God save the king

Arion Kroes - Netherlands - 25

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Turning her attention to the man, she showed a small smile before shrugging. “I lost a shoe and it’s one of my favorites. You haven’t seen a purple heel around here, have you?”

An amused look fell over Arion's features as he glanced over at the girl. "Lost your shoe?" he questioned, "How does one lose a shoe? --This heel of yours wouldn't happen to be a glass slipper would it because then I might would have a few more questions for you."

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While Esmée had always been their mothers favourite, and Ari had been the publics favourite, Ani had always been her daddy’s girl, and her body physically ached from the emotions she was bearing. She was frustrated at how little power she had - – both to leave the castle to go see him, let alone help him. Though, as much as she was in pain upon hearing the news, she worried for her brother, knowing that there must have been a heavy burden hovering over his shoulders at that very moment. The only word that she’d managed to get out was barely audible. “ Yeah. ”

"I have to go back, Ani. --I need to tell him how sorry I am." He slowly let his sister go and let his fingers find his thick raven hair. The most upsetting part of all this was how Arion had left things with his father after the scandal between himself and Beatrice. As the only son, it was vital for Arion to keep hismelf composed and be a good role model so that the people didn't fear his reign, but Arion had done just the opposite. "Why the fuck won't they let us see him?" he questioned, his eyes looking past his sister as he felt the anger rise inside of him.

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If the positions were switched and it’d been her father that had fallen into a coma, she would have lost what little sanity she had left. To see Arion holding it together this far was admirable, he was closer to his father than she was to hers, and yet the man before her appeared to be in more control than she could ever hope to be. It was just another great quality about him, another thing that would make him the next great King. She’d been his number one fan since she was thirteen years old, she just never expected it to happen this way. She wanted to reach out and touch him, offer a comforting hand against his own, anything to let him know that she was there, but instead she sat frozen in place. His tone was steady but she could feel him starting to tremble next to him, it was a side of him that she wasn’t sure if she was prepared to see. “He’ll make it through,” she finally offered though her words sounded foreign, her tongue heavy with promises she wished she could keep. Erina suddenly pushed up from the bed and began to make her way around his room with feigned curiosity. What Arion wanted was something Erina had perfected long ago, keeping herself busy with other things long enough to be numb to pain. She good a distractions. She was good as all the things that were bad for you though she desperately wished to be good. “Your room is bigger than mine. I knew I should have slept with the head of staff─do you have any glasses? Or should we just pass the bottle back and forth until the last drop?”

Erina must have sensed him about to break, because her comforting words came just in time. Just hearing her voice, her familiar voice, soothed him in ways she couldn't imagine. Between Armani and Erina, Arion felt completely attatched to the pair. It wasn't often that he showed it. Sure, Arion made it his mission to keep Erina out of harms way in her drunken stumble. He wanted nothing more than to keep Armani's heart shielded after Louis shattered it into a million pieces. But it was rare that he really needed anything from them other than a drinking buddy. However, in this moment he didn't just need a someone to sip a bottle with, he needed a distraction. He needed someone to keep his mind from going to that dark place of what could be. Arion was terrified that at any moment he would be summoned to be sworn in before God as King. He wasn't ready to be King and he sure as hell wasn't ready to say goodbye to his father...his hero. Blinking once or twice, Arion's gaze followed Erina around his room. "I'm not sure what good that would have done you, being I'm more charming than you," he voiced, making an effort to tease back. "We can pass the bottle if you promise you don't have cooties."

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Lightly tapping on the first shoulder she saw, she attempted to grab the person’s attention. “Excuse me? Do you mind helping me out?”

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"I'll do what I can. What do you need help with?" He asked as he turned to look at the girl.

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For a moment she swore she’d heard him wrong, her heart dropping into her stomach as she assumed the worst possible news. There was no way this was happening, her father would have reached out to her the second he heard, he knew about his close relationship with both heirs. Her mouth felt like paper, scorched dry from the liquor with a bitter aftertaste. Erina took a deep breath after what’d felt like minutes had passed, the silence stretching on between them. She took a step forward then leaned back against his bed, the fabric cold against her bare thighs.“Well shit,” the curse slipped through her lips as she searched her mind for something better to say but kept coming up short. Erina reached over and took the bottle from his hands then placed it to her lips, “I’m sorry.” It was pointless, the worse thing one could say in that situation but it was the best thing she could muster before she took a drink herself. She couldn’t think what she would do in his position, but the bottle seemed like the best idea. “Shit─that’s…fuck, I really don’t know what to say. Do you want me to leave you alone?”

Arion was trying to be strong here, but deep down he was a mess. It hadn't really sank in. His father is in a coma. A coma. What if he doesn't wake up? Arion never got to say goodbye. His last conversation with him consisted of placing blame and harsh tones. Arion didn't want those to be the last exchanges between them-- he'd never get past it. If anyone could understand his hurt, it was Erina. She had practically grown up under their roof and his parents were very fond of her. She knew him and she knew how much he meant to Arion. "He's not gone. Apparently he slipped into a coma during the night. What caused it, they're not sure, but there's a chance he could still pull through this," Arion confessed, his tone steady even though his whole body was subtly trembling. It wasn't like him to show weakness and now that all eyes would be on him, he had to be the face of strength. "--Of course I don't. I could really use you here, ya know? Just..just pour me a glass of that and tell me something to take my mind off of all of this."

