i could send over the phone numbers for some GREAT therapists if you'd like, but i know you wouldn't want to be caught so much as googling the words 'PTSD' by your parents. i wonder why they act as if your life didn't fall apart? maybe they just don't care. - love, Red Queen
andrea wasn’t a sociable person, so naturally, she barely got any notifications for incoming messages on her phone. sometimes her parents would check in to make sure her betrothal was going as smoothly as they wished ( and in all honesty, even though she liked felix because she really felt that way and not because they wanted it, she was relieved to tell them they got along quite well ) or it’d be her siblings sending random things. so when she got the notification, she wasn’t too excited -- it was probably either of those, she felt like felix would actually either call or find her himself.
but as soon as she read the text, coming from an anonymous source... she could feel her chest tighten. she read the text over and over again, word by word, unable to stop herself until her trembling hands let go of the phone. it fell onto the floor with a loud thud, screen immediately going black. but she was not bothered one bit -- how could she, when everything around the room was spinning and she couldn’t breathe properly ? she had to go out, she had to just escape this room. ( exact thoughts she had during her capture ) it was all too much, she couldn’t bear being taunted like that. tears threatening to fall, andrea left the room in a rush, heading for the main doors to just get out of the palace, hopefully the gardens would let her breathe. and so, trembling limbs quickly carried her over to the gardens and as soon as she was out of sight, she let herself collapse behind the high bush maze, breathing heavily.
great women through history have done the same but don't you think it is about time we come forward and show the world what we can do? unless it is erotic poetry, then i get it -- xoxo red queen
again that “ XOXO RED QUEEN “ ending , with a text that only grew in ominous . it was clear that this , whoever they were , knew something about nasrin . did they also know about others ? was this some sort of ploy ? it definitely was tied to the blog that gossipped about them . a nest of snakes . the princess grabbed her cellphone , typing a quick reply : WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH ME ? in the best regina george manner she could muster through text … then thought better of it . engaging in any way could fuel this person , and if they truly knew something about her then they could really , really hurt nasrin’s plans for iran . breathing in , she took a screencap of the text and proceeded to delete it .
heard you have really beautiful feet, could you send me a pic? -- xoxo red queen
as soon as she received the text, alma shot back: ‘my feet are a commodity and absolutely not for free. drop roughly $150 in my venmo (hrhalma-urgell) and THEN we’ll talk’
she didn’t give much (any) thought to the possible embarrassment her secret could cause her family. plus, she figured- no, she knew- her family had much darker secrets hidden away. ones that were far more important to keep from the public. so, what harm could she really do? of course, if her mother knew how carelessly she was handling this then she would be in massive trouble, but what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. and money was money and alma’s face wasn’t in the pictures- no harm, no foul. right?
do you let them see your face or you have to pay an extra?? -- xoxo red queen
The message rang through on her phone, Anastasia pulling it up. She looked to it with furrowed brow. What? How could they? Hmm redqueen huh? She had heard of her before, it only made her sigh. They could think what they want but it was a secret for the reason that no one could be able to know it was her. She deleted the message, tossing her phone on her bed to get ready for another long day at the summit.
brave of you to recognize you needed help at your lowest but we wouldn't want to to happen again now will we? -- xoxo red queen
grace looked down at her phone as it vibrated, eyebrows furrowing. she felt her anger flare, followed by a sharp pang of anxiety. this had to be a mistake- a joke- they couldn’t know. but somehow they did, and there was nothing to stop them from letting everyone else know. she felt like the room was spinning.
she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, finger hovering over the delete button, though she knew that wouldn’t truly make the threat go away. she hit it anyway, swallowing hard as her hands shook. her eyes fell on the little bottle of blue pills on her bedside table and she quickly threw them into a drawer. then grace squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, letting out a breath, she laid back in bed. sleep was never easy for her, but she knew she wouldn’t even get a minute of sleep that night.
tip: romantic love is a social construction to opress women don't fall for it again -- xoxo red queen
.•♫•♬• ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ᴄᴜᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ •♬•♫•.
Bailey is chewing on her stuffed bunny in Jane’s lap as she does a conference with her parents in one of the open rooms. Her phone sitting by her laptop, attention not on her parents and the plans they were making for a wedding that seemed far off, hardly seems like the thing to push right now when she has at least two sisters here at the Summit so far that could be married first. She assumes they get the same long boring meetings with room to get a word in edgewise. A worker touches her shoulder, interrupting her train of thought that was on what she wanted to do when the meeting was done with, she plans to maybe spend the next several hours chasing her girlfriend? No, that doesn’t sound right to her ears, her flower sounds better around the palace walls hoping to get into a bit of trouble because they are young and aren’t meant to be caring about marriage or whatever it is that they should be carrying about. Of course, the trouble Jane has in mind isn’t the kind that would make front page news, in fact, it was more attempting to bake in the kitchen and making a mess that would have to be cleaned up by someone else. The worker asks her if she wants something to drink and Jane is quick to sign back that she wants wine, any kind because she is a free woman that can drink at this age and even with the distasteful look of judgment passing the worker’s eyes, she shrugs it off with a thank you.
