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princeriley‌:

“Of course.” Novalie was happy in Elvira’s arms and not running down a hallway chasing after something, Riley would do anything to keep her there, especially if the price to pay was one as small as making her a cup of coffee.

Though the other price he had to pay was something much higher and Riley cast his eyes to the ground, looking at his feet as they walked down the hallway towards a sitting room to make coffee. After a moment of silence he lifted his head, presenting Elvira with a smile that spoke ‘What can you do?’ before he did speak.

“I sold my soul to the devil. Or to the highest bidder. I promised my parents that in return for Freya getting to marry Adaline undisturbed and to be happy with her for the rest of her life, I would enter willingly and silently into whatever martial agreement they decided upon for me.”

Elvira’s attention was divided between the two, and in not so much as an even way. They walked and she spent more time looking at Novalie than she did paying attention to Riley. It was just in her nature. Naturally she would always choose the baby over him. She’d done so for so long at this point it was just as things were. Though, she was still listening.

“Wait--you did what?” She stopped walking for a second, her brows knitting together as she felt her heart cast itself away into a cave. “W-well do you know who you’re marrying?” Maybe there was still time, still time to find some way to convince them--or with Freya’s engagement already in place maybe she could drag him off.

#riley004

prncssjuliet‌:

“I know that you’d do anything,” She assured her squeezing her hand in return before resting her head against her sister’s shoulder. “I think that sounds like a wonderful plan. After all we haven’t had a true girls day in the longest time and I’m feeling needy.”

“Then consider me yours for the day.” Elvira promised her little sister. She leads them down a set of stairs before dropping her sister’s hand. “What do you have in mind Ju? Something long and regal or short and spunky?”

#jules002

princeriley‌:

“No…” Novalie grinned, resting her head against Elvira’s shoulder while she grinned at her father. Riley shook his head, pushing his hair off of his face before he nodded towards the general direction of the kitchen.

“I’m going to go and get some coffee. Did you want to join me El?” He couldn’t help himself, Riley had convinced himself that if he kept acting like everything was normal then it would be. They could pretend like they’d never slept together and he wouldn’t lose his best friend. But the more he spent time around Elvira, the more he was certain that things had changed. There was something between them now that wasn’t there before.

He needed to talk to Freya about it.

“Did you hear the news? My sister is engaged to the love of her life by some miraculous intervention on my behalf.”

“Nej, självklart inte.” Elvira spoke with ease. Years of practice to communicate with her princely counterpart left her with many phrases under her belt. She bounced the little princess as Riley spoke, her eyes leaving the blonde in lieu of looking towards the prince.

“Always, if you promise to make me a cup since my hands seem to be otherwise occupied.” She wouldn’t be putting the girl down in the near future, not even for a cup of coffee. It was just too long since she had felt this secure. It made her remember why she was fighting so hard to keep herself alive. This little girl.

“Oh? Finally. I was always rooting for those two to end up together.” Elvira grinned at Riley. “How did you get your parents to agree?”

#riley004

xfregality‌:

“What? this dress would look stunning on you! with your hair pulled back and the right kind of jewelry i’d think you were a Queen.” The suggestion was coming from a good place but it was clear that the other princess had no desire to play dress up. Eliza was running out of viable options. With her arms folded, she waited for the woman to pull out something acceptable. “That’s adorable. Really? You’re kidding right?”

Elvira just couldn’t stand living to anyone’s expectations. Even less so did she enjoy playing dress up at her expense. “Well, if you tell me where you’re taking me maybe I’ll entertain the idea of a dress.” She wouldn’t wear it just to have a drink, and she wouldn’t even think about it if they were just going to roam the castle.

#eliza001

prncssjuliet‌:

“I was thinking that we could go shopping for something new mostly so I can take more time with you,” She admitted reaching for her sister’s hand, “I’ve missed time with you. And having your opinion on a dress is just what I need. I don’t trust anyone else’s opinions after all.”

