Vivienne felt a smirk spread across her lips at the sound of a familiar voice from behind her. “Now now, Oscar, you say that as if I’m not the princess of a country that is just one big tourist spot for the rich and famous.” Refusing to turn her head back to look at her husband to be, unsure of how much emotion would be crossing her face at that just his words. Looking at her hands she felt a wave of guilt pass over her. “I have dreamt of being something else, but I think I wanted the opposite of you. You’re right though, we’re just trapped like animals despite having the world at our finger tips.” Watching as he approached she motioned to the seat next to her. “I won’t bite, not yet anyway.” She teased him with a wink, pushing the window open just a tiny bit wider, still hiding the two of them. “Now, two options, we don’t do anything but sit here and talk, or we take whatever disastrous narrative the media’s writing about us right now and give everyone out there the opportunity to capture a sweet kiss on the cheek after appreciating the air. What do you say?” She finished grinning at him.
Oscar held back a laugh upon hearing her comment, and instead smiled to himself over the matter. There was small ( fabricated ) gasp that passed his lips. “Are you really? If I’d have known then I would’ve worn a better shirt.” He joked as he glanced down to his current attire, wondering if appeared to be too formal in her eyes. The thought instantly passed when he gazes out to the crowds once more. “Guess it’s true when they say money can’t buy you happiness, though just out of curiosity what’s the opposite?” Usually he wouldn’t pry, but the nature of their relationship had led him to be intrigued. “I hope you are not teasing me.” He almost scoffed, placing himself beside her, small smile in place. “Well, either way, the media will come up with some hysterical tale about our encounter; can’t wait to read it actually. Why not have the headlines read something dreamy? Young love always sells even if it isn’t your usual union.”
“Don’t you think they get bored?” Vivienne spoke aloud, from where she sat on the window seat looking out onto the crowds of people in the mall. Not bothering to turn to see who was behind her yet, she hummed messing with the lock of the window over and over again. “I mean it’s just looking at a palace and certainly not even the prettiest of palaces. It’s just taking a picture of a big building, seems like it’s a waste of time, most definitely boring, but I’ve watched and there are families and tour groups who have been outside for at least an hour just looking at it. I’d lose my mind.” Smirking a bit she let the window creak open not even a centimeter, finally looking back at the person she’d been speaking to. “Should I give them a show?”
“I suppose you would only find it boring if luxury was something you had grown used to.” Oscar commented, leaning against the doorway that was close. If he peered ever so slight, he could easily see the masses that she was referring to. “People will always want what they cannot have. Even when they don’t necessarily think that way, it’s an inevitability. Don’t tell me you’ve never dreamt of being something else? Royalty is definitely a luxury, but we are never as free as the common man. Not truly.” Sigh passing his lips as he moved closer to the window, only to be taken back by her sudden turn. “I guess I wouldn’t mind a preview.” He mentioned, offering her a smile.
Oscar managed to grab a bottle of beer without somebody running about for him. Sometimes he hated the fact that he had to request the simplest of things, so when the chance came to acquire it himself, he took it. There seemed to be less independence for him in England than there had been back in Sweden — only making him miss home more. Walking through the common room near his rooms, he settled in a nearby seat before noticing Espen. “Brother,” he addressed fondly, “it feels as if it has been some time since I last saw you, not hiding from me are you?” He spoke jokingly, taking a sip of his drink. // @espenhagebak
Oscar started his day with the newspapers ( a habit he’d learned from their father ) which were still decorated with the joyous news of his younger sister’s union. The Swedish media often liked to drag out any events that surrounded the siblings, and overwhelmingly so when it came to matters of the summit. “Did you know, according to inside sources, I am not keen on the idea of marriage?” He almost chuckled, glancing to his sister across the breakfast table. Whilst not everything was inaccurate, he couldn’t help but laugh at the speculation of others. “Apparently I’m delaying the entire thing for as long as possible.” This time managing a laugh upon quoting the text. // @linneanilsson
“ 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. ”
Oscar found himself zoned out from a conversation with the Swedish ambassador ( who was overly enthusiastic about the prince’s being there ) so when there was a tap on his shoulder, he was quick to excuse himself. “Ginger cat? No, I haven’t seen him pass here, sorry.” He mentioned with a small shrug, then looking back to make sure his previous company was gone. “I can help you look for him, if you would like?” His face lit with a smile when turning back to her.
“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.
