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prince casimir ferdinand of the netherlands • 29

[casimirferdinand-blog]

prettiwaves·:

“Technically I didn’t kidnap you.” She countered with a small smirk. “Well do you at least have an alibi for where you were when all of this went down? Or am I going to have to keep you locked up in my villa as a prime suspect?”

"Ah, but you are continuously keeping me hostage, so you are not not at fault,” he countered back, rolling his eyes. “I was with Ainsley. Where else do you think I would be?” Casimir didn’t do much these days unless it involved the Scottish princess. 

[casimirferdinand-blog]

prettiwaves·:

“Well I don’t really know you Casimir. It’s not exactly like you’re an open book.” She remarked, crossing her arms. “You don’t know anyone who was apart of this mess either do you? Because if you do, speak now before I find out you do and things go downhill.”

“Well, one does not exactly make a point to open up to those who have kidnapped and are keeping one hostage,” he reminded her, crossing his arms over his chest while his face was tilted up in amusement. “I’m not exactly friendly with a lot of my fellow royalty. So, no, I am not a good source of information in this case.”

[casimirferdinand-blog]

prettiwaves·:

“Shelf to the left of the fridge.” Waverly retorted as she had immediately recognized the voice. There was a small bit of relief knowing Casimir didn’t play a part in all of this mess. “Thank fuck because you’d be dead if you had. Good to know I actually have a smart royal to watch after.”

“Good to know, you know, for future reference.” Cas crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head as he let out a huff. “It kind of hurts my feelings that you even thought for one second that I was a part of this mess. But it also strokes my ego to think you think I’m smart,” he teased. 

[casimirferdinand-blog]

hrhxainsley·:

“Do sailors even exist anymore?” she teased before turning her head to cough. Cas was there. It was easier now that he was. Her fingers threaded on to his neck, her forehead pressed against his. “I’m so glad you’re alright, love.” 

“Maybe. But I don’t anyone would assume they weren’t pirates first.” He leaned into her, taking a moment to revel in the fact that she was safe, realizing how relieved he was now that he knew that she was okay. “Let’s get out of here, yeah? Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[casimirferdinand-blog]

hrhxainsley·:

Ainsley stiffly pulled herself to her feet to throw her arms around his neck. “Thank goodness you’re okay, love.” Her voice crackled from being in the smoke, almost like she’d been smoking. “I’ll think of something stronger later, I swear. I’ll swear like a pirate.”

Casimir wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tightly to his body, breathing in the familiar smell of her. Her presence calmed him in a way that no one else had the capacity to provide for him.  “Like a pirate? You’ve been on this island too long,” he teased, reaching up with one hand to push some hair out of her face. He looked her over once more, letting out a sigh. “Are you alright, mijn engeltje? We might need to bathe you.”

[casimirferdinand-blog]

prettiwaves·:

Waverly was all fifty shades of done with people’s shit. She felt a presence near her and spoke to whoever it was without even looking at them. “If you don’t have vodka or know who the fuck started this fire then I’d recommend you find one of the two for me.”

Casimir stuck his hands in his pockets, raising an eyebrow at Waverly curiously. “I don’t actually know where you keep any of your alcohol, and it’s not like I can have my own.” He looked in the direction of the villa, the light of the remainder of the flames lighting the sky. “If it makes you feel better, I didn’t do it.”

[casimirferdinand-blog]

henrybishop·:

Henry had been one of the first royals on the scene. He’d been awake working on the radio when he’d seen the fire. It lit up the night sky as he watched the villas rightfully burn. He tried to looked as remorseful as possible as he continued to watch the flames eat away at the building. That being said, Henry couldn’t help but whistle “We didn’t start the fire” to himself as he checked everything out.

“Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray. South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio…”

Cas had been unable to sleep, so he had gone for a run. It was only when he got back that he had noticed all the commotion that was the burning villa; despite him having been gone only what seemed like a short while, the building was halfway burnt entirely to the ground by the time he came up on the scene. He had looked around for a familiar face to ask what had happened, but after finding none, and only Henry whistling to himself, he couldn’t help but frown, coughing slightly as he blocked out the smoke with his hand. 

“Has the smoke gotten to your brain?” He asked, unsure what the other prince was even saying at this point. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so close to the flames.”

[casimirferdinand-blog]

hrhxainsley·:

Ainsley felt as though she couldn’t breathe enough clean oxygen following the fire. Smoke inhalation was no joke. She sat on the steps of the Canteen, bottle of water in her hands as she sipped at it. Soot smudged her cheeks, her hair a tangled mess. Even her pajamas ripped at the knee from when she tripped. “Who could be so stupid to do that right where people are living?” she asked to no one in particular, blue eyes locked on the wooden steps before her. 

