Prince Of Wales

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camillaxjohansen​:

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Camilla shrugged her shoulders, unbothered by the misunderstood language. Her focus didn’t move from the cake as she took a bite, resisting the urge to groan in enjoyment. It was delicious, no doubt made more so by the fact she was drunk. “Well if you find out please let me know, I wouldn’t mind some myself. As for the cake there’s some in the kitchen..and it’s delicious.” 

Steffan rose and made his way to kitchen, quickly finding himself a slice of cake, also walking over to the fridge and grabs a cold bottle of water and two glasses. He walks back over to his seat, setting the cake and the bottle down before placing one glass in front of Camilla, pouring water into it before sliding it to her. “You should drink this.” He stated simply as he poured water for himself, taking a mouthful. 

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fromdusk-toausra​:

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“Here I go again, just livin’ on a prayer with something to believe in,” she said with a smile, easily stringing a sentence together from the titles from some of the top hits from each band he mentioned. “All great bands, but we can’t forget Journey, Def Leapard, or Heart. Though, Fleetwood Mac holds a special place in my heart too. Mostly I’m just excited that you knew what I was talking about though,” she said with a laugh before taking another swig. The bottle was a little over half empty and she was starting to feel it’s effects. “Beethoven and Mozart? Beautiful and complicated… I shouldn’t be surprised, you have the hands of a pianist.” Ausra held up the hands that were clasped, examining his for a moment. “Soft and long fingered, I like them very much. And as someone who might be considered old in a couple of years, I fully support old things being new again,” she said with a giggle; the tell tale sign she was no longer entirely sober. 

He watched as she took his hands with her own, examining them closely. “I think if I wasn’t born into royalty I would of become a pianist and perform on the greatest stages of the world. I don’t think I could do that now, my mother would certainly not approve. ‘You do not need to play piano, you need to focus on your duties of future king of Wales.’  He mimicked his mothers voice as he took another swig of his bottle before turning to her. “We should slow down or go find some food otherwise we are going to have killer hangovers.” Though he was drinking and trying to relax, he was always the responsible one, looking out for others more than himself. 

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alexander-thomas​:

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“I think the fear is that you would all be more likely to empty the stash within a night and then there’d be nothing until they could get more.” He pointed out. He knew where the stash was but he wasn’t going to tell the prince that. He nodded and motioned to the door into the kitchen. “I was just going to get myself a cup, I suppose there’s no harm in you coming in to get one for yourself.” 

Steffan followed him into the kitchen, amazed on how vast it was. Back home he had never stepped foot in a kitchen, always having servants to fetch things for him so it was odd for him to be getting something for himself. “Thank you. If you could just point me in the right direction of the coffee and milk, I will be out of your way.”

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spiritedkami​:

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Kami had just wandered out of the kitchen into the dining area when she heard another mutter in an unknown language to the South African Princess. “I’m sorry, what was that?” She asked, stopping in her tracks and quickly hiding the cookies she just took from the kitchen behind her back. With no knowledge as to how this guy might be, Kami best not to let him know what she just did.

Steffan laughed as he shook his head. “My apologises, I often slip into my native tongue from time to time. I was asking where the alcohol is. It seems they lock it up at night. Probably to stop us from drinking too much.” 

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Wfromdusk-toausra‌:

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“You know how when someone talks and they ask them to stop? Yeah, it turns out if you keep talking they ask you to leave, princess or not,” she said with a chuckle. She couldn’t help blushing deep at him though, not sure if it was because he was interested in hearing her sing, their proximity, or the fact that he was holding her hand. “I mean, not sure if you know what you’re getting yourself into, I’m really big into 1980′s american power ballads, but it’s a deal.” Mostly to get her eyes off of him and see if she could slow her heart beat down Ausra picked up the bottle next to her and took another couple large gulps from it. 

Steffan chuckled at her remark. “1980s power ballads huh? Like songs by Bon Jovi, Whitesnake and Poison?” He asks with a grin. “Can’t beat a classic I suppose. I like playing Beethoven and Mozart. I suppose we both like old things but I guess what is old can be new again.” 

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camillaxjohansen‌:

It was late, Camilla knew she should have just headed to bed and called it a night. But she knew what came with going to her room and the silence that waited there, and she didn’t want to deal with it. So instead she paced the halls of the palace before making her way to the kitchen, finding herself a piece of chocolate cake that she hoped would placate her, even if just briefly. She headed out to the dining room, pausing as she saw the prince. She hadn’t expected anyone to be up this late, she should have known better. She shook her head as he spoke up, making her way over to a seat and plopping down. “Sorry, I don’t speak..well whatever language that is. All I caught was alcohol.” She explained, her attention turning back to the cake in front of her. 

