#princeromanov

[birdiegustaf]

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Today was a day of celebration and love, but for Birdie, her one true love was back in Sweden. Thousands of miles away and having only been able to have very brief contact, Birdie was feeling rather blue about the entire situation. It’s why, for once in her life, she was going to indulge in a few drinks to celebrate her own way. However, after the fourth glass of champagne, the young princess was heavily feeling the effects of the drugs that had been laced with the liquid.

The lights twinkling a little brighter than they should and the food smelling extra delicious, Birdie consumed a little bit of everything being served, before finding herself wandering over to someone she had currently been spending more than enough time with, Ivan Romanov. With the courage of a lion, she plopped down next to him with a grin and spoke, “We should get out of here...And go...make our own fun...” She wasn’t sure what was coming out of her mouth, but she kind of liked it and the feeling it gave her taking charge.

[llockedinacage]

Dark eyes scanned the possible paths forward while he scratched at his stubbled jaw absentmindedly. A thick hedge framed the way on one side and a makeshift wall on the other. His companion had been swept away by another fancy sometime ago and he was left to find his way back through the haunted maze on his own. His attention was snapped to the side when the leaves of the hedge started rustling. He jumped back a step, expecting someone to try to scare him but instead a grimacing jack-o-lantern rolled through the leaves and branches towards his feet. He quirked a brow and stopped the pumpkins movement with his foot, “What kind of ghoul goes there?” amused, he called to the other side of the hedge.

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[birdiegustaf]

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She had seen him several times around the castle, but had never really spoken to him, aside from the quick kiss he had laid upon her lips a week or so ago, when some troll had put mistletoe all over the castle. The kiss had caught her off guard, but what surprised her even more was the fact that she had actually enjoyed it. She had a boyfriend back home in Sweden. A man she had loved with all of her heart, but she hadn’t heard from him since coming to the castle, and as much as Birdie had hated to admit it, she caught her mind wandering.

Book in hand and a mug of hot cocoa sitting nearby, the twenty-three year old sat in a large chair next to a blazing fire wrapped in a blanket. Usually by this time of night it seemed parts of the castle had died down, and embracing the quiet, Birdie delved into the horror novel she had just found at the bookstore in the village a few days earlier. Engulfed in the words of Stephen King, her mind had pushed out everything around her, including anyone who might have joined her in the large empty room.

Chewing on her bottom lip, she slowly turned the page as her eyes grew wide with fear of what was happening in the novel. It had been times like these when she had wished Theo had been next to her holding her tightly, but instead, she pulled the large fuzzy blanket tighter around her small body, until she had felt safe. Yet, as much as she didn’t want to feel scared knowing she was going to be roaming the halls alone, when she was ready for bed, Birdie couldn’t stop reading excited for what was to come next.

[forgottenjosie]

🎄 (James, Ivan or Pim)

Snow-covered the ground from one end of the grounds to the other. Not one blade of grass could be seen for miles. Josie only knew this to be a fact for she just spent the last 20 minutes staring out the window looking for the tiniest spot of grass. Frustrated with all the snow that kept her trapped inside, the Wales Princess set out for the library. Maybe this time she would be able to find a book that she found interesting. That’s of course if she made it there without running into another person under a mistletoe. Within two days of the sudden appearance of mistletoes all over the castle, Josie was certain it was a scheme played by the staff on all the royals. By day four Josie thought she had found them all that proved to be false when she found herself standing under one of the leafy greens from hell with the Crown Prince of Russia. “Can we please forgo tradition this once?” She asked while glancing up at the mistletoe.

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[ofalannah-blog]

[text] I just came up with the most amazing idea.

[ text  → dmitri ] and i can’t wait to hear all about it