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Eli was out on one of the balcony’s designated for smoking. He was surprised but pleased to find that no one else was taking advantage of this particular balcony, and he was given a moment of solitude. A moment to gather himself before he plunged back into the crowds of people judging him without even knowing him, simply because of who his mother is, or who his mother isn’t rather. He loved his father, but he hated that he was always made to come to these ridiculous events where he’s forced to interact with people who don’t even pretend to like him. He took a cigarette from his pack and placed it between his lips, as he pulled his lighter from his pocket and lit the exposed end, he noticed he was no longer alone. Eli took a long drag and exhaled before acknowledging the person he viewed as an intruder. “Welcome to the Land of Misfit Toys, need a light?”

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Eliott Henry’s Welcome Back Ball Outfit

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“I got to say, you were starting to sound like a personal ad until the end. Being a burden on society? That I can relate to. I’m basically a burden to everyone.”

“and here i was praying that you would do some more.” Bella teased, giving a stubborn but playful smile. “I like …… going for drinks, going for long drives — going to the beach. oh and being a complete burden on society of course.”

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“Yes, I know why I’m here, I know why my sister’s here, I just don’t understand why you are. My father must have lied when he said you were not planning on coming,” the words stumbled out of his mouth unstoppable, but they were still angry. He felt upset with himself for revealing that he had inquired about her to his father, he didn’t want her to know he thought about her at all anymore. “No, I was just passing through. Gardens are not exactly my scene. Plus this place is ruined for me now.”

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Alexandrine’s aware of the irony. Of all the people in the gigantic palace – of course it would be him she runs into. She’d laugh, if the sight alone didn’t make her feel as if she’d just been punched in the stomach. The amiable smile curling her lips now completely fades away, and her palms clench into fists, nails leaving crescent-like shapes on the sensitive skin. His tone is cold, biting, but it no longer surprises the young duchess. “Popped in for an early morning visit of the Buckingham – what do you think? Surely you know what most of us are here for?” She’ll be damned if she doesn’t try to act as composed as ever. It was going to happen sooner or later, anyways. Still, her tone’s slightly softer when she continues. “You just got here, and you’re telling me you’re not staying? I could – go to the other end of the gardens. You wouldn’t even know I’m here.”

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“He’s just an idiot, Wills. I know it’s not easy, but just put it from your mind the best you can,” he put an arm around his sister and lead her down the corridor towards the way out. “Anything in the city you want to do?”

“ still i can try as much as i can. what he did to me wasn’t right. not a single person. not even my enemies have done something as harmful as he did eli and i honestly can’t forgive him for that. ” she was glad her brother was on her side on this matter, she needed it at this moment. “ yes please, i would love that. ”

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Eli had been walking through the gardens, taking a shortcut to one of the spots in the castle he had deemed secluded enough to get some space from the court. In the back of the garden there was a low wall he could climb to get up to the roof of the adjacent part of the palace. It was the perfect spot to think and unwind after a day smiling and bowing to pretentious nobles who thought little of him because of his birth, but still expected him to play the part of the lord. As he made his way towards the wall, he heard a voice he was not expecting to hear. Turning to face her, with a frown he answered, “What are you doing here Alex?” the words sounded cold, and he didn’t mean in the gardens, he meant in the castle. His father had promised him that Alexandrine wouldn’t be here, it was one of the ways he had convinced him to come on this stupid trip to England. “Do whatever you want, I wasn’t planning on staying.”

It’s late – or early, depending on one’s definition of time, but she can’t bear staying in her room for a second longer. Carefully, the duchess closes the door behind her, and continues down the long corridor, the only sound being the soft pad of her footsteps. It’s the gardens she finally ends up in, but Alexandrine doesn’t mind. As long as she gets away from the stuffy air in her room, she’s golden. The last thing she expects, though, is to see somebody else already there; the brunette squints in the half-darkness, but she still can’t make out their features, and for a moment she stands still, unsure of what to do. “Ah - I didn’t think I would find anyone else here. I could leave, if you want?”

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“I suppose that could be true, your majesty. Although, I doubt any of the ladies attending the dance lesson would be interested in a lowly bastard like myself as a conversation partner, but perhaps there will be a lack of dance partners, and one will swallow their pride and agree to speak to me,” he gave her a sly smile and rubbed the back of his neck, “Will your daughters happen to be attending these lessons?” 

Vivienne turned when she heard him shift, an old-leather bound book in her right hand and not an ounce of surprise or gratefulness in her expression ( she was the queen, after all, and had expected no less ). She acknowledge his apology with a curt nod,  remaining focused on its golden lettering. “There is always room for improvement, Mr. Henry. The instructors hired are some of the best in Europe, I’m sure you’ll learn a few things.” Vivienne turned on her heel, fully facing him with an unamused expression, the book at arms. “And if that offer isn’t tantalizing enough, there are numerous girls sldo attending–a way to polish your charm.”

