wilhelmina.

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@dontdoboyfriends. 

                      A tilt of his head and the arch of his brow is all he offers the young woman standing in the dinning hall and trying to S T E A L the queen’s crystal container. An ugly bitch, really. Eleanor’s weed container was prettier than that, no matter the value. “That’s a freaking long name. — But yes, I’m Connor. What exactly are you doing here, Willow?” Asides from the obvious, that is.

Casually he shifted his weight onto one foot, crossing his legs and leaning against the board door frame while he took the sight in. He doubted that he knew her… There were far too many new faces around the twins to keep up and Connor would be gone soon, anyway, no need to make new friends when the only people in this Kingdom he really cared about were the twins. — And what-was-his-name with a cock made to SUCK for hours… Oh, he’d hopefully call. (Had connor given him his number? Probably not. But it wouldn’t be hard to find the princess’ favorite boy toy.)

                     “If you want to steal something, I’d recommend these ridiculous golden eggs covered in diamonds. No one fakes that shit and no one would think twice about it being a fake.”

          “I’m not stealing.” she informs as she nods to the container in hands, swishing it about, liquid clear apparent in it’s confines. “I’m contemplating getting completely sloshed.” With that, Willow sets the product down, dainty fingers sliding along the lid before she backs away. “I work here.” she quietly explains, smoothing palms along her burgundy shirt. “Late night hours,” she shrugs, partly crooked smile -- it’s difficult to smile right now, considering the god-awful confrontation she and Liam just had. “Robert’s reappearance has called for the family to have a prominent social media presence, and I’ve been hired to help.” Friendship with Liam notwithstanding. She’s known him for years, but only just discovered there’s something...deeper. If only the idiot could get over his feelings for Kathryn...NEVERtheless, she isn’t some harlot about to wait around for some boy.            “I’ve heard about you.” how could she not, he was one of Liam’s closest friends. “Wonderfully intricate stories about your escapades. You are quite the character, Connor.” it’s a compliment, by which she provides with a half-hearted grin. 

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liam. 

    Be present on social media, had never sounded like a chore until now. Though he had gone through all of Willow’s examples at least three times. It was much less to actually decide on something than it was him trying to read her voice through the choice of words. Of course they were all written to sound like him, so it was difficult.

         “ You may enter. “  He is in a chair when she enters, his phone unusually out of sight but the list of options on the table nearby. By now he knew some of them by heart and yet he hadn’t posted anything. Blue eyes turn towards the doorway the second he hears her voice. She is beautiful and poised, no trace that he jeopardised their friendship except by the way she now refers to him.  “ Normally I dislike being scripted, but these are great Willow. – I just can’t pick the one. “

     A pause as lips purse a moment. Her face contorts into that infamous knowing glance. Long and voluminous lashes flutter as she takes a step forward. “Have you honestly, honest to God read them?” she smirks, then proceeds to add: “Ok. Close your eyes.” She instructs, raising her brows. “Close your eyes and...think deeply about how you feel. Now. Fight that instinct, because I know that you think it is utter crap. I mean, not that you’d prefer Cyrus to have the throne, but what’s in your heart of gold. You wanted it. So badly. You could taste it. Soak in all that negative energy, release it, admonish it. And instead, think about your happiest most exciting moment and use that to fuel how utterly ecstatic you are that your big brother has gained what was taken from him, from you.”            “Rejoice not in your loss, but what you’ve gained, Liam. With Cyrus as King, you’d never be able to make the difference you desire. But I believe in Robert. As does Len and your mother -- and you. I know you do...” she pauses, taking a step back from him, recognizing she’s border-lining her friendship and occupation. “And. I also believe in you, as I always have. -- Be that man that your father believed in...and do the noble thing. You’re good at that.” she tilts her head giving way to a smart-ass simper. “Better than you think.” 

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@ownheroes | liam. 

     She contemplated seeing him, over and over and over again -- But, somehow the thought that it could be good for Liam stuck. Besides, she needs to check up on his social media presence and all of that for Helena -- job to do.  Right. -- Keep it PROFESSIONAL. There’s a light tap at his doorway and she only enters when summoned.            “And so. It begins.” she muses, partial smile, still an even attempt to keep it smooth, simple, polished & deft. “Have you considered the options I gave you?”

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@theimpalpable | samuel.

 He’s about to get back to his working place, having retrieved what he needed before abruptly and unintentionally stumbling upon the rather dispirited image of woman sobbing; muffled crying making him halt on his tracks. Not that he’s one to get his nose in sentimental businesses, but then again, he’s in a place where he actually cares about some of the people in the palace. Samuel soon realizes the one behind sadness is no other but the creator of the whole ‘#KingLiam’ movement; brows slowly pressing themselves into a frown when being recognized by the startled girl.