“I won’t tell anybody if you don’t.” Oscar commented, grabbing a paper towel from the side. “To be honest, I was going to say we all have days where we spill pasta and sauce, but your point sounds better.” Shrugging before he crouched down to wipe away the mess. He’d realised the mistake might be down to something more than clumsiness, but wasn’t one to comment on the matter, nor was he one to leave mess behind. “Let’s hope it’s just your night, and not your day. It is technically a new day after all.”
can i get a waffle, can i please get a waffle. when you don’t watch enough youtubers, hmu w/ your recs. so, here is my third and final character, oscar ! underneath will be some basic information about him ( and as always ) if you want to plot hmu or give this a like.
- ̗̀✰ •【 MAX IRONS / CISMALE / 27 】announcing the arrival of his royal highness, ( OSCAR NILSSON ), the ( CROWN PRINCE ) of ( SWEDEN ). I’ve heard that he is ( VINDICTIVE ) & ( IMPETUOUS ) but can also be ( DETERMINED ) & ( ARDENT ). ( OSCAR ) is arranged to marry ( VIVIENNE GRIMALDI ). Rumor has it ( HE HAS BEEN MARRIED BEFORE ) .
CHILDHOOD:
being the firstborn of two, oscar was accustomed to being an only child for the first eight/nine years of his life. it was not something that he particularly favoured, but nor did he resent it —everything seemed normal to him. nevertheless, as the heir and the only child of the monarchs, he was expected to undertake his responsibilities at rather a young age. mostly it was accompanying his parents to various duties/events, though when he became old enough, he was sent to many things solo. it was not that his parents were cruel or unkind ( in fact they were very caring and affectionate ) it was that they needed to prepare their son for his future. by the time he was eight, his mother became pregnant and this was something that oscar was very excited about. soon enough, the family became four with the birth of his younger sister, and oscar has been protective and brotherly ever since.
LATER LIFE:
when he reached high school age, the prince was shipped off to boarding school in värmland. during this time, he became somewhat boisterous due to some of his duties being loosened — parties and all that came with them became part of his lifestyle. but, he was often publicised in the media for going on long hikes, ski holidays, touring the country and charity work. not untrue, he did spend a lot of time on those things, though he would always follow them up with other activities. sometimes drugs, sometimes alcohol. it wasn’t until he missed an important meeting one day ( in his junior year ) that oscar found himself having to grow up. after he graduated, he followed in the footstep of his house and took two and half years of education in the royal swedish air force. he eventually rose to the rank of captain, and has recently begun studying in economics.
PERSONALITY:
oscar is incredibly determined when it comes to his position and country. he wants what is best for sweden, and will do anything to make it happened — which is why he has never been opposed to the idea of an arranged marriage. if sweden is succeeding then so is he, and so is his family. to be honest, he is just very passionate about sweden, and his family. one of the things that he is most excited for in life is having children of his own. in the media, and in his own palace, he is known to be compassionate but also stubborn. he knows what he wants and likes to get it; especially when it comes to politics. also very bitter, and holds a grudge.
SECRET:
his first relationship ( with another royal ) started out when he was about seventeen, and during those days when he was less chill. the two were seen as madly in love but young and naive. she sorted him out and influenced him to focus more on his country, less on his bad habits. upon getting his first assignment in the royal air force when he turned twenty, the mission was deemed a danger due to his station. with this knowledge, the two impulsively married as a way to declare their love. it was in secret though the marriage lasted his entire tour, only when he returned home and their parents were informed, did it come to an end.
CONNECTIONS:
best friend — this person would have been somebody he would have relied on quite a lot throughout his life. whether it is mutual or give/take is open for discussion.
boarding school buddies — they were friends during boarding school, and were almost like family due to the nature of the institute. they could still be close, or perhaps haven’t spoken since.
childhood friend — preferably a neighbouring country, but not necessary. his parents were all for making diplomatic allies so even if that meant using their son to stabilise future arrangements, they would.
cousins — parental or maternal, or just family friends that have always been super close so call each other that.
enemy — somebody who he cannot stand, and they cannot stand him. maybe their parents hate each other, or they fell out during their teen years; either way, it’s not pretty when they are in a room together.
friends that are now enemies, or enemies that are now friends — whatever floats your boat.
his first love/ex-wife — they were in love and eloped when they were young ( he was about twenty so keep that in mind ) but they both thought it would be forever. however, their parents quickly got it annulled and stopped them from seeing each other. remaining details to be discussed.
room neighbours — their rooms are next door to each other at the summit
the last person that he dated — totally open to whether this was a publicity stunt or was a deep relationship.
