- ̗̀ (he/him) is that SEAN TEALE coming off the private jet? oh no that’s ANGUS BRUCE the TWENTY-EIGHT year old CROWN PRINCE of SCOTLAND. people often say they remind them of GOLDEN SMILES, SPRIGS OF HEATHER, SWIMMING IN A COOL LOCH. he is married to MADISON ZEE-BRUCE.
born in arbroath, scotland to the ( at the time ) crown princess of scotland and her husband, the former prince of venezuela. they decided to name their son after the region, but raised him in edinburgh to be closer to him maternal family.
tw: divorce/religion. his parent divorced when he was only two and it was quite the scandal as the family were catholics. angus used the divorce as an excuse to act out and get up to mischief from a young age.
custody remained with his mother though he would see his father when possible, usually visiting venezuela during his holidays.
from both sides he has siblings and he adores them all.
typical prince. full of charm and undying loyalty, but also raised with a silver spoon in his mouth. making him arrogant about his abilities, stubborn to a tee, and impulsive when it comes to his personal life.
more patriotic than you. works hard for his country, and takes being crown prince very seriously. even has his own charity which he spends a lot of time advocating for.
prefers to be forthright and honest in his opinions ( without trying to be malice ) though some people think he is just being fiery through past experiences.
graduated from the university of st andrews with a degree in law; he also completed several courses in economics. following this he was sent to train in the military and became captain during his time serving.
when angus first met his wife, the pair could not stand one another ( brought together by their fathers who were close friends ) but eventually over time they grew to love each other and married at their own accord.
LIQUOR DOES WONDERS IN LOOSENING EVEN THE WICKEDEST OF TONGUES, and perhaps observations were the sort of thing that was best performed sober. the tequila slides over her tongue like glass, a consequence of a cheeky surprise me to an endeared bartender. A vaguely familiar face takes the chair next to her and suddenly finishing this horrid drink gains potential to be less of a chore and more of a competition. “ they’ll have what I’m having . “ the princess royal announces before the other can utter a word. “ come on, it’ll be fun. i bet you can’t make it to the bottom of the glass. ” her tone indicated a friendly challenge.
there was no great talent behind his ability to easily locate his wife. of course, one needed the right information, and a knack for timing — but it seemed the very moment he took his vows these features were acquired. he placed himself beside her without a mention of his presence. already knowing she would account for him, and so she did. smile coming across his face at the very mention of a competition. “you bet?” he quirked a brow to her, “well, doesn’t this give me memories of the past. i suppose i could let you lose again, or would that be ungallant of me?” the scot challenged before grasping at the glass offered to him. a slight lift to almost raise it in a toast. “accepted.”