oscar bernadotte

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yerik‌:

Yerik knew what his job consisted of at home, but now being stuck in Greece he had no idea. Luckily, or rather unluckily, Sasha didn’t seem to be pushing his luck in going out. That left him either stuck in the room with him or patrolling the hall ways, not that he minded however he wished that for Sasha’s sake that the grand duke would leave the room knowing he’d eventually go stir crazy. He decided it was best to pace the hallway for awhile before he heard someone turning down the hall grabbing his attention. “It’s a nice day out isn’t?” He asked trying to use light conversation to gauge if the person was a threat or not.

oscar was making his way back to the rooms provided for him before his attention was captured by the other. there was no part of him that gauged the question to be an interrogation. after all, his upbringing practically began with polite conversation — expecting nothing less from the children of a king. “wonderful, isn’t it?” he smiled, glancing out of the nearby window. “much better than the weather we get back home.”

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sasha‌:

“I ice people out? Have you met yourself?”

“i don’t ice people out. there is a difference between distancing yourself and icing people out.”

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riley‌:

It was still winter in Greece, but even winter had uncharacteristically warm days on occasion and such was a day. He lathered himself and Novalie in sunscreen before grabbing the necessary tools for making sand castles and wandered down to the beach. The water was still far too cold for swimming so while Novalie sat next to him, singing to herself as she built her sandcastle, Riley removed his shirt, closed his eyes and lay down on the warm sand, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his bare chest. 

He drifted on the verge of sleep for half an hour until Novalie’s voice woke him up. Riley sat up, realising that she had been waving and greeting a person also walking the beach and nearing them. 

“Hi!” She called out happily, waving at the person with her shovel, a smile spreading across Riley’s face at her social skills.

there was a warmth to athens that stockholm did not share in the winter, and with his recent arrival, the difference almost seemed significant. he’d hoped that a walk might climatise his body properly — especially since he was unaware of how long, or how often he’d be visiting greece. still, it seemed that almost every recommendation that he received had led him to the beach. at no point did he imagine that he would see his niece and brother ( who he noticed from a distance ) which gave him a sense of direction. “hej sötnos,” greeting his niece upon his approach, “hur mår du, min gullgosse?” bending down so that he was at her level before looking across to his older brother. “or do we all speak english now?”

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freya‌:

Freya knew that she had a smile on her face that seemed to be permanent since the phone call from her parents. Despite the cold winter outside the walls nothing could get to her. “It’s a beautiful day outside isn’t it?”

“beautiful day outside indeed.” oscar placed himself beside his eldest sibling, smile coming across his face when he looked in her direction. “what has you so chirpy? the sound of wedding bells? or my presence?” 

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lottie‌:

Charlotte walked the halls of the castle with a book in her hands. This was something she’d perfected at a young age–the ability to walk and read at the same time. Her eyes scanned the page, each word like a memory of a distant time and yet she had never lived it herself. It always felt that way, carried her off and landed her in a world different from her own. She loved being able to feel the wind as if it were rustling the end of her dress–even if she was standing indoors. Her fantasy came to an end when she very nearly flattened herself against a wall–or a person, who knew? She peeked over the edge of her book. “Sorry–guess I’m not used to this place yet.”

oscar wandered around his temporary home with the hopes of mapping the layout in his mind. remembering was something that he was particularly good at, and it often helped when the time came to give others directions. he was trying his to stay focused on his surroundings, finding any significant mark that might help him in his task — yet he’d not been paying attention to what was in front of him, and so when he collided with charlotte, he was somewhat stunned. “sorry!” he exclaimed, taking a step back to allow space. “it’s probably my fault, i wasn’t really looking where i was going.”