Royal Blood

Theo Hayden Rold Henriksen prince of denmark closed rp blog

[theo-henriksen]

theo-henriksen​:

End of the gala

Figures in riot gear roamed the halls with automatic weapons at the ready. Rooms had been cleared. Doors left flung wide in the stately corridors of Versailles. Smoke billowed around a corner. 

Theo did the unthinkable. He turned away from his escorts and ran, ignoring their calls of confusion telling him to come back. 

Julia. He had not seen Julia.

The sprint of his own feet echoed on marble. He reached the last place Julia had been, when they had yet another vague conversation balanced on tight smiles and indirect looks. The wrong room. She had been in the wrong room. 

Theo yanked at the handle of the door, head spinning and heart racing so fast he thought he would die. 

The seated, slumped over person was familiar, but not her. Theo froze. 

King Otto lifted his head, eyes unfocused– at first Theo thought he might not have been seen. His father had grown frail over the last few years. The prince knew the inevitable would happen eventually. Just not when, or exactly how to put it in motion. 

Until then. ‘Mik?’ The king ran a hand over hair that had grown steadily whiter recently. ‘It–it is the damnedest thing, boy. I cannot find my glasses. Jeg har kigget hele natten…’

Theo backed away. He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. 

–

Moments later Theo was met again by men in black fatigues. A smaller contingency, joined by his chief of staff. Rykard held a phone to his ear but turned to Theo as he spoke. ‘The prince is safe, however he has just returned from King Otto’s suite. King Otto was not there and remains missing.’ A ripple of concern showed on Rykard’s brow as he looked to the prince.

Theo mirrored the concern back. “That is correct. He was not there.” He waited the space of a blink. “I want parliament to remain assembled and to expect my address to them as soon as I am on the plane. So stop wasting time and get me out of here.” 

[theo-henriksen]

konigarenofgermany​:

theo-henriksen​:

lucyofstormbreach:

“Jesus, fuck.”

The clatter of the gun was cold, metal on concrete. She kicked back, wildly, the edge of her boot connecting with something solid. Ouch. Twisting, the grip on her jacket held firm. “What the fuck is wrong with y–”

Lucy stared at the ground. Where were the others? They were supposed to be right behind her. Even armed, one on two wasn’t fantastic odds, and they needed these two. She caught a look at the German; he looked weaker than he was.

Blood rushed in her ears, the need to get control of the situation outweighing all else. 

“Let.” Her teeth gritted, hand reaching back and finding exposed skin at his wrist. Her nails dug in. “Me. Go.”

@theo-henriksen

–

The blonde came forward with the rope, but as she did Aaron sprung towards her. No more snappy one liners were heard from the king. Instead, a grappling match broke out between royal and pirate. 

The gun stumbled out of a hand and fell with a dangerous clack to the ground. Frantically he scanned and reflexively leapt to claim the weapon. 

A few seconds after pointing the gun at a pirate, he realized his finger was on the trigger. Pressed firmly, no give, only a quick squeeze needed. 

Theo’s breath caught in his throat. No longer tortured by fear and plagued by inaction. This time, he would do it. If she lunged, if she reached, if ‘Lucy’ said the wrong thing– he would kill a pirate without the hesitations or remorse that clung to him on the island. 

Blood streaked across Aaron’s face. The image kept sounds of heavy boots and shouts in English coming down the hall from registering. Theo shook the beginning of a loose wrap of rope around his wrist and tossed it to the floor and kept the gun trained on Lucy. “In the freezer you go.” 

@konigarenofgermany​

-

The elbow caught Aaron in the jaw. His teeth cut into the inside of his cheek, his tongue–the blow made him see stars but he willed his arms to keep a hold on the struggling pirate. “No,” he said when she told him to let him go. He was not a fighter, but he was not an idiot, either. 

The heel of her boot connected with his ankle and Aaron swore under his breath, but the more she hit him, the more furious he felt. His teeth flashed, grimacing, and he held on.

Theo dove for the gun and in seconds it was over, the three of them froze in place. Aaron looked above the pirate’s shoulder, his grip on her still tight, and met Theo’s gaze. The tip of the gun was in his periphery, but Aaron’s blood ran cold when he saw the look in the prince’s eyes.

“Theo,” he said. Warningly. Consolingly. He wasn’t sure. They could not kill her, no matter how much Theo wanted to, and that was all Aaron knew. Even if Lucy wished them both dead and would have put a bullet in his brain, Aaron couldn’t wish the same for her. It was a fatal flaw, he knew.

His head turned and he spat blood on the floor, the taste of copper flooding his senses along with a dizzying pain radiating from his jaw. He gave Lucy a shove and sent her toward the freezer, closing and locking the door behind her.

