She hadn’t lain down on the wrong bed, had she? Wasn’t this the room that had been given to her to stay in while she was at Buckingham? Edda suddenly found herself questioning the entire thing, maybe she was the one in the wrong room. Either way, sitting up to see a half naked man wasn’t how she planned her morning. “Your…Safehouse?” She repeated, unclear of just what he meant by that. “Edda Rosdottir of Iceland. Do you have a habit of showing up like this to rooms in the early hours of the morning?”
Emerson promised himself from this moment on he would find a new safehouse very far from the palace grounds. It would make any other future encounter less probable and not so awkward besides alliances and politics were at stake. “I like to use that term but it’s honestly a safe haven from the outside world meaning the Summit” he explained shortly adding. “ maybe this is actually your room, princess and I had no idea that it was already signed to another. I only arrived last week and many other royals are still arriving with each day” he ranted, as he scanned the room. “It’s lovely to meet you Edda, I usually would say no but this is certainly the first time it has happened.”
Silvia jerked to a sitting position slowly, trying to recall if between the hurry and the darkness of the night she had gotten into the wrong room. Had she really broken into this boy’s bedroom? Perhaps it was a nightmare. Perhaps she was still dreaming and this was just her anxiety playing a trick on her with one of those hyper-realistic dreams. “It is not - it hasn’t been assigned to anyone,” she assured, studying the intruder in an attempt to decide if he was real or not. “I’m the one who needs to apologize. I must have gotten the wrong room.””
Emerson had a feeling that maybe this was actually the wrong room and he felt extremely terrible. “ Please stay, I think it’s me who has the wrong room, your highness.” If all the private tutoring paid off he can correctly state that the young woman before him was one of the many Portuguese royal siblings. “I don’t wish to get in trouble with your family nor my own, I think my safe heaven is the room next door,” he commented, waking up to realization. “I do apologize for scaring you”.
“I appreciate the sentiment there, Em, but it kind of sounds like you’re trying to murder me.” Orion smiled, now content to leave his little hole alone. “Research for…what?” He asked with his head tilted and his brows wrought with concern. “Heh, yeah, I don’t mind leaving right now. Will your research be okay?” He threw his shovel aside, not bothering to fill the hole.
“Would I ever try to murder you? Never. I am not even physically capable of doing so” Emerson honestly spoke. “Besides you are my favorite brother. I would go insane if anything happened to you” he confessed as he looked down at the cover of his book. Could he tell his brother the truth, maybe, but for now he wanted to protect his secret and families name. “Let’s say I’m trying to impress my fiance” not an entire lie. He placed his book back in his bag and got up. “ My research can wait, however spending time with my brother in a new city where we can almost pass as locals are something I’m excited to try out.” he said extending his hand to Orion. “ besides a little bit of sightseeing couldn’t hurt.”
“You’re already sleeping around? Seriously, Em?” Atlas didn’t look up from the paper, the pile of international papers and headlines resting in his lap. Clucking his tongue softly, he flipped to the next page, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at his younger brother. Their purpose here wasn’t to make friends, it wasn’t to sleep with the first pretty face you saw, it was to secure their futures, the future of the monarchy and insure their people wouldn’t parish if the world went to shit again. Atlas realized that, the only reason he hadn’t kicked up a fuss when their parents had given them their ‘orders’. He saw the bigger picture, knew that this was his fate and running from it was cowardly. “Shouldn’t you be trying to get to know your ‘fiancé’, schmoozing her up or something?”
