#royalspare

[swannbond]

STARTER // @royalspare

To say she had never been in the presence of royalty before would be a lie. However, last time she'd been in a uniform and the meeting had been painfully formal. Now, she was sat across a young man with a tortured expression and a mind full of doubts and fears about the events of the past few months. It had been quite the shock to pretty much the entire world: both king and heir dead and buried within a year. Almost too tragic to be true.

Mathilde had never cared very much about the turmoil and drama of royalty. Except that one time a prince had been working to undermine democracy in a handful countries, but that was a tale for another day. The reason she cared today was simple: there was a possibility that her father's murder was linked to his father's murder. And so when the opportunity arose to once again use her skills in His Majesty's service, she reluctantly took it.

"You know who I am," she hummed, icey blue eyes falling on the prince regent. "So I hope you're smart enough to know that you need me. If you want to know the cold, hard truth about what happened to your father and your brother, I'm the only one who can give it to you."

[clochanam-archive]

making sure their drink is just right

an undoubtedly adorable meme that blue cannot find.

she sits at the breakfast bar with a half-emptied bag of frozen peas pressed to her shoulder and a plate holding one fresh croissant in front of her. both the chill and the pastry are ignored, however, in pursuit of watching the prince pain-stakingly measure out the coffee, milk, and half a teaspoon of brown sugar into the large blue mug, still discussing how their latest exploits have vastly increased their chances of getting justice for his father. all the while, he counts down the seconds on his watch, and a smile tugs at her lips and grows into a fond grin as she sees him mouthing the number thirty, nods, and then passes the mug to her. down to a science. her bruised shoulder seems almost worth it now, to be served her perfect coffee by a literal prince.

" okay. so the next move should probably be to find out who the previous rotation of royal guards were. not the ones on duty when your father died, but the ones who came before. " she takes a small mouthful, and hums her genuine approval, settling back and readjusting the frozen peas. " excellent work, your highness. "

[goldshadows]

@royalspare : #liam: 🥰😍🥵🤤

" well, looks like i caught somebody's eye. "

[goldshadows]

@royalspare : "if they know you're with me, they'll leave you alone." → dramatic & protective / accepting.

" that's not " she has to stop for a moment, wondering if he was serious. " in my experience, the exact opposite is the case. " speaking of paparazzi that have been relentlessly harassing her every time she steps out of a building. knowing him had caused them to follow her everywhere and criticize every single thing she does. now, with the guards and his security detail it was supposed to be different ? some of them recognized her by now but there were some that grew ( rightfully so ) suspicious and ( needlessly so ) aggressive when she tells them she knows him. liam barely just saved her from being escorted out this time and once they let of her, she fixes her posture and her blouse. can't help but feel slightly humiliated. " i tried to tell them that i'm with you. they wouldn't listen. "

[goldshadows]

[ comfort ] (for sav)

@royalspare / non-verbal angst / accepting

she's desperately trying to stop her hands from shaking and her breath from catching. get yourself together, savannah, she reminds herself over and over in her head. he shouldn't be seeing her like this, she doesn't want him to. she should be put together and keep up appearances and he said something. his words don't quite reach her but his voice does. finally bringing her focus back to him, she exhales a sharp breath - feeling herself getting closer to hyperventilating. " i-i ... i just need a minute, i'm sorry. "