Made of Stone

william here. just bow down, don't ask questions.

[oscarmeidell-deactivated2015070]

Do you know what I think? I think you won’t move because you’re the fucking prince of England. Well, hooray no one fucking cares, and I don’t care that you don’t care. I just won’t look at your pompous face anymore. So I’ll be the better man and go. 

[williamswindsor-blog]

Actually, people do care, if not there wouldn’t be any ‘fucking’ Prince of England, mate. And really, you need to calm yourself down, but I understand you can’t... my face make people feel this way quite a lot, you know? Also, if you don’t care, why mention it at all? Well, it was nice to meet you, now I hope I never do it again. Good bye then. 

[oscarmeidell-deactivated2015070]

Fine…. Can you not care somewhere else? Or do you want to annoy me more?

[williamswindsor-blog]

You were the one who first started to not care, so I suggest you go somewhere else.

[williamswindsor-blog]

text to dumb prince

Oliver: nope sorry mate

Oliver: you probably showed me a picture of your sister

Oliver: and i was drooling over that

Oliver: and if you don't get me some i will overthrow the monarchy

William: dont talk about my sister like that ew

William: stop it -.- i will never got you food now

[williamswindsor-blog]

text - > william

Henley: i have no problem with free lunch

Henley: and why is that?

William: i dont even think oliver is available

William: and i dont have time to convince everyone i talk or text to who i am and who i am not, so it doesn't really matter

[pippawindsor-blog]

flashing cameras || pippa & william

Perhaps Pippa had been a little  harsh with her brother, running her mouth and not learning to be quiet when told to do so. That was most likely the problem, that when Pippa got so infuriated she wouldn’t stop until she had completely taken the other down in the hope’s that it would make her feel good. She would put on a pretty smile for cameras, for interviewers and admirers alike but it was all part of the act, part of her duty as a princess. She took her title very seriously, and when she felt other’s weren’t putting in the same effort she was she felt the need to call them out on it, forgetting everyone else had feelings.

It was the day of the photoshoot, the one that had been booked even before Pippa had discovered that she was going to Los Angeles to keep the image of a strong family alive, couldn’t have another scandal in the family, could they? There was a flood of stylist, hairdressers and makeup artists in Pippa’s suite that morning, all of which would be coming along with them to the actual location of the shoot, but it was felt necessary the princess looked presentable beforehand too, her looks would take a lot longer to put together compared to her brothers and it had gotten back to Buckingham Palace that the brother and sister weren’t on the best of terms, this information was probably passed on through one of their body guards, or Pippa’s whining on the phone to her mummy and daddy as well as many “I want to come home”s. She was in the middle of her hair being styled into effortless curls as well as a makeup artist applying a classic nude pink lipstick onto her lips when she requested that someone go and fetch William, that they would be needing to leave soon; after all, it was already 7:30, time was ticking.

Although she was trying to maintain a strong face, not allowing herself to show everyone how her stomach knotted, waiting for William to arrive. She had said some pretty awful things out of spite, and it was pretty clear that neither of them wanted to be here. That was the downside of being royal, having your life led for you. The little freedom you had, such as choosing what to wear, was often taken away from you and replaced with “this dress accentuates your figure well” or “that skirt is a little short, remember when you’re dressing you’re representing your family”. Those weren’t Pippa’s thoughts at the moment, she just wanted the whole photoshoot to be over, assuming that William would be impolite to her the whole day.

[williamswindsor-blog]

William had overslept, and he didn’t even care. He was not in the mood for standing in front of cameras, today or any day actually. So when one of his body guards had to go into his bedroom to wake him, he just give him a pouting look. Then, five minutes later, he came out of his bedroom and sat down reluctantly in a chair for a stylist to fix his hair and his face. It wasn’t much to do, but he always had to look ‘presentable’ for the public. When that was finished some clothes were picked out for him with special brands the royal family got paid for wearing. He had been thinking of hanging out in his suite until the limo came to pick them up, but then a guard came in and said that his sister requested his present. What was it now? 

He waled slowly towards her suite on purpose, thinking about their conversation yesterday. He knew that in some ways Pippa was right, he did have a responsibility and he could never run away from it. But he hadn’t ran away from it forever, she didn’t understand how he was feeling. Nobody did. The only thing his parents ever did was trying to stop him, and they had. He had loved Eve with all his heart, honestly, he would make her queen if he could, but if the public had found out about the past, they would destroy her. She could never be accepted and she would had been ripped apart everywhere she went. He couldn’t do that to her. So he had to tell her that he didn’t love her and it had all been a lie. And then she had died and it was too late for him to tell the truth. He was filled with guilt and sorrow and nobody saw that, what everyone cared about was how he looked like to the public and his future as a king. It would be years until he was king, he needed time away from England and the crushing public to breathe and deal with his wounds. He really wished that Pippa would understand all this, but she was too obsessed with duties. If there was one person in the world who could understand, it was her. 

