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If there was one thing that confused Callie, it was the why of the schools combination of royal subjects like politics, royal histories and etiquette with random things that might as well of came out of the typical high school. For example, cooking class. On one hand, they were told the proper mannerisms and jobs to be expected of a royal servant and on the other they were being taught things like cooking. Maybe it wasn’t the end of the world, to know how to do these things for herself. But she still thought it strange that she was being taught life skills when the entire royal lifestyle essentially eliminated the need for such skills.

But she went anyway, because she knew the needle was waiting for her back at the asylum, just ready to pump her veins full of poison so she couldn’t think or breathe right anymore. She went along with everything. Today it was cooking class. She was paired off with someone and told to cook the main course of a meal and have the other person taste test and fill out a sheet. She wasn’t sure what they were expecting from her. But she went ahead anyway and cooked the main course of a meal. It was some sort of mac and cheese concoction. She couldn’t exactly cook well. “Alright, it’s not poisoned, I swear.”

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Valentina felt like these classes were a joke. Sure, they couldn’t have been much worse. But cooking class, seriously? She wasn’t afraid to admit that she constantly had a butler or cook within reach. It wasn’t always like that though, things had been different for her at one point. Today’s lesson involved some kind of taste test which the girl found incredibly amusing. She couldn’t pass up the opportunity to judge another royal on their skills in the kitchen, she was Hispanic after all. The food she was used to would burst with flavor and spices.

The brunette girl sat in the stool which faced the counter in their little mini kitchen set up. Elbows resting on the marble counter tops as her chin sat in the palm of her hand. She was having far too much fun watching her red headed partner fumble around with the pasta dish. It could have been worse though, the girl wasn’t all that bad. As the princess spoke, Val arched a sharp brow in alarm. “Yeah, no. Definitely not putting that in my mouth until you try it first.” She announced, a playful grin sitting on her red painted lips as she crossed her arms over each other. “Go ahead, taste it.”

nixonmorales

How long have you been bleeding?

Valentina x Nixon

@princessvalperez

Despite the fact that Nixon pretty much managed to readjust his sleeping pattern to be somewhat more normal he still had days where the nights seemed to haunt him and he couldn’t sleep. At first Nixon started twisting and turning in hope to find himself a comfortable enough position that will make him fall asleep easier but after several failed attempts he decided to grab the hoodie that had the logo of the college he went to back home displayed on it and pulled on his black sweatpants. Rubbing his eyes he opened the door of his dorm and decided to go for a walk into the garden. Taking a step outside he looked up at the sky it was super clear and every single star was currently on display. Despite the fact Nixon has been at the estate for a while now he missed the comforts of his own house. Unlike a lot of royals here Nixon actually had loving parents a loving mother that would do anything for him well until the moment she actually got killed. He missed home, he missed his friends for some reason the male struggled to settle into the building. Sitting himself down on the bench he pulled his mobile phone out of his pocket and started going through the pictures that were in his gallery. It wasn’t until he heard some noise coming from a distance which caused him to get up and immediately go in its direction. That was when he spotted an unfamiliar brunette. “Oh my , are you okay? how long have you been bleeding?”

princessvalperez

Valentina hadn’t quite adjusted to life on the Estate. To be completely honest, she was still a bit new here. However, she felt like everyone already had their own pace— a groove set and a schedule they followed. She was kinda just there, lost. The brunette would never show it though, she kept a good poker face and pretended like she wasn’t completely clueless. After a day of dull lessons she had a sizable amount of free time. The garden naturally pulled her in. The flowers and greenery reminded her of the one she had back home. So, Valentina found herself getting lost in the garden, literally. She was actually lost, how did that happen? She didn’t quite care though, instead, she just went with the flow and explored. First was the greenhouse, it was well kept and teaming with vivid green life. The roses tended to be her favorite. They put a little smirk on her face, roses always grew the best and were the most resilient. Next, she strolled through the maze like bushes. There was a small fountain in the middle of the garden which is where she intended on heading. Somehow, the Latin girl lost her balance and tumbled forward. The impact of landing upon the pavement was quite hard. With a moan, Valentina forced herself up, her thin fingers instantly flying to her nose and lip, which were covered in a vivid red liquid. “Fuck...” she whispered, glancing up as a rather tall male approached. “Um, I just fell. I don’t even know how though.” She murmured, Spanish accent strong as she shook her head in annoyance.