“For you, I would do anything.” Elvira laced her fingers with her sisters, giving a squeeze and then dragging her along. “I’ve missed you too, Jules.” El bumps her hip against the younger Spanish Princess. “I hear there are some cute shops in town. We could go for lunch after. Chat about how Athens has been.”

#jules002

prncssjuliet‌:

“I never said that you had to wear a dress I just asked if you would help me pick one out,” Juliet reminded her sister as she looked at the options El was holding up. “Those would look cute on you though. But I need a good first impression dress and I’m struggling with what I should wear. I want something breath taking but also I want it to be classy. And I don’t trust anyone’s opinion more than yours.”

“Then--perfect.” Elvira quips and throws on the two shirts. “Did you want to borrow a dress from my closet, or should we go scope the city?” Admittedly Elvira hadn’t been off the castle grounds since her arrival--other than her horseback ride with Riley. “Plus I could use some sister time.”

#jules002

princeriley‌:

“She just had a nap, so she’s just bursting with energy.” Riley explained, watching as Novalie threw her arms around Elvira and started chatting to the woman in Swedish. Language was never something that was difficult with Elvira, she knew enough of his language that when Novalie held a conversation, she could understand what the little girl was saying.

It made it easier on Riley since he didn’t have to translate everything each person in the conversation was saying.

“I, on the other hand, was only halfway through mine. So I’m still waking up.”

Elvira whispers responses to the girl, mostly in the Swedish she had learned over the years, but with a mix of few English words thrown in where needed. With Novalie resting on her hip El closes the distance between herself and Riley, bouncing his daughter on her hip. “Have you been keeping your poor daddy from sleeping?”

She coos, nuzzling in on the little Princess and giggling as she does so. This is her happy place, decidedly, with the little girl wrapped around her.

#riley004

“Nothing you say will convince me that I should wear a dress.” Elvira stated firmly, jumping around as she pulled on her jeans. “Dresses are for formal occasions so unless you’re taking me to meet a Queen I don’t intend to leave my jeans behind.” With jeans on she started rummaging around for one of her shirts, holding up a band tee and a flannel top as if she were internally debating if they would go well together.

#athenopen #athentask001

crwnprncssfrya‌:

Freya found it difficult to fully feel like she could adopt her siblings’ friends into what she deemed her family however Elvira had been a different story from the first day she met her. She had always hoped that one day Riley would get it together and sneak away with the Spanish princess and come back married however it seemed as if he was set on stressing her out about it. She was close to just adopting Elvira officially even if she wasn’t her official sister in law.

Freya didn’t hesitate as she followed her into the bed before curling up beside her with her head propped up on her shoulder. “I mean what do we expect from all of our parents though,” She pointed out more shocked that they were just now putting together a plan to make them all suffer like this. “But I doubt that is the real reason why you are here. What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours, my dear?”

As soon as the head touches her shoulder Elvira reaches over to drape her arm across Freya’s lap. “I’ve honestly expected them to entirely forget my presence as usual, but it would seem for once they’ve remembered that they have children other than the eldest and the youngest.” Elvira wasn’t the closest with her family by any means, just Juliet--always Juliet. So when she too was shipped off it was a wonder she was remembered at all. Maybe that was why she clinged so tightly to Riley’s family, people who really showed love for one another.

“Oh--I...” She’d built herself up all morning for this conversation, for admitting her feelings in words to someone who would listen, but now that she was here words failed her. “I need advice.” Maybe if she could reroute it around his name she could still get the help she needed, maybe Freya wouldn’t notice. “I’m obviously at some point going to be married off to someone, but my heart is elsewhere. I don’t know what to do because I don’t think the person realizes how much I love them.”

#freya001

"A true best friend loves you even when it looks like you've gone off the deep end." Thank you for following me into the deep end and dragging me out again. Happy Valentine's Day - Riley

“I’m the one who should be thanking you, Nerd.”