“Hi. Is crying in th’palace a new trend now? Did I miss something?” Of course, his usual humor doesn’t miss a beat; arms soon getting folded in front of his chest. “Y’don’t look so good.”

         Willow manages a light laugh, and it’s genuine, even through her tears. She once again wipes a few away and sniffles as she adjusts her stance. She clears her throat and draws her tongue along her lips before continuing on in speech: “Apparently you didn’t get the memo.” A pause as she tilts her head in playful curiosity. “Though I can’t recall the last time I saw a tear in her Royal Highness’ eye that wasn’t genuine happiness, as of late.” she issues, commending him of course. “Oh I am fine. Perfectly fine...nothing I cannot handle.” she bites her bottom lip with that note, fingertips suddenly grazing along crystal of the palace’s finest china, a tray set up with cocktail mix and alcohol for her Majesty the Queen. “Care for a night cap?” it’s innocent, as are most of Willow’s actions. She’s not much of a drinker herself, but tonight? With a broken heart to numb, well, who wouldn’t be in that state of mind? Besides, James would personally see to it that she got home safely if need be. 

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@theimpalpable | samuel.

     She doesn’t feel much like being a ‘lady’ at this moment. Having only just STORMED from Liam’s room, she finds herself relentlessly and quite confusedly sauntering about, without any aim. All she knows is how HUMILIATED she feels.        Without taking note of whom may be around, she rounds the next corner and buries her face against the wall as she sobs. -- Until she realizes she’s not alone in which case she jumps and sighs...             “OH! Oh...I--I didn’t.....Hello Samuel.” she addresses, knowing they’d met before when he’d discovered that she was the one responsible for the whole internet thing...In fact, that is what got her into this entire mess to begin with...!! This wretched and somehow heaven-sent occupation.

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@ownheroes. |  his royal highness prince liam.

     ‘Please answer. I need to talk with you.’ There was a deep rolling of her eyes, butterfly lashes relentless in their flight as she huffs. “I am so sure that you do…” she mutters, clicking the ‘off’ button to shut down the screen. Now all that sight could take in was the blackness of her Iphone, rather than having to take in the tedious ramblings of one uncertain ‘burden’ in her life. She sets the object aside, practically sliding it to the other side of the counter top. Out of sight, out of mind…sort of.

     She almost feels guilt ignoring his woe. Almost. But truly, it was probably the best thing for the both of them if she just move on. She had not planned on reciprocated feelings – or worse, unrequited love. Ouch. However, at least now she comprehends why it is important to do things unto love rather than mere obligation. Her parents married for love, and she carries that notion with her. She refuses to settle. Why should she be the one chasing after some silly dream? For once she wanted to be someone’s first and only choice, not the byproduct of a broken heart after broken heart – it isn’t fair. What’s worse is now she hasn’t only lost out on the opportunity of possible kindred spirits…she’s lost one of her best friends.      Sure, it isn’t right or appropriate to ignore him just to make him feel as terrible as she does, waiting around for that one person you really, really want to talk to to finally respond….but, some form of her cannot help it. Yes, she recognizes the petty action behind it, but…she’s still hurting, grieving partial loss, and she’s far too ashamed ( & still angered ) to have to face him. Humiliation is not something that her pride takes very lightly, after all she is still a young woman…and not necessarily a young woman from a whole lot of money.      Yes, her family are substantial members of an ‘elitist’ society. But they live a humble life, her father works hard for what he can offer his wife, his daughter, his family. He taught her patience and the virtues of earning her keep. He also taught her to fight for what she believes in, to never give up, to persevere and to always have courage and hope…and all she can think now is how hard she is trying. – Trying so desperately not to fall apart. To look the part of an elegant lady, working for the Queen of England, for God’s sake. – Every little girl’s dream, right? And, it is also every little girl’s dream to fall for the prince…and to have that prince fall right back in return. Well – that is simply not so. That is a silly little fairy tale that needs to be put to bed. – As is her ridiculous affection for Liam.       She’s already decided. She will do her job, and that is that. He is no longer her friend ‘Liam’ – He is ‘His Royal Highness.’ and she? Is nothing but a….glorified personal assistant…          “Willow??” – she’s suddenly startled, pulled out of her thoughts and shot back into reality when she spins about on heal only to be met by the friendly & familiar gaze of one Prince Robert. She’s quick to swipe away any remnant of tears slithering down her cheeks as she gasps and offers up a falsified grin.          “Your Highness…”           “Robert – “ He interjects. A pause, furrowing of the brow. “How is my personal sorting hat? You seem distressed, is everything alright?”           Again, a fake smile. “I’m actually late for a meeting with your mum –” she cringes, eyes fluttering shut as she stutters. “The Queen…Her Majesty….I uh. I’ve got to go.” she nearly trips over her feet as she curtsies quite clumsily. 

