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[edwardwindsor]

Edward narrowed his eyes, taking a large sip of his tea. “I don’t think that trick would work on me. Thinking of sleep when I’m not able to is torturous.” He absently pulled a hair off the dark fabric of his shirt. “I would just rather not have to roll out of bed at some ungodly hour like today. I always can’t get to sleep on time the night before.”

“It’s not so much thinking of sleep as pretending you already are. There’s a song, isn’t there? Something about life is only a dream? Pretend they are the same,” he shrugged, with a hint of sincerity that he wished they were. Though speaking of it rang true to the English prince’s words and the dark rings beneath his eyes felt heavier than they did moments before. “I think there are medicines for that, too. Mine is alcohol. What would be so wrong if you slipped back to bed? Are you here because there are things to do, or because it’s expected of you?”

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[edwardwindsor]

“You and me both.” Edward sighed, trying not to slump over on the table in front of him, a teacup in his hand. “It should be illegal for them to host events this early.” A formal breakfast at 6:30 meant waking up at 5, then being fussed over for an hour and a half while fighting the urge to shut his eyes. All in all he had maybe gotten three hours of sleep the night before.

“It is never too early for responsibilities. They lurk behind corners, waiting to be found or to surprise when you think they are gone,” he murmured, reading a small slip of paper beside his breakfast plate. The bags under his eyes were the only tell he hadn’t slept, raised and puffy, as his formal attire for the day wasn’t a thread out of place. “I’ll repeat that I am in bed to comfort myself while they go on. Perhaps you make it your rule, your law. Nothing before seven, unless there are responsibilities... that doesn’t work, does it?”

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[angieferdinand]

“Oh, there will definitely be wine, believe me.  Maybe some champagne, just to be extra fancy.”  Angie swiveled her hips on a beat only she could hear, flaring the skirt of her dress.  “Just find me an outlet!  I’ve got enough good music on my phone to last us hours.”

“Oh, you are arranging this? Will it be a social gathering in some unnamed room?” He stepped back, allowing her room to move with a bemused smirk. His own swaying stopped, standing straighter and more stout than when he approached. “Or do you expect us to dance and make fool of ourselves in the open?”

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[kristoford]

Kristofor relaxed almost immediately, chuckling and patting Mia’s head. “Loyalty is key,” he replied easily, happy to slip back into his native tongue. A smile remained on his face when he felt Ilija settle next to him and he shut his book, marking the page for later. “You should know by now my main source of joy is evading you and Josip.” He had earned way too many telling-offs from his assistant over the course of their relationship for disappearing for hours at a time. He knew his family wasn’t exactly fond of him doing that either. His smile started to fade a little at his brother’s question and he cleared his throat. “Just about everybody I bump into is someone of importance. But if you’re referring specifically to Princess Cassandra, no. Josip’s actually trying to figure out her whereabouts right now.”

“You should know by now I’m looking out for you... and annoying you, as is my right to do so.” A truth made joke, as if worry hadn’t kept Ilija watchful and wary didn’t soil his veins-- especially over a sibling whose knack for wandering off kept him on a hunt as a detective would a trail of clues, though more worried at what he found at the end. Another click of his tongue, as if it were enough to scoff without wasting air on the company they shared in the city. Brada kaza jarca ne pako mudroznanca. “Not everyone is as they think, or claim. Some are more interesting than others, some more valuable, but not everybody is of importance. I should ask who have met who you think isn’t. It would be more interesting to hear of them than the rest. But,” he sighed, letting the word linger in the air, a cliffhanger to his thoughts with too long of a pause. “Now that you mention her, I wished to have heard some news. Hearing your adventures would be far more interesting than recanting mine.”

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[eliseferdinand]

         “I think you’re the first person to tell me that…” Anyone else who had the question proposed to them nearly chastised her for the thought process … which was comical, considering Elise knew they were thinking the same thing. Duty dictated they had to go. It didn’t mean they wanted to. “You have a game plan. It’s almost like a game of chess to you.” Not so much an accusation as an observation — Elise knew very little of the man she was meant to marry. Spare moments like these were appreciated, though she was naturally apprehensive of the whole thing. Hands folded themselves delicately before her, eyes shifted away from him. “Where would you sneak off to?”

