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dcmvs​:

Domas stopped squeezing Dalia but didn’t let her go far. He hadn’t expected to be so worried but three of their friends and predecessors had died sudden and somewhat mysterious deaths and now there was gunfire at a royal event. The idea of losing Dalia had been unbearable in that moment. “Are you sure? I heard the gunshots and then they ushered us away. I couldn’t find you. I was worried. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. I just worried.” 

all things concerned, she had been left alone, getting steadily drunker as she laughed along with what ever a decently attractive man had spewed at her. dalia hadn’t even noticed that people had moved outside for the fireworks. “i was inside the entire time, i think -- i missed the entire thing.” her brows furrowed then, eyes looking on to the room filled with panicked royals. there’s nothing quite so sobering as tragedy. “was anyone hurt?” 

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sylvivs​:

“Have you ever gone blonde?” She nudged the other princess with a Webster clad heel. “What about highlights? No! Red heads? They’re a rarity but sort of unmistakable.” It might help if she had aspirations of getting a Hungarian drivers license in the near – distant future. A new color would give her an excuse if she had failed in the end. Although, the shift in conversation forced manicured brows to dive. “Ha, that’s quite funny. If I can stomach it.” Pun intended, she couldn’t and no amount of alcohol could ply Sylvia otherwise. “They would be something, wouldn’t they? Have you met Levente Viktor Croÿ?” Unstoppable and prone to neglect if they weren’t as important as a crown. The mere image of the Hungarian as a dad brought a finality to her tone, settling into the smooth, whimsical rhythm of her accent. Pragmatism would dictate that this is where that leg of the conversation ends. “I haven’t seen her yet which makes sense. We’re disguised. You did a better job than I! Did you match with, hmph, the Norwegian?”

“i’ve done highlights... and i had reddish hair for one of my movies- but i don’t think i looked very good in it, honestly.” it had made her look younger, somehow, and although her unique complex of looking too young in the industry would be enviable to others     dalia couldn’t stand being type-casted in netflix teen dramas well into her mid twenties. strangely     perhaps, sadly     she was slowly beginning to understand the feeling that was subtly present in the space between sylvia’s words. if tonight was any indication, would she feel the same way about kristoffer in the future? “no i believe i haven’t had the pleasure. i always feel a little ...intimidated-” ( annoyed, would be the better verb ) “when meeting important royals. you never know if they’re going to look down on me because of how i got my title... even though... you know, i probably have more followers on instagram than them.” she threw her head back with a laugh, eyes fluttering shut at the jest. she should know more than anyone that such things hardly matter anymore. “me and kristoffer? god no. i’ve been working with designers ever since the invitation came... although we do look a little like hades and persephone, no? at least that’s what my publicist would come up with if she was here.” 

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dcmvs​:

When Domas finally found Dalia he was practically frantic. He caught sight of a gold dress and flower petals and went running. “Dalia. Jesus, there you are. I was worried. Are you alright?” Domas didn’t expect to be this worried and didn’t know what to do with his feeling but he pulled his sister into a hug and refused to let her go. “Viskas gerai. Jums viskas gerai,” he muttered into Dalia’s hair, more for his own benefit rather than her own. @daliaradziwill​

she was even more confused then she was before domas came into her line of vision. in her mind, the explosions were nothing more than additional ruptures of the fireworks amplified by the dramatics of entitled royals. dalia had been worked in america, where a trip to the local strip mall could end in a hail of bullets. she thought that such a thing in a royal event with security measures up to everyone’s noses would be near impossible. “i-i’m fine! domas- calm down.” and everyone thought she was the actor of the family. 

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krstoffcrs​:

