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leobela was doing so well....

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i only now found out that grace elizabeth was pregnant and has a 1-year-old child ?????

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when you’re almost done with your reply and you accidentally minimize the window.....................

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i just want a tekla x arnauld thread

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okay but...

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“ what other prospects does she have that won’t feel like less to her ? ” if this isn’t the million dollar question idk what is

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so much is happening, idk what to read first

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“So the woman fixing her hair by the bar is your mother?” Antonia could have sworn the woman had had her hands in her hair for a good portion of a quarter hour. “I wasn’t aware she was invited.” It was her own fault for not doing more than eyeing the guest list before approving it. “Is she a suspect?” How unexpected. Antonia couldn’t have even imagined the case having more than just a few suspects. She had expected people to have good alibies, the kind that are difficult to prove false. ( @caecusheir​ )

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ebbv​:

“ i think you if anyone has deserved it, ” ebba assured the princess. the woman must have been in a very good mood to strike up a conversation so casually. ebba had never approached antonia because she had never seemed the type of person who was easy to talk to. “ so is it official ? are you the one who will get the throne ? is the race finally over ? ”

“Then it’s settled. I won’t worry too much.” She could count on someone stopping her if she let it get out of hand. “It’s not set in stone yet but I am not expecting my siblings to go back to that ridiculous fight over the throne. The odds are in my favour so I am not very concerned.” Congratulations might be slightly premature. “How’s Rohan? I haven’t seen him here yet?”

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oh-hxfiz​:

“It’s your world now. Drunk, hungover, or otherwise.” Hafiz’s smirk concealed by the subtle curved brim of her coupe glass. “How does it feel?”

“’Drunk, hungover, or otherwise’...” Antonia repeated slowly, a thoughtful look on her face. “That is something I’ll try to remember for the rest of the evening.” It shouldn’t be too hard — Antonia felt like she was on top of the world. “Unbelievable. Doesn’t get much better than this. Everything is falling into place. I can’t believe I’ve won.” Almost, at least, who knew what kind of trouble her father would end up causing. There was always a possibility that he’d find a way to do something. It would not end until someone made him stop.

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nctasja​:

“you probably shouldn’t,” sure, natasja would be drinking were this to happen to her, but she wouldn’t be caught drunk, moments after her victory. she was a high-functioning alcoholic, though. most other people, she found, were messy drunks, “you’ve won. hold your head high, don’t give someone a reason to tear you down, already.” 

“Wise words.” She twirled the wine in her glass. “But I think the ones who were and are against me, have enough things to criticise me about. Being drunk will be at the bottom of the list.”

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scoutkwhitmore​:

       “ i think you’re free to do whatever the hell you feel like, ” scout pointed out. “ no one is going to be judging you. ”

“ i WILL ! “ isabela exclaimed with her hand raised as she slipped into a chair at the table. “ i will judge the future queen of england if she gets drunk. this should be the party of the CENTURY for you. i don’t understand why you would stick to ethanol. that’s so BORING of you. it’s time to powder your nose. ” [ &&. @vntcniv / @scoutkwhitmore​ ]

Antonia lifted her brow at the exclamation. Isabela Bourbon-Anjou really was as loud as people said she was. “I think I rather have you judging me than everyone else. Hard drugs is where I draw the line.” She had seen enough people ruin their lives. In her opinion, there was no such thing as casual use of cocaine — or whatever the princess would call it. “But don’t let me stop the two of you. I don’t think you’d be the first ones to do that in here.” ( @scoutwhitmore​ )

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caecusheir​:

     “If you weren’t drinking, I don’t think it’d be possible for us to be sisters,” Cecilia slightly joked. She saw this party as an invitation to be drinking by 4pm and have it be somewhat socially acceptable. “I’m curious though what do you drink? Looking at you, I can tell you hate white wine, but that’s as much as I can tell.”

“Well, in that case, we can’t let anyone be confused,” Antonia mused with a grin as she picked up a new glass. “Well, you’re partly correct. In general, I’m not much of a wine person. I try to avoid white because overly sweet Chardonnay or Moscato was all I drank around the time I turned eighteen. Those years ruined wine for me. The good thing about wine is that you get quite the percentage for a good price. Now I stick to gin. What about you? What do you drink?”

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arthurwindsorsr​:

he had always wondered what drove parents into murdering their children but looking at the grin on the dark haired woman’s face… he suddenly understood very well. “ i don’t see the point. how will you ever feel at home if this place doesn’t resemble an east london shithole ? ”

Her smile froze. There it was! The classist mindset she could count on. Her rational side told her to ignore the words, there was no point in letting them get under her skin. Still she couldn’t get rid of the burning on her neck. She really did hate him. “Exactly the reason why you should be gone, isn’t it?” She should leave  him be... “What are you doing here? I am positive you weren’t on the guest list.”

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“Would it be too tacky to get drunk tonight? It’s a special occasion after all. Not even a terribly hangover could ruin this week for me.” ( @hshqstarters​ )

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She knew it was wrong to gloat but she also knew it was exactly what he would have done if their roles had been reversed. While the whole party was nothing but a big elaborate stunt to piss him off, Antonia couldn’t quite stop herself from adding some salt into the wound herself. “Oh you’re still here? I thought they were supposed to clean the place before I moved in.”

“ you don’t have to be glued to my backside in order to keep an eye on me, ” arthur hissed at the police men kept a close watch on him. arthur did care how many people his elbows brushed against or how many people spilled their wine because of him — he had only stepped outside of his room because he had ran out of bourbon. he couldn’t tell if he was happy to have an excuse to enter the ball room and see all the faces of the people who were so gleefully celebrating his defeat. at HIS house. the despicable cockroaches. just when he was about to reach the bar, his shoulder hit someone else’s. he let out a curse word before turning to look at the person. “ you’re closer to the bar, pass me the bottle, will you ? ” [ &&. @hshqstarters​ ]

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Antonia Ives attending the party at her new crib