to you.'' which is lalana's not-so-subtle way of getting the point across. once inside, she sinks unceremoniously into the back seat and sighs as if she's discarding something; a thought, a coat, or a tight pair of shoes. ''take me down to the docks. please.''

+   open:   to   residents +   location:   wherever   your   muse   is   leaving   for   the   night

headlights   emerge   from   a   distance   ,   illuminating   an   attire   worth   more   than   his   paycheck   as   romeo   aligns   tires   to   curb   &   then   kills   the   engine   .   he   doesn't   worry   himself   with   the   wait   ,   tension   already   forming   in   his   wrists   when   he   unravels   his   grip   from   the   steering   wheel   ,   a   reluctant   release   before   his   seatbelt   clicks   &   he's   exiting   the   vehicle   .   he   refrains   from   a   greeting   .   romeo's   gaze   peering   over   the   hood   toward   his   client   where   eye   contact   is   made   &   the   night's   breeze   converses   between   them   .   words   but   a   formality   romeo   isn't   paid   enough   to   entertain   ,   his   terse   lips   matching   a   tight   jaw   when   he   commits   to   an   about   -   face   &   circles   around   to   the   passenger   side   of   the   car   .   after   all   ,   this   is   what   he's   been   hired   to   do   .   so   opening   their   door   should   suffice   enough   ,   romeo   propping   it   with   roughened   hands   for   them   to   slide   into   the   back   . 

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''i'm afraid a fork wouldn't have inflicted any real damage, save to the vanity,'' lalana mutters, silent in her observation as a light laugh slips past her lips and between her slender fingers, now a moment closer to bemoaning the very idea of this conversation. ''i have a cousin who would agree with you, at least. the last time i saw him, he was only five. now he's almost seven.''

⊹ to : anyone ⊹ where : l'eclipse club after party

“   I'm   really   reaaaalllyy   starting   to   regret   coming   here   ,   not   gonna   lie   .   didnt   know   which   fork   to   use   to   end   my   misery   with   and   all   the   food   was   suspiciously   not   shaped   like   dinosaurs   ”   mostly   a   joke   .   not   that   anyone   could   actually   tell   with   how   solemn   sun-jin   kept   their   face   .   “   speaking   off   ,   remind   me   again   .   .   .   why   exactly   did   I   ditch   recording   to   come   here   ?   ” 

[maddamex]

''i am just waiting for someone,'' she says simply, her graceful pale fingers resting on the top rail of a vacant chair, unmoving. statuesque in all but height, with the nonpareil cold quality only a noble could possess, she cants her head in consideration, allowing taut muscles along her jawline to relax. her lips too, almost surrender, contorting instead into a half-smile well-familiar to the public. ''but i suppose, it wouldn't hurt to sit down.''  

indifferent yet forthright, she takes a seat next to eden, slanting her legs to the side without fully crossing them. ''how's your evening so far?''

eden’s  not  here  for  the  spectacle.  she’s  tucked  into  the end  of  the  long  dinner  table,  black  silk  dress,  diamonds  winking  whenever  she  turns  her  head.  champagne  untouched.  a  faint,  knowing  smile  playing  on  her  mouth  as  the  room  hums  with  too  many  introductions  and  even  more  ambition.

conversations  swirl  around  her—loud,  eager,  desperate  to  impress.  eden  just  listens,  absently  tracing  the  rim  of  her  glass,  quietly  ranking  everyone’s  shoes  and  secrets.

a  shadow  falls  across  her  table.  she  looks  up,  meets  their  eyes  with  that  lazy  kind  of  confidence  only  people  born  for  spotlights  can  muster.

“you  gonna  sit?”  eden  asks,  voice  warm  but  edged.  “or  just  planning  to  stand  there  until  the  caviar’s  gone?”

—

inauguration  dinner,  grand  pavilion  —  open  starter.

[maddamex]

𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑳𝒀 𝑹𝑶𝒀𝑨𝑳 ; event one / inauguration .

[maddamex]

(  mookda  narinrak  •  cis  woman  •  she/her  )ㅤ  ›ㅤ  is  that  ꒰  LALANA  ‘LANA’  PALADESH꒱  ?  stepping  onto  the  island  is  always  a  sight,  and  theirs  is  no  exception.  the  ꒰  TWENTY-EIGHT  ꒱  year  old  ꒰  SOCIALITE  /  PHILANTHROPIST꒱  has  been  calling  ꒰  CHÂTEAU  AZURE  ꒱  home  for  ꒰  2  MONTHS  ꒱,  effortlessly  moving  through  azure’s  elite  while  ensuring  all  eyes  remain  on  them.  with  a  staggering  net  worth  of  ꒰  3  BILLION  ꒱,  they’ve  more  than  secured  their  spot.  they’re  always  seen  with  their  ꒰  WILD  BLUEBELL  BY  JO  MALONE  ꒱  and  every  time  you  hear  ꒰  FISHTAIL  BY  LANA  DEL  REY  ꒱  playing,  you  can  guarantee  it’s  them.

NAME LALANA SUVADHANA PALADESH . NICKNAMES AFFECTIONATELY CALLED LANA BY THE PUBLIC ADRESSED AS LADY PALADESH, THOUGH ONLY ON FORMAL DOCUMENTS ZODIAC LIBRA SUN. DOB OCTOBER 2ND, TWENTY-EIGHT. GENDER CIS WOMAN. PRONOUNS SHE/HER. PLACE OF BIRTH BANGKOK, THAILAND. RELIGION THERAVADA BUDDHISM. OCCUPATION SOCIALITE, PHILANTROPIST, EQUESTRIAN

HEIGHT FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES / 1.65 CM. HAIR DARK BROWN, REGULARLY STYLED. EYES DARK BROWN SCENT ANYTHING BY JO MALONE. HOBBIES POLLO, SWIMMING, SAILING, HORSE RIDING. LANGUAGES THAI, ENGLISH, FRENCH, RUSSIAN & MANDARIN CHINESE

FATHER SOMSAK PALADESH MOTHER PRINCESS ADISAYA ( KING'S YOUNGER SISTER ) SIBLINGS NONE.