When their back is turned and walking to go get it, her phone lights up, causing her parents to change topics accusing her of texting instead of paying attention to something so important. They quickly seem to forget about that lecture in time for Jane to reach out and grab her phone that was next to her computer. She puts in her zig-zag password and quickly finds a text waiting for her. The moment that she reads the words, it was as if ice water was thrown on her. The smile that she had been keeping falters for a second.
ᴛɪᴘ: ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴘᴘʀᴇss ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ -- xᴏxᴏ ʀᴇᴅ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ. Anyone that is on the food chain should know of this blog and Jane will be the last to admit that she reads that blog like it is the bible, following it just to see what is said about her. Xavier had given her a link to it days before she broke up with him for her duty, her country. Jane felt like she might be sick, her phone gets shut off the moment that she sees the message, eyes focusing back on her parents. Now was not the time to fret, to show emotion to something so little. But she does take a quick look around to see who could be screwing with her. Xavier’s behaviors weren’t known, she never really talked to anyone about it aside from Diana, the one that she had cried too with empty words from the older woman that she was better than him, that he wasn’t going to win, that she was strong. Diana wouldn’t blab though, Jane knows this from the fact that she knew things about the other that no one really knew, they shared secrets or at least sort of did never sharing how truly bad things were on each side. Jane never shared how worn that twenty-one year old made her, how he ripped every edge of the princess and made her feel like she was worthless. She never did tell the other that every sorry is something she believed for a long time, he promised that he wouldn’t hurt her again but he always did but never physically, not in a way that would get her parents noticing. No angry red marks, dark bruises on porcelain skin that could send her parents into a radge, no he left his marks in her mind. The moment the worker is back with her wine, she takes it with another soft thank you and she ends up drinking it faster than a princess should. the moment the meeting is over, her parents saying goodbye in French and leaving the group chat, Jane shuts her computer, leaving the glass on the table.
She puts her laptop in the bag and picks up Bailey, allowing the bag’s strap to go onto her shoulder and she is doing a steady walk toward her room, phone in her packet and she pretends that she isn’t wanting to get ill at the thought that someone knew about it. She wasn’t weak, Jane Elizabeth Grimaldi, the princess of Monaco wasn’t one to let anyone tear her down, she always thought she would never be in a relationship like Xavier’s but she was wrong. the moment she is in her room, Bailey is set on the floor and she is shutting the door tightly, leaning against the shut door and pulling out her phone and turning it back on, letting that text stare her square in the face and she feels like she might just run straight into the arms of Elle, of Regina, and tell them everything but she doesn’t. she feels frozen because her walls get taken down in the privacy of her own living quarters, swallowing hard trying to keep from crying, she shakes her head at the text. This means nothing. It says nothing about him...your relationship from the past is safe. It is just a warning about falling in love, not anything that couldn’t be sent to any woman. She is trying to reason her way out of this but her hand comes up to her mouth to muffle the cries that come, sobs wracking her body making her shake with a vengeance. Bailey comes licking her legs, trying to be comforting, the companion that she had always wanted but it does nothing to help.
Thirty minutes later, Jane had scrubbed her skin until it was a nice shade of pink in an attempt to wash away the mental shame, cleaned herself up and spent the next hour getting ready. Her phone sitting on the Bluetooth charger as if nothing had happened. A blue dress clinging to her skin, something Xavier hated as it was too provocative for his taste as when she had bought it he had hated it. Jane vowed she would show anyone that she wasn’t ruled by a past love. dress hanging on her just right, looking at it and twirling just to see if this was the image she wanted to show the word, she is pleased that it screams put together. Nothing was out of place in her appearance which wasn’t how she felt on the inside.
She takes plenty of photos that night during dinner and even after when she is chatting with others, posting them to Instagram with fake happiness.
𝐨𝐟𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢: Having a blast tonight. Have plenty of things to share about my love life at a later date.
She is playing a dangerous game posting that as her caption but she is living on the edge. When she gets back to her room after she can’t even walk straight, her feet aching like a bitch she lets her phone sit on her bed as she strips down to just her bra and panties before crawling under the covers. She opens the text up and brings the keyboard up. ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ. ᴛʀʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. She texts the number, unsure if the person would even get it. She screenshots the message before she deletes the real message and her reply from her texts, phone falling on her chest before she bothers to roll over onto her side and attempt to go to sleep. One thing was clear, she can't let her heart to be involved in this marriage if she wants to survive it.
i wonder how the wholesome-steins would react to finding out you kept the true nature of the queen's death to yourself. would anyone even believe you? - love, Red Queen
daniella was just going on about her day, having just got back from a walk out with ares. during the walk she did not check her phone so when she finally settled on her bed to check her messages, she saw the notification of an anonymous one, which made her eyebrows furrow in confusion. and just like that, the rest of the notifications were forgotten as she quickly started to read the message.
how would the holsteins react.
the nature of the queen’s death.
would anyone even believe.
the words stung. it made her eyes well up immediately ---- she had spent so long bottling it up, she had not cried for this in a long time and now that it was being brought up -- and even mocked of -- by some anonymous person ... she couldn’t handle it. as tears streamed down her face the princess quickly deleted the message and threw the phone away from her on the bed. yet, the words still kept roaming in her mind. she couldn’t help but lock herself in her room thinking about all that till the sun came down ... what would they really think ?