“You’ll be fine. Probably,” he said through the door. Aaron turned to Theo and nodded, silently motioning for him to come with him to find the servant door to escape. No time to celebrate, or even feel a bit of relief–they could still get their asses killed if they weren’t careful. All he knew is they had to go.

end.

[theo-henriksen]

End of the gala

Figures in riot gear roamed the halls with automatic weapons at the ready. Rooms had been cleared. Doors left flung wide in the stately corridors of Versailles. Smoke billowed around a corner. 

Theo did the unthinkable. He turned away from his escorts and ran, ignoring their calls of confusion telling him to come back. 

Julia. He had not seen Julia.

The sprint of his own feet echoed on marble. He reached the last place Julia had been, when they had yet another vague conversation balanced on tight smiles and indirect looks. The wrong room. She had been in the wrong room. 

Theo yanked at the handle of the door, head spinning and heart racing so fast he thought he would die. 

The seated, slumped over person was familiar, but not her. Theo froze. 

King Otto lifted his head, eyes unfocused-- at first Theo thought he might not have been seen. His father had grown frail over the last few years. The prince knew the inevitable would happen eventually. Just not when, or exactly how to put it in motion. 

Until then. ‘Mik?’ The king ran a hand over hair that had grown steadily whiter recently. ‘It--it is the damnedest thing, boy. I cannot find my glasses. Jeg har kigget hele natten...’

Theo backed away. He stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. 

--

Moments later Theo was met again by men in black fatigues. A smaller contingency, joined by his chief of staff. Rykard held a phone to his ear but turned to Theo as he spoke. 'The prince is safe, however he has just returned from King Otto’s suite. King Otto was not there and remains missing.’ A ripple of concern showed on Rykard’s brow as he looked to the prince.

Theo mirrored the concern back. “That is correct. He was not there.” He waited the space of a blink. “I want parliament to remain assembled and to expect my address to them as soon as I am on the plane. So stop wasting time and get me out of here.” 

[theo-henriksen]

lucyofstormbreach:

-

Lucy. Aaron flinched when she made a move for him, abandoning the temptation to return a dry hallo back to her with all of the malice he could muster. He exhaled sharply and kept a dark glare on his face as the pirate explained their options, while trying to note any nearby exits in his periphery.

Aaron swallowed and tried to calm the rush of adrenaline that urged him to fight or flee. His tongue swept over his lips but his whole mouth was so dry it was hard to speak.

“I do not recognize you from the island, Lucy,” he spoke carefully, even diplomatically.

The moment she got close was the moment he would try to clock where her gun was. After that, he wasn’t sure. He could go for it. But he could get shot. If he did nothing, he would be tied up and useless, totally at the mercy of these pirates. With no hope of rescue probably. Aaron tried not to let his mind wander to where his family was–knowing they were in danger would only make him want to try and steal the gun from Lucy more.

He wondered if Theo was thinking the same thing. There were two of them and only one of her.

Aaron glanced at Theo for a moment before turning his eyes back to the pirate. She got closer. “What are you planning to do after we are tied up? Or is that your kink.”

The rope was brought to Theo first and Aaron watched for any sign of a gun. His reflex set, when he saw a flash of black metal from underneath the back of her jacket, he went for it. One hand swiped up the fabric of the jacket as the other closed around the holster, just as an elbow caught him in the face. Aaron reeled backward–he thought he had a solid death grip on the gun, but before he knew it, the gun was gone. On the floor? Aaron grabbed a fistful of jacket fabric and pulled as hard as he could to try and move her away and keep her engaged with him. Theo could sort the rest.

@lucyofstormbreach

“Jesus, fuck.”

The clatter of the gun was cold, metal on concrete. She kicked back, wildly, the edge of her boot connecting with something solid. Ouch. Twisting, the grip on her jacket held firm. “What the fuck is wrong with y–”

Lucy stared at the ground. Where were the others? They were supposed to be right behind her. Even armed, one on two wasn’t fantastic odds, and they needed these two. She caught a look at the German; he looked weaker than he was.

Blood rushed in her ears, the need to get control of the situation outweighing all else. 

“Let.” Her teeth gritted, hand reaching back and finding exposed skin at his wrist. Her nails dug in. “Me. Go.”

@theo-henriksen

--

The blonde came forward with the rope, but as she did Aaron sprung towards her. No more snappy one liners were heard from the king. Instead, a grappling match broke out between royal and pirate. 

The gun stumbled out of a hand and fell with a dangerous clack to the ground. Frantically he scanned and reflexively leapt to claim the weapon. 