“Then I am the first who isn’t trying to drag you into my own discomfort. Anyone who told you otherwise wants you to endure their misery with them.” Or perhaps there was some responsibility in attending and making good on the relations they created. Their marriage seemed enough for that alone, a concrete alliance decided for them what relationship would be useful, who was proper enough. What more would throwing them all in dances, parades, and celebrations do for them but to create a public image they were acquainting better than reality? “I wouldn’t know where until it happened, and then decide from there when the feeling of escape lighten my feet. Perhaps I could drag you off with me? If that means away from festivities, we are still working to their goal, no? Would you come with me, or is this talk of missing out only that?”

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[konstantinreinhardt]

         “No matter where I turn, wherever I go … there’s always a person there.” Of course there was. It was such a silly thing to pout about, but here Konstantin was with his grimace; always looking too serious for his own good ( despite how laid back he could be ). It wasn’t an attempt to shoo his guest away, instead he waved a hand to the chair beside his own with invitation. “Come, drink. This is an occasion for it.”

“They know we will avoid each other,” he spoke, shrugging within his words and perching himself at the door as if he was unsure to step in or flee. “We are happy in our own worlds. They purposely didn’t give us enough rooms to successfully do so.” But at the proffered drink his demeanor fully changed, straightened posture and head held a littler higher as he approached the German. “A drink, however, I will happily welcome and call you ‘friend’. Drinks are needed, stronger and larger than they provide or deem appropriate for our statures. Thank you.”

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[katrixnes]

Kat’s nose wrinkled at the object as he reached for the matches, she didn’t use it herself and she wasn’t one to stop others, she had been around several people who used it but she never got used to the smell of it once lit. “Your betrothed is a lucky girl.” She rolled her eyes. “Do you not think you should save it for when you’re alone, so the rest of us don’t have to suffer your stinking habit.”

His brows knitted together tightly, confusion written across his face plainly as reading a book, that slowly morphed into minimal irritation. “Why are you trying to insult me? Were you not taught manners?” He placed the rolled tobacco between his lips, looking down at it to light but his main focus on her, expecting explanation. “It is only cigarette. Some drink, some smoke, I do both occasionally, as do many,” he said, letting the smoke dissipate with his words. “You are being rude, why?”

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[kristoford]

Kristofor was sat in the sitting room, his fingers brushing quickly over the bumps on the pages of his book. Mia laid by his side, her ever watchful eyes on the door. She sat up when someone entered the room and Kris tilted his head in their direction. “Hello,” he greeted in English, a pretty universally recognizable language (especially amongst the people he was interacting with these days), a ghost of a smile appearing on his face.

The click of his tongue echoed, with an exasperated sigh that followed quickly after as he approached. “Mia, pusti me da ga uplašim, samo jednom,” he huffed, waving his hands in the air as if she understood, yet stood her ground. Ilija slumped into the seat beside his brother, leaned against his shoulder enough to touch but not put weight. “You wandered off, quickly. You moved from every place I heard you last were. Did you bump into anyone of importance?”

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[eliseferdinand]

         “Do you think it’s rude,” Elise murmured softly to the body beside her. There was one truly positive aspect of the Summit — meeting the future leaders of her generation. Elise was at least enjoying seeing them in person, as opposed to reading about them in files or tabloids. And while she was often a quieter individual she wasted no time in speaking to one of the royal children whenever they popped up, “to slip away from the many functions we’re scheduled to appear at? Even for a second?”

"Not at all.” He took his seat beside her, close enough but not too far that it would appear any distaste in her presence. There was a curiosity, mostly, to whom he would be wed while he knew others had a distaste for their future marriages at their concept alone. Ilija could only be amused, interested in whom his parents thought would be an adequate future bride, an adequate alliance. “I was thinking to do the same, though strategically. First you make appearance, greet four people in the four corners of the room, be seen taking a drink and then leave. If anyone questions where you went, there were matters from home that took you from festivities. You have your escape all planned.”

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[angieferdinand]

“I only have two plans on my schedule today: find some half decent chocolate and go dancing.”

“Not bad ideas all around. The dancing I could take to, perhaps with a little wine to lighten out steps,” he grinned, teetering on his feet as if he was preparing for it to happen within the moment. “We’re only missing the music, and maybe the chocolates. Where would we get music?”

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[katrixnes]

“Are you really sure you want to be doing that?” Katriane queried, raising a brow as she watched the other, an amused smile on her lips. 

“Of course I am. Why do anything if you’re not sure you want to do it?” His grin was childish, mischievous, but it always had misplaced on his lips even in the most inappropriate of times. His fingers rolled the dried plant into the paper cylinder, securing its shape before reaching for matches. “Now is good a time as any.”

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