Valentina Perez’s Bio

Character quote: ❝I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck.❞

✗ — Name: Valentina Perez

✗ — Age: 19

✗ — Kingdom: Peru

✗ — Sexuality: Bisexual

— Personality; : Valentina was once a kind, easy going young girl. She was known around Peru for being the gentle youngest daughter to the ruling family. To her parents, she was “the golden child”. But, after meeting her high school sweetheart, the outgoing girl completely changed. Now, she’s sarcastic, snarky and oftentimes hot blooded. Money and power tend to drive her but, she’s not shallow. The girl has many interests in life and hates the typical princess stereotype, despite the high maintenance she’s used to. Instead, Val would rather make her own money and forge a name for herself rather than the prestigious Perez name she’s stuck with. However, she knows when to use her royal status to her advantage. She’s selfish and concerned with only her own affairs. But, Val would also devote her entire life to the very limited amount of people she loves. She loves deeply and hates even deeper. Passion and intensity tend to be part of her everyday persona. It is often hard for the girl to control or speak on how she feels. Due to years of trauma her emotions tend to be extreme. She’s either at a calm 0 or a full blown rage fueled 100. Val is incredibly flirtatious and often times direct with what she wants. Val is also incredibly confident, something she worked years to build back up after her ex broke her down. Being the youngest out of five means she’s used to being spoiled. She gets her way and will go to extremes to do so. She’s incredibly sly and sneaky, which gets her in and out of situations she often finds herself in. Being a master manipulator means Val is a slick talker. The Peruvian girl is also very codependent and tends to gravitate towards toxicity.

— Biography (at least two hundred words); Valentina’s childhood was good, it was better than good. She was loved and provided for, the two vital aspects to development. Growing up she had five older siblings to play with and protect her. The Perez children were isolated early on in life, spending all their time in the palace. But, they had each other and it made their relationships strong. The children always got what they wanted and were gracious and humble about it. Val never felt lonely as a child but, she craved something more than what was just handed to her. Val wanted to be challenged and her tutors could clearly see that. So, at seven years old, they enrolled Val and her fraternal twin brother into private school together. Val and her brother were the closest of the siblings. They were and still are incredibly co dependent and often influence each other negatively. Val enjoyed school and got high scores, something that came easily. At the age of 15 her life was changed when Valentina met Santiago. A friend convinced the impressionable girl to sneak into a university party and it was there that she stumbled upon the infamous male. Santiago or his street name, saint, was six years older and did everything from hits to trading illegal goods.He was mainly known for being part of one of the biggest drug rings in Peru. He instantly was captivated by the princess and wanted her to belong to him. Being naive and young meant Val was swayed by his manipulative words and grand gifts. It was her first experience with love and she was falling hard. Soon, Saint began to change from a smooth talker to rough and aggressive. It started with the occasional harsh insult but then moved to hitting, choking and pretty much anything else he could do to force the young girl into submission. Her family began to notice and pleaded Val to stay away but, there was only so much they could do. The power saint held and his connections were enough to ruin the royal family. Her parents managed to talk some sense into the girl after a few months and she left. But, Saint threatened to expose the King’s secret mistresses. Rather than fight, the king begged for forgiveness and advised Val to stick through it. Everyone was too afraid to help her, including the cops, so she essentially became a prisoner. Val moved in with Saint on her 17th birthday and resumed private lessons inside of his home, much to the dismay of her twin. He isolated and turned everyone away from the princess. The abuse began to escalate and one night he gave her a concussion. The injury was bad enough that Val spent a few days in the hospital. It was enough to set off a fire inside of her, anger the passive girl. She went back but, she began to fight back. Their fights would be intense and almost always physical but then Saint would apologize, patch Val up and do something incredibly charming and generous for her. The cycle was toxic and it all came to an end right after she turned 18. Val often ran drugs for Saint, dealing with the country’s biggest dealers. She would also prepare and package drugs, working with other young girls who “belonged” to the other men in the ring. One night while she was asleep an older man entered her room with Saint. Her boyfriend explained that the male was a powerful DEA agent and had the ability to shut down the entire operation. But, he would burn any evidence and help secretive man avoid the police for a price. This was the case with most government officials in the city, they were corrupt and often turned a blind eye. So, Saint paid him off and let the man rape the underage Val while he watched. It was degrading and humiliating. Something in her head switched during the act and with a gun Saint taught her to use, she murdered the man. Then, she ran and never looked back. After reuniting with her family Val was sent to the Estate to get herself ready to rule and keep her safe.