A few seconds after pointing the gun at a pirate, he realized his finger was on the trigger. Pressed firmly, no give, only a quick squeeze needed. 

Theo’s breath caught in his throat. No longer tortured by fear and plagued by inaction. This time, he would do it. If she lunged, if she reached, if ‘Lucy’ said the wrong thing-- he would kill a pirate without the hesitations or remorse that clung to him on the island. 

Blood streaked across Aaron’s face. The image kept sounds of heavy boots and shouts in English coming down the hall from registering. Theo shook the beginning of a loose wrap of rope around his wrist and tossed it to the floor and kept the gun trained on Lucy. “In the freezer you go.” 

@konigarenofgermany​

[theo-henriksen]

lucyofstormbreach​:

konigarenofgermany​:​

The king hadn’t stopped moving since he was forced into the confined freezer with Theo. The tiny space was barely long enough for three paces, and after a few seconds of muttering in German to himself, and bumping shoulders with Theo, the prince told him to shut up. 

Aaron froze in place and looked at Theo with a twitch of his nose to resist full-on snarling. Be smart about it. The words of a former pirate on a distant island echoed in his head like a mantra. His heart leapt into his throat and color started to drain from his face as the motionless seconds dragged his full on panic attack to the surface. Be smart about it.

He inhaled. “Sorry.” Theo wasn’t his enemy. They needed to work together. Maybe in the brief time they’d been alone, they should have been strategizing. There was a click from the door.

Freedom was a few steps away, but it seemed too easy. Aaron didn’t want to be target practice. Then Theo told him to open the door, and it was really their only option. He thought he’d heard a woman speak from outside. Aaron pushed open the door and stepped out, his eyes landing on an armed woman… eating a cupcake.

“Who the hell are you?”

@lucyofstormbreach​

“I’m Lucy.” Tracing her fingertip along the edge of the cupcake liner, she folded it in thirds. Then bent the edges in on the diagonal, crimping it tightly for crisp, firm lines. And then in half, and again, until all that was left of the cupcake was a tiny, golden square of foil. She flicked it with her forefinger, careening past the taller prince’s ear. “You must be Theodore.”

And then, over her shoulder just a bit: “Hi, Aaron.”

She’d heard rumors of the pirates from the first go-round with royal captivity. Leaden dolts, the lot of them. Thought with their bits rather than their brains, and they’d all seen how that went. Using her tongue to clean a bit of cupcake from her teeth, Lucy shrugged and hopped down. “You can stop looking so stern. It was just a refrigerator.”

Procuring a length of rope, she nodded to Theo’s hands. “I do have to tie you up. I don’t think you want to fight me on that. But if you do, I can shoot you first–” her boot went out to keep Aaron at bay. “–and then tie you up. It’s like one of those books. Choose your own adventure.”

She smiled.

“All roads lead to Lucy. What’ll it be?”

--

Ludicrous. This woman making threats while eating a fucking cupcake. Acting like an entitled sorority girl taking over the next fundraiser from her sisters. 

Theo kept a healthy distance from whispers of a royal rebellion on the island. His sister had already died under the pirates’ watch, his little brother was in an exceptionally fragile state of mind. Theo’s own will had been broken by the Tierney daughter. He seduced himself into rotting in the comfort of his own helplessness. 

But from the distance he had admired Aaron’s quiet (and sometimes not so quiet) determination to escape. The Danish prince couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that the royals had strength in numbers yet couldn’t be rallied to come together in a show of force. 

Here they were again. 

He slid a glance to Herzog. The German prince lived with one of these barbarians. Surely he had learned something after all this time of sleeping with the enemy.  I will help you this time, Aaron. 

Because Theo would not hide his head in the sand this time. Half his family had died at the hands of rogue pirates. And he refused to return to the way things had been. 

His eyes returned to the blonde. “Tie us up.” Kill us. Aaron might not appreciate the suggestion. “Stop with the theatrics and do what you came to do, Lucy.” Theo would remember her face, her name, the cocky smile and color of her boots. He would remember every stitch of detail there in the kitchen in order to hunt her down later.

@konigarenofgermany​

[theo-henriksen]

lucyofstormbreach​:

battleroyalehq​:

The Kitchens

Why don’t you two cool down? The armed guard says with a satisfied chuckle before shoving a German king and a Danish prince into the walk-in refrigerator. His counterpart laughs and rolls his eyes. The door slams shut on the royals, no way of opening the refrigerator from the inside. The guard taps the butt of his rifle on the metal door clang, clang before disappearing from the frosted circular window’s view.

@lucyofstormbreach @theo-henriksen @konigarenofgermany 

Anyone can start the thread. Please post on your own blog and tag your partners!