#Anonymous

crwnprncssfrya‌:

Freya didn’t hold back as she reached out and wrapped her arms around the Spanish princess as tightly as she could manage. She had missed Elvira more than she could quite put into words. She may have been Riley’s best friend, but since Freya was in love with her own best friend she had also staked a claim in that she was now her best friend too.

“Well come in it’s much easier to catch up in the comfort of my room than in the hall way. I can put in an order for some coffee to be sent up. I know I need to be caught up on your life as well, El. A lot seems to be happening around us,” she pointed out wanting to know everything that was going on in her life.

It was so comfortable being in the arms of the other. If she could have adopted the woman into her own family (as big as it already was) she certainly would have. She needed the older woman in her life, looked up to her, and followed her like she was already a queen that influenced her every choice. Somehow she just knew that even if she had never met Riley she still would have somehow found her way to Freya.

Reluctantly she pulled out of the comforting grasp and nodded. It finally hit her why she had come to seek out the princess in the first place. She needed advice, female advice, and Freya was the only person who might understand what she was going through. Elvira moved around her, taking no wait before she found herself jumping onto the bed to sit. “Too much if you ask me. It seems every time I breathe someone else is being brought here or married away.”

#freya001

princeriley

Things had been awkward between Riley and Elvira for what felt like far too long now, but he didn’t know how to possibly fix it. To fix it would mean that he needed to know what the problem was in the first place, which he didn’t. All Riley knew was that suddenly things were weird and he didn’t know how to even begin to fix it.

His mind was caught up in these thoughts as he strolled around the castle with Novalie, his eyes on her a few steps ahead of him as she happily waved to anyone and everyone that passed by. Moments later, she broke into a run.

He would have been concerned had he not seen who she was running towards.

“Ellie! Ellie!” The little girl laughed as she raced towards Elvira, Riley following at a leisurely pace, his hands in his pockets.

“Slow down Dot. You’ll trip.”

@princesaelvira

princesaelvira

Elvira had been avoiding Riley since their little moment on the wall, and now that she was settling in she was finding herself with even less to do around the castle. By the time she had finally left her bed it was mid afternoon and she wasn’t expecting many people to be walking around the castle. Unfortunately she couldn’t get so lucky.

The little voice rang out, alerting her from a message she’d been reading over on her phone. Almost immediately the phone went into her pocket and she was near kneeling on the ground, unafraid of getting her jeans dirty because her favorite girl in the world was racing towards her.

“Hola Princesa.” Elvira coos, arms meeting the familiar feeling of having Novalie wrapped in them. But, where the little girl was Riley was hardly far behind. “I see she’s becoming more rowdy.” She greets, though it is less of a greeting as her feet stop her in front of him.

#riley004 #//if you think for one second she's ever letting go of this baby you are wrong

crwnprncssfrya‌:

Freya had always adored Elvira. Out of anyone that Riley could end up with she was exactly what she wanted for her twin. She was one that didn’t take his shit and kept him in line, and perhaps more selfishly she didn’t feel like she was losing her other half to El. She knew that El understood their bond and wouldn’t dare come between them, but that didn’t mean Riley was exactly making the smartest life choices when it came to the Spanish princess.

Of course she knew that her bond with the princess only came from their mutual love of Riley, but that didn’t make the sting go away when she knew that her friend was avoiding her. Still she couldn’t allow for it to get to her when she had to take care of Athena as she paced the floors in the rooms she now shared with Mathaios trying to keep the infant entertained.

She didn’t hesitate though to open the door for her. “Riley isn’t here, dear.”

The second the door opened Elvira threw her arms around the other twin, pulling them together like thread between fabric. “I’m not looking for him.” It was then that El saw the child and a wide grin splayed across her otherwise worried and distraught face. “Hola, pequeño.” She cooed with ease, much too accustomed to seeing children after spending so much time around Riley and Novalie.

“I came to see you. How have you been?” She knew the child couldn’t have been Freya’s, not by birth anyhow. Mostly because it had only been a short while since she’d seen the other woman and there was no way she would have missed the baby bump stages.

