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xfswitzerland‌:

“owls are a wonderful pet,” she pointed out.

“I suppose I’ll just have to check in and see for myself when you do find him.

cfindia‌:

“thank you.” he initially responded, taking the drink that was offered to him. “i don’t think it’s getting ahead of yourself when so many are already taking advantage of the free bar… if anything, you are probably behind.” trying to reassure her rather than speak in malice. “whiskey is predominately what i drink, though is that too cliché royal? how about you? are you the princess of gin?”

“Of course,” she grinned. Neza shrugged, “I suppose when you put it like that... it doesn’t make my shopping spree look so bad. Well, I really don’t plan to drink it all so again, it really isn’t so bad.” She nodded, agreeing with him. “Whiskey? I don’t know why but I didn’t really think of you as a whiskey kind of guy.” She teased. “I’m more of a stick to my mojito and fruity tasting drinks girl. I also like vodka and rum in my cocktails.”

#Interactions: Ramachandra Gaekwad

prncssisbll‌:

Wine tasting did sound much better and after the stress that had happened to be her week it was almost necessary. “Okay as long as we start with wine it’s a game plan that I can agree with,” She admitted as she caved into the very slight pressure. She knew she could use a chance to relax and have some good conversation.

Neza really didn’t have more convincing in her if the other woman didn’t agree, so she was glad when the other caved. “Of course, of course. We can think of it as a treat ourselves sort of thing. I’m sure it’s more than needed when we’re all stressed in different ways here.” Neza nodded, peeling the cover off. She filled both glasses half way, then passed on towards her.

#Interactions: Isabelle Berger

xfswitzerland‌:

“have you seen an owl? very cute? he comes to hector.”

“I’m not sure if I am more surprised that you brought an owl with you here, or that you named him Hector. I have not see him though, but I guess I’ll be on the lookout.”

#Interactions: Elisabeth Von Landenberg

xfregality‌:

Eliza took another look at the picked over assortment of breakfast items. If she had gone with her initial instinct to just take the pastry in the first place she wouldn’t be in this predicament. Admittedly, she was somewhat happy that this was undoubtedly the hardest decision she had to make today. Though being in Greece was getting old quickly, at least there was nothing expected of her. “You can have it.” she declared finally, opting to pick up an apple instead. “I don’t need the calories. I’ve just remembered I have a wedding dress to fit into.” Her tone was notably dripping with sarcasm. Making light of the situation was her only escape from actually dealing with the fact that this was all happening. What about you, your highness? Any nuptials written in the stars for you?”

Neza wasn’t sure if they were going to have to battle over a donut. This wasn’t how she expected her morning to start, and she definitely was not about to embarrass herself, her country, and most importantly her family, over a donut. Then again, it was the last pastry. Before she could say anything else, the other woman had conceded, “thank you” she nodded, glancing at the apple the woman had picked up. There was days to be healthy and so far this was not one of them. Neza let out a small snort, placing the donut on her plate, “ah yes, the future plannings, especially wedding dress preparations. I’m sure you’ll fit in a dress just fine, you look great.” Not only was she hoping to cheer her up, but there was no lie in what she had said. “I do, I mean yes. Do you not like your partner? Or just the idea of arranged marriage?”

#Interactions: Eliza Berger

prncssisbll‌:

Isabelle didn’t bother hiding her reaction to the rather….well impressive collection of alcohol spread in front of the other woman. She knew that she may regret it later but she decided to join her as she sat down looking at the choices. “How about we start with some wine? Ease myself into destroying my liver.”

Neza did not blame the surprise on her face, she had surprised herself with just how much she had grabbed, but options were better than being stuck with something. Especially if she turned out to not like it. “Destroy your liver sounds so negative. Think of it as, well if we’re starting with wine, just think of it as wine tasting. Or getting better at our skills” She grinned.

#Interactions: Isabelle Berger

“I might have, and by might I really do mean definitely, got ahead of myself.” She muttered, glancing up at the other, before giving them a gin. “Either way, I have more alcohol than I really need,” She didn’t even drink that often, so it was a mystery why she had so much spread out before her. “So, what’s your poision?”

#wow terrible starters for the win?#also i apologize i just realized this was cued for the wrong date #athentask001 #athenopen

xfregality‌:

“ … keep the creamer light, and none of that migraine-inducing whip. ” where her tone suggested ingenuity , her features appeared relaxed ; she was in a surprisingly good mood. it was a rarity these days to actually have nothing at all to do. at home there was always one thing or another the princess ought to be doing. even when she was occupied, she was often already planning two or three steps ahead for what was to come. taking her coffee with a delighted smile, eliza made her way around the buffet style serving table. her eyes settled on a lone glazed pastry. she glanced at the oblivious royal next to her and asked, “ how badly do you want that donut ? ”

She glanced over at the owner of the voice that had suddenly come besides her minutes after her. Neza’s face dropped slightly, noting that there was only one pastry left on the table but two of them. Her gaze shifted back to the donut, before looking at the woman then scanning the rest of the dishes on the table. “Well, that depends.” Was she willing to trade in her pastry for something more plain. Did she even really need a donut or any sort of sugar this early. Then again, at least the other woman had some sort of drink in her hand and that was already an advantage over he own empty plate. “To be honest, it’s sort of the only thing I’m craving” she shrugged. She meant no ill words to the rest of the options before them or the prepares of such, but it was true and there was no point lying about it. If there was no other choice she’d settle.

#Interactions: Eliza Berger

prinvely‌:

The old car was World War 2 issue and covered in rust. The vehicle was a complete write off and Vlad knew it. He had bought it for a few hundred euro of a local and doubted it would work, but the fix up would at least be fun. He had it shipped up to the Villa he was staying at and it sat on a slight incline just outside. Vlad, after his usual strict morning routine or working out, coffee and writing, had thrown on his old jeans and and headed out to work on the car. An hour in and a fine sheen of sweat had begun on his forehead, his hands oily and fresh prints donned his pants. He was that deep in concentration, that he barely heard the 80s rock and roll blaring from his phone, hooked up to speakers on the backseat of the car. He also never heard the persona approach until there was a shadow thrown over the car. He glanced over his shoulder, cheek smeared with oil and smiled at them. “Hey…sorry, is the music bothering you?”

A run. The concept of exercise had sounded like a good way to waste time when she had nothing else to do and little to no plans for the rest of the day. Of course, out of shape and apparently also out of her mind. If others could do it, why couldn’t she - had been a terrible way to convince herself to do something so stupid. Sure, she had started but after stopping for what seemed to be the hundreth time, Neza simply decided to power walk. Exercise was exercise, although she should have chosen jump roping or something less... anything but running. With her own music blasting through the headphones in her ear, the 80s rock hadn’t bothered her. In fact, she had noticed it or even the man, too focused on staying alive. At least long enough to collapse into her bed. Neza hunched over catching her breath, stopping just short of the man. She lowered her own music to hear him better as he spoke, pulling the headphones to sit on her neck. “N-no. Not.. at all. Older rock isn’t something I hear too much of these days though.”

#Interactions: Vladyslav Popova

- ̗̀ (she/her) is that MEAGAN TANDY coming off the private jet? oh no that’s NEZA ANTWI the 27 year old PRINCESS of GHANA. people often say they remind them of WINE, COTTON CANDY, and HYDRANGEAS. they are arranged to marry RAMACHANDRA GAEKWAN ( tomi, 21, cst, she/her)

Hey hey hey! I’m Tomi, I’m glad to meet all of y’all. This is my queen princess Neza. She’s new so bare with me as I develop her. You can find a lil more about her below the cut, please message me if you’re up for plotting with her and ... yeah!