it was way too early for this, emerson already knew where this conversation was headed towards too. he opted to ignore his oldest remarks and try to get some sleep. emerson was constantly reminded by his father and his advisers that the crown must go first, the countries interest were important and any personal dreams, passions, and affairs were cast aside. the Croatian prince upheld his promise. the one time he wanted something for himself and asked his fathers permission, the king said no. so emerson had enough, he enjoys the occasional getting drunk and sleeping around - there was no shame in admitting it. “ Once I am giving the name, the royal family, a picture of my future fiance I can sweep her off her feet” he stated sitting up. “ but for now, sleeping around with librarian seems quite fine by me”
Edda wished that, with all the traveling she did, she would have gotten used to jet lag. After all, the more you did something, the more you were supposed to get used to it, right? Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case, and she’d felt exhausted ever since arriving in London. She’d hoped that several hours of peaceful sleep would help; she hadn’t expected that sleep to be interrupted by someone coming into her quarters. She opened just one eye for a moment, at the sound of the door opening, when she realized that not only was there someone in the room with her, but now they were laying in her bed. “Guð minn góður!” She suddenly exclaimed, holding her hand to her chest and pushing herself away, practically falling out of her own bed in the process. “Who are you? Why are you in here?”
Emerson was jolted wide awake. [ did he enter the wrong room? ] of course, he didn’t. The safehouse was right next to his quarters and fuzzy was his mind from sleep, it was impossible to miss it. Emerson wasn’t the slightest bit scared for his safety, or for being seen half-naked by a complete stranger. What made his heartbeat go fast, however, was the unknown identity of the intruder. At the back of his mind, he was expecting it to be his mother. God knows how she’ll react to knowing his son had been sleeping with half the palace’s population. Carefully, Emerson turned on his side and propped his weight on his elbow. his face light up into a smile, trying to make the situation less complicated. “Well, this is awkward… I’m Emerson Amsberg, Prince of Croatia. I thought this was my Safehouse, but it seems to be they have already signed this room to somebody else.” he said reaching out his hand, “My apologies, who are you? I should know due to my education however I'm not in the greatest state of mind."
andromeda smiled relieved when the person astrid had bumped into turned out to be emerson, her brother had dealt with astrid since she was born so he should be used to it by now. “my horoscope said i would have a great day so i’m pushing this little event to the back of my mind in favor of staying optimistic.” she managed to grab astrid by the collar of the neck of the light blue dress she was wearing before the girl could take off running again. “how long have you been here? do you like your room? have you met your betrothed?” andromeda asked, talking one mile a minute.
Emerson loved to spend time with his older sister and his niece Astrid. But it had been a while since he last spent an entire day with both of them, due to his packed schedule made by his royal adviser. " my dear sister you should always be optimistic, your smile radiates the room we wouldn't like to see it fade." he complemented, as he reached out for Astrid, holding her close. Emerson loved his niece, and it was no bother for him to help his sister take care of her. "How are you little one?" he asked his adorable niece as Andromeda spoke. " Just arrived a few days ago, had pressing matters to attend before coming to Summit. I wouldn't say I like my room, but I don't hate it either. I prefer the comfort of my room and our home than to Buckingham but I assume its something we all have to get used to. And lastly but not least, no I have not. I'm not sure if I'm ready too." he sincerely stated, making funny faces toward his niece. "How about you? How are you and Astrid holding up? have you met your betrothed?”
Orion smiled at his brother, stopping his shoveling at once. “I know, Em. But there’s something about digging holes that I just love.” He wiped his hands against the fabric of his pants. “Is that an astronomy book?” He asked, stabbing his shovel into the dirt and approaching his brother. “Hey, don’t ask me what happened and then start reading your book!” Orion laughed, “honestly I’d rather be reading too. Besides, I’m not sure I want to talk about it.”
Emerson cared for his brother, and he showed it in his own way. “In that case keeping digging till you reach to the center of the earth, and if you need help let me know I would definitely lend you a hand.” he honestly stated, looking at his brother nodding to his question. “It is, I’m actually doing some research,” he confessed, Emerson had an idea to write poetry using astronomy concepts as references. His artistic mind never taking a break. " Sorry about that O! Didn't mean to hurt your feelings." he joked. " In that case, let's not talk about it. How about you and I, run away from the palace grounds and explore the city? God knows I need a vacation already from the Summit."
how much shame must one feel about their own writing to give the credit away to a fictional person - xoxo red queen
Emerson was working on his new novel when he received a mysterious and anonymous text message. It was hard for him to process the content. You could say it was a sudden shock or a feeling of uncertainty, or both even. As he read the content of the message, his mind started spiraling. Who on else besides his publisher and dear friend had knowledge of his secret? If he was being honest, Emerson wasn’t ashamed of his decision of writing under a female alias. If the Croatian prince could he would have published it under his name such as E. Scamander without his surname, the one that identified him as royal. However his father words ringed in his head, he had to put the crown before anything else. The family was important and keeping the image was essential. So he brushed it off, actually deleting the message from his phone and getting back to work. Writing the third novel to his franchise wasn’t an easy task.