It was her voice that caused Cas to relax. In the mayhem that was the fire, Cas had been searching frantically for AInsley, and had been unable to find her in the mess of it all. The fact that she was right in front of him now, safe, if only a little dusty, was a blessing to him. He let out a relieved laugh at her words, shaking his head as he knelt down in front of her, his eyes looking her over as if to search for any other damage that might not have been visible right away. “Only you would deem an arsonist stupid, and not something more... vulgar,” he tried to tease, trying to hide how worried he had been for her. 

[casimirferdinand-blog]

freyadughlas·:

“You know how people always ask what would be the three books you would bring if you were stranded on an island?” Freya drummed her fingers against the cover of the only novel she could find –and it was a tawdry one at that. “I’m no snob, but I didn’t think the only reading material I’d be able to get my hands on is a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey.” 

“Are you saying that that isn’t one of the books that you would bring?” Cas asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow as he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m sure people are just reading it for research and the like.”

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trinadadcaribbeanprince·:

Cayden laughed, “ If I had my sister would have killed me by now.” he scratched the back of his neck. He knew that he wasn’t the reason that Nadia was here. Still, he couldn’t help but feel like it he had been more careful, more alert. If he had done something different, maybe things would have been different… if not for the both of them then at least for Nadia. “ I know it not my fault. I just wish there was something I could have done or at least something I could do now about it.” Cayden sighed and turned towards Casimir, “I mean what are we doing here. We’re stuck on this island and for what? What are any of us doing about it?”

Casimir understood that. He was sure any number of his siblings would come to the island just to kill him if he had anything to do with their kidnapping. But then again, none of them were here. Sighing, Cas shook his head. “What are we to do? Raise a coup?” He asked, knowing that this kind of talk could get him punished. “There are much more of them then there are us. And not only that, but they are the ones with the weapons. And the power. We are at a complete disadvantage.”

[casimirferdinand-blog]

hrhxainsley·:

Ainsley nodded, the arm draped over his stomach curling upwards to gently squeeze his shoulder. She gave a small smile at his words and nodded, breaking eye contact for the first time. “Yes,” she confirmed. She did know that. She knew he’d do everything in his power to keep her safe. “Next time I’ll strike him first,” she joked.

“Maybe we should get some of those lessons some pirates are giving out. Fighting, that is,” Cas suggested, reaching up to run his fingers lightly over her forehead, pushing her hair out of her face. “I only ever learned how to fence. It’s not much help on the island.” 

[casimirferdinand-blog]

princehenrykae·:

Of course Casimir would see thought his lies. He pressed his lips together and looked away, annoyed that he wasn’t at good at hiding things as he used to be. It could also be the public spanking he was seeing. The sounds were erotic, and he started to squirm, uncomfortably. Still, Henry wanted to see where the sounds were coming from. “Have you done.. that?”

“Gotten closer to the action?” Casimir asked, smirking as he looked back over to where Henry was avoiding. “Plenty of times, yes. I promise that no harm will come to you.”

[casimirferdinand-blog]

prettiwaves·:

“Cassy is much more enjoyable to say than Casimir but perhaps Casskins will have to do.” She hummed before chuckling. “I’ve been given some paperwork on you but I’ve never been the biggest fan of reading when I can just get the real answers from the one that knows them the best.” 

“So lay on the all details on me. Who you are. Tragic backstories. Past romances. Everything I could care to want to know and more.” Waverly stole a grape off of someone’s tray near by. “How old are you? Are you the crowned one?”

“I will never answer to those,” he told her, hoping that she believed him, at least a little bit. He was already held captive on this island. There was no way that he was going to let her treat him so inconsiderately. Sighing, he adjusted his posture. 

He ignored her questions about romances, unsure how she would feel or react to know that he had never been in love, never really loved anyone, until he came to the island. Instead, he snorted, shaking his head. “I am twenty-nine years old. Not the crowned prince, but the second in line to the throne. At least, until my older brother decides to up and have a child with whoever my parents pawn him off to.”

[casimirferdinand-blog]

trinadadcaribbeanprince·:

Cayden nodded with a chuckle, “ Well, my sister is here. Thankful the one I don’t worry about to much.” he laughed a bit Nadia would beat him up if he ever tried to baby her the way he did their kid sister. “ So now my country is without their future queen and I was the first taken so there was no way for me to keep her safe and I keep thinking that her being here is my fault.” he shrugged his shoulders sighing deeply. 

Casimir sighed, shaking his head as he took a sip of the drink that he had put out before him. “Well, I don’t think that it’s your fault, exactly,” he pointed out, gesturing to their surroundings. “Unless you plotted with the pirates to have her brought here. In which case, it would be your fault.” He turned his head, raising an eyebrow. “Did you do that?”