“-so then after an hour or so we’re all allowed to go back to the hotel!” she was gesturing, quite a bit. the glass of wine in her hand tipping dangerously to falling, before deft fingers tilted it back upright. “it’s such a weird event otherwise, though, like the old king is just there... drinking from the bar? so i just spent most of my time at the portrait gallery.” ariel took a generous gulp of her wine, fixing a careful eye at her brother. “but enough about the assassination! how’s brazil? how’s arabella... i caught the little announcement thing she did. has it been terribly awkward?” ( @princexgabriel )