Steffan smiled as the young girl sat down not far from him, placing the cake down in front of her. “My apologises, I forget that I am not at home with people who understand my native tongue. I just wondered where they store the alcohol. It seems I have finished my bottle, however that cake looks delicious. I might just have to help myself to a slice.” 

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alexander-thomas‌:

Alexander hadn’t been able to sleep, as much as he knew he needed it it seemed pointless to lay in bed and toss and turn. Instead he was out of bed and dressed, deciding to do some work and check the palace to make sure things were secure. He had stopped in the dining room, hoping to get himself some coffee when he spotted the prince. Welsh wasn’t a language he was great at, but he was fluent enough to understand the question. “It’s likely stashed away in the kitchens for the night.” 

Steffan made a face as he rose from his seat. “Do they think that we are children or something? Can’t be trusted to have access to the booze. Well then I guess coffee it is then.” He stated as he began to look around for a cup. “Would you perhaps know where I could find the coffee?” 

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fromdusk-toausra‌:

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Ausra blushed a little bit. She hadn’t really meant to hold his hand, but admittedly it was very nice. “I’m not much for reading, and I’ve been kicked out of a lot of libraries,” she said with a small laugh. “Piano sounds beautiful, though. Would you play for me sometime? As for me, I dunno, riding my horse, hanging out with my sister, dancing but only alone in my rooms, some video games… My mom tried to put me through singing lessons when I was younger. I do okay, but like, I’m no Stevie Nicks.”

He began tracing her hand gently with his thumb, looking over at her, he chuckled. “How does one get kicked out a library? Growing up, that’s where my younger sister and I spent most of our time.” He asked with a laugh. “I will play for you, if you agree to sing for me sometime.” 

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margaritaxromanova‌:

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“There you go! I bet it’s a great face mask.” Maggie grinned at the girl, looking over at the prince as the other took the offered handkerchief. “You should try it too! I bet it does wonders.”

He screwed up his nose before offering the princess a small smile. “No thanks, gotta maintain a clean appearance. I have a meeting with my advisor in a hour.” 

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fromdusk-toausra‌:

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After about a quarter of the way through the bottle, Ausra finally came up for air. “Right, so like, what kind of stuff do you like to do? Ooo, actually, let’s sit. It’s been a long day, standing is hard and I’m over it,” she said before sliding to the ground. She tugged gently on his hand, hoping he would sit next to her.

Taking her hand in his, he slides down the wall to sit beside her, placing the bottle he was carrying down beside him. “I like to read and play piano though my Mother used to hate it as she believed that it distracted me from my duties. What about you?”

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fromdusk-toausra‌:

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“Woah, I wasn’t talking that fancy. I do adorable, not ‘glitz and glam’,” she explained while pulling a multi-tool pocket knife out of her pocket. “But maybe tomorrow, after some showers, and we just kind of, forget tonight happened.” As she spoke she pulled out the corkscrew attachment before taking the bottle from him and, with a good amount of effort, getting it opened. She handed it back without so much as a pause in her sentence. “I mean, if we drink enough tonight, that really shouldn’t be a problem. And I’ll do my best to not talk so much and pretend like I’m graceful for five whole seconds.” Ausra took another bottle off the shelf, opening it with more ease than the first before holding it up. “Cheers,” she said before tipping it back and starting to chug. As much as she was a nervous talker, she was also a nervous drinker. 

“We can do it however you like. Let’s not talk about it now.” He said as he takes the bottle from her taking a large swig. “We can just drink and enjoy each other’s company.” 

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Margarita couldn’t help but laugh as she smeared the cake all over the other’s face, making sure to cover every inch, every bit with it. “Don’t be a sore loser, you agreed to it!” She teased the person, continuing to rub the plate with the cake’s leftovers on the other’s face. “And the cake’s not even that bad, so it’s a treat, a win-win for both of us. Come on, open your mouth, try it!” The princess grinned, picking up a chunk of the cake, almost as an offer.

Steffan watched as the poor girl was smothered by cake. Chuckling silently to himself he walks over to the pair. “I hear its good for the complexion.” He joked as he offered a handkerchief to the girl to wipe her face. 

