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hrh-zara‌                            zara of india .

“never underestimate the power of some strong ass weed, baby.” she laughed a full laugh at her friend’s dramatic reaction. “dramatic much? i have REALLY rubbed off on you.” she slowly nodded at her friend’s next words. “so you’re planning on telling your husband all about your illicit activities? there’s no way in hell i’m telling Nas.” it wasn’t that she didn’t trust Nas, but she didn’t want to risk Nas thinking less of her because of her antics with Agnes. creating a ruckus around college was one thing, helping run a drug cartel was another. she didn’t expect Nas, like any rational human, to look past the second one. besides, what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. “i mean, if Nas wanted to, then i’m not gonna stand in the way!” she replied, trying to sound as if that would be the only reason she would have kids or want them. “i mean, undying love and affection? i can mould them into whoever i want? yeah, parenting sounds like a good gig if you put it like that. but the parent teacher meetings, the piano lessons, the needing to reprimand them when they do something wrong? not really my scene. if my kid got into trouble, chances are instead of grounding them, i’d high-five them.”

             ‘         only way golf could be remotely fun ,       would be a golf - themed orgy or something like that .         ‘                              strong      words for capping a fruitless debate .                 immediately at zara’s words ,        agnes laughde lightly and shook her head .                             ‘       hell   no ,        but i won’t be sneaking out anymore ,        i won’t be pretending to be good and quiet ,       because my debt will be paid and my life will be sold and therefore my life will be      mine      for the first time ever .                 full circle ,     baby .       ‘                           it would be a relief to be out of her parent’s radar and grasp ,       for once and for all .                and once they’d said      i do ,        NO TAKEBACKS .                   it didn’t really matter whether they’d love eachother ,       or even like one another ,       it didn’t matter if they ended up separated after the first two months ,           all that mattered was that she’d be        far ,        and she’d never step a foot back in belgium .                    rolling her eyes ,        agnes elbowed her friend and partner in crime .                                ‘         well ,       you high five them while      naaaaaas     scolds them ,          sounds like a plan .        ‘                      she winked ,        smirking cheekily .                              ‘        while we’re on it ,        how’re things with the missus - to - be ?       ‘

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adriianbs‌                            adrian of sweden .

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          stirring awake as the bright sunlight crept through the curtains, adrian groaned softly, hating the sudden brightness before his shut eyelids as he came to it. turning to his side, he slowly opened his eyes, emerald greens falling on the figure next to him. well … it happened again. with kane being around, he could feel the guilt building up even more, yet they both needed it bad that they kept finding their way into each other’s beds. he remained quiet for a bit, deep in thought, quite out of it that he didn’t notice agnes waking up after him.

             as a light sleeper when she went to sleep sober        - or something close to it - ,         adrian’s movements while he stirred besides her were enough to wake her up ,        cracking a single eye open and shifting to cover from the light before sighing deeply and slowly ,      and turning to adrian .                  she looked at him in silence for a moment ,        wondering      - knowing -     what was troubling him .                  he was gorgeous ,        and a great fuck ,       he even cared about her .                   in their predicament ,       both to be married ,       agnes couldn’t help but fantasize what it’d be like if they were more than two people that enjoyed having sex with eachother ...           and then struggled to supress a laugh .                    wordlessly ,       she turned to her side ,      clear hues studying him .                                    ‘        you know ,       you thinking about my brother whenever we’ve just had sex is a       huge      turn off ,         adrian darling .       ‘

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princedaan‌                         daan of beligum .