Another night, another nightmare, the room Buckingham had provided for her felt more like a prison than a refuge on those nights. It especially worried her that her neighbors could hear her screams and so during the first days of her stay she had searched for a room far away enough that she could take shelter in after the night terrors. So far no one had dared to intrude her realm of peace but that day was different. As she laid on her side, fetal position, the bed shifted with the weigh of another person and Silvia jumped in surprise. Seeing the boy there all she could muster was an “I was here first."
The Croatian prince was processing everything very slowly. Was the place he used to call his safe house was already granted to somebody else? He was in complete shock and stunned. How on earth was Emerson supposed to find tranquility and rest? Especially when he was needed continuously at the Summit. " I apologize-" he confessed looking at his equal. " I had no idea this room was already handed out to another. " he had no energy to get up from the bed after feeling his every muscle in his body relax.
There existed a place in the palace; on deserted, untouched, left alone and free. The kind of privacy a man like Espen both needed and wanted. A place for him to commit his dark sins, the worst of all he could never do in his own quarters. His dastardly activities.
Then the door creaked and a wide-eyed Espen looked at the boy who entered. The one who’d caught him red-handed. “I-it’s not that it looks like!” Espen assured, the light of the TV illuminating the room. On it’s large screen unfolded his dirty little secret—
The Desperate Houswives. His favourite TV show.
He blinked at the man, astonished. “W-what are you doing here?”
Emerson just wanted some peace and quiet, before he had to face everybody at the Summit, mostly his family and the princess he was arranged to marry. The prince enjoyed his quality time and quite frankly was surprised to find another human being at the safehouse, he thought he was the only person to have knowledge of such place but he was wrong.
“It’s alright, I’m not here to judge -” he stated as he made his way to the bed. “ In fact, I’m no one to judge you for whatever you are watching”. The Croatian prince stated as he looked at the screen not really knowing what the other was watching. “I’m hiding, I thought I was the only human being to know about this place but I was proven wrong.” he calmly expressed. “What are you doing here?”
A one-night-stand was an art form he nearly perfected through years of practice, with the final stroke on the canvas being him, leaving just before dawn. Emerson rolled out of his bed quietly, careful not to pull the slumber from the stunning brunette curled up beside him. He wrapped a thin sheet around his waist – his mind proved too groggy for him to bother with jeans. With the plushly carpeted floor insulating his footsteps, he managed to exit the room soundlessly. Right next door, there was a safe house – unoccupied quarters which he frequented during his walks of shame. He turned the knob which was strategically unlocked, and without much ceremony, plopped on the bed to continue his interrupted sleep. What his half-awake mind failed to realize, however, was that someone else had occupied the room before him.
Orion, coated in dirt and sweat, continued on his mission of digging a hole in the yard. He was surprised no one had stopped him yet, but maybe they were just waiting until he was done to come clean up his mess. Orion grunted, thrusting his shovel into the ditch once more and heaving dirt up over his shoulder. Some people realized stress with exercise, Orion liked to dig holes (a little like a dog, he thought morbidly).
“You know, if you need someone to talk to I’m always here Orion” Emerson stated as he sat down on the ground watching his brother realize some stress. He took out a new astronomy book he borrowed from the library from his bag and opened the first page. “What happen?” he genuinely asked, before putting his reading glasses.
