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ofthebodyguard:

“I quite like her, she is nice” he simply stated and nodded. From what he had seen she was, at least. As he watched him, he smiled a little. “Okay” he then gestured for him to start walking, gently of course. He didn’t want to come across as bossy or rude because that was far from the truth. “What would you like to know? You already seem to know my name so that is a good start” he chuckled and relaxed a little.

“She is nice. She’s a brat, but she’s nice.” Anyone who got on with his sister got an immediate mark of approval. He followed Brandon, matching his pace. “I would like you to tell me what you want me to know. Where you’re from, your favourite colour, the name of your goldfish when you were 3. Anything. You can tell a lot about a person by what they think are the most important parts of themselves.”

#ofthebodyguard

siennaxcooper:

“My baby face will come in handy when I’m 90 years old and look 50.” Sienna fired back playfully, her hands placed on either one of her cheeks with a cheesy grin. “Why? Did 9 year old Sienna bully you that much?” She asked with an innocent giggle. Seeing her brother scrunch up his nose, the girl couldn’t stop the laugh falling past her lips. “Of course I do, because I love seeing your reaction!”

“True. You’ll be the most glamorous 90 year old ever, and I’ll look like the face of Boe.” He’d accepted a long time ago that Sienna would always be the beautiful sibling, the one the public swooned over day after day. “Not bully so much as incessantly annoy. Something you still somehow manage to do.” He stuck out his leg and kicked her gently, a laugh escaping him. “Call me it again and I’ll tell everyone in the palace why I used to call you Princess Skidmark.”

#siennaxcooper

dvdwinsor:

“Absolutely nothing.” David sighed, a small smile evident as Sebastian walked over. His deep brown eyes widened as he held up the bag of food before him, his grin widening. “Ah, mate, come on. I’m sorry.” The prince’s greedy hands clutched the air for the bag as he pouted. Standing up a tad too quickly, David grabbed his head as pain shot through. “Fuck,” He whispered. “You dick, give me the food!”

Sebastian held the bag high above his head as he pushed on David’s shoulder gently. “Sit down before you hurt yourself.” He sat down, trying to smother the grin that was threatening to split his face in two. “I got two burgers, three fries, a strawberry milkshake, mozzarella dippers and onion rings. Now stuff your face and tell me all about the bad decisions you made last night.”

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dvdwinsor:

David was not in the mood for anything today. He had a striking headache, which he knew was from the excessive amount of drinking he’d done in his bedroom the night before. As a prince, he obviously had a reputation to maintain, but could he care less? No. There wasn’t much, David thought, that could lift his mood. Sat in the reception hall of Knightsbridge palace, his home, the prince gulped down his iced water in an attempt to rid himself of any pain or discomfort; not that it helped that much. The sound of a closing door signalled that someone had come to visit him, or so he presumed. “Listen, I can’t be dealing with anything right now…”

“Really? Nothing at all?” Sebastian leaned against the door frame, bag clutched in his hands. “I heard you weren’t feeling your best. Had someone pick up a Burger King for me. Now, I was going to give you most of it, seeing as you apparently aren’t feeling great, but if you really can’t be dealing with it...” he paused, rotating on his heels slightly as if heading for the door “I can always just give it to Maverick”

#dvdwinsor

ofthebodyguard:

“Yes, that is my name” he said and smiled back at the other. “No need to thank me” he added and clasped his hands behind his back, ready to leave and try to locate the princess so that they could leave in peace. But when he heard the question, he shrugged. “Now that is something you can ask your sister. I am just here to do my job” he teased.

Sebastian nodded. Fair enough reasoning. Pushing his chair back, he stretched as he stood, muscles tense from sitting for so long. “Well, you just expanded your duties by helping me so I suppose I should return the favour. Besides, Sienna is a little bugger and you’ll never find her alone. Come on, tell me about yourself while we look.” He made it a point to know everyone in the palace, whether they worked for him or not. A name and an employer wasn’t enough for him.

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siennaxcooper:

Smiling as she heard her brother’s voice, Sienna looked at him and giggled softly. “Hi hermano.” The girl replied, brushing the remainder of her hair over her shoulder as her eyes followed him to the edge of her bed. “Like in a little kiddie way, huh?” She asked, her finger running over her chin in thought. “Well if Sebba doesn’t like it, it won’t happen.” The girl teased him with the nickname she called him when she could first talk, not being able to say his proper name. Lifting her hands up to her head, she began to undo her hair with a hum.

“Exactly. You look 9 again.” Sebastian crossed his legs, hands clasping on his knees. “And as much as I love you, 9 year old Sienna is not something I’d like to repeat.” The nickname made his nose scrunch up in disgust. Waves of affection bubbled up in his chest, but he’d never admit that he found the nickname sweet. “Do you have to call me that, brat?”