This was new.

The gun felt solid, strapped against her hip, its heft concealed beneath a cropped leather jacket. Lucy resisted the urge to check the barrel a third time before she walked into the kitchen, glancing between the two guards: Pat, taller, and Cat, shorter. And surely there was a ‘rat’ somewhere in here, Lucy mused.

She wasn’t typically the one called in for these situations, instead preferring to sit on Stormbreach and watch people come and go. She was an excellent concierge, chequier, confidant, and it was the latter that got her off the ship. People liked Lucy. They liked to talk to her, and tell her what they thought, and trust that she would keep it to herself. And she did, mostly.

Ignoring the refrigerator for the moment, she crossed the kitchen to the tall bakery shelves. Loaves of French bread stacked across the top six, but lower she found lines of cupcakes, their frosting crisp, exposed to oxygen. She took one, and nodded her head at Pat and Cat to scoot. They – mostly Cat – glared at the cupcake, before leaving the kitchen.

She unlocked the refrigerator but left it shut, vaguely hearing voices inside. It wasn’t like Lucy to pry. Instead, she took a bite of the cupcake – chocolate – and sat on one of the stainless steel tables opposite the refrigerator door. The gun remained clasped in its holster, the knife in her boot a comforting reassurance. Lucy sighed.

“Are you two coming out, or is this your kink?”

Years of practice had honed the skill of discreetly hiding the panic. In many a meeting pirates entered the conversation. Theo learned to perform at least a semblance of pursed lip breathing without anyone knowing the difference. Hands clasped together, practically wrung white and worried, were obscured by the table he sat at. Or behind his back. 

It was difficult to hide in a freezer with a king much more neurotic than himself. Theo didn’t dislike Herzog, but in the claustrophobic space and under such conditions every scowl and clip of a word from the man grated. A furrow dug itself deeper on Theo’s brow. 

Not long into the ordeal Theo had snapped a shut up at Aaron. An action he would regret on a normal evening. In the industrial freezer the Danish prince couldn’t see the racks of frozen shrimp and sauces. The burn of the cold wasn’t more painful than the frost felt the moment they were shoved into a walk-in. 

He wouldn’t be going to another island or the damp, disgusting hold of a ship.  Never again, they might as well kill him this time. 

The slide of the lock moved heavily on the other side stopped his shivering. A silent question was shared between himself and Herzog. What would they find on the other side of the door? Aaron didn’t move fast enough for Theo. “Open the door.” 

@konigarenofgermany​

[theo-henriksen]

😥 for your muse to receive a troubling text while speaking to mine.

The Danish prince parted ways with the smoking crowd to linger outside on his own. A string quartet performed for a dwindling crowd, just shy of midnight, until only Theo remained. The music was calm, relaxing on a night his blood otherwise boiled. To honor pirates with essentially participation awards was a new low for the monarchies. Thanks for playing nice with royals and not kidnapping anyone!! Fucking ludicrous. 

By the time Lecia joined him outside much of his disgust for the night had burned away. He clapped with the princess as the quartet ended a long set and began to pack up for the evening. Theo felt the buzz of his phone in a pocket but wasn’t in a rush to answer. “I say we pretend to be one of the musicians and sneak out of here with them.”

Another round of insistent buzzing in his pocket. A curse was uttered in Danish as he found his mobile. So. Many. Texts. Could it not wait? He opened one message but looked up at Lecia before reading. “What was the bar we snuck into underage in Lisbon by telling them we were with the band?” 

[theo-henriksen]

infantacardoza​:

theo-henriksen​:

infantacardoza

​:

Lecia clapped politely. Her soft gloves muffled the sound. She looked up at Theo, and pursed her lips, a silent judgement cast over the performance. She enjoyed the night air far more than the slow music. Granted, this was not a night out in Ibiza, but she would have preferred something a little more lively. The night was young. She was having a great time. Dancing was the order of the evening, and then maybe something to eat. Her stomach was getting a bit growly.

“This is the night after we try to sneak you into my school? Or it is when we eat the big cake that covers a table? I remember this more than once.” She glanced at his phone. That was exactly why she liked to set hers to silent without vibration. People could message as much as they wanted, and she would answer when it was convenient.

“I say…” She began, her lips turning up at the corners, “We should hide you in the case of the big violin. You can squish a little, yes? Fold the legs? Then I will carry the case, and be the musician.”

–

He thought for a moment. Maybe the name of the bar wasn’t as important. “It was both, I think. The cake was good.” So was a night spent in an all-girl’s boarding school. Too bad life wasn’t that simple anymore. Theo’s head shook slow. “I am not terribly squishy. Even so, you would not be able to carry me out. If anyone should climb into the case, it would be you.” 