Having a human kid and a furry kid was perhaps not the best idea, and Andromeda was even willing to admit that taking their furry family member with them to the summit could be considered a mistake. But her human daughter had whined and sobbed and her furry friend had used those puppy eyes she couldn’t resist and so here they were the three of them, sharing a room in a country that wasn’t theirs surrounded by a lot of people that were strangers. And that’s how Meda found herself chasing after her two very loved and very mischievous kids. “Astrid! Cerberus!” How could they have so much energy? It was a mystery. As they bypassed an innocent pedestrian, almost knocking them to the floor, Andromeda stopped and started apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
emerson’s footsteps echoed throughout the corridor as he explored the various empty rooms and passages he could find. unknowing of his new surroundings, it was an adventure for him to do such a thing like this. seeing that he was going to be staying in this palace for a while, emerson took it upon himself to pass the time he had for the moment, and what better way to spend the days than to explore buckingham palace, a place with so much history, art and architecture. his mind wandered, taking it all in before he had accidentally bumped into someone he knew so well, “meda, I’m alright” he expressed, picking himself up and cleaning his attire. smiling softly at his beautiful niece astrid and her furry friend cerberus. “everything is forgiving, the real question is how are you?’
hola, mis amores; its mara aka maru and this is emerson scamander amsberg, prince of croatia. he is my son and the resident poet/ writer around buckingham- to be honest this is a simple character stat; if you wish to plot with her like this and i will come to you.
- ̗̀✰ •【 LOGAN LERMAN / MALE / 28 】announcing the arrival of his royal highness, ( EMERSON SCAMANDER AMSBERG ), the ( PRINCE ) of ( CROATIA). I’ve heard that he is ( COMPETITIVE ) & ( CYNICAL ) but can also be (GENEROUS ) & (RESILIENT ). ( EMERSON) is arranged to marry ( CHARLOTTE AINSWORTH). Rumor has it (HE PUBLISHES NOVELS UNDER A FEMALE ALIAS). We hope you enjoy your stay at London!【 OOC: mara aka maru 】
he’s the guy who would take you on a date to an art museum or something. he’d be too busy admiring and explaing the artwork/architecture honestly and probably lose track of time.
it’s pretty clear how loyal & how much he loves the royal family. i mean with out them who knows where he’d be. his siblings mean everything to be, he has no reason to be against his birthright + family + country, etc
love his country to death which is why he is known as the prince of the people, he probably spent most of his time at local establishments and promoting them. not to mention he loves to spend with children so you can always find him at the local library or orphanage lending a hand.
he feels at ease when he is near the sea, he loves sailing. growing up this was the only sport he actually was skilled at and take great interest in.
he had a faze as the rowdy trash child … but as adult he’s not as bad as he was when he was a teen, emerson is still down to party.
emerson is actually pansexual / panromantic he is really open about sexuality + intimacy things
HE’S HONESTLY A GOOD GUY AT HEART even A GOOFBALL. hes AN ART & LITERATURE LOVER but if he doesn’t like you there is a 90% chance he’s gonna be fake af smh. probably even plot your demise.
though that being said it takes kind of a lot for him to HATE-HATE someone .. like he’s pretty tolerant. Like you gotta do something that’s real fucked up
Once upon a time he definitely the type to have a lot of flings / one night stands yet due to the engagement he is trying to change his ways and at the same time trying to prove the media wrong.
so he is on this new path of taking things quite seriously.
he’s s hedonistic at times but at the same time very humble. once you gte to know him everything will make sense.
when it comes to money he actually donates it to charities and projects.
there was literally a time as a child when he refused to speak english bc he’ll always want to learn other languages so this man knows pretty much croatian, italian, spanish, french, arabic fluently but he got over that as he got older
secret: growing up he had always been a lover of knowledge, words, poetry and books. his parents granted him private turoring in such areas where he slowly but surely became a skilled writer. however being the second oldest meant that he had an image to maintain and a job to fulfill. when he told his father he wanted to become a full time author - the king said no. the crown always go firist, they spoke about the image and how important the public image of the family would be intact. so his best friend and publisher suggested emerson to publish his name under an alias. he decided to go for a female name, since most woman back in the old days would use male names to get their stories to publish. he is a well-known poet and novelist, under the name of rosemary g. novak. .
