+ PRINCES AGNES OF BELGIUM.
clear hues roam the room and then settle on him , taking him in while he was … defenseless , or at least very confused . but , most importantly , while he was in his natural enviroment . the maps , the packet of pins below it , waiting , the stacks of books and papers , the cups of coffee that hadn’t been cleared by the staff yet and littered around him . she can’t help but notice his body , but as another fact of him . she’d have to marry this person , this person that she’d seen in this same predicament a thousand times before , that knew of her escapades while remaining oblivious to the magnitude of all she got up to , that had seen her at breakfast and woken her up from dead slumber post - lunch naps . she knew tidbits about him too , sure , but she was intrigued . still sitting on the windowsill , agnes pushes her hair up only to twist it and try to tie it into a bun that didn’t last long and the long locks were quickly going back to framing her sharp , angelic features . ‘ can you at least be impressed ? not everyone climbs a centuries old castle to sneak into someone’s room , that’s dedication . ‘ making a pause , she hopped off the window and sat on the chair at the desk slash vanity , propping her chin up on her palm . ‘ should i say morning , sunshine or keep the goods for the honeymoon ? ‘
FOR THE PAST few, dreadful days, christian would wake up with a raging headache, one only curable by the effects of caffeine. in particular, the root cause of his headache was the immovable fact that he did not want to be here. instead of aimless chatter with some of the other royals who seemed far too caught up in themselves, christian preferred the confines of his own bedroom, preferred to daydream about african sunsets and the northern lights rather than spend one more second in the palace -- the drafted itineraries and photos that were scattered across the room might have suggested that he was ready for a trip, but in all honesty, there was something in the back of his mind that had kept him grounded here. rubbing his eyes and clearing his head, christian finally rose from his far-too-comfortable position lying in bed, the silk sheets draping lazily across his legs.
“i’d be more impressed if you had managed to do so silently, y’know, so far as to not wake me up at …” he paused, his morning irritation clearly tinting his words, “what time is it anyway?” a forced, sarcastic smile found a way to his lips, her words reminding him of a not-so-favorable future for the both of them -- not that it was any knock on agnes … she was far too beautiful for his words to describe, great at keeping his parents happy, and intriguing and mysterious to a point where she just kept drawing him back. he just … preferred to be on his own, is all. “spare me,” he responded as he let his face sink into his hands. “do entertain me though, are you going to keep doing this – ” he gestured at the window, hinting at her escapades and sneaking out, “on our honeymoon too, or is it just like a … temporary thing?” christian was partially scared he already knew the answer to that, but raised an eyebrow to agnes anyway.
