“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.”
anton’s eyes widened at the sight of her. it was close to impossible to forget a face like that, and with the way her brows furrowed, he knew she had recognized him, too. elżbieta, was it? anton and his brother were sent to poland as esteemed guests in one of the polish royal family’s galas a few months back. come dinner, he was assigned to sit next to elżbieta – a spectacle just for the press: the crown prince of sweden and the crown princess of poland, leaders of the next generation, seated side by side. they exchanged a few pleasantries in between sickeningly polite bites. at one point of the night, however, anton got himself too drunk on nalewki ( who knew it was that strong? ) and started commenting on how a polish nobleman’s wig looked exactly like his mormor’s merkin. the rest was a blur. was she in the program, as well? how many of them were sent to live menial lives down under? “no, please, your first slushie’s on me.” he propped his arms on the counter. “there’s cherry, raspberry, bubblegum, cola, and sour apple…” anton subtly scanned the perimeter for potential onlookers. luckily, the cineplex that night was as barren as the majority of australia. “you’re new here, aren’t you?” it was a lame question, but he thought it was the best he could do to confirm his suspicions without exposing them both.
she caught the boy’s own reaction when he saw her and knew that her assumption had been correct, which made her wonder how many of them were here. how many other countries were in the same state as her own? if she and the crown prince of sweden were here, what fate awaited the rest of the world? what fate awaited them? would they ever return, or... his offer stopped her thought from spiralling down the avenue she’d embarked on, and forced a smile smile in response instead of letting on the questions that had swirled in her mind. “thank you, I’d love cherry, actually.” she didn’t look over her shoulder to follow his gaze while she spoke, but took notice of his movements and waited for him to turn his attention back to her again. she nodded at the question, “I am. I moved here three weeks ago.”
Charlie was drinking her coffee, sitting alone at one of the empty tables. Athena was just two booths away from hers, casually talking with one of her friends. She still wanted to keep an eye on her, but she was quickly distracted by a blonde girl sitting at the same table as her. She knew her. Of course, she did, but where was Eric? It was the reason why she couldn’t trust him with their daughter. “Should I call Eric?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at her. She probably didn’t know who she was, but did it really matter? “Stay as much as you want, you’re safe here.” She told her with a reassuring smile. “Is it the first time you feel like someone’s following you?”
she straightened at the mention of eric, trying to figure out how to respond to the question with lips parted. how did she know about eric? about her..? were there... she looked around the coffee shop, studying who was present and how aware they were of those around them, but not of them seemed to care much. “are you..?” she asked, leaving the question open ended. if her suspicions were right, then the woman would already know what she was asking. “I already texted him, it’s alright.” she relented and relaxed her shoulders, though she remained straight backed, with her arms laid on the table before her, one hand in the other. “I’ve been ‘catcalled’ before, but it is the first time one of them’s followed me. it’s fine, though, honestly. no harm done.”
she fell into the booth with a huff and pulled her purse off her shoulder and threw it down onto the empty seat beside her. “sorry.” she breathed out to the stranger sitting across from her, though her gaze was on the entrance of the coffee shop, looking for the spot of dyed, white-blond hair that had been harassing her since she’d gotten out of work. it took a few seconds of searching before she finally felt able to relax a bit and turn back to the other. “someone was following me and I hoped it would deter him if I had company. might I stay here a few more minutes to be sure he’s gone?”
Anton was barely into the third night of his concessions stand gig, but from the tenseness in his shoulders, he was already seconds away from completely flipping out on it. He was the fucking Crown Prince of Sweden ( !! ) , he thought. Selling candy to spoiled toddlers and popping popcorn for sleazy men to shove their dicks in was far beneath him. As he was about to slip out back to hit up another joint ( his second one in three hours – he was that stressed ), he caught glimpse of a person’s silhouette nearing the counter. With a heavy sigh, he tried to keep his voice in an even monotone. The unauthorized break would have to wait. “What can I get you?”
while ela had been here a few days already, she still felt heavily disoriented by this new life of getting up and going to a job that she didn’t particularly enjoy, all to come back home, often tired, and then falling back into the same cycle. she’d wondered about the kind of life her people had had before coming here, and why many of them seemed so disinterested in life or simply so tired, but to actually experience it herself... she could understand the discontentment, if even a little. ela didn’t particularly like sweets, she needed something to cool herself off from this heat, and spotted the concession stand right when she thought about it. “could I get a slushie please?” she asked the man at the kiosk while rummaging through her bag to pull out some cash before turning her attention to the man behind the counter. her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and recognition, remembering she’d met the crown prince of sweden not too long ago at a social function thrown by her own country, but kept herself from saying anything.
( CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ) — SASHA BELL, previously known as MAGDALENA ELŻBIETA JANOWSKI is a TWENTY-SEVEN year old CROWN PRINCESS from POLAND that is being protected by TARON EGERTON. SHE is often confused with GABRIELLA WILDE and known to be MUTABLE and OBSERVANT.
name: magdalena elżbieta janowski, now known as sasha bell
date of birth: november 20th
zodiac: scorpio
languages spoken (level of fluency varies depending on languages): polish, english, russian, german, french, spanish, portuguese, italian, afrikaans, and learning mandarin
more:
while her first name is magdalena, her family, and her country, have always called her elżbieta, or ela for those closest to her (magdalena being a family name and a highly religious name
she was a very mischievous, fun-loving child and always tended to get into trouble (and would also get other kids in the castle in trouble by roping them into her schemes) -- think anastasia romanov
despite this, she’s much more cynical than people might believe. she does genuinely care for others, and especially for her people, but tends to see the bad side of things before she sees the good
she thinks way too much and can make herself so nervous she’ll get sick, but she also thinks so much that she can often see things more clearly than others. she has a strategic mind just as her father does, and she’s been told that that, paired with her intuition and her decision making will make her a wonderful queen in the future, but there are always doubts playing in the back of her mind despite the fact that she doesn’t let others know this
I’d imagine her and her sister weren’t entirely close because of ela’s duties and such, but that’s also malleable
coming to australia was something she vehemently resisted until she spoke with her father, who convinced her that it was for the good of the country and for the good of the family if she were kept far away from the danger raging on
she’s only arrived recently, but has given her a chance to wind down a bit, but it’s also made her feel... sad and angry and abandoned in a way because there’s so much risk for her parents and for her people and she feels cowardly for having ran away instead of staying and fighting
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