“Yeah, I guess so.” Daan flopping down to sit by her. “I know its not a good reason to forgive me for all this time I’ve spent being the way I was to you but I just hope we can work back to being close. I mean, our parents suck but we could be closer siblings if we wanted.”

               for some reason ,      daan’s words make her feel inevitably guilty ,      as though the drifting away was her fault and not his choice ,      and even if a part of her would’ve wanted to say       yes ,      let’s fix this ,       the domineering part of her being was quick to shut it out .                   what would she tell him ?          that she was stabilishing big drug trafficking routes or the new coke that she was going to get next week and was practically     dreaming     about ?                    and what could     he     tell her ?              to talk to her parents again ,       to     “ forgive and forget “ ?                 he’d probably turn on her like the rest of them ,     too ,      as soon as he saw she was far more fucked up than he could fix or even handle .                    so she shrugged and took a drag from the cigarette ,       flicking the ash off the window .                              ‘       what for ?           i’m never returning to belgium and you’ll forget all about everything once you marry your little dolly .       ‘

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andreas & agnes !!

     since setting foot back in england ,      agnes was yet to go back into buckingham .               she’d rented a hotel room under a fake name for gathering her things ,       her     life ,       and maybe a little visit of adrian under the radar .                 but by tomorrow ,       she’d be back in the summit ,      back to clipping her own wings and pretending to be several      personas      for each and everyone she encountered .                   now ,     sat at a bar ,      she tapped her feet to the rhythm of the band playing at her back ,     gave the bartender a flashing smirk and sipped her dry martini .                      clear hues find an all - too familiar figure ,       her gaze retreats back into herself and she shifts on her seat ,      halfway hoping he wouldn’t see her ...           but majorly ,      that he’d come close .

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princedaan‌                     daan of belgium .

“I’ve always been messed up, just you two didnt’ notice. If I wasn’t drinking and fighting, I was high and passing out in random places. Thats why Kris was a good friend even if you though he was annoying, he covered my ass alot.” Daan rubbing the back of his neck. 

                at daan’s words ,       agnes wanted to laugh .               nobody in their family knew that she was trafficking ,       or that she had been doing drugs since she was fourteen ,       they knew she drank and smoked but ,      anything else ?          off - limits ,       censored ,      muted .               she took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled slowly ,       nodding .                            ‘       it’s always the quiet ones ,      huh ?       ‘                              the young woman teased him ,      quickly overcoming the shock .                  afterall ,       he’d been young ,       and gullible ,      and perhaps agnes still didn’t forgive the way he shut her out ,        her pride didn’t allow her to be ...         comprehensive .

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princedaan‌                         :                       daan of belgium .

Daan chuckled lightly. “I wish i was but I’m not. I’m very sober and not lying to you Ag. It all happened do you want to see the article or did you forget when Kris just suddenly wasn’t around anymore?” Daan didn’t know how to make her know it was the truth. 

                well     she    sure wished she was high and not exactly with weed .          stammering for a moment ,      she shook her head .                         ‘       i  ----  guess ?       but he was always annoying so i thought maybe you’d come to your senses ...       ‘                             so daan had beat up a guy and that other one had taken the fall for him ,     and ---                           ‘      you   ----    punched someone ?           you ?            punched someone .            and your best friend took the fall ...        ‘                               perhaps it was denial ,     perhaps it was the shock ,     or maybe agnes had a bit of a sadist’s strike .             her brows arched and she nodded slowly ,      making a      well then     face .                           ‘        and here i was thinking kane and i were the messed up ones .           welcome     to the club ,      daan .        ‘

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princedaan‌                   :                   daan of belgium .

Daan was sitting on the bed when his sister walked in. He was about to speak until she told him to stop. With the door locked, Daan sighed some. He knew this was going to freak her out but he needed to tell her and well, Kane one day. “When I was 15…I went out with Kris and we got really drunk…well i got in a fight and almost killed the man. Kris pulled me off him as the cops showed and I ran. He took the blame, he is serving time because of me. I paid for the man’s bills and still care for Kris’ family but the man I hurt, he’s blind now…so yeah, after that I just found it better to hide then anything. I’m sorry I hurt you in the process.” 

                it was hard to shock agnes ,        but as daan spoke her brain did a shortcut ,     eyes expressionless and set on her older brother .                bringing the cigarette to her lips ,     she took a long drag from it and exhaled slowly ,      not a single sound escaping her for minutes that felt like hours between them .             finally ,      she arched her brows and canted her head to the side .                               ‘      are you high ?     ‘

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✧ ( adrian )

        *      send  ✧  and i’ll mark all that apply to your muse .

