the sultan stopped, hearing the pen drop to the floor with a loud crackle. he rose an eyebrow and bent down picking up the plastic between his fingers. he laughed but nodded as he stood straight again. “attacked by a pen is a new one,” he said offering it back to its owner.
Hearing the other immediately dismiss the “attack” with a joke, his own worries dissipated, bringing back the normal carefree attitude he was accustomed to. “Definitely something to add to you’re list of accomplishments. ‘Survived an attack by pen’. Sounds kind of daring, eh?” He joked as he took his pen back with a small head bow in thanks.
Armed with their laptop and a fresh cup of tea, Rory wasready to do a bit of research. All they needed was a cozy spot to do so. Thelibrary would have worked had it not been so crowded. Their bedroom would’ve beenfine had they not banned themselves from doing such research there. Calling itresearch may be a stretch. Searching and reading through tabloids and blogs formentions of themselves was hardly an academic pursuit. But Rory didn’t trustthe press team and preferred to see it firsthand.
Barely through the door, Rory reached up to block her faceat the object flying towards them. The cup was tossed to the ground in themovement, spilling hot tea across their front. “Oh, bloody hell!” Rory halfshouted at the shock of it.
Matt winced as he watched the familiar looking individual douse themselves with their own tea, the proceeded to try his best to hold back a laugh. “Bit of tough luck there, I didn’t think anyone would be happening across this room other than myself. What are the odds you happened to make your way in right as my pen decided to make an escape?” This was his usual way of dealing with things, especially awkward situations, joking his way through it.
siv is mostly minding her own business ; maybe her eyes wander a little as she walks the hallways with purpose ( her task : to take fresh flowers to one of the lounges ), but they pay little attention to her — the invisibility of the help ; it’s amazing sometimes. she flinches at the projectile headed her way, water sloshing in the vase and splattering on the floor. gaze looks almost BLANKLY at the water before her black uniform shoes : ugh, guess she’ll have to clean that up too. “ don’t worry —- it’ll take more than that to kill me, i think. ”
“i’d sure hope so, I’d hate to be thrown out before my first week for killing one of the palace staff,” he said halfheartedly, his worry already beginning to fade as he got up to retrieve the writing utensil turned weapon. “Though it doesn’t seem like the attack phased you at all, I might add.” Picking up the wet pen he dried it with the end of his shirt as he awaited a response from her.
Ferah had dodge the projectile just in time with a raised eyebrow. “I’m fine. Though, I clearly need to watch my back around here if people are going to start taking trying to take me out with pens,” she replied, flippantly. She was far more amused than annoyed and the younger man’s faux pas. Picking up the writing utensil, she moved to return it. “Your aim is a bit off, by the way.”
He was thoroughly embarrassed. Not only had he managed to make a klutz of himself but he had done so in less than a week of having arrived. Still, as per his usual mannerisms, the feeling lasted all but a minute before it was gone. “I doubt the whole pen is mightier than the sword bit applies in this case, I’m sure you’d have survived any attack with a pen, especially this low brow,” he joked.
When he had received his invitation to the Genovian event, Matt knew that there was a possibility of him seeing some familiar faces, especially after looking over the guest list. But there was always the chance that some would refuse to attend, so he decided not to get his hopes up. That is until he spotted a familiar brunette. “Well well, I had no idea you’d be coming. But I guess that’s more to do with you not responding to my messages lately,” he chided walking up to her.
He should have expected as much. After walking through the palace corridors all morning in search of the perfect spot to write, Matthew had ultimately resorted to sitting in a large room that he suspected to be a lounge of sorts. After finally settling in he had written all about a paragraph before drawing a blank and tapping his pen restlessly against the edge of his journal. The pace of it had become so quick that the pen flew from his fingers, nearly hitting the person walking through the door in the face. “Christ! I’m sorry, are you alright?”
“I think both are lovely is just different” She said always having her own country in her heart but her personal bias wouldn’t blind her to the fact that countries that had a better weather than they did, where fortunate to have an easier time having a wider range of plants. “How are you your grace? Did you arrive recently?”
Everything was fine up until he heard her address him formally, her words producing a small grimace from him. He knew the law well and knew that he had to be called as such but it had never particularly fancied him. Still, he pushed through it. “I arrived this morning, thankfully it wasn’t as long a flight as I had been expecting. I’m as well as I can be, and yourself?”
𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐖 of neatly lined up books with spines facing outward, and colour coded with dots, soyeon 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 knew that the library in genovia could ever be this fancy. comfortable leather armchairs, and tables for quiet study. her local library by her house in korea never had something like this, and she couldn’t say the same for the one in the palace because she wasn’t allowed access nor did have the time. she knew standing up on a ladder wasn’t going to do justice in getting her one of the books that spot her eye. as much as she tried to move a inch, she was afraid that she was going to fall. so instead she grabbed another book and without knowing that desired book on the top shelf was going to fall on top of the other’s head. she 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 went down the steps to comfort them. ❝ oh my go- are you okay ? i’m so sorry. that was not my intention at all … please tell me you’re not bleeding. ❞ words rolled off her tongue in a timbre of warmth, the melodic sounds distinctly foreign.
One of Matthew’s frequented spots during any trip, though all his trips prior were within his own country, required a trip to the largest library the area had to offer. After hearing praise over the library in the Genovian palace itself, he resolved in making it one of his usual spots. Despite the fact that the Library didn’t seem to contain many recently published works, such as the ones he wrote himself, he enjoyed it fully. The literary works on the shelves being much different than the usual that he spotted in other places back home. He had believes that the girl in the same row of books as himself had spotted him, or at the very least seen him when he had joined her, but it was clear that she hadn’t really seen him up until she had accidently attacked him with a rather large reading choice. Rubbing his head with a hand he chuckled softly before bending over and picking the book up with his free hand, offering it to her. “Fortunately I don’t believe the book broke skin.”
Elizabeth was actually very happy to be in Genovia, she loved her country yes. But being in a new place -the times she had been here before didn’t really count in her eyes- to a point not being as over protected as she was when her father was around, a chance to meet more people plus she hoped that this would be beneficial for everyone involved, maybe that was too much wishful thinking but she still wanted it.
After she freshen up a bit after the travel she began her investigation of the castle, wanting to get to know it as much as possible. Finally after walking around for a while she sat down on a bench in the garden “The garden is really lovely isn’t it?” She asked casually at the first person she saw,
fter settling in, as much as he possibly could in a country he had never visited prior in his life, Matthew resolved on spending some time in the palace gardens which he had admired on his way in. Grabbing his ever present journal, the brown leather cover and bindings worn to a comfortable softness in his hands, he walked out into the surreal sights of the gardens. He had been walking for around half an hour and jotting down notes as he stepped before his train of thought was stopped by the sound of someone’s voice. Taking a moment to look up from the pages of his journal at the area around them before responding he nodded, “I suppose so. Much more floral than most gardens we have back in England.”
⋆ ° ⟡ ( TOM HOLLAND, twenty five, male, he/him ) has MATTHEW MONTGOMERY, the LORD from LONDON arrived yet? i heard they can be quite NONCHALANT, but also WARM. there’s rumours they’ve come to genovia to REPRESENT THEIR COUNTRY, but you never know. THE SMELL OF RAIN, OLD PARCHMENT, ACRYLIC PAINT, & JOURNALS always remind me of them. ( Honey, 24, est, she/her )
Honey here again! under the cut you can read and find out about my by Matt Montgomery!
Born and raised in Briton, England to a family of four which is made up of himself, his mum, his dad and his younger brother.
Has the title of Lord since it has been passed down in the family name on his mother’s side. Though he’s also made quite the name for himself without it just fine.
As a boy he was frequently taken along with his parent’s to socialite parties, events and gatherings in the hopes of him becoming more interested in becoming someone whom has a position of power. Unfortunately for his parent’s that wasn’t the case.
Although he knows that if he so desired he could easily have a place of power in the English government system he sees it as something he’d rather steer away from. It having taken up the majority of his fathers time when he was growing up and hardly seeing him because of it as well as taking a toll on his mental health didn’t really sell the deal for him.
Instead he focused on his skills and turned his two hobbies into the main focus of his studies. Graduating top of his class at Cambridge University.
He became a huge sensation after writing his first novel and has since written a handful popular novels. He is currently in the middle of writing his fiction series about English spies.
As a result of this you can always count on him to have his small portable laptop with him as well as his latest journal in which he jots down ideas, notes, and plots out the storyline of his latest book.
He is overall very calm and easygoing. Which is horror for his editor and publisher, whom has to be a little more than persistent to get him to meet his deadlines.
His personality results in him being quite approachable to others and his cleverness and friendliness keeps them coming back.
He is closer to his father than his mother and has a deep connection with his brother. But as much as he loves them and his country he dreams of traveling the world, mostly to get more information for future novels.
