princess rhiannon o'connor of ireland. 25. 'cause you know the truth hurts, but secrets kill. can't help thinkin' that i love it still. still here, there must be something real. you know the good die young, and so did this... so it must be better than i think it is.
lachlan: yes, i’d do anything for you.
lachlan: …sure
lachlan: what’s happened?
rhiannon: uh, so i may or may not have broken a vase on accident
rhiannon: will you be my alibi???
rhiannon: just in case it’s like historic or sacred something
koenraad almost wished he could say that nothing that escaped the princess’ lips was going to make it’s way into his system; in anyway affect him, but that simply wasn’t the case. still, he could try his best to disguise his feelings on the matter. he’d much prefer her to be convinced he’s soulless, than know the full extent of the sensitive soul that he had. “oh, you mean the rumours about me having sex with people?” he’ll ask, cocking a brow in her direction. “you really think that’s a big problem? there’s people out there making much poorer decisions than i have.” he’ll add on callously, cocking his head to the side. “though i’m sure you’re not one of them. isn’t that right, o’connor?”
rhiannon figured she shouldn’t have been so surprised by the man’s attitudes towards the subjects, but for some reason she just wasn’t. letting out a sigh, her eyes scanned koenraad up and down. “ maybe so, especially if it causes an international crisis or rivalry. next time, think with your brain, not your dick, ” she retorted. rhiannon crossed her legs, turning towards the dutch prince — her body language as icy cold as she could possibly manage. “ is that an insult, koenraad ?? because if i were you, i’d choose to tread very lightly. you don’t need another blow to that pretty face of yours.... now, do you ?? ”
Monika gasped as she heard the woman’s words, knowing how awful it must be to not have her sweet cat, since when she first arrived her precious Käsknöpfle got lost as well. “Oh no I don’t think I have seen him but I will look! He sounds similar to my cat, Kas. But mine is a little munchkin kitty.”
a huff of frustration escaped rhiannon’s mouth, shaking her head in disbelief. no matter what she did, she never could seem to get paddy under control. “ ugh, he’s a sneaky little thing, i swear. he always seems to manage to get away from me, but he’s a great cat otherwise, ” she ranted. “ is kas also a mastermind of escaping right under your nose, as well ?? ” rhiannon questioned with a light laugh.
their relationship, no matter how brief, had been rocky to say the least. there were not many people who could say they were able to fire up frustration in the oldest dutch prince’s frame, but she certainly had done. it was alarming, how the mere glimpse of her was enough to set him back several steps. “i don’t think anybody can truly be blessed by you, satan’s children aren’t really known for that, usually.” he’ll remind her, his arms crossing against his frame; shielding himself from her. “what’s that supposed to mean?” he’ll ask the question he deems unnecessary. despite not knowing the full extent of her bitter remark, he was sure it was intention was to get under his skin. he’s sure she’s heard all about him and his little escapades since the summit had first occurred.
rhiannon grits her teeth, exhaling heavily. her arms cross, and she has to stifle the desire to roll her eyes, an action which her mother always told her was “unprofessional”. “ ah, satan’s child, i see... well, if that’s the case, you’ve yet to see the worst of my capabilities, nassau, ” she replies, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. her eyes zone in on korey, as if they’re shooting daggers. “ i think you know what i mean, ” rhiannon answers bitterly. “ but, in the case that you’ve lost more brain cells since the last time i was so unfortunate to breathe the same air as you, i’ll happily spell it out for you. ”
“ goddammit, ” rhiannon said with a huff. she had been looking for her feline friend who’d escaped for half an hour. surely, he couldn’t have gone too far; he’d just been with her. as she wandered down the hallway, she stopped the first person she found. tapping their shoulder, rhiannon began to speak. “ you, uh, haven’t happened to see a cat around here anywhere ?? he’s orange, a little chubby... responds to the name paddy. ”
“I don’t know if it’s because I missed breakfast this morning and I’m starving, or what. But these are the best crisps I’ve had in years. You want one?”