✗ Secret; Val murdered a government official.

#royalpainsroleplay

Valentina x Luca

Camping was Dull, there was no way around it. Taking a group of the most entitled unprepared people in the middle of the woods and expecting them to thrive was such a joke. It made Valentina literally laugh out loud. She knew this was some kind of test, why would the Estate willingly take them on a trip of pleasure to the woods. She was fine, prepared even. Years of forced preparation for almost any situation left the Latin woman ready for most situations. Her past circumstances meant she knew how to carry her own. Long raven colored locks sat on her shoulders as the girl perched herself on a nearby log, eyes low in boredom as she tended to the fire, her “official job”. The young girl couldn’t help but to feel annoyance at how long this trip had begun to feel. If she heard one more entitled princess complain about ruining their shoes she was going to completely lose her shit. Val was used to the finer things and she was well put together. But, she knew what was worth complaining about and what wasn’t. She was spoiled and entitled but, she picked her battles. As she continued to poke at the fire with her stick, the sound of someone crunching leaves on their way over caught her attention but didn’t get her to lift her head or look. “The marshmallows are over there...” the murmured lowly, gesturing to the ingredients for s’mores. She was in charge of s’more night, each royal had a job to do while here and her’s was so ridiculous and minuscule that it pissed her off.

@thelucagrimaldi

Valentina x Cayden

Camping. The young princess couldn’t think of anything more dull and unnecessary. She often went camping as a child back in the mountains of Peru. As a kid, Valentina was showered with love and attention. Her parents were very hands on, unlike most royals. But, this was because of the little political game Peru played. The royal family were simply pawns in a very dangerous game with the drug lords that actually ran the beautiful country. It was quite sad the more the girl thought about it. But, with free time the Perez family often went camping. On top of that in her later teenage years Valentina was taught a shitload of survival skills from a name that shouldn’t be said. So, she knew more than she let on. It was early morning, like 6 am. Val had spent so many years being up at this time. She was an early riser not by choice. It was a habit she couldn’t break. So, here she was, one of the only royals awake this early in the morning. There was an uninterrupted silence in the woods this early. The sound of birds cooing and chirping was all she could hear apart from the gentle babbling of the nearby body of water. The woman decided she needed a shower, it was necessary despite being camping. So, she set off towards the little waterfall at the end of their camping site. With no one awake she bathed in the cool waters, eyes closed and lips curved up slightly in pleasure from how cold the water felt against her warm skin. As she finished up the girl wrapped her slender frame in a towel, wet black locks sticking to her shoulders. As she went to grab her clothes she had left they somehow fell down into the water and away with the flow of the stream, Valentina’s lips curving into a little o of shock as she watched her outfit float away. “Shit—“

@impolsiveroyal

safiamartinez

Passion For Fashion - Safia x Valentina.