            ❛      yes   ,   we   had   an   agreement   .   one   which   meant   i   would   help   you   keep   you   career   which   ,   in   case   you   haven’t   noticed   ,   will   be   hard   enough   already   given   all   the   expectations   you’ll   now   have   to   face   .      ❜      kris   sighs   .   yes   ,   parties   are   parties   ,   but   for   a   royal   with   a   crown   they’re   also   an   opportunity   to   meet   potential   associates   .   norway   could   always   do   with   a   few   more   deals      &      he’d   do   much   better   if   he   didn’t   have   to   explain   it   .      ❛      this   isn’t   me   doing   that   .   this   is   me   asking   for   you   not   to   be   attached   to   my   hip   the   entire   night   .   i   hardly   think   that’s   too   much   to   ask   ,      &      i   don’t   understand   why   you’re   continuing   to   argue   with   me   over   it   ,   either   .      ❜      they’re   not   beholden   to   each   other      &      he   can’t   fathom   why   it’s   such   an   issue   for   him   to   request   some   space   .   unless   ,   she   read   into   their   conversation   in   phuket   too   deeply   .   had   she   mistaken   his   kindness   for   something   else      ?      his   eyebrows   pull   together   in   thought   .      ❛      we’re   in   an   arrangement   ,   not   a   relationship   .   people   expect   us   to   arrive   together   .   they   expect   us   to   perhaps   share   a   drink   ,   a   dance   ,   a   few   words   .   but   what   i   won’t   do   is   allow   it   to   define   our   lives   .   you’re   free   to   do   as   you   will   .      ❜

“i’m not in love with you, for fuck’s sake-- and i don’t expect you to fall in love with me. this isn’t about us not being in a relationship.” even though things would be easier, far easier, if they were allowed to be stupid and ridiculous under the guise of their emotions. perhaps silje was completely right, that she wasn’t going to be treated as a human with her own thoughts and wants, much less a valued member of the family. but dalia still held on to her pride, with such strength that was better placed elsewhere, she wasn’t about to cling onto his arm and hope that she wont feel alone in the crowd. “fine then, i suppose our last conversation was just a misunderstanding. thank you for clearing it up.” and she tried her best not to frown, for the feeling of disappointment had burrowed deep in the pit of her stomach. “i’m sorry i didn’t know arrangements are nothing more than a surrogacy agreement.” ( that they weren’t supposed to be friends, or to support one another in any way ). her feet stepped back then, one after the other, very much ready to give him what he so wanted.

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krstoffcrs​:

            ❛      oh   ,   dear   .      ❜      he   refrains   an   eye   roll   .   there   are   only   so   many   words   in   every   language   he   knows   that   he   can   use   to   try   explaining   things   to   her   ,   but   he   doubts   she   would   truly   understand   .   how   could   she   ,   when   her   vision   is   success   is   flashing   cameras      &      her   name   on   trophies      ?      ❛      there’s   no   need   to   overreact   ,      ❜      kris   says   carefully   ,   his   gaze   shifting   around   uncomfortably   .      ❛      an   engagement   doesn’t   stop   me   from   my   duties   .   you   might   not   be   concerned   about   politics   but   believe   it   or   not   ,   there   are   more   people   at   this   party   other   than   you   .      ❜      he   takes   a   breath   .   he’s   certain   that   if   it   weren’t   for   his   mask   ,   he’d   be   rubbing   his   eyes   .      ❛      i   never   said   that   we   won’t   be   seeing   each   other   at   all   this   evening   ,   only   that   we’re   at   a   party   full   of   guests      &      i   don’t   plan   on   ignoring   them   all   .   you   should   consider   doing   the   same   instead   of   having   the   intolerant   attitude   of   a   child   ,   just   because   you’re   not   the   centre   of   attention   for   once   .   that’s   not   how   this   world   works   .      ❜

“i’m not overreacting, kristoffer -- because i only asked you for one thing,” dalia darted closer, looking up at the norwegian prince with annoyance and mild anger swimming in her eyes. she had certainly expected the sort of treatment from domas, or any other condescending man who claimed to know her place better than her -- but she certainly didn’t expect it from kristoffer! not when they had a perfectly level discussion about their expectations from the union. despite her childish beginnings, she couldn’t help but to fan the embers into fire in her mind. “didn’t you say that you will not relegate me to a life of being a doll, perched on a shelf?” she shot back, eyes narrowed as she found it increasingly difficult to keep her voice in a level volume. “this is a small party, barely a sliver of the job, yet you want to send me away already?” she couldn’t stand being left to sit still, twiddling her thumbs. if dalia did not have her career to obsess and fret over, what else was she supposed to do? “if you don’t want me to be by your side, why the hell are we doing this?” how were they supposed to begin in trusting each other from opposite sides of the room?

