the bar slowly filled up with royals, nobles, and a handful of people who were lucky enough to be admitted by security, ariel sat pretty at the bar as she sent off yet another person claiming to be related to her. she knew the savoys were numerous, but hardly thought that she’d be the one to lose count. instead, as she pointedly flitted her gaze elsewhere, her eyes were caught by a familiar pair - and her stomach swooped with something akin to shock. they haven’t seen each other since that night, after all. the princess leant in just in time to catch the tail end of the conversation between him and the bartender. “you just... ordered a pitcher of beer, by the way.” she informed him, a customary teasing smile on her face. “is that on purpose?” ( @bastivvn )