As if being at the estate wasn’t bad enough for the princess, Safia was forced to be in the same confinement’s as the person who tried to have her killed. It was awkward and daunting knowing that any second she could cross paths with her sister. She told her parents that this was a bad idea but she was still battling with her demons, struggling to cope with what had happened and for that she knew her parents were right when they said she needed help. When she was home, she just avoided her problems like they didn’t matter and then she’d wake up in a cool or her own sweat. It was terrible really but being at the estate hadn’t been much better. What she needed was a distraction. There was bound to be something to take her mind off it and suddenly she had a great idea, it just requires another person.

People were scurrying around, heading off into different locations to find something that would keep them entertained. It was a warm day, spring had arrived and Easter was around the corner but one thing Safia was really looking forward to was getting out of the estate for a little while. It didn’t matter how long but she wouldn’t go alone. Honestly, she didn’t know the way to town, she didn’t have a pass and she’d easily get lost without finding someone to come with her. Looking her around, the princess allowed her blue orbs to linger on an unfamiliar Latin woman sitting on the sofa with her phone in hand, a bored look plastered on here face showing Saf that she wasn’t the only one that needed an escape. Realising she had nothing to lose, the Puerto Rican made her way over to the girl with a small smile on her face. “Hey, I’m Saf.” She introduced. Sometimes she could come across as a bitch but that was only if someone gave her reason to, she didn’t know this girl yet so she had no bone to pick with her. “I was going to head to town to show my problems away and was wondering if you’d like to come with me?” Safia loved fashion, the outfit she had on was enough to prove that but she was sure this girl wouldn’t be impressed by that and probably though her invitation odd. “I know, super weird... you don’t know me but I promise I’ll buy you dinner or something as a thanks. I just don’t know my way around.” The princess concluded, a look of hope in her eyes as she smiled softly.

@princessvalperez

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Valentina was fairly new to the estate. Not new enough to be clueless though. She had adjusted and gotten used to life here, it wasn’t so difficult. Apart from the loss of freedom, it was easy to live and coexist amongst her housemates. The occasional entitled princess or cocky prince would annoy her but most of all things were fine. Val couldnt stand being a princess sometimes. She had no care for ruling, the girl had been through far too much to even consider sitting on a throne and being a political pawn that was there just for show. In her county, it wasn’t the royals that really ruled. It was the ridiculous mafia leaders that ran the beautiful cities. Val was sent here to get away from that, after it was already too late.

With a rough sigh, Valentina rolled her eyes. She couldn’t stand whatever bitchy princess was droning on and on about their diet restrictions. The slender Latin girl strolled up to the cough, plopping herself down as she scrolled through mindless videos as a sort of escape from this dreadful place. The familiar sound of a girl’s voice caught the princesses attention. Her big brown orbs flickering up as she cocked her head to the side slightly in amusement. “Mmm—“ she began? Nipping at her bottom lip in thought before she nodded once, a jerky movement which cascaded long dark locks down her shoulders. What else would she possibly do? “Sure, I need a new dress anyways.” Valentina added matter of factly, slipping her feet into white nike Air Force once’s as she motioned for the girl to follow her. “I swear I know you from somewhere..” Valentina began.

elise-dawson

Elise x Val - “Would I ever lie to you?”

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Before coming to the estate Elise was prepped on some things that she should anticipate. How chaotic they could be and how Elise should be considerate to them. Because she didn’t know what they had been through and what it was that brought them there. Elise didn’t even spend a full day with that mind set before shutting it down completely. The last thing she was going to do was allow some ratchet outcast royals with with problem control her life.