WIKIPEDIA PAGE. ( general disclaimer. many things were altered on purpose in regards to the royal family, as this is supposed to be a work of fiction. )

lalana suvadhana paladesh is a thai socialite, philanthropist, and equestrian. she is the only child of princess adisaya, of house mahidol, and somsak paladesh, banker and billionaire businessman of thai descent. she is eighth in line to the throne of thailand. her mother, princess adisaya, according to royal custom, would have lost her title upon marrying a man of lower rank. however, they divorced in 2008, and she subsequently returned to the royal court.

she was born on october 2nd, in amphorn sathan residential hall of the dusit palace in bangkok. though it’s impossible to fully gauge lalana’s net worth, most of her wealth comes from her father, as she’s been a shareholder in his banking empire since birth. 

she completed and attended primary to secondary levels at chitralada school, bangkok, while the rest of her education was completed overseas (  usa and united kingdom ) . she studied at eton college, graduating with a bachelor of arts in philosophy. lalana was captain of the swimming team and equestrian club at eton.

between 2016 and 2020,  she participated in the global champions show jumping tour in valencia, monte carlo, cannes, estoril, and rio de janeiro. since 2020, paladesh has not taken part in multiple phases of the longines global champions tour, and reduced her participation to the monaco phase only.

she has represented both families on official overseas tours and has played a significant role in various charitable activities by undertaking several projects, with her charity work primarily focusing on issues surrounding poverty and wildlife preservation. she has been actively involved in such projects despite classifying herself as a private citizen.

she has been featured in numerous magazines, and even collaborated with montblanc on a jewelry line named 'royal blue & gold'. she owns three fashion stores, in new york, monaco, and, respectfully, bangkok. in december 2017, she was guest-editor of vogue thailand and appeared on the magazine's cover.

vanity fair selected paladesh as one of the names on the international best dressed list of 2017, 2019, and 2023.

in 2022, for women’s history month, mattel made an exclusive line of barbie dolls modeled after paladesh. 

as of 2025, paladesh holds four national honours: dame of the most illustrious order of the royal house of chakri, dame of the ancient and auspicious order of the nine gems, dame grand cordon of the order of the white elephan, dame grand cross of the order of saint-charles ( monaco ). 

in the period between 2020–2022, she served in the royal thai army, and holds the rank of an air marshal. during her service, she renounced her salary and any money that cadets usually receive.

in 2022, she was selected for forbes 30 under 30 in thailand.

in 2023, she obtained a master’s degree at the university of cambridge. the same year, the university introduced a scholarship in honour of paladesh. four full scholarships are awarded annually to enable thai students to study at cambridge to complete a four-year bachelor’s programme.

paladesh regularly attends the annual rose ball and the formula one competition monaco grand prix. she was previously linked with a monégasque prince, but no relationship was ever confirmed. 

due to her commitment to philanthropy and arts, lalana was named a UNESCO goodwill ambassador on 1 february 2024.

EXTRA .

despite being largely known by many people, lalana isn't quite classified as a public figure, and has mostly been present in the circle of other royals / occasionally celebrities.

her title remains a matter of dispute, though she isn't greatly bothered by it. most will simply address her as madame, though if she marries someone of her stature, she will be able to take on the title of a princess. she's an active participant in all royal duties and is set to inherit a portion of wealth from her mother, which mostly comes in gold and jewels.

she leads an incredibly private life and bears no interest for fame, though what she wants and what she gets are two entirely separate things. she is, after all, a divisive figure, and people are fond of speculation.

has a bit of a rebellious streak, but it comes in moderation. when no one is looking, she insists on driving by herself, and much to the chagrin of many, loves to speed, loves some thrill, including jumping off some very high cliffs.

a smoker, but she tries her best to lie about it.

has two dogs, one chocolate labrador retriver, and one beagle. she trained them herself. additionally, she made sure to have her trusted horse here too.

POTENTIAL PLOTS.

i. WHAT'S MEGHAN MARKLE'S SECRET? bear with me here, but every prince harry needs their meghan. so this could be someone who is either linked to lana despite there not being anything between them, or maybe something(?) is actually unfolding behind the scenes, but in any case, the media simply hasn't been treating them kindly ( as anyone who isn't royal is technically lower in ranking ). it's relentless, of course, but it has been giving this muse a newfound fame and attention. / will depend on vibes, but is open to anyone, regardless if they're a guest or employee.

ii. MY FAIR LADY. i'd love someone who has been catching lana at the worst possible moments, be it when she's smoking, unnerved, or doing something that she isn't supposed to do. whatever they decide to do with this information would certianly be up to player, so if they want to run to the press they can, or they could join her in her madness. / open 0/1.

iii. LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO. as someone who served in army for two years, lalana got to experience the other side of life. at times, she misses the simplicity of life that comes with being a regular citizen, so this muse would almost be her partner in crime. the crime? doing the most basic things she doesn't get to do on most days. / open to employees. 0/1

iv. in general, maybe someone she keeps crossing paths with for whatever reason / has known them for years. on the other hand, to counter this, maybe someone she was linked to in the past and the relationship end up terribly.

i want to offer more, but my brain simply refuses to cooperate, so we shall leave the rest to brainstorming. however, i'm always open to anything and everything and love love to get into the details !

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ROMAN HOLIDAY 1953 — dir. William Wyler