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Standing straight and shaking his head Eli responded, “I think I’ve done enough bending for the day. So, when you aren’t terrorizing peaceful readers, what do you do for fun, princess?”

“Regardless of whether you are a guest of theirs, this is still my bloody house!” Bella replied, her voice elevating slightly. Hearing his compliment, she shook her head and scoffed. “I’m cute all the time.” she joked, before she gave a little laugh. “you’re not doing it right — you have to bend all the way over.” she teased. 

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how did you get your last bruise?

The same way I get most of my bruises, saying the wrong the thing to the right person. 

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“That’s odd, I thought I was here as the guest of your parents, not you,” he stated calmly, then he smiled. “I have to say, you look very cute when you’re angry.” He closed his book and stood to face the princess, and gave her a mock bow. “I apologize, your royal highness, for being so.. flippant. “

“You are a guest in this house, my house and you think that you can treat me with disrespect. Didn’t your parents ever teach you any manners?” She asked, feeling a small amount of rage bubbling through her veins. “Yes a huge palace that has been over-run by people from all over the world who think that they can still treat people the way that they treat them in their own country — this is my palace and my country I can do whatever I want to do in it. If I want to use this room I have the right to!” she spat, the venom just dripping from her words. 

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“And you think I’m the one that needs to work on my insults?” Eli let out a loud laugh, “No words that an ugly tramp like you spews could hurt my ego. I have no need to impress you. You are no one to me. Any insult you could possibly try to on me, I have heard a million times over, by better people than you, “ he shook his head, still smiling, still laughing, “You sure do like that word, don’t you? ‘whore’, is that what they call you back home? Now that you’re in a new place around new people, you thought you’d try it out yourself? Well it was a pathetic attempt. Now go away, you’re boring.”

Natalia just shrugged again, laughing softly at his words. “Trust me,” she purred. “I have many redeeming qualities,” her eyes glanced down to his crotch obviously and she tilted her head a little. “Although it seems that you don’t,” the woman frowned, almost pouting. Nat shrugged a little and gave him an innocent smile. “Perhaps I am. Maybe you’re the whore’s son, or the whore’s sister. No one really knows the difference when it comes to you French.”

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“You block my light and I’m the rude one? I said please,” he shook his head in disbelief, “Perhaps I don’t want to ‘retire to my quarters’, this place was perfectly quiet and secluded. This palace is huge, and there are so many other places for you to stand, and do whatever it is you’re doing. Isn’t there someone else you can bother?”

“Does nobody around here apart from me have any manners? If you want privacy and light – I suggest you retire to your own private quarters where you will not be interrupted.”

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“Puddin?” he scoffed, “I think I’m going to have to disagree with you on that. I could really cause a lot of damage with a fork.”

“ you couldn’t hurt me even if you tried, ‘puddin. “

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“I wasn’t trying to insult you. It’s just that you seem to have no redeeming qualities. So really, anything I say to you is going to come across as an insult,” he replied casually, then with more venom he added, “It only matters if you were referring to someone in my family, if that were the case then we will have a problem.”

Natalia looked over at the man with a roll of her eyes. “Does it really matter? One French whore is the same as another,” she told him with a shrug of her shoulders. She scoffed a little and shook her head. “If you’re trying to insult me, I suggest you work a little harder. I too wonder how I was allowed here, although I suspect my father paid them a hefty amount to board me.”

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What does the last text you received say? And from whom?

My last text is from Aleksander and it says “Eli is the most handsome, intelligent, and hilarious man here. I want to be just like him when I grow up.” 

Okay, maybe that’s not what it says, but give me a break, I’m not going to read my text messages to you. Sod off. As the English would say.

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Finally looking up from his book to see the speaker, he realized it was the Queen of England. He had just told the Queen of England to move. He had gotten himself in some hot water before, but this was certainly different. He closed his book and dropped in to a bow, even though he was a bastard his father would expect him to be courteous to his hostess. “I apologize, I should have looked before I spoke, “ he rose and gave her a slight smirk, “I will of course head over to the dancing lesson, but are you sure you don’t want me to be the instructor?”

“Although an afterthought, I appreciate your courtesy,” the Queen chided, devoid of the gratefulness she claimed to have. She spared a disinterested glance at the book in his grasp before gliding across the room to a dusty bookshelf. Her voice rang SHARP, echoing off the marble walls. “A dance lesson is about to commence in the West Wing Ballroom.I strongly suggest your attendance.”

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“Well let’s find a pub that has karaoke and I will give you your musical number, “ he was showing her his silly side. Something rare that few people got to experience. “We can do a duet, I will even let you pick the song.”

                          ❛ YES, ❜ AURORA says, with a roll of her eyes, ❛ you’re god’s             gift to earth, men, and women, elliot. really. ❜ despite the sarcasm, her             voice is fond, and she grins at him.  maybe she’s not in love with elliot             anymore, but she does still love him, all the same.   and seeing him is             one of the bright spots, stuck in london.  ❛ and c’mon, you’re no prince             philip. for one, where’s the musical number?? ❜