One of her classes was boring her a little too much. She’d already done all of these subjects, the last thing she needed was to continue to sit through them all over again. Using the excuse of needing to use the bathroom was able to get her out of the classroom. The blonde went to grab her bag, the teacher stopping her before she could even take two steps from her desk with it. “The last time I checked, ‘sir’,” she made sure to use air quotations when she said sir. “Women have different toilet problems. So if you don’t let me take my bag then those problems will make your classroom look like a murder scene.” Arms folded expectantly over her chest awaiting for some kind of reaction. “Would I ever lie to you?” It was clear that she’d stumped the teacher, tapping her palm on his cheek she made her way out the door.

princessvalperez

Val was completely and utterly bored. Her mind wandering as she sat there at her desk and let her deep brown orbs linger on the window. The classes they were forced to take were such a bore. She never paid attention, why would she? School back in Peru was a breeze for the girl. Things came easy for her but unlike most royals, she actually tried and worked hard for those things. She wasn’t just passed or handed things. This class though, was painfully boring. She often found herself dozing off to sleep, it was ridiculous. While Valentina was one of the newer royals she had gotten used to and adjusted to the ways of the estate quite effortlessly. The sound of a girl standing up and complaining caught her attention. It was mildly amusing, a small devilish smirk working itself onto her full lips as she watched the situation play out. It was the excuse Val used far too often. Why not make his life hell and use this to her advantage? “I have a little problem too, I need to go. You wouldn’t deny me, would you?” Val asked while walking out, not giving him much time to answer as she giggled, following behind the girl.

princessvalperez

Val x Orlando “I never asked to be like this” Activity Prompt

“Fucking hell—“ The Latin girl hissed out, biting down roughly on her red painted bottom lip. Red liquid began to ooze from a rather large cut in her arm. Somehow she had managed to almost slit her entire arm open with a shard of broken glass. It started with the ill tempered female playing piano in the music room, something she often did back home before, well before everything. Before she lost who she was and became a slave to a man who never truly loved her. As her fingers glided against the keys and her white manicured nails clicked away rhythmically, the girl continued to mess up over and over again on one specific part. It frustrated her but she kept playing through it. But, after the tenth time Val had enough. She stood up and angrily pushed at the piano, accidentally knocking down a glass bowl that sat on top. As she went to clean it a piece managed to cut deeply into her caramel skin. Now here she was, knocking at the door of the infirmary. “I never asked to be like this..” she stated with a slight amount of embarrassment, motioning down at the arm she clutched as a slight melodic laugh came from her. “Is there anyone here that can help? I just need a bandage I guess..”

@orlandodelucia

orlandodelucia

Today was quiet, exceptionally quiet. They barely had any patients coming in so the day seemed to drag. Orlando was currently sitting at the reception desk with the receptionists eating whatever fruit they had out currently. The three of them were pretty bored so they even decided to come up with a little game where they would throw a grape in the air and Orlando would attempt to catch it in his mouth. He was sitting upon the leather spinning chair, with his feet upon the desk and listening to whatever stories the ladies that were keeping him company were exchanging. When a knock on the door caught his attention immediately. He kicked his feet off the desk and stood up immediately. When he saw a brunette walking in with blood dripping from her arm. The Italian male walked around the desk and up to her. “May I?” Gently he took her arm in his hand and examined her wound. “We need to stop the bleeding as soon as possible and you need stitches, also we need to clean out the wound, so no you won’t need just a bandage.” The older male spoke as he started leading the girl towards one of the empty rooms, gesturing for her to sit down he prepared all the equipment. First wrapping a piece of material above the wound to prevent any possible bleeding out. “So how did you manage to do that huh? It looks quite deep actually.” The dark haired male stated as he started to clean around the wound and clean the wound itself to prevent any infection.

