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⊰ – Princess Isidora Isabela Flores de Mexico

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VICTORIA | Victoria realising just what an adorable dork she married

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He smirked at her comment, he leaned over and met her lips with his. Desmond caressed her hair softly with the hand that was already holding her from behind. His other hand reaching up to her face, dragging out the kiss as long as he could before lack of his oxygen became a problem. With Izzy in his lap, everything else forgotten around him. From his drink, to the media, to his family, everything wasn’t bugging him at the moment. He was caring very little for the people who hardly who were doing anything but reach out to him. Any news from the outside world was being briefed to him in a small memo by his advisor that he was forced to read. He got rid of his phone and was in no mood to see anyone but Isabela. Especially after going on a drunken escapade and talking to people he shouldn’t have been talking to in such a state. A smile broke out in between his heavy breathing, “That lucky bastard doesn’t know how honored he is.” He winked before leaning back in his seat. “If breaking out of this place is our only solution then so be it,” he chuckled. 

Her heart did a funny little flip as he smirked and moved in to kiss her, and she was more than happy to meet him halfway. Once he had pulled back for air, she blinked her eyes open slowly, a little pleasantly dazed from the long kiss. Her own hand came up to cup his jaw, while her thumb brushed softly across his lower lip. “Mmm,” she hummed happily before saying, “I like your methods of persuasion.” Having Desmond in her life was so...foreign. But in the best of ways. She’d never had someone who she could be this relaxed around, someone who she felt this safe with. Izzy giggled again, still somewhat surprised every time the funny little sound dropped from her lips. She hadn’t giggled all that much before meeting Desmond, but he simply made her feel giddy. “Is it insulting if I call you cute? I don’t care, I’m calling you cute. You’re cute,” she said insistently with a smile. As he leaned back, she followed, laying her head on his chest as she looked up at him from the vantage. “It’ll have to be a very covert operation. This is probably life or death.”

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Desmond wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, holding her close as if he was afraid of losing her. It had seemed as if his fate was decided for him, his desire to abdicate had been snuffed out quickly. And while he knew Isabela had confessed to him that she would stand by his side despite any action he would take, Desmond felt it wrong for him to knowingly make Isabela’s life harder by doing so. He had been glad he had been able to finally open about his feelings for her recently, but there was still some things that were left unspoken between them. The truth was that Desmond was falling unbelievably hard for his… girlfriend? fiance? It just didn’t ring true to him when their status was controlled by people above him. He was incredibly grateful to have been paired with someone whom he was definitely crazy for… but he still felt like he needed to do more on his own. “I can convince you,” he teased, giving her neck a quick nip before pressing a kiss on the same spot to soothe the skin. “Do you want to sneak out to dinner tonight? Somewhere… far away, from here. To get away from these walls, you know?” He asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Or does my beautiful betrothed already have plans?”

Izzy was perpetually smiling in Desmond’s arms, every move of him only making the happiness bubbling within her multiply. Though...she was still concerned about how he felt considering his words on abdicating before. They hadn’t really spoken of it since, and if he truly wanted to make it a reality, Izzy wanted to help. He shouldn’t have to go through something alone. Unless his feelings had changed? It was impossible to know without asking, though. And though she normally didn’t shy away from such things, she was too caught up in him and the wonderful feeling of his lips against her skin at the moment to ask. He and his mouth set her heart to pounding a little faster. “Maybe I’d like to see you try.” So far his method seemed...enjoyable. Another wide smile broke over her lips at his suggestion, and she wondered how she could have gotten so lucky to be paired with someone who seemed to desire similar things that she did. “That actually sounds amazing.” The walls were rather stifling here, and Izzy’d had more than enough of them. “So what’ll we do? Braid a chain out of clothes and hang out the window for our grand escape?” she joked lightly. “I did have plans to stay in the lap of a devastatingly handsome Irish-man for the rest of the day but...I suppose I could reschedule with him.”