#freya001

princeriley‌:

“God, don’t remind me.” Riley suddenly laughed aloud, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Do you remember how blonde I used to be? I looked like a rejected lifesaver. If I’m grateful for one part of getting old, it’s that my hair went darker. I was hoping for a minute there that it would mean Freya and I looked less alike, but apparently not.” Lost in his memories of yesterday, Riley didn’t catch what Elvira whispered. He wanted to ask her what she’d meant, but he was also afraid, surely he’d heard the word ‘regret’?

As they approached the stables, a concerned look fell over his face and suddenly he grabbed her wrist, pausing her in her steps, looking down at her with a frown.

“I don’t want to get any more involved in this than you want me to be. Obviously. But are you okay to ride?”

“You mean you didn’t like the blonde?” Truthfully she hadn’t been much of a fan herself, it washed him out and made him look ridiculous. Something she’d never say to his face. “I’d give anything to look like Freya.” It was meant to be a joke, but even as she said it the words dug into her a little.

Elvira stopped at the hold on her wrist, turning to face him. Her brows knitting together confused at his expression. Her face did soften when he finally asked and her instinct was just to nod. “I can ride if it’s not for too long--and you can be as involved as you want to be.”

#riley003

@crwnprncssfrya

Elvira was absolutely going nuts being left inside her own head all the time, so when she finally shook off the fear and guilt she made a quick trip to find her other favorite Bernadotte. Freya just had this way of understanding everything and she had to figure she would be the best person to go to right now.

Unfortunately, when Elvira reached her door she began to second guess herself. She knew it had been too long since she had seen the woman and that she should have made a better effort to keep in contact, but when she wasn’t talking to Riley--well, speaking with his twin sister didn’t seem the proper answer either.

“Freya? It’s El.”

#freya001

princeriley‌:

“It’s been too long since we’ve ridden.” And now they were making small talk.

He felt at a crossroads.

On one hand, he didn’t regret sleeping with her, a small, selfish part of Riley even believed that maybe sleeping with her was what she needed to push her down the road to recovery, though maybe he thought too highly of himself. But another part wished he’d never done it. Whatever pleasure came from sex and kissing wasn’t worth destroying his friendship.

El meant more to him than that.

“This is awkward.” He laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “I feel like I’m fifteen again.”

“It’s been a while, yeah. I haven’t ridden alone since, either.”

This was uncomfortable, and if it continued this way she might ride off into the sunset alone. For a while she was too frail to ride, and then when she went to the doctor’s she was too busy and was prescribed no physical activity. She wondered if riding would be okay, but anything would be better than awkward walking with someone you were in love with and not being able to say anything about it.

“Awkward? Babe, we went through the awkward phase together.” She laughed, but she felt the same way--stuck at a crossroads with so many options she was beginning to feel overwhelmed.

“I don’t regret it.”

#riley003

princeriley‌:

Riley was the type of person who touched people. He always hugged his sisters, patted his brother on the back, and spent more time holding Novalie than she spent on the ground. He could always find ways to touch people to show love and affection, it was who he was.

But now apparently Elvira didn’t want any of that. And his mind fell to their night together a few weeks ago.

He felt more hurt than guilty.

“I hear there’s a stable here. We can borrow some horses.” Maybe if he were on a horse six feet away from her it would take his mind off of wanting to touch her again. But he couldn’t understand why.

It was just Elvira.

So when did she start becoming more?

“Horses, that could be nice.” The distance would be good right? It would keep her from wanting to touch him, kiss him again. Once would have to be enough. Because any more than that and she would be stuck on him.

It would only make their inevitable fates harder to handle. Or hers at the very least.

Elvira’s feet made the first move towards the stables. She had to be the supportive friend, or she had to leave. Those were the only logical options yet both left her yearning for something more. Riley was more, he’d become more since the last few weeks.

She wanted more.

#riley003

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