so it goes

adrián frontera thirty-three, bodyguard

[anamariaabolivar]

“Has anyone told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Ana María asked, a grin spread across her face, as she took the person’s hand, cradling it and pressing it against her cheek, as if they were the most precious person in the room. @hshqstarters​

[frcntera]

he ignores the conversation happening beside him.  it’s the same drunk talk.  he doesn’t realize her words are directed toward him until he feels his hand moving without his control.  he side eyes the person in question.  what the fuck does he do.  he clears his throat.  “ your highness.  no they have not.  thank you for the compliment. ”  he tries tugging his hand away,  but her grip is a little too tight.  “ are you okay? ”  he looks around the room,  hoping any of the guards would make eye contact with him and save him.  

[ebbv]

“ how do you like your table ? we struggled with all the requests, it was like an impossible equation. i hope the organizer seated you with at least one friend. ” ( @hshqstarters​ )

[nataliademarquis]

“ oh it’s just GREAT. ” she beamed back. she should hold her tongue, complaining at a wedding was one thing. but to the bride ? there had to be a cardinal rule against it ! but nonetheless, “ but you wouldn’t possibly know if there was two spots somewhere else … do you ? “

[frcntera]

​“ i apologize for interrupting,  but if you were interested in switching spots with someone,  i overheard the hungarian princess vocalize her distaste for the seating arrangement. ”  he looks to the bride.  “ your sister,  your highness,  princess astrid,  appeared uncomfortable. ”  ( @ebbv​ )

[frcntera]

barbiebraganca​:

     - ‘ THAT SEEMS to be the general opinion. ’ it had been going on for too long without an ounce of progress or hope for a middle ground being found. ‘ so you’d act if you had the power to help put an end to it, even as an outsider ? ’

he couldn’t quite figure out what angle she was playing at.  is she trying to trick him?  is this another interview process?  marcello didn’t tell him about this.  “ sure.  it’s wishful thinking,  but yeah,  if i could,  i would. ”  he remains stoic, despite his hands itching to perform their usual mannerisms.   “ your highness,  if it’s not rude to ask,  why are you asking for my opinion?  i don’t exactly provide any value to the turkey situation. ”

[frcntera]

barbiebraganca​:

     - ‘ SIT WITH me, please. ’ she pointed to the chair opposite to her and pushed a tea cup across the table in his direction. ‘ what do you think of the greece and turkey conflict ? honest opinion. ’

he does as ordered,  seating himself across from the crown princess.  his body stiffens at her question.  why would his opinion matter to her?  he took a moment to answer,  his gaze fixed on the tea cup until he meets her eyes.  it would be disrespectful to look away when talking to her.  “ i think it’s unfortunate and i think it’s been dragged on for too long. ”  he keeps his answer simple.  he doesn’t want to risk getting fired already. 

[frcntera]

mvrcellc​:

“There’s just that one tiny problem…” He held his fingers a millimetre apart. “She’s pretty damn infuriating. They all are but Verona di Savoia takes it onto another level. The whole incident with crawling on the floor… I can swallow my pride well once, I don’t know how if I can do it again.”

“ it sounds like she likes you as one would like a pet dog.  the chances of her treating you like a normal human being — not looking very good at the moment. ”  he laughs into his glass before taking a drink.  “ what about the chinese?  or will they think you’re milking with what happened to the chair. ”

[frcntera]

“ your highness — prince andres has directed me to take orders from you during his absense.  is there anything i can assist with today? ” ( @barbiebraganca​ )

[beaufort-a]

“So…. the ribs have finally healed and I’m ready to get back out there. Are you with me or am I going to have to make mischief on my own? And no, I don’t care that I’m a grown adult that shouldn’t be getting into trouble.”

@hshqstarters​

[frcntera]

“ you’ve asked the wrong person. ”  unlike him,  he doesn’t have the luxury to cause mischief without major consequences.   and how careless of the prince to ask.  perhaps he could use all that free time into something productive instead.  “ thank you for the offer,  your highness — but i will have to politely decline. ”  

[mvrcellc]

“Do you think it would be of any use to spend more time with Verona di Savoia? I might sound conceited but I think she likes me. She had me at one of the meetings with the Sammarinese — it was harrowing.” ( ** @frcntera​ )

[frcntera]

how far would marcello go to impress the regent?  “ go for it.  you can skip a bunch of steps to get into higher places.  i’d take any shortcut.  being close to home doesn’t make this job more rewarding. ”  he leans back into his seat.

