christiianss : christian of luxembourg .
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.
her ears were ringing still from the night spent , but she felt immortal , invincible . pulling a leaf from out of her hair , she chuckled softly , barely paying any attention to christian while he spoke , and instead leaving the leaf below one of the mugs abandoned . her clear eyes roamed the papers on the desk , the itineraries , curiously shifting the papers before her attention was snapped back to him as though a slap had turned her face . hues that shone bright , glassy and pooling irises of black under the influence of the substances she’d ingested , were the crown jewels to the features that now - if only briefly - appeared more humane than usual , tilted to the right side just barely , her lips parted as a sigh slowly escaped them . ‘ then you should’ve made sure there weren’t knock - down things near the window , then you would still be asleep ... that’s a lie , i would’ve woken you up ---- three minutes ago . ‘ she looks fleetingly proud , like a child that has just said something magnificent , but soon the usual expression of pleasantries and fake apparatus reappears .
‘ this ? what ? as in climbing up to your room or the going out ? because , honey , i’ll be using the front door for doing both . ‘ and that was such , her obedience contract ended once she was married . to anyone . to him , if he didn’t do something like running off or requesting the engagement to be nullified . outside , the sun was just beginning to peak out and the sky started becoming a soft orange . ‘ what’s your next destination now ? ‘ the princess gave him a pointed , knowing - although dazed - look , arching a single brow . ‘ the alps ? hanói ? sydney ? ‘
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