His smile grew wider. Theo would like to see Lecia climb into the instrument case. His mouth opened to continue the thought but he was interrupted once more by another text. “Sorry…” 

A finger lifted and he looked at the phone. Rykard had begun to flood him with messages growing more frantic with every buzz. His brows folded tight. A spike of anger shot through his chest. 

“My father is missing.” Because of fucking course he was. His thumb scrolled further and the simmering rage began to change shape. “Uhm.”  He fired off a message back to Rykard. “Several people are… they can’t be found.” Another pause. “Could you message Simon and find out what is going on inside?”

-

“No, I am the musician, and - ” Lecia could only gap at finger asking for her silence for however long he needed to look at his phone. He just… he would put her in the instrument case, and then… and not he wasn’t even listening. Her fingers clenched into two tiny fists, and her head shook vehemently. She had called dibs. Not officially, but it had been her idea. If anyone was going in the case, it was him. 

“Missing?” she repeated. What did that mean, missing?

She understood the word just fine. It was the context that was taking a moment for her to grasp - the why and the how and the who, beyond his father obviously. She wrinkled her nose as if an unpleasant smell had just wafted below it, and continued to puzzle over it. People stole away for a quiet moment in a back room all the time at these sorts of things, but missing was a whole different beast. One that she and Theo were both well acquainted with. The thought made her blood run cold.

Her head turned sharply, eyes narrowed at the shadows lurking among the tall shrubberies as she searched the courtyard for something. She wasn’t sure what. Something out of place. When she didn’t see anything, she quickly reached out to grab Theo’s hand.

“We go inside,” she said, “Now. Somewhere safe. I message for Simon on the way.”

--

I’m sure they’re fine did not make it to his lips. King Otto was one thing. The man went missing while physically present in a room more and more. Theo had run out of empathy. He had stopped answering each time his father asked why Kennet was always running late. 

They weren’t fine. The jarring horror of history repeating itself couldn’t be ignored. A particular paranoia stoked whenever near any associate of a Tierney. There were pirates running around the gala all night. Honored in the most deplorable, deceitful manner. Not normalized but put on a pedestal-- 

“Yes. Let’s go inside. Tell Simon to meet us.” They were closest to catering. “In the kitchen. Tell him to come to the kitchen and bring whoever is with him.” 

Theo checked Lecia’s expression for signs he might be too doom and gloom. She would tell him, wouldn’t she? 

“I would never fit into the case. I’m the musician. You’re the cello.”  

[julia-lauridsen]

👀 for catching your muse in/leaving/entering someone else’s room (Theo)

11:52pm Stop eating.  11:53pm But the pakora will go soggy overnight! xx  11:53pm STOP eating. 11:53 Say please. xx 11:54pm You are ri--

“Oh, sorry.” Julia murmured, narrowly avoiding a collision as she walked down the hallway. The carpet was plush, here, which her tired feet rejoiced for momentarily before realizing that her heels sunk into it, making each step a little more difficult than the last. Texting helped. Ben helped. Thinking of pakora helped.

She glanced up and gave a tight, polite smile. Her eyes didn’t focus right away, and it wasn’t thanks to too much drink, she was sure of it. But pakora sounded good. And malai kofta. And those honey pastry rounds. And -- 

“Oh, hey.”

Hi would have been better. A little less casual. Or hello! Hello was properly formal. At the sight of Theo, her spine stacked straight. Uneasiness filled the space between them, her gaze flitting quickly from him to the wall behind him. The room number glinted gold, and she twisted -- barely more than a twitch -- to glance at the room behind her. 254. Hers was 254-- no, 245. Thank fuck, she was almost there.

“Are you-- you’re not staying--”

Lines crossed her brow, she bobbed her head side to side and made a quick face. Rewind. What was she trying to say? Was it important?

Finger over her shoulder, she pointed to the room he’d just exited. “Are you here?”

@theo-henriksen

[theo-henriksen]

The scene was all too familiar. One, the other, or someone a little bleary-eyed and trying to make it home. The gestures, the grinding of the gear shift into reverse in the middle of a sentence. Theo remembered, but as a person who had heard the story second hand. They weren’t so close anymore, if they ever were to begin with. Theo might have been the only one to think so at the time. 

“Hey.” Confiding in Rykard hadn’t changed. Only the other man’s title had, to official staff. Theo had likely told Lotte more than she ever cared to know about his past. 

It was a long time ago.