princessvalperez

Val stood by the door, her stance a bit defensive as she cautiously glanced around. The Latin girl could hold her own, she had no choice but to learn. Her abusive ex contradicted himself and put the girl through years of self defense training. She could take down almost anyone who tried her. Despite her delicate frame Valentina had the spirit of a warrior. She was fierce and wouldn’t dare to let anyone deceive her. Hence the walls she had built up oh so tirelessly over the years. As Orlando went to grab her arm the girl held back a flinch, penetrating brown orbs a bit wide. She was stubborn— that much was evident. But, even Val knew when to just surrender. So, she nodded once submissively and followed behind Orlando. Her observant stare watching his movements, studying how he tended to her wound, it was quite interesting. “Ow—“ she hissed, biting down roughly on her bottom lip as she shot the man a glare and then regained her composure. “I lost my temper for a moment.” The girl began, vaguely explaining the origin of her wound.

hopelesshercules

Blake x Valentina. | ‘Do You Want Me To Go?’

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Heat. Finally.

Blake, usually, was one to make the most of every situation without fail — he liked people to think he was relatively happy go lucky, not a single care in the world. It was bullshit, but if there was anything the entire royal background taught him it was that appearances mean everything. Needless to say, with the sun beaming down on the fairly crowded camp ground, he figured playing the part wouldn’t kill anyone. Lying was wrong, he knew that. But, he considered to be more extending the truth ; or concealing it, if you will.

With a forced smile plastered on his lips, an expression he had mastered over the years, the boy clambered over tree roots and shrubs in the direction of the waterfall. He had been avoiding the tent as much as possible, besides sleeping — but even that was a rarity for him now — due to his roommates who were the polar opposite of him. ‘Mean girls’, both paved in fiery personalities and tongues that even competed with his mindless wit. To an extent, he was thankful for them, they kept him distracted when all he could focus on were the negatives within a day ; constantly trying to catch himself before he slipped up or said the wrong thing.

However, today he needed a bit of break, hence why he figured enjoying some sun would be good for him. Vitamin C, or was it D? Science was never his strong suit.

Brushing some branches out of his way, Blake slipped through the clearing to be faced with a scene he’d only seen in pictures. The cascading water down the rocky hillside was a sight to be remembered, especially with how the water glistened beneath the harsh rays of the early-summer sun.

“Beautiful…” he breathed in wonder, his eyes following the sight from left to right, before noticing a familiar brunette.

Well, shit. Bang goes his miniature break.

Clearing his throat, making his presence known, he took a few more steps out ; a hand nervously running over his head before scratching the back of his neck. A habit. “Oh, hey stranger. Fancy seeing you here.” A small laugh escaped his lips, for all of three seconds, before he bit his tongue — she probably wouldn’t find him funny. So, it was best he just shut up. Gesturing behind himself with his thumb, he pursed his lips.

“Do you want me to go? I can go if you want some… I don’t know… peace?”

princessvalperez

Valentina didn’t want to be here. Who did really? But she really didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to be on this estate to be exact. The young girl could thing of a million other places to be. Yet her parents swore this was good for her. “You’ll be fine mija, make friends and blah blah blah..” she was lucky, they cared about her. But, they also lived their lives in fear of everyone else. Not Valentina though— she refused to be pushed around and told what to do.

Which is why she didn’t take being on the estate well, she didn’t like having her life scheduled out meticulously. Her roommates were nothing but distractions, she couldn’t focus on her plan at hand, get back home. It was her main goal and being here would surely take away from that goal.

Today’s goal however, was to just get through the day. Get through another day and keep pushing. So, that’s what she did. Big chocolate colored orbs flickered around the woods that surrounded the girl. She was a beach girl, not a wilderness camping girl. But, even she could appreciate the beauty that the early morning campsite displayed. It was nice, no one was awake yet. She had been wearing fitted leggings and a sports bra due to taking a morning run. The girl stood by a glimmering body of water, eyes closed as she tilted her head back, bathing in the rays of sun.