“ everyone knows you can’t miss breakfast !! isn’t it called the most important meal of the day for a reason ?? ” rhiannon teased. “ maybe... what flavor are they ?? ”
“i don’t know about you but after my trip back home I feel good. really good. like i feel like i can do anything now.” he said babbling onto whoever was listening to him. he made amends to people that he has been holding onto for so long and it felt like it was a clean slate for him. like he could finally start over and do something else for himself. “but other than that, how have you been? i feel like i haven’t seen you in ages! we need to catch up.”
it was too early in the day for rhiannon’s liking, in all honesty. though it was the middle of the afternoon, she’d just risen from bed and had to drink her morning tea. needless to say the overly exuberant boy who was talking to her was not exactly helping her. “ kennedy. i’m glad you’ve experienced a rejuvenation of the soul of sorts... but i, however, am barely alive right now, ” rhiannon spoke firmly.
“can we just, pretend you didn’t see that?” ying looked down to the food she’d dropped all over the floor. “i promise i’m usually not so clumsy. it’s just –” she paused, shaking her head, looking down at the mess of garlic bread and fettuccine alfredo aka her favorite drunk tipsy foods, “we all have our days, y’know? today is my day. or, today is my night, really… being three in the morning and all.” be it guilt or anxiety, she couldn’t help but indulge in what made her happiest in this late hour: drinking and eating.
“ see what ?? ” rhiannon played along, smile on her lips. she wasn’t always the most graceful person in the world, so she understood where she was coming from. “ but really, i just wish you would’ve shared some with me. fettucine alfredo is perfection, ” rhiannon said with a light laugh.
koenraad didn’t like having enemies. whilst this summit was seemingly proving otherwise, the fact remained to be one. however, he could make a few exceptions to his rule. his former girlfriend being one of them. he knew he’d eventually have to come into contact with her. choosing to date royals was a mistake on koenraad’s part when taking what was expected of them into account. whether he still cared about them, or not. the prince had always been the wishful thinker, the hopeless romantic. it hadn’t done him so well, so far, it seemed. he’d wasted his time and he always disliked that; loathed it, even. “i was wondering when i’d be cursed with seeing your face again, o’connor.” he’ll murmur then, forcing a somewhat tight lipped smile onto his features. “i thought i’d be able to deal without it until we both ultimately ended up in hell, unfortunately, i’m not so lucky. how’ve you been?” / @ofoconnor
of all the things in the world, the last thing rhiannon wanted to see koenraad. she had managed to stay away from buckingham for a good while, just solely to avoid him. every time she saw his face on a newspaper or article online or just even thought about him, all she could see were flames engulfing the land. she was, however, quite well at hiding it. as the blonde man approached her, she seemed unphased, despite her heart hammering against her chest. “ koenraad, ” she spoke coldly. “ cursed ?? i think you meant to say blessed with my presence, but i’ll let it slide... for now. ” her eyes drifted off, settling on the carpet. “ hm, i’m doing rather well. better than you, it seems, ” rhiannon replied, pursing her lips.
- ̗̀✰ •【 MADELAINE PETSCH / CISFEMALE / 25 】announcing the arrival of her royal highness, ( RHIANNON O'CONNOR ), the ( PRINCESS ) of ( IRELAND ). I’ve heard that she is ( VAINGLORIOUS ) & ( DOMINEERING ) but can also be ( PHLEGMATIC ) & ( UNWAVERING ). ( RHIANNON ) is arranged to marry ( ALBERTO ROSENDE ). Rumor has it ( SHE STARTED A FIRE THAT WAS BLAMED ON A COMMONER ). We hope you enjoy your stay at London
hi, hello!! here to introduce you all to my newest lil muffin rhinannon, whomst i may or may not have named after my favorite fleetwood mac song... anyways!! give this post a lil like, and i’ll come message you for plots!!
from a very young age, rhiannon had shown she was a extremely intelligent. she’s fluent in four languages (english, gaelic, french, and spanish!!) and definitely has a knack for world politics.
while she’s very sure of her abilities, that sometimes can get the best of her, and she gets herself in too deep, thinking she can confidently do something she can’t.
growing up, her parents were super strict, but she honestly didn’t mind that much because it shaped her to be the woman she is today, or at least that’s how she sees it.
she is fiercely loyal to her family, friends, and her country. she’d defend them until her last breath tbh.
rhiannon is really big on dancing and reading, those are her two favorite things in the world. she’s really into learning about issues and history and stuff like that!!
onto her secret, after she broke up with her ex-boyfriend ( @crownproud ), she decided to burn some of his things in a nearby field, the fire got too big, and it started spreading so she fled the scene. she told her parents, and they covered it up for her, pinning it on a homeless man who was close to the scene. :(
that’s all i have rn, but just like this n we can plot!! i’ll try to get a wc page up tonight!!