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ofthebodyguard:

“Sadly I do not work for you” Brandon simply stated as he looked at the other, a frown on his face before he sighed and mumbled to himself under his breath as he went to get the paperwork. Why was he so damn nice? Going to where the other sat, he placed the pile of paper down on the desk. “Now can you tell me where Sienna is? I was asked to escort her to the Knightsbridge Palace”

“Oh” Sebastian stared up at him, hesitating before smiling. Not who he was expecting to show up. “Brandon, isn’t it? Sorry, and uh...thank you.” What a surprise, his sister wasn’t where she was supposed to be. “The whereabouts of my sister are a mystery to me, as usual. Why exactly is she needed at Knightsbridge? Did she kick a football over the fence?”

#ofthebodyguard

Sebastian was hunched over at his desk, forehead resting in his hand as he scowled at the book in front of him. “Could you pass me that paperwork? The stack on the side by the door” he called as the door opened behind him. He didn’t look to see who it was, 90% of the people who wandered through his office were staff. “Now, please. Quickly.”

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interstellarchiba:

Stella plopped down on the edge of a palace fountain. She took a deep breath and admired the floral work that danced around the garden’s gates. She planted those months ago, yet they were still in full bloom. Looking down at her watched, she realized it was lunch time. Lunch was the best time of day after all. She turned around and dipped her fingers into the fresh fountain water, bringing it up to her face to freshen her plump cheeks. Sometimes Stella got lost in her head while staring at the sparkling liquid It was like touching it brought her into another world where she had no other duties. She traced imaginary patterns into it, admiring the drops that trickled from her fingertips

It just so happened that Stella spend half an hour laying on the cobblestone fountain, playing with the translucent liquid and totally forgetting he duties as a palace gardener. She suddenly felt water splash her face, and she looked up to see an certain individual in front of her.

Sebastian’s face split into a beam when the girl finally noticed him. He’d been sat on the other side of the fountain for at least 20 minutes, watching her play with the water. “You know, I doubt the Jiang’s would be thrilled to find their gardener daydreaming while on duty” he teased, flicking another spray of water at her. He wasn’t exactly one to judge. He was meant to be in a meeting with the Polish ambassador right about now. “Can’t imagine why you’d rather be here instead of knee deep in the dirt.”

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maverickwinsor:

Maverick was on his daily ride around the palace gardens, his equestrian skills were not as good as some people might expect, though he enjoyed riding very much, and therefore hadn’t a care in the world about if any of the staff were secretly sneering behind his back. Slowing his horse down to a steady walk when he noticed someone, he steered his direction towards them and smiled. “I didn’t know you’d be out here at his time of day,” he commented, glancing around the gardens quickly before he looked back at them. “Are you here to see me?” The man asked, pulling one foot out of his stirrups, then swinging it over the horse so he could jump to the ground, brushing himself off and straightening his jacket as he moved to eye level with the other.

Sebastian stepped back slightly as Maverick approached. Horses had always made him nervous, something about the size of them. His parents had tried to teach him how to ride, but he was far more comfortable around slightly smaller creatures...like guinea pigs. “It was an unplanned visit, I’ll admit.” He gestured for Maverick to follow him as he continued to stroll through the gardens, pausing to admire the view occasionally. “No, I’m not. My father’s meeting with yours, thought I’d join him and get out of Notting Hill for a while. Been a while since I was at Knightsbridge, even longer since I saw you. How are you?”

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siennaxcooper:

Sat in her room, Sienna was humming to herself as she was tying her hair up in two buns at the top of her head. Hearing a knock at the door, she smiled. “Come in!” The princess called out, placing her hairbrush on the dresser. “Can I ask you something?” She asked, turning to them. “Does this hairdo work for me? It’s the first time I’ve tried it. I’m not completely sure on it.”

Sebastian poked his head around the door, smiling at his sister. “Hi conejito.” He paced past her, gazing at her hair as he sat down on the end of her bed. “I don’t like it. You look beautiful, you always do, but that hair makes you look a bit like Minnie Mouse. And not in the cute Disneyland way.”

#siennaxcooper

Hi everyone, I’m Katie and this is my child Sebastian !!

Around London, you’ll be bound to see SEBASTIAN COOPER, the 23 year old PRINCE walking around NOTTING HILL PALACE. You could easily compare him to DYLAN O'BRIEN. He can be DIPLOMATIC & SOFT-HEARTED, but also ANXIOUS & SPOILED. (katie, 20, gmt, she/her)

#coronamintro #'' and he will N E V E R be forgiven ''