Suddenly, a male voice commanded her attention. Was commanded the right word? He was meek and shy. His tone hesistant and unsure. Valentina May have been a cold bitch but, she wasn’t heartless. After opening up she loved fiercely— that is if anyone could get her to break down her carefully crafted walls. This prince however was not like the others— whom Valentina couldn’t stand. She was not a cliche and she couldn’t deal with other cliches. So, she decided internally not to send the male away screaming. “Is it ironic? We’re confined to the same small neck of the woods..” the girl pointed out, Latin accent thick as she curiously cocked her head to the side, studying him. “Blake, right? Come sit next to me.”

Val x Orlando “I never asked to be like this” Activity Prompt

@orlandodelucia

@nixonmorales

The cool spring breeze that caressed the tan skin of Valentina Perez caused a soft sigh to escape her. It was her favorite kind of weather today, airy and warm. Being from the mountains in Peru meant she was used to this perfect temperature. Long slender legs crossed over each other as the young girl stretched out poolside. A dark pair of round sunglasses covering her hazel orbs. Her golden curvy body covered by a cherry printed skimpy bikini. Long raven colored locks resting over her bare shoulders.

She was truly living the life right now. All she needed was a piña colada and a cute pool boy. As if on cue a male walked right in front of her view of the sun. His frame casting a dark shadow. “Excuse me, asshole. You’re not made of glass, move.” The girl stated sarcastically red colored lips parted in annoyance. Her accent was thick and still fresh, it was her first week here. Val had sat up from the lawn chair she laid back in. Sunglasses were now on the bridge of her nose as she raised a perfectly shaped brow at the brown haired prince.

Solo One

-𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚: August 15th, 2017

-𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: Abuse, violence, drugs.

-𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜: Your Teeth In My Neck By Kali Uchis

𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡?

𝙄𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚?

𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

𝙊𝙝 𝙤𝙝 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙝,

𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙞𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧, 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧, 𝙤𝙝 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧, 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧, 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧

Sainty..." The smooth Spanish accent rang loud and clear as the slender figure of Valentina Perez wandered the halls. It was currently 2 am, on a hot summer night. Val knew it was August, the month of her birthday. But, exact dates were hard to keep track of here. It was like Casa Rosado, the name given to her boyfriend and his partner’s mansion, was in a time warp. She often found herself losing track of what day it was if she didn't check her phone or watch the news.

Those were two things she tended to avoid. The nasty headlines about the "drug addict Princessa" were hurtful. Some people in the media knew the truth, they knew Valentina was stuck with her boyfriend. She wasn't selfish or crazy like they made her out to be, that version of her came later. But, corrupt politics were big in this city. Her beautiful city of Lima was being run by the drug business. Peru had recently been influenced by neighboring countries and was quickly becoming a hotspot. The drug money kept wealth in the country, specifically the capital. It wasn't her parents who ran their kingdom, it was the drug lords who supplied money to the towns and the schools and the hospitals. So, Valentina's family was being blackmailed. No, she wasn't taken hostage but rather stuck due to loyalty to protect her family and a sick love she had for her abuser.

Santiago, or Saint, ran Lima and the people in it. He belonged to one of the biggest drug rings in all of Peru. He had an incredible amount of power and the government turned a blind eye to his group with the use of bribes and threats. He was years older than the currently seventeen-year-old girl and had the ability to manipulate and use her. He had fully convinced the naive young princess that he owned her and for now, she accepted it. They were three years in and she was too paralyzed by fear to leave and blinded by what she thought was love. Val had the ability to just walk away but, so much was at stake.

“Mi flor, why are you awake?" The deep voice of the man asked. Val had ended up in the basement, where Saint was currently sitting at a table, cutting cocaine. The designer drug ran this country and it was how Saint and his partners stayed in power. His words like a sweet melody to her as she sauntered over to his side. He had a special way of doing that, changing personalities instantly. Just a few hours ago he was screaming at her about how worthless she was and now, his arms were wide open for the Latin girl. He was a con artist, a psychopath and a master manipulator all in one.

