TOMMASO GONZAGA.
CROWN PRINCE OF ITALY.
lovesick the beat inside my head, waves struck a sea of bitterness. lights out solo in the blue before i found you. days passed slowly, lost and low. you gave me hope and now there’s only, blood running in my veins.
“Definitely,” he grinned at the other, extending his arm. “I’m James by the way.”Â
“Tom,” He replied whilst shaking the hand that had been placed out to him, “Thankfully you accepted my invitation. The only way I am going to make it through this thing is if I’m at least tipsy, and drinking alone is just sad.”
ladies and gentlemen, his royal highness CROWN PRINCE TOMMASO of ITALY, who has arrived on gemini island in support of princess rosalie. ( DYLAN O’BRIEN, HE/HIM, TWENTY-SEVEN )Â
full name: tommaso vincenzo francesco guglielmo carlo
nicknames: tom or affectionately, tommy
house: gonzaga
titles: crown prince of italy, the prince of naples, duke of mantua and montferrat, lord of atripalda
date of birth: 25th january, 1897
gender: cismale
sexual orientation: heterosexual
religion: roman catholic (devote)
born at the royal palace of turin on 25th january, 1897, the first child of prince francesco, and princess charlotte of luxembourg. he was baptised within turin cathedral.
his parents, being the crowned royals at the time, would often do royal tours and visits that would include taking tommaso; who was always charming and compassionate.
went on to being educated at a catholic boarding school and found his love for kayaking, football (soccer), hiking and the outdoors there. despite being raised strictly catholic from birth, he became more devout during this time and took strength from this in hard times.Â
during his school years, his grandfather passed away from abdominal cancer. with his father becoming king, tommaso became heir to the throne of italy and the prince of naples.
served in world war one in the italian air force and was commended for doing so.
after the war he took up royal duties and traveled around his country alone; he was always humble and showed dedication to his people. however, there are some in his family that can see him as somewhat easily angered and not open with his feelings.Â
has one sibling, who he was raised closely to, and therefore is protective of. (if somebody took his younger sister i would love you 5eva)
allies to the french royal family, his father accepted the invitation to the wedding sending his children as representatives.Â
tommaso was unsure since it was a long time away from his work at home. yet eventually saw the diplomatic benefits.
full biography here - some of which is AU but other aspects have been influenced by other historical figures, events etc. sorry it sucks so much but he will be developed over time. also lemme tell you now italian royals have long names, like his is considered short.
“I can’t believe I’m actually here.” she said with a shrill giggle. she just couldn’t help herself. She had never been out of Portugal before. “It’s all just so exciting, I mean that kitchen alone is worth the trip.”
“Nor do I but my father was incredibly insistent.” He spoke, small curve to his lips. “Why the kitchen? Is the food that good you have to sneak in?”
Anatol Niemczyk was enjoying the solitude of the cool morning air of the poolside; sometimes he would get in bouts and wake up earlier than was physically normal. He’d never gotten back to a healthy schedule after the war, anyways.Â
Maybe the person creeping up on him was a night owl and hadn’t yet slept, maybe they too woke up early, or were just now sneaking back in. He figured that being in new places caused people to change their schedules altogether. “I suppose it is impolite to leave a celebration early? Doesn’t feel quite much like a vacation yet.” He looked up at the other and passed them a faux smile. “D’you like my tan? A sunrise will do magical things,” he joked awkwardly.Â
Since arriving, Tommaso had not settled a sleeping schedule. It wasn’t something that particularly stressed him out due to his often late nights back home; often dealing with matters of state. Still, he missed home and craved some sleep that would hopefully take the thought away. He gave up after the first two hours of trying to sleep and instead found himself wandering for some air to clear his mind. Soon seeing the marquis as he turned the corner towards the pool. “I don’t think people here would particularly mind though I assume somebody back home has influenced your being here?” He questioned, shrugging slightly. “Though you would surely lose your tan if you left.”
“If I’m not drunk within the next hour is this truly a vacation?”Â
“I heard there was champagne constantly flowing though I have yet to see any. However, I don’t think it will take long to find a bar; want to join?”
“ enjoying yourself ?? “ malvina smiled at the other (( it didn’t matter to her if she knew them or not )) as she leaned against their table, offering a glass of champagne to them, another one in her own hand. “ for some reason the waiter thought i need two of them. want to take care of it ?? “
“Not entirely though I’m thankful for this.” Tommaso chuckled when taking the glass offered to him, almost nursing it for a moment, until he looked back to his company. “Sorry, long journey. Would you like to join me? I was just about to have some food brought.”
“I think I’ll spend the afternoon at the beach. Want to keep me company? He doesn’t say much” Betsy giggled as she nodded her head towards her guard.Â
“I’m probably not the first choice for company although I did want to go for a swim... unless Muscles has something against you being near the ocean?”
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