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Desmond had been dealing with a whirlwind emotions the past couple of nights, only allowing himself to “deal” with it by by absolutely choosing not to. He was being constantly pestered by his advisor and parents to make a public outing, but he had no energy to be publicly scrutinized. Everything was great if he just ignored it. His future wife was great, his sister didn’t resent him and the whiskey seemed never ending. Querido, his heart sung every time his betrothed practically sung the words. His fluency in her native language only brought them closer. He enjoyed talking to her in Spanish right in front of aides and advisors who didn’t have an ounce of knowledge of what they were saying. “Buenos dias, hermosa,” he winked as she still beamed with the flowers. There was underlying weight eating at him for feeling like a burden to Isabela. He had only been trying to do better for his betrothed’s sake. He reached out for her hand to press a gentle kiss to, pulling her to him and putting his hands on her hips to guide her to sit in his lap. “That’s bullshit, you’re the best person I know,” he smiled. “Thanks for coming out, I just wanted to see you”

To be honest, there had certainly been a part of Izzy that had been worried that Demond’s words and actions after she’d gone to him post secret reveal had simply been a fluke spurred on by alcohol and the sensation of his word crumbling. Needless to say, she was ecstatic to find that it seemed his sentiments hadn’t changed when she’d seen him again. But the wondering of those few hours and made it impossible to ignore just how strong her feelings had become for Desmond, highlighted by the anxiety and fear she’d undergone in that time while wondering whether she’d showed her hand for nothing. But her worries proved to be unfounded, and Izzy rather felt thankful to be a flimsy word for the happiness she felt upon kissing and holding Desmond again. All too eager to be pulled into his lap, she giggled in happiness once more, settling onto him easily as she looped her arms around his shoulders. “Don’t fight me on this,” she said with a playful glint in her eye. “You know I’m far too stubborn to give in.” For a moment she simply basked in him, tucking herself into his neck for a moment with an affectionate little nuzzle of her nose. “Well, thanks for asking me. Even if it’s such a chore to come and see a man that makes me happy, and be kissed by him.”

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Mexican Culture 💕

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The secret reveal had tripled his work load, every action of his reflecting back on him. Everything he said or did, up to the order of what he did them weighed on the decision to nominate Desmond as the next successor. His father had been running hurdles doing everything in his power to attempt to make the public forget about this scandal. At least the media was having a good time trying to make connections from his past that didn’t exist. Izzy had immensely helped get his mind off the chaos. The alcohol consumption had subdued for a bit, there was a bit of whiskey in his coffee to get him through the morning. Literature had also been a nice plus, but it only kept him distracted for so long. The other day, his eyes began to hurt by the amount of time he was spent nose deep in a book. Today was going to be a good day, it had to be. He was going to start it with one of the few people who actually cared to seek him out. At the moment, he only had patience for Izzy. A smile reached his lips as he felt now familiar lips on his skin, the novel forgotten. He leaned his head, tilting his head upwards so he would be able to see his betrothed. “Morning,” he muttered before closing his eyes for a quick kiss. He leaned over to grab the bouquet he had wrapped for Isabela and handed it to her, “These are for you.”

Her days with Desmond often felt like they were straight from a dream, but the downside of that was the hidden anxiety that she might one day very soon wake up from it. After all, she was going to have to tell him of her identity once she was certain she could care for her family without the help of the King and Queen. And then...she desperately wanted to believe that nothing would change between them, but the reality was— she was lying to Desmond. And she wouldn’t blame him for condemning her for it when she finally broke the truth. But she was trying her best not to think of that day, and instead enjoy what they had now. It was easy to focus on that when he simply made her feel so....happy. This morning was no exception as she gave him a kiss, a giggle for the sake of being joyful emitting from her. Izzy was giggling much more these days than she ever had before, though it was mostly exclusively in Desmond’s company. “Good morning, mi querido.” The flowers were absolutely lovely, and her smile widened greatly at the sight of them, her eyes lighting up. “You’re so cheesy,” she teased lightly, though she adored it when he brought her flowers. More sincerely, she added, “I love them,” as she gave him another kiss, unable to contain it. Every time he gave her flowers, she saved her favorite blooms and pressed them into her journal, so she’d be able to have them forever. “I need to start bringing you presents. You keep making me look like a terrible betrothed.” To be honest, she still wasn’t sure how comfortable Desmond was with her using the word fiancée.