"Couldn't sleep.," Val mumbled tiredly, taking a seat in his lap as she tugged down the big t-shirt she wore. It was one of the rare moments the drug house was silent. It was just them and the few security he kept scattered around at all times, everyone else had gone out of the night, all of the associates and their young "girlfriends". Val and Saint, in the middle of an argument, decided to stay home. Usually, the mountainside fortress was full of people, including young girls forced into this life, similar to but worse than her own situation. The women were kept around for company and relationships but, mainly for the sex, drug preparation and drug-delivering in and out of the country. The Peruvian government still hadn't caught onto how severe the drug problem was getting, it was only known in the capital. So, young females traveling in and out of the country for "vacations" wasn't suspicious.

Gently, not to mess up his concentration, the girl wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face into his chest. "Have a bump.," Saint commanded, nudging her chin up gently as he brushed long dark strands of hair from her brown orbs. Val complied, it was the only drug she partook in but, Saint had her basically addicted. With a rolled-up $100 bill, Val took a line and then Saint proceeded to do a few. With her head tilted back the young princess paused for a moment and then went back to silently watching him work.

“So, um, Elio texted me again. He wants me to come to visit the palace for a few days on my birthday.." The submissive girl began, nervously nibbling at her bottom lip as she helped package the white powder. Saint didn't speak, her just continued to work but, his face began to harden. Val knew what was coming if she continued to push him but, she wanted to see her twin brother, she wanted to see her family after two months of living here. "We're only half an hour away from the palace. You could come or if you're busy one of the girls could come with me. I would take one of your drivers and you would know what I was doing at all times and.." Her nervous rambling was cut off by the sharp tone of the older male.

"Aye, ¡Cállate! Valentina. I can't hear myself think." The male dropped what he was doing and abruptly stood up from the chair. His expression hardened as he towered over the sitting girl. "You asked me earlier and I said no. Why would I change my mind? No, means no." The petite girl frowned, biting down on her bottom lip a bit harder. Usually, she would just nod and comply. Saint was incredibly overprotective and at times delusional. He suffered from bipolar disorder. Combine that with drugs and the paranoia of the illegal business he ran and you got the unstable person he was. Today, however, Val fought back. She was growing tired of it, of always being obedient and Saint was noticing the fire burning behind her usually calm brown orbs.

“I’m going.” She stated calmly, glaring at the male as she stood and began to walk away. “I’ll have El pick me up tomorrow and I’ll be back by Sunday.”

“Walk away and see what happens, I dare you—“ he growled, watching in silent fury as she paused, flicked him off and proceeded to continue to the stairs. It was something she had never done. Val was calm in nature and sweet. But, he was drawing the hot-blooded Latina out of her.

“You ungrateful bitch!” He roared out, running after the teenager. With a yelp of fear, she began to run up the steps, staggering along the way but almost reaching the top. She was no match for the older man. He easily caught up to the princess, grabbed her arm and threw the girl down. Val caught herself before she could tumble down the steps. Screams of anger and fear intermixing as she tried to escape him.

No one would come to help her. No one would rescue her— this was Valentina’s reality. Swiftly he cornered the princess, grabbed her head roughly and slammed it against the drywall. Instantly, she crumbled, whimpers of pain coming from the young girl as she clutched the back of her head, liquid coating her hair.

“I told you no..” Saint spoke calmly again, crouching down where his girlfriend laid, crumpled up in a ball as she blinked off the double vision and dizziness. “Next time, don’t disobey me, mi flor. I hate having to do that.” He finished, pressing his lips to her forehead.

With all the hate and anger she could manage Val drew her hand back and punched him right in the nose. It was something she had never done in all of her seventeen years. It didn’t phase him much but, the man did stumble back a bit, eyes wide with shock.

“Little brat, don’t make me do it again. Get up, I’ll call someone to come tend to..that.” He motioned to her bloody hand, glaring at the girl before leaving.

“I’m not your fucking flower.”

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