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Freezing in her tracks, Astrid hesitated. Arion was upset, almost on a scale of how’d he been last time they talked where he’d screamed at her, and she’d quite frankly deserved it. Arion was angry and she could see it on his face, yet there was a small trace of sadness in his eyes, which was what kept her from turning and running the other way. “I’m sorry….. I just…..” Astrid held up the bottle of bourbon, hoping Arion could extrapolate the meaning from the small gesture. “I came to apologize. And to give you this. I was trying to say I’m sorry.” She paused, biting her lower lip. “But I guess this is a bad time. I-I’ll leave then.”

Astrid was the last person that Arion expected to show up at his door. After laying their cards out on the table, he was certain that the two of them were through. He couldn't find it in himself to forgive her for crossing the line, but he also couldn't hate her. As his blue orbs caught sight of the bottle of bourbon, a nostalgic feeling came over him. For a moment it masked the sadness that had been hendering him since he hung up the phone. As she turned to leave, Arion's blue orbs flickered up to her. "Astrid-- stay..."

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What do you miss most about home?

"I think I miss having my family all together under one roof the most. I miss having the opportunity to go against my parent's wishes. I miss getting on all of my sibling's nerves. I guess I just miss my family.

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who do you dislike and why?

“I don’t really dislike anyone here, but I guess you could say I’m not fond of Olav. Why? Well, he punched me in the face so that was enough to put him at the top of my shit list.”

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top three lookers here

MeAstridErinaIn no specific order.

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thoughts on alex and ani together?

"Are Alex and Ani even together? That's something I'm not sure about. Also, I don't know Alex but I do know my sister and she's too good for most. I've already seen her with a broken heart once. If he hurts her, I'll likely wreak havoc and who really wants that, right?"

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There was something off in the way he spoke, his voice laced with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher, but the vacant look in his blue eyes were something she was all too familiar with. It was a look that she wore a little too often. Erina hesitated before stepping through his door once again, pausing to glance around the hallway before she fully entered and closed the door behind her. It was then that she realized she hadn’t been in his room since arriving in the castle, their visits taking place throughout the castle grounds instead. “Yeah? Next time I’ll wear a bell around my neck,” the wayward princess tried to joke but her voice was still soft. She wanted to ask if he was okay, but she knew better than to ask that question. Judging from the previous anger in his voice she knew asking would be the wrong move, so she decided against it, for now. Erina softly padded towards him, cradling the bottle against her chest as she neared him then carefully passed it to him.“Care for a drink Prince Arion?”

It was like Erina to make a joke. The two of them had always had a very playful relationship, so it wasn't anything he hadn't expected. However, unlike before, Arion could coax a laugh. The most he could offer the blonde was a faint half smile. "That'd be fitting," he replied as she moved deeper into his room. Once the bottle touched his fingertips, Arion felt a bit of hope. He knew that if he could consume at least half the bottle he would be able for forget if only for the moment. Hearing her words, a small scoff escaped him. Prince Arion. It was a title he had known for so long, but clearly it wasn't permanent. He hadn't really thought about it too much until now. "Prince Arion is no longer what they call me," he voiced as he opened the bottle and immediately drew in the poisonous taste of whiskey. After swallowing the long swig, he his gaze found the wall opposite to them. "I'm now the acting King of The Netherlands."

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The worst thing for Erina to do was to sit around her bedroom alone, her thoughts always tended to get the better of her and if she allowed herself to wallow in them she’d surely go mad. It’s why she’d found herself wandering through the castle for the better part of the hour with an opened bottle of whiskey in her hand. The blonde princess hated the taste of whiskey but she had ran out of her own stash and whiskey was the only thing she could find in Luca’s room. Each drink felt like fire down her throat. Maybe she was already on the other side of being tipsy, or maybe she’d missed him, somehow Erina found herself standing in front of Arion’s door. She hadn’t spoken to him in what felt like forever, it bothered her to not speak to him every day. She’d never been one to wait around for him to answer, Rin knocked once and turned the doorknob open, not expecting his harsh voice to meet her when she stepped through the door. Erina stumbled back, halfway in between his room and the hallway as she dropped her gaze and the air rushed out from her lungs. “Oh,” her voice was barely audible, unsure of where his answer was coming from and worried she might have something to do with it. “I was just seeing if you wanted a drink─sorry.”

Arion was still trying to process the information he had just recieved when Erina appeared in his doorway. His blue orbs glanced in her direction, but it was almost as if he was looking straight through her. The experience he was currently having was nothing he could explain, but somewhat like an out of body experience. When he finally came to again, he swallowed hard. "I didn't know it was you-- I'm sorry," he voiced quietly before pursing his lips. Arion's gaze fell to the bottle in Erina's hand and even though he knew it wasn't the right choice, he held out his own for her to bring it to him. In this moment, Arion desperately needed to numb the pain he felt. It was something his father had never condoned, but Arion wasn't prepared for this. He didn't know how else to handle his grief without surrendering to the bottle.