He knocked on the door to Pippa’s suite one time before going on. His guards followed him and they closed the door behind them. He didn’t want to fight anymore, but he hadn’t forgiven her either, so he was just going to be plain... boring. “What did you want?” he asked her, not mad or annoyed, just natural. Before she could answer someone knocked on the door and one of the guards opened it. A man stepped in. “My Royal Highness, the car is here,” he said and bowed before he walked out. “Well, let’s go,” William said and waited for Pippa. They had to walk out together. 

[fcnsecas-blog]

“That’s what they always say”, she said, a weak smile appearing on her lips. “But I’ll be nice and believe you. What were you thinking about, huh?” Teresa slowly raised an eyebrow in the air while and looked at the boy criously.

[williamswindsor-blog]

“I was thinking about .... eh....”, he just realized he couldn’t tell her and now what he had just said didn’t seem convincing at all. Ops. 

[gwendolynnthompson-deactivated2]

“it works for the people who are worth it.” She shrugged. 

[williamswindsor-blog]

“I meant like, the other way around, too bad everyone can’t be like you,” he said, a tiny bit sarcastic.

[jihaeparks-blog]

‘’And there weren’t any great hotels in England?’’ She’d heard of his rumoured scandal of course, but she couldn’t help but be curious herself.

[williamswindsor-blog]

“I can’t get much holiday in England,” he said with a shrug. It was true, in England everyone knew who was, everywhere.

[calvintrevors-deactivated201510]

Breaking And Entering, But Not Leaving ||| William & Levi

[calvintrevors-deactivated201510]

“Fuck,” Levi blurted, seeing the one of the body guards lunging at him. He tried to dodge, but the hulk of a guy had already grabbed him and started patting him down. “This - this is a violation of my rights,” Levi said, struggling to squirm out of the body guard’s grasp. “I bet they’re not even government body guards, you can’t just pat someone down like this if you don’t a warrant or something,” he continued, knowing the possibility of anyone actually listening to him was quite low. After they’d finished violating him, Levi squirmed out of their hold, taking a few good steps back.

And it was just his luck he’d been caught. “I - I, yeah, I work here,” Levi uttered, not knowing what to say. He’d been caught in a guest’s room, and not just any guest, the Prince of goddamn England’s room. He was in some serious shit. “Actually, I, uh, I’m room service,” he said, holding up the keycard. Pausing for a second, Levi hastily glanced around before his eyes settled on a mini-fridge. “I was just here to restock your mini-fridge.”

[williamswindsor-blog]

William raised his eyebrows at the unexpected guest in his room. “You know I haven’t ordered any room service, and I’m pretty sure the guest can fill up their mini-fridges as they want themselves,” William made a sign for the guards to put the guy in his sofa, they did, and they stood around him so he had nowhere to go. “Now, you tell me the truth or I will call on your boss,” William out his arms over his chest, looking at him. He didn’t know why he was not just calling on his boss right away, for some reason he would really like to hear this guy’s confession. “For example, you can start with how you got a hold of that key.”

Another guard that had been out on an errand came in. The other guards quickly explained the situation to him and he pulled out a paper out of his inner jacket pocket. There he had the list of the employees at the hotel, and pictures of them. William thought it was a bit creepy, but it was apparently necessary. He asked to be shown the list and found the guy in front of him quickly enough. “Levi Brooks? Chef? I suggest you start talking right now,” he gave the list back to his guard and waited.

[matthewsbennet]

Oh. Well, I hope you have a good vacation, uh, sir? Your royal highness? I don’t know what to call you, dude.

[williamswindsor-blog]

You can call me ‘William’? And I can call you...? 

[williamswindsor-blog]

text to dumb prince

Oliver: as if

Oliver: you're not all that

Oliver: mate

Oliver: now go and get me mcdonald's breakfast

William: you did actually drool on me your poop

William: HAHA as IF THAT HAPPENS you are funny

William: or i could get one of the guards to buy ... FOR ME :)

[oscarmeidell-deactivated2015070]

Oh, so you are just being an ill-mannered child? 

[williamswindsor-blog]

Not really, I just stated that I don’t care that you don’t care. 

[smhgabriel]

But I guess it’s that bad shit that makes you appreciate the good that much more, y’know?

[williamswindsor-blog]

Maybe, but all the bad shit also makes you scared for the good because you know something bad will happen eventually. 

[williamswindsor-blog]

Text: William & Grayson

Grayson: new phone who dis

Willian: eh i was going to ask you the same thing

William: this is william and you?

[femmakotorp-blog]

She laughed looking away from him slightly. “Not a superspy. My last job I wasn’t guarding buildings.”

[williamswindsor-blog]

“Wait? Not a superspy, but only a normal spy?” William asked interested, usually he would have been bored talking to a random person, but this was starting to get interesting. 

[smhgabriel]

I know exactly what you mean, actually. Happiness is rarely ever all-encompassing.

[williamswindsor-blog]

I know, even though we all wish it was.

[oscarmeidell-deactivated2015070]

Are you tying to be funny or something? 

[williamswindsor-blog]

I’m not finding any reason trying to be funny with you, so no.