      She makes her exit, mentally scolding herself, having completely forgotten about her cell…out of sight, out of mind…sort of.

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@dontdoboyfriends.

     Disillusioned, oh, she’d been so STUPID. -- To have enabled her guard to lower so very much, to let him of all people IN. Her parents had chosen LOVE over status...so why shouldn’t she understand him being hung up on some classy well-to-do bar owner’s daughter. A rightful citizen of the UK, she was gorgeous...but oh, what  knife to the heart it had been to recognize Liam’s shirt. And their little spat, her utter realization she’d always be second choice...well, that was the last straw. 

     Willow didn’t get very far, however. She found herself in confines of dining hall, contemplating just taking off, or...getting good and drunk. -- Whoops. She underestimated the time she had to grieve...Connor...right. He was visiting, how could she have forgotten. With news of Robert resurfacing, of course childhood playmates would be afoot.            “Oh um...he--hello.” she hesitates, fingertips gingerly grasping hold of crystal container....The Queen’s crystal container... ( caught red-handed Willow... ) -- She rapidly replaces alcohol upon tray and backs away, clearing her throat, and mentally reminding herself she’s better than that. “Connor, right? I’m Wilhelmina...Willow.” 

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[las-vegas-princess]

“How to break a girl’s heart” - Jaspiam Style

[coldheartedbia]

When Willow asks Liam about “the girl” knowing it’s hurting her inside to ask but generally cares about Liam…

When Willow puts all her charity tickets into Liam’s auction box hoping to be the one that gets picked…

The look of disappointment on Willow’s face when she finds out she didn’t get picked to go on the date with Liam….

[gotaturtle]

Genevieve Gaunt, 2013

[littlegirlinvisible]

At that point, I’m just an employee doing my job, so don’t give me any grief about it when I do.

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willow being gorgeous as always (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

[theleoisallinthemind]

BUT FIRST SOME REBELLION

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liam. 

   All his life he had known these people, grown up with them and come to know them as more than just the help. They had seen ups and downs of the family, witnessed the worst possible moments in their lives in silence. Yet, when Willow brings him into the kitchen now he doesn’t dare make eye contact with any one of them. No one would ask questions, they knew their positions well, but the uncontrollable looks was something he wanted to avoid for just a few minutes.

She barely had to say anything before he had seated himself, the action being a mix of obedience and exhaustion. For a while now he had felt as if he was about to collapse and, if it hadn’t been for Willow’s miraculous ability to bring joy into the shittiest of situations, he probably would have done so in his room. How could he ever repay her for all these rescues?

    The slight sting of the process brings him back to Kathryn’s flat. Her volunteered help, though now it felt more like it had been an act of pity. Why was it so hard to avoid those thoughts? His eyes, looking somewhere else entirely, finally turns to meet Willow’s. Being so close, it sends the lightest tingles down his back. This was another talent of her seemingly endless talents, at least so far it hadn’t been unpleasant at all. He wanted to ask about that, but he could only ask her about so much at a time without being awfully nosy.  

         “ I’m afraid they’ve spoiled us rotten here. “  He hears one short distant snort from one of the longest working staff in the kitchen. Although, he did crave to know the free feeling of an ordinary life just as his father had risked those unguarded walks. Eyes fall to the nearest staff, having gotten over his dread of them seeing him this way, and he requests for two bowls of cocoa krispies.  “ Yes I think you’re quite right, we can’t have this rebellion. I’ll have to plan one immediately, but… cereal first. “

     She manages a light yet distant smile at his silly remark, but it is soon after coated with further concern. You see, she can see deep beyond his specific facade, and she only wished he’d be more open...then again, they’re only just getting to know one another -- and that’s obvious by the way he keeps questioning her. -- However, she can’t help but ponder upon why he would care, aside from the fact that they’re ‘such good friends’. Ugh. Ghastly thought. And yet...true.  She awaits while he gently orders the staff, crooked and endearing grin forming.       Willow keeps quiet, brushing her lips together, continuing on cleaning up the remaining blood. “There...as good as new.” she muses in soft whisper.            “Cereal first.” she repeats with a firm nod.