[frcntera]

mvrcellc​:

“What I wouldn’t do for the cause…” He probably should have just taken the risk and compromised his job. “You should have seen them in Regina — I’m pretty sure they thought their house was a treehouse at first. I’m surprised they didn’t bump into furniture there,” Marcello joked, although his tone wasn’t too light. “I’ve come to the conclusion that this is a kindergarten for the rich and the privileged. It’s the only explanation I have. It’s a fucking miracle they are still alive and hidden.”

he takes a drink.  “ right,  and we’re the underpaid babysitters. ”  their fucking luck.  “ i thought i’d be more empathetic for them,  feel a little bad — yeah,  i know,  don’t say anything.  it was stupid of me to think i could feel bad. ”  they’re enjoying their lives with no worry about the outside world.  how could anyone feel bad.  “ alive and barely hidden.  i know someone won’t be able to resist the urge of tagging their location. ” 

[mariisolss]

@hshqstarters​

Marisol downed the rest of her cava, and then realized she couldn’t actually tell the difference between the few she was tasting. A sure sign if any that she was tipsy and it was time to switch to coffee and carbs before finding her fiancé. She’d meant it when she promised not to be cruel to him. 

“Just thought of a fun little date idea they should have put in the brochures,”  she said this to no one in particular, perhaps the sommelier. “Go to Museo de América in Madrid and make a list of all the shit you want back.” 

[frcntera]

he stood there,  keeping an appropriate distance from the prince regent.  from his peripheral,  he could see a girl who is assumed to be a princess recklessly chugging drinks.  if his gaze remains forward,  it’s likely she won’t start conver— never mind.  “ very funny,  your highness. ”  he keeps it short,  yet polite.  hopefully even in her assumed drunken state she can understand social cues. 

[mvrcellc]

“We should make a bet: how long does it take you until you’ve had enough of the pigs here.” ( ** @frcntera​ )

[frcntera]

“ and one of those pigs, you crawled on the ground for. ”  his hand meets with marcello’s shoulder,  giving it a grip while shaking his head disapprovingly.  he lets go to walk past his friend to reach for an unopened water bottle on the counter.  “ the newlyweds— ”  or not so newlyweds,  andres and barbie’s dynamic confused him.  “ their room at this resort is bigger than my entire house.  culture shock. ”  he uncaps the bottle.  “ and how is this an efficient protection program when most of them leave the resort to go do whatever they want. ”

[frcntera]

&&. ( adrián frontera ) is ( 33 ) year old and works as a ( bodyguard ). he/him is often confused with ( michael malarkey ). some say that he is ( rigid & headstrong ), but he is actually ( modest & patient ). 

elisa convinced me and i am easily persuaded. he’s spanish and andres’ bodyguard! he does not know anyone else other than marcello. he was married to marcello’s late sister. he's kind-ish and patient (because he has to be or else he'll get fired). i’ll add the full bio at the bottom but it is not super necessary to read, i just word vomitted on my least important muse lmao.

he didn't have a lot growing up in rural spain. has the typical resentment of being the first born, yet hides and suppresses it well. over time he's learned to be indifferent about it. would do anything for his family though. he never really had big dreams, his situation didn't allow him to think beyond his means. he grew to accept that sort of wishful thinking will lead to more harm. he went to the military because it was easiest for him and after a bad injury, he never went back. even after he completely healed, he decided to find an easier path that would not risk his life.

worked as a bouncer for clubs while attending basic classes at university. probably one of the most miserable times of his life. he felt like he was at rock bottom. it was purely by chance when he worked for someone in the royal sphere. his friend told him about the opening for working in security for a spanish duke. initially he refused since he doesn’t have enough qualifications. he was certain his application would immediately be rejected. his friend assured him he’ll put in the referral and to omit certain parts on his resume, like being a club bouncer.

it didn’t take long for his application to be processed. he thought for sure during the in person screening he would have tanked it. it seemed like they needed someone rather quickly and by chance he passed. he met marcello while on the job and they hit it off pretty quick and became close friends. and then he met giulia, marcello’s sister. it was literally like a scene out of a movie for him. an icky love at first sight moment. marcello rooted for them and their relationship had some bumps due to long distance, but it worked out in the end.

he received a more permanent position to work in the security team for the spanish duke. stable income is great for when you’re trying to plan a wedding and buy your forever home. their wedding happens and soon after they welcomed their first child. of course it was up until tragedy came over and he experienced the first real loss of his life. his wife and three year old child both passed in a freak accident.

the months after that, marcello helped him move out of his house. he couldn't stand to be in the house without giulia and his child. he quit his job, not being able to focus on anything. his grief was being handled poorly. he spent the next few years channeling his sorrow into something productive. he started meeting new people in social gatherings,  it was comforting to find others he could rely on other than his brother-in-law. eventually, marcello got him back into the secret service industry, helping him get a position on andres’ team. he immediately jumped on the opportunity and now he’s in the program.

[b-n-a-o]