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krstoffcrs​:

            a   sigh   ,   long      &      drawn   out   ,   leaves   his   lips   .   of   course   ,   he   needs   to   choose   his   words   carefully   around   an   actress   .   if   he   says   one   wrong   word   ,   it   could   be   blown   out   proportion      &      the   last   thing   he   needs   to   do   is   create   a   scene   .      ❛      no   ,      ❜      he   says   carefully   .   truthfully   ,   there   isn’t   anything   wrong   with   them   enjoying   the   night   together   .   but   in   the   back   of   his   mind   ,   there’s   a   nagging   voice   telling   him   that   if   they   appear   too   fond   ,   it   will   look   just   as   bad   as   them   not   being   seen   together   at   all   .      ❛      you   can   enjoy   the   party      ;      that   is   what   we’re   here   for   .   we   can   dance   a   little   late   ,   if   you   like   ,   but   the   night   is   yours   to   do   what   you   will   .   i’m   not   entirely   sure   what   else   you   expect   .      ❜

“you don’t need to dance with me if you don’t want to,” there it was, the childishness that she had tried to keep at bay. being the youngest of four and a lauded actor in hollywood had quite gotten into her head, dalia almost stomped her foot at the insolence. how dare he not fall apart at the seams before her! her previous endeavour to not be quite so cliché had been dashed with one well-timed shot of tequila. “i’m sure i can find someone else to dance with until i’m summoned.” dalia kept her tone pleasant, accentuated with a perfectly placed smile, although there was a slight flash in her eyes that said anything but. “you’re right, i really shouldn’t have expected to spend some time with the man i’m supposed to marry, i’ll make rounds by myself at a party full of strangers instead.”

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“pardon?” this was her third or so royal function, and things certainly didn’t get all that much easier. dalia always had the notion that this royal life was temporary, that she was able to return back to her roots as if nothing happened -- and that has made it difficult for her to retain any fleeting friendships that she might’ve formed. apart from domas, kristoffer was all she had. “i thought the plan was for me to attend this party... unless i’m missing something.” perhaps she had placed far too much faith on her betrothed, and after his offhanded promise for her return to normalcy -- it was hard for her not to stutter in hope. “alright, so shall i fuck off then?” she asked lightly, taking a sip of her drink as her eyes scanned the crowds for any familiar face.

*   @daliaradziwill   .   ⤿   𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄   𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋   .

            ❛      so   ,   what   are   your   plans   for   the   evening      ?      ❜      kris   raises   an   eyebrow   as   the   question   leaves   his   lips   .   the   ballroom   is   full   of   attendees      &      he   doesn’t   plan   on   spending   the   night   attached   to   dalia’s   hip   .      ❛      i   have   people   to   meet      &      i   don’t   expect   you   to   be   hanging   around   while   i   do   that   .   it’ll   get   boring   .      ❜

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𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, princess dalia of lithuania arriving in rome for the savoy masquerade in ellie saab couture and a mask of real flowers glued directly onto her skin. 

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sylvivs​:

“I’m thoroughly disappointed.” Sylvia nearly continues on, but holds her tongue for the sake of propriety, and more importantly, discretion. Disparaging her husband, and oh how she could, may relay a message she didn’t quite want out in the open. She leaned in slightly, brows rising a considerable degree; a wry snicker following suit. “They’re rudely beautiful and insanely blonde. I’ve been thinking of dying my hair in hopes that it’ll shimmer in the sun like theirs. Imagine, I’ll fit in with the rest of the Croÿ clan. Have you seen their cousin who’s married to a Dane? Gorgeous. A girl can only dream.” To exaggerate her point, she flicked a few imaginary strands over her shoulder as if her hair wasn’t resting in a high ponytail. “I like to think of Levente as a George Clooney. He’ll grow more handsome with time. I’m praying he’s a salt and pepper kind of guy.” Her words weren’t accompanied by a smile but rather a careful avert of her gaze to the shots placed before them. “Beyonce? There’s no chance she’s performing? I think that would make this the event of the year in my books. I heard her guards are strict on no filming and everyone has to sign an NDA if their in her vicinity.”

