#princedaan

[dearirma]

irma did not do things the way they should have been done, and she was quietly proud of that fact; so instead of waiting for somebody to escort her to her future husband, the manx princess tracked him down herself. 

whether or not she knew where daan was or happened to run into him after simply thinking about him was left unanswered, and instead she leant against the doorframe of the room, white linen dress draping femininely across her delicate figure. “just the man i wanted to find,” irma said lightly, grinning. “daan, is it?” [ @princedaan ]

[hrhagnes-blog]

@princedaan !

          daan’s texts had been       ominous ,      to say the least .          whatever it was ,      however ,      it didn’t particularly worry agnes .          what     was     worrying her was the prospect of having to openly talk to her brother ,        who she’d been shut out by and had later finished shutting out herself .                  still ,     something about family and loyalty .                  her steps guided her to daan’s room and she knocked a couple times before walking in ,      if only for announcing herself .                                 ‘      what’s the matter ?      ---- wait .      ‘            locking behind ,       she arched her brows at her brother as she moved to sit next to the window ,       pulling out a previously rolled cigarette and lighting it .                              ‘      you have my      undivided     attention now .      ‘