He still laughed quietly under a smile, pleased to see Julia having fun. “Yes.” Theo wasn’t sure why he said yes. He shook his head, the smile turning apologetic, glancing again at the door as if it anything had changed. “Oh, uh. No. I meant to say no. Not exactly. My parents are supposed to be here. There is some confusion downstairs. I was trying to find them and sort it out.” 

Theo hadn’t much to worry about at Cambridge. Julia probably would not see the worry in his expression. “I wanted to say hi earlier. Every time I had the chance, you were gone. Is everything okay? Ben is doing well too I hope?” 

[hedwigthediffident]

😱 for my muse startling your muse and causing them to knock over a vase. (oh whoops, I meant from Theo)

Hedwig stepped out into the hallway after checking on her mother. The night had certainly brought out the knives between her mother and Aunt Gisela, and Hedwig felt as if she was playing referee to a boxing match up until dinner. She could not even discern what they were fighting about, other than her mother being appalled at Gisela’s “attitude.” Ugh. Knowing that Ollie’s beau would be around, and that Aaron would be no help, Hedwig did her best to keep them separated the rest of the evening.

Which meant she had zero fun. She checked her phone for the time and sighed heavily as she walked, a bit aimlessly, to try and find the... after party? Surely there was one. With her head angled down at her phone, she didn’t notice someone had appeared in front of her. “Oh!” she squeaked, stumbling backward, catching her dress under her shoe, and then tumbling all the way to the floor along with a vase. She stared at the broken vase and looked up to see Theo standing over her. And immediately burst into tears.

@theo-henriksen

[theo-henriksen]

@hedwigthediffident​ 

He hadn’t planned on spooking her or such a well-executed fall to follow. Theo barely had time to think, let alone reach out to prevent Hedwig from crashing to the floor with the vase. 

The prince bent down. “I am so, so sorry. Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?” The tears were concerning. Hopefully only her pride was hurt. And the replica vase in bits on the tile. Theo edged around to steady Hedwig in his arms and help her up. The crunch of porcelain could be heard under Hedwig’s feet. 

A moment before the prince of Denmark had been planning an escape. Perhaps the murmurings of vanished royalty in one of the most famous palaces of the world inspired the fantasy. The memory of pirates ambushing Theo and his siblings on the road and everything after... 

He couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t keep his father on a leash either, continuing to create lie after lie for a stubborn old man who refused to give up the crown when the king could offer no more than muddled thoughts and incoherent ramblings. 

What if he ran away tonight and never returned? 

Hedwig interrupted. “May I walk you to your room?”

[theo-henriksen]

😥 for your muse to receive a troubling text while speaking to mine.

The Danish prince parted ways with the smoking crowd to linger outside on his own. A string quartet performed for a dwindling crowd, just shy of midnight, until only Theo remained. The music was calm, relaxing on a night his blood otherwise boiled. To honor pirates with essentially participation awards was a new low for the monarchies. Thanks for playing nice with royals and not kidnapping anyone!! Fucking ludicrous. 

By the time Lecia joined him outside much of his disgust for the night had burned away. He clapped with the princess as the quartet ended a long set and began to pack up for the evening. Theo felt the buzz of his phone in a pocket but wasn’t in a rush to answer. “I say we pretend to be one of the musicians and sneak out of here with them.”

Another round of insistent buzzing in his pocket. A curse was uttered in Danish as he found his mobile. So. Many. Texts. Could it not wait? He opened one message but looked up at Lecia before reading. “What was the bar we snuck into underage in Lisbon by telling them we were with the band?” 

[theo-henriksen]

infantacardoza​:

Lecia clapped politely. Her soft gloves muffled the sound. She looked up at Theo, and pursed her lips, a silent judgement cast over the performance. She enjoyed the night air far more than the slow music. Granted, this was not a night out in Ibiza, but she would have preferred something a little more lively. The night was young. She was having a great time. Dancing was the order of the evening, and then maybe something to eat. Her stomach was getting a bit growly.

“This is the night after we try to sneak you into my school? Or it is when we eat the big cake that covers a table? I remember this more than once.” She glanced at his phone. That was exactly why she liked to set hers to silent without vibration. People could message as much as they wanted, and she would answer when it was convenient.

“I say…” She began, her lips turning up at the corners, “We should hide you in the case of the big violin. You can squish a little, yes? Fold the legs? Then I will carry the case, and be the musician.”

--

He thought for a moment. Maybe the name of the bar wasn’t as important. “It was both, I think. The cake was good.” So was a night spent in an all-girl’s boarding school. Too bad life wasn’t that simple anymore. Theo’s head shook slow. “I am not terribly squishy. Even so, you would not be able to carry me out. If anyone should climb into the case, it would be you.” 