dalia had to nod along, entirely agreeing with no ounce of the usual mask of pride that would stop her from admitting that she was jealous of anything. at least royals had just as much at stake around each other, much unlike the hollywood crowd who were always trying to sell off their friends’ secrets to the highest bidder. “no i don’t think i’ve seen her.” she frowned, taking  determined sip of her drink. “god, i think their blonde only works because its natural and shit - there’s no bottle colour that would get our hair to sparkle like that.” she twirled her fingers for extra effect, before landing to play with the ends of her own dark tresses. “okay so if you can stomach it- you should have many kids with him! god, your daughters will be unstoppable!” she squeaked in excitement. if sylvia and levente would be left to repopulate the world, there will be no point differentiating between the celebrities and commoners. everyone will be an influencer at some point. “i met beyonce once, it was backstage of some awards show... she smells so good...” 

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jclvni​:

“ hollywood— ” he starts, then stops. as her monologue commences, the moniker slips from his tongue without so much as a second thought ; could it be anymore fitting ? the liquid in his glass, tinged with chartreuse, leaves a burn at the back of his throat, but it’s the dramatics of her speech leave a grimace on his lips. “ if your age is what’s holding you back, don’t stress. i’m sure some netflix teen drama would still cast you as a sixteen year old. ” another sip. “ what’s pathetic is how long you’ve been nursing that drink for. c’mon, scull it. ”

“oh they better-” she pouted, but only to herself. having a youthful face had always been one worth boasting in the business that she was in, and god knows that dalia was going to milk it as long as she could. at her friend’s prompts, she finally tipped the rest of her beer down her throat, before covering her mouth with a hand as she let out a succession of small burps. “alright, no more beer for me. and i’ll have you know that i took two-” dalia hiccuped soundly. “-shots with those guys over there. do you know them? are they royalty? for the life of me i couldn’t recognise any of them.” 

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sylvivs​:

“Misogyny?! We’re living in the twenty first century for goodness sake. This proves me right, he definitely has a smooth brain. No form of critical thinking is taking place.” Propping head in hand, her fingers drummed rhythmically against her cheeks in thought. She hadn’t a chance with the likes of Daniel but oh how she wished! “On a scale of one to ten how absurd is it to hope he attends the masquerade later this week? Not that I’m plotting on him or anything of the sort! I’m spoken for, of course, although I’m not opposed to making friends.” Her query bordered on candid as did the grin that framed Sylvia’s lips. “Every hour is best for shots, garçom! Wait, I think that’s Portuguese… romance languages are strikingly similar, no? It doesn’t matter, does it? Garçom!”

“the savoys just opened this up to other royals, i don’t think daniel dae kim would be very high up in their list of a-listers that barely made the cut.” she swayed lightly in her seat, and it almost felt like a constant stream of giggles were threatening to come out of her lips. as if dalia was entertaining a very dark secret, she leant forward to speak in low tones to the spanish princess. “if you’re looking to throw out your husband for a hotter, new model i definitely wont blame you!” were there any hungarians around to hear her treason against their crown prince. “his sisters got all the hot genes, no?” she clapped her hands as if sylvia’s call for the bartender was the most amusing thing she’s heard, and dalia asked for four shots of tequila for them both through little giggles. “anyway - i heard that beyonce might be coming to the party! i mean... that’s some industry whispers i heard anyway-- isn’t it funny? if i was still working in london i’d be begging and hoping for an elusive invitation too!” 

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cvrdelia​:

              “ why would i ? ” she asked from behind the phone screen, pausing a little, and then pressing her index finger against the little red circle on the screen. “ we’re tourists, no ? to spend a lot of time and effort denying yourself what makes you happy seems a bit … pretentious. there’s a reason why landmarks are landmarks. might as well engage in things that make you happy.” once dalia closes the space between them, coco presses the little shutter on the side of the screen, watching it go into standby, before handing it back. “ a photo ? me ? i’m good, but thank you for asking. what i do want,” she added, a small smile playing on her lips. “ is gelato. dad says there’s a good place around the corner - would you like to come with ? no pressure if you don’t.”

it was nice to speak to someone who didn’t obsessively care about how one was to be perceived, although dalia had no choice in partaking in the matter just to keep up with the la crowd, she could easily admit that the constant vigilance was exhausting. “you’re right.” she grinned over at the duchess. “and yes! the last time i was here i was only allowed one tiny spoonful by my dietitian, i have to make up for lost time.” a small bubble of laughter, dalia followed the duchess’ lead as they made their way to the aforementioned spot. “also - is mimi alright with you taking off without her? i have to admit i'm not sure what ladies-in-waitings specifically do... mine just sort of hover and tell me how deep i’m supposed to curtsey, but i doubt mimi would need anyone to tell her how to do those sorts of things.” 