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fromdusk-toausra‌:

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Ausra forced herself to take a deep breath as he held her shoulders, letting it out slowly. “Yeah, right? Okay… I mean, yeah, it’s your country, you’ve lived there your whole life. So really, I just kind of have to follow your lead, right? Easy peezy lemon squeezy,” she said with a soft and slightly nervous laugh. “I mean, I guess, but I think I would have preferred not meeting while wearing the like eight year old sweats I wear as pajamas,” she said, motioning to the light grey shapeless, and slightly dingy, outfit she had on. “Maybe if I drink this will get better for me. Can we drink now? Please?”

“We can do a official meet up if you like. With all the glitz and glam, crowns and stuff if it will make you feel better.” He offered as he grabbed a bottle from one of the shelves and looks around for something to open it with. “Drinking is fine by me as long as I can get this bottle open.” He remarked. 

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fromdusk-toausra‌:

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She’d been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she’d almost forgotten he was there. “Hm? Oh, no, I didn’t… I mean, for starters, I’m pretty sure our families are going to want big publicized weddings that aren’t in Khatanga. Um, but, I didn’t mean that I don’t want to marry you…or marry you soon,” she explained, her nervous talking habit starting to kick in at the same time she was trying to organize her thoughts. “I mean, obviously not tomorrow, but we could really just get married whenever you want. It’s just all really new to me. Right, I got the letter and you were just a name, and now, poof, you’re real, and this is real. And like, I’m the third born, I’ve never trained for running a country, so that’s kind of a lot of stress, I don’t even know your native language. Hell, I don’t even know if I could accurately find Wales on a map. But you’re very cute, and your very nice, and I…I’m going to do everything I can to make this work because that’s what you deserve.”

Steffan gently grabbed her shoulders. “Relax, slow down. It will all be okay. I have been brought up to run a country. I can help you. You’re not in this alone. Together we can make it work. You’ll see.” He reassured her kindly. “It’s all new to me too. It was complete coincidence that we would meet today but I guess we were bound to meet eventually right?” 

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fromdusk-toausra‌:

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Ausra’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion. He already knew? They’d been planning it for months? Why was a letter she’d gotten today the first time she’d heard about anything? Then again, if she thought about it, this wasn’t the firast time her parents had done this. She’d run higher strung than most of her siblings her entire life, so they would purposely spread out unnerving information to make it easier to digest. “So, like…you and me… We’re supposed to…,” she started before letting her words trail off as she glanced around the kitchen. “Yeah, I definitely need alcohol now,” she said before turning on he heel again and opening the door that was at the top of the stairs down to the wine cellar. “Uh, after you I guess…husband.” As soon as she said it she cringed and regretted it. Betrothed or not it just didn’t sound natural. 

Steffan remained silent as he stepped into the cellar, looking around at all the bottles which lined the walls. He could see she was not happy, hell who would be with a arranged marriage. He had come to terms, many years ago that he would not be marrying someone of his choosing, more someone who could help strengthen his countries place in the world. “We don’t have to get married straight away you know.” He stated simply, turning back to look at her. 

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fromdusk-toausra‌:

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Ausra opened her mouth, before closing it a moment later. An act that was very rare for the woman, she pretty much always had something to say and never bothered to bite her tongue. Still, it couldn’t be helped, this was her first meeting with the man she was supposed to marry, and to make it worse, she was wearing sweatpants. What got her most though was the words he used; you’ve finally been told. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve finally been told.” She couldn’t help but notice his smirk, for the first time taking his features into account. He was, at least, very nice looking. 

He sighed, quickly realising that he had come across more harsher than he had originally intended. Turning to her, he looks at her. ‘She’s pretty enough, kind eyes.’ He thought quietly. “I only meant that I found out weeks ago, after I arrived here. Our parents have been discussing this arrangement for months.” 

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fromdusk-toausra‌:

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“Thanks, yours too,” she said happily, a small skip to her step. “Or, I guess, nice or masculine would be a better word for it than pretty,” she mused. She’d made it to only a couple steps away from the door that lead to the cellar when it finally clicked; the reason his name sounded so familiar. She’d read it in a latter earlier that day, a very specific letter she’d just received from home. A letter that was a large part of the reason why she was having trouble sleeping tonight. A letter about a betrothal. She was very quiet for a moment before she spun on her heels, having to crane her neck slightly to look him in the eye. “Steffan Joseph Morgan Sayer, as in, the prince of Wales?” 

‘Ah so she has realised who I am.’ He thought quietly to himself as he smirked back at her. “The one and only at your service. I am guessing you must have finally been told then.” He answered with a smirk. He had received his letter not long after his arrival and had come to the conclusion that he was to be married in the service of his country.