His smile grew wider. Theo would like to see Lecia climb into the instrument case. His mouth opened to continue the thought but he was interrupted once more by another text. “Sorry...” 

A finger lifted and he looked at the phone. Rykard had begun to flood him with messages growing more frantic with every buzz. His brows folded tight. A spike of anger shot through his chest. 

“My father is missing.” Because of fucking course he was. His thumb scrolled further and the simmering rage began to change shape. “Uhm.”  He fired off a message back to Rykard. “Several people are... they can’t be found.” Another pause. “Could you message Simon and find out what is going on inside?”

[theo-henriksen]

😥 for your muse to receive a troubling text while speaking to mine.

The Danish prince parted ways with the smoking crowd to linger outside on his own. A string quartet performed for a dwindling crowd, just shy of midnight, until only Theo remained. The music was calm, relaxing on a night his blood otherwise boiled. To honor pirates with essentially participation awards was a new low for the monarchies. Thanks for playing nice with royals and not kidnapping anyone!! Fucking ludicrous. 

By the time Lecia joined him outside much of his disgust for the night had burned away. He clapped with the princess as the quartet ended a long set and began to pack up for the evening. Theo felt the buzz of his phone in a pocket but wasn’t in a rush to answer. “I say we pretend to be one of the musicians and sneak out of here with them.”

Another round of insistent buzzing in his pocket. A curse was uttered in Danish as he found his mobile. So. Many. Texts. Could it not wait? He opened one message but looked up at Lecia before reading. “What was the bar we snuck into underage in Lisbon by telling them we were with the band?” 

[battleroyalehq]

The clock strikes midnight. Send me a prompt for a quick, four post thread.

(OOC: After four posts, your characters will get a notification!)

😱 for my muse startling your muse and causing them to knock over a vase. 👀 for catching your muse in/leaving/entering someone else’s room. 👣 for your muse and my muse exploring the garden maze. 🍸 for my muse to find your muse behind the bar. ☎️ for one of our muses needing help finding a lost (cellphone, earring, watch, or other item). 😥 for your muse to receive a troubling text while speaking to mine. 🍺 for my muse to help your drunk muse walk back to their room. 🔑 for your muse to tell my muse that they overheard a guest has gone missing.

[theo-henriksen]

hedwigthediffident​:

theo.

-

Hedwig’s expression softened into a small frown as Theo opened up about his own situation. The expectations had to be suffocating on top of the great loss to his family. Pirates had really taken so much from them. In a way, even after the island, Theo’s freedom was permanently stolen. 

Friend. More than the awkward mentions of unflattering headlines did the word friend bring a rush of color to her whole face. The lack of friends in her life had always been painfully obvious. She considered her cousin and her mother to be the only reliable support. Fellow musicians in the symphony had reached out to her, invited her to get togethers, but she often felt like a wallflower. Always an outsider to the tight knit groups that formed around certain sections. She played harp, by herself, and sat next to percussionists, who recently were a bit too… wild for her tastes. Or at least that’s what she told herself when the invitations to hang out stopped.

She only knew royals through headlines, sometimes Aaron and Ollie, but rarely at official events. Her life outside of all of that never felt empty until now when she had to properly “network”, the thought of which made her feel a little sick. Sincerity was hard to exude when she learned everyone’s names and faces on flashcards with biographical facts attached. All of that after meeting so many for the first time on the island, of all places.

“I also consider you a friend. Please know that you can always talk to me. I may not have the best advice when it comes to ruling a country, but I can lend an ear if you ever need to talk. I know how lonely it can be… When you’re so busy, I mean. And we do not have to be on FaceTime,” she added with a grin.

Hedwig knew her whole face and her ears were red, but there was nothing she could do to hide it in the mostly white background of her bathroom. “Yes! I would love that, Theo,” she replied with more enthusiasm than she intended. Had she shouted? Yes. The past few seconds felt like a blur, had she even heard him correctly? He mentioned dancing. Her smile was so wide it prevented her from speaking right away. “We should dance because I barely remember the last dance, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at the photos for more than a second. This time it will be proper. I will not be drunk.”

And dinner. As friends. “Oh, thank you, Theo. You have already helped me out so much. I appreciate your help. I won’t pick your brain every time we have to talk. That should be Aaron’s job. Maybe we can talk about other things, too.” She sighed. “If we have time for other things.” Theo probably knew what she was talking about, or at least she hoped so. 

Sometimes in royal circles creating a ‘friendship’ was tantamount to drawing up treaties. But he certainly did not mind building a reciprocal connection with Hedwig which did not rely on boundaries and trade agreements. “That is very kind of you. I do not mind FaceTime, calls, or whatever is preferred. Even early in the morning.” Theo really didn’t mind and hoped the message had been conveyed. 