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“tell me, am i pathetic to be joining in this thing? i turned twenty-eight a few months ago! aren’t ‘pub crawls’ supposed to be the reason why university students make so many stupid mistakes?” she pouted into her drink, already feeling pleasantly tipsy from the succession of shots she took with perfect strangers who recognised her. “you better tell me if i’m verging on pathetic, jelani, or i will never forgive you!” trust the actor to be the most dramatic drunk around, it seems. ( @jclvni​ ) 

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sylvivs​:

“Wait! Let me guess, he’s empty headed? I’m starting to believe most men have a smooth brain.” A horrible over statement for someone who had been spurned by one in particular. No, scratch that, two. Perhaps quite a few. “I could never, never, slip off my wedding ring,” she grinned, dropping the ring into her glass of champagne. Her hand felt an ounce lighter as she wiggled manicured nails across to Dalia. “–However, if I did it would be for Daniel Dae Kim. They say the camera adds five pounds but surely that silly rule doesn’t apply to him. At least we’d both be risking our marriages. He has a family, I think. Have you met him?”

“more like... his speaking voice just feels annoying to me - and it doesn’t help that he slips in and out of misogyny like an old slipper.” if anyone else was listening in, dalia might be surprised to see her words being a headline of a tabloid the day after. sylvia’s bare fingers caused her to burst out in laughter, eyes narrowing lightly. she wondered blandly if her own marriage would result in the same sort of thing. “i think he might be divorced? i’m not really sure- i think i met him in passing in one function or another, he’s quite nice.” but nice doesn’t really cut it for dalia, and she had sorted daniel dae kim to the ‘boring’ section of her mental roledex of men. “ooh- do you want to get shots? i feel like this is the best time of the night to get shots, don’t you?” 

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“this is the one and only tourist-y thing i permit myself -- and i promise, you can laugh at me right after we get the perfect shot.” they were at the trevi fountain, dalia dressed in a gauzy, strapless black maxi-dress as she perched herself on the edge with one arm stretched gracefully to the air. one shot, and then another, before she used both hands to spread her skirt out behind her, as her chin tilted up slightly with her gaze falling down. as cliché as it might be, of course dalia karolina had known every frame of anita ekberg’s triumphant anointment of marcello mastroianni by heart. finally satisfied, she bounded back to coco to peer at her phone. “i thought they’d let me go inside the water for a picture, since i’m a ‘princess’ and all-” her fingers quoted lazily at the word. “anyway - thank you, darling, you’re a gem!” she grinned over at the statuesque duchess, before moving to stow her phone back into her bag. “do you also want a picture?” ( @cvrdelia​ )

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“he’s only good looking about five minutes into a conversation, let me tell you that.” she took a loud sip of her third ( maybe fourth? ) long-island iced tea, throwing the spanish princess a little grin from her place in the bar. “you could do so much better! you know that, right? i mean - obviously if you’re not married and all that, you could have your pick of actors! and i’ll still be here telling you that they’re not worth the trouble.”  ( @sylvivs​ )

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vncxnzo​:

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there had to be at least one other person here besides ale that was actually happy to see him. vincenzo was sure he had more friends then enemies but coming back here seemed to prove him wrong. or maybe he was just running into all the wrong people. so noticing dalia on the beach gave him some kind of comfort. they were still friends – to his knowledge. 

“dalia, dalia, dalia,” vince started. “have you got any plans today? because if so, drop them because i don’t.”

she looked up from her magazine, a small grin playing upon her lips. it had started when they were both placed on a yacht for a photoshoot in southern italy, and later when she was casted to play an ancestor of his family -- they founded it terribly funny at the time, especially with the copious amounts of alcohol involved. “honestly, that’s entirely dependent on what you’re going to offer me in return? haven’t you heard? i’m a princess now.” her face remained impassive, as if she truly meant what she said. it took her absolutely everything not to burst out laughing.