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ( imma go laugh now ) ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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         *      send  ✧  and i’ll mark all that apply to your muse .

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret ( already does ). ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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u ever just wanna…….suck on his fingers

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christiianss‌                  :                   christian of luxembourg .

                FOR THE PAST few, dreadful days, christian would wake up with a raging headache, one only curable by the effects of caffeine. in particular, the root cause of his headache was the immovable fact that he did not want to be here. instead of aimless chatter with some of the other royals who seemed far too caught up in themselves, christian preferred the confines of his own bedroom, preferred to daydream about african sunsets and the northern lights rather than spend one more second in the palace – the drafted itineraries and photos that were scattered across the room might have suggested that he was ready for a trip, but in all honesty, there was something in the back of his mind that had kept him grounded here. rubbing his eyes and clearing his head, christian finally rose from his far-too-comfortable position lying in bed, the silk sheets draping lazily across his legs. 

“i’d be more impressed if you had managed to do so silently, y’know, so far as to not wake me up at …” he paused, his morning irritation clearly tinting his words, “what time is it anyway?” a forced, sarcastic smile found a way to his lips, her words reminding him of a not-so-favorable future for the both of them – not that it was any knock on agnes … she was far too beautiful for his words to describe, great at keeping his parents happy, and intriguing and mysterious to a point where she just kept drawing him back. he just �� preferred to be on his own, is all. “spare me,” he responded as he let his face sink into his hands.  “do entertain me though, are you going to keep doing this – ” he gestured at the window, hinting at her escapades and sneaking out, “on our honeymoon too, or is it just like a … temporary thing?” christian was partially scared he already knew the answer to that, but raised an eyebrow to agnes anyway.

              her ears were ringing still from the night spent ,       but she felt immortal ,     invincible .             pulling a leaf from out of her hair ,      she chuckled softly ,      barely paying any attention to christian while he spoke ,      and instead leaving the leaf below one of the mugs abandoned .                   her clear eyes roamed the papers on the desk ,      the itineraries ,      curiously shifting the papers before her attention was snapped back to him as though a slap had turned her face .                hues that shone bright ,      glassy and pooling irises of black under the influence of the substances she’d ingested ,       were the crown jewels to the features that now       - if only briefly -      appeared more humane than usual ,     tilted to the right side just barely ,     her lips parted as a sigh slowly escaped them .                                 ‘        then you should’ve made sure there weren’t knock - down things near the window ,        then you would still be asleep ...            that’s a lie ,      i would’ve woken you up   ----   three      minutes ago .         ‘                              she looks fleetingly proud ,      like a child that has just said something magnificent ,       but soon the usual expression of pleasantries and fake apparatus reappears .

              ‘       this ?           what ?           as in climbing up to your room or the      going out ?                because ,      honey ,     i’ll be using the front door for doing both .      ‘                           and that was such ,      her obedience contract ended once she was married .              to anyone .               to him ,     if he didn’t do something like running off or requesting the engagement to be nullified .                      outside ,      the sun was just beginning to peak out and the sky started becoming a soft orange .                        ‘       what’s your next destination now ?       ‘                            the princess gave him a pointed ,     knowing         - although dazed -        look ,        arching a single brow .                            ‘        the alps ?              hanói ?             sydney ?      ‘

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@princedaan !

          daan’s texts had been       ominous ,      to say the least .          whatever it was ,      however ,      it didn’t particularly worry agnes .          what     was     worrying her was the prospect of having to openly talk to her brother ,        who she’d been shut out by and had later finished shutting out herself .                  still ,     something about family and loyalty .                  her steps guided her to daan’s room and she knocked a couple times before walking in ,      if only for announcing herself .                                 ‘      what’s the matter ?      ---- wait .      ‘            locking behind ,       she arched her brows at her brother as she moved to sit next to the window ,       pulling out a previously rolled cigarette and lighting it .                              ‘      you have my      undivided     attention now .      ‘

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fake happy // paramore

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Txt: Agnes

Daan: Okay but don't ask questions until I'm done and please don't push for a lot of details? Door is open.

Agnes: sounds fair to me