A friendly face who didn’t need anything official from the prince of Denmark would also be welcomed at the summit. A break from mundane talks and presentations. His smile turned somewhat sly. “I have to admit, I do remember dancing.” Remarkably. He recalled too the massive hangover the day after. “A proper one would be nice, I’ll take you up on it.”

"There will be time for other things. It will not be all business. I do not know you very well, but I would like to.” Aside from a BTS fan, who was Hedwig? Obviously they passed each other on the island as empty royal shells of themselves. The environment forged relationships in the heat of tension and fear. Extreme stress, not knowing if one would ever see their family again. Theo returned home different. Surely Hedwig did too. 

“The Danish court is very relaxed. After the summit we will be able to do what we want. I will show you around, we can talk and learn more about each other.” An odd offer from a former playboy and soon to be king. But, well. Stranger things had happened. “My chief of staff will send yours all the information and make arrangements for you this afternoon. And I will see you soon.” 

[theo-henriksen]

🤳 Taking a selfie.

A hand held his mobile low enough to catch the ceiling overhead. A Roman god in chariot framed in gold moulding. A subdued smile was on his lips. Snap. Theo had seen his share of palaces. The Salon of Mercury, particularly the paintings, were next level. The click of heels could be heard coming down the hallway, and he quickly stepped back over the red velvet roping off the room. But it wasn’t security coming to corral him back to the Unity Gala. 

“Come get in a photo with me,’ Theo said as he waved Lecia over. 

[theo-henriksen]

infantacardoza​:

“Theooooooooo! É você!” Lecia rushed toward him with arms outstretched. As fast as her thin heels would allow. She latched onto his arm, knocking unsteadily into the rope the separated them from the more interesting pieces in the room. The color red dominated the room from floor to ceiling. Lecia shuddered slightly. She wasn’t a fan. She turned her face toward Theo’s phone. A bright smile appeared on her face.

“Not for the tabloids, yes?” she muttered through her teeth, trying not to move her lips, “Last time they get a picture of me, I get big trouble and a fiancé.”

He smiled as Lecia joined him, followed by a short laugh over her reaction to the room. “You do not approve of the interior decorating? It is eye catching to say the least.” For the photo he changed angles with the phone, lifting the phone to capture their faces rather with a hint of the surroundings. His smile froze as he spoke between his teeth. 

“No tabloids.” He snapped the picture and handed her the phone to see. “I will not even share it with Lotte. This is for us only unless you do want to share with the fiancé. But since your luck has not been so good with photos lately, know that the journalists outside on the red carpet will be allowed inside during the awards ceremony.”

[theo-henriksen]

💨 Escaping a one-sided conversation. (Julia)

Theo enjoyed conversations with his old friend. The person who knew him well, or at least well enough at a time in the past. Julia had the tendency to talk at length on certain topics too but he appreciated when someone took a deep dive with excitement. 

His life had become one of babysitting his father and running defense for his mother. It was so fucking boring. 

He missed those impassioned after midnight-conversations, mostly fueled by drinks, with the same energy Julia spoke. With anyone, everyone. Amidst the background revelry and Julia’s breathless rundown of Ben’s work projects, Theo told himself things would change. There would be late night conversations again, with someone. Somehow. 

Julia paused for a sip of her drink. “Ben did share some of this with me. Sounds like he’s doing well at work.” 

[theo-henriksen]

💨 Escaping a one-sided conversation. (Aaron)

Herzog gestured wildly, gnawing away at the same topic he had for a solid thirty minutes. Marie Antoinette. The movie by Sofia Coppola. Not the actual person. Theo had mentioned --twice-- he hadn’t seen it (and had no interest either). But Herzog kept on. And on.  And on. Theo shifted from one foot to the other, raked through his hair, and side-eyed Lotte with a look that said for the love of god, help.  Buzz. Theo went through the act of looking at his phone and then raised a finger. “I hate to interrupt, but I must take this call.” As he turned to walk away, he caught Lotte’s eye and smiled. 

[theo-henriksen]

🤳 Taking a selfie.

A hand held his mobile low enough to catch the ceiling overhead. A Roman god in chariot framed in gold moulding. A subdued smile was on his lips. Snap.  Theo had seen his share of palaces. The Salon of Mercury, particularly the paintings, were next level. The click of heels could be heard coming down the hallway, and he quickly stepped back over the red velvet roping off the room. But it wasn’t security coming to corral him back to the Unity Gala. 

“Come get in a photo with me,’ Theo said as he waved Lecia over.