Realistic or Modern ♛ A Royal Affair ♚ CLOSED

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Day 1: Scene 1.
The Welcome Dinner

The cocktail hour is just beginning and all of the young royals should be attending. This will kick off the conference and will be the royals first chance at changing their public image. Dinner will begin promptly at 7 pm, so you have until then to get acquainted, catch up, and mingle.
Oh, and one more thing, a small group of international media members will be in attendance, so be on your best behavior!

Setting
Date: June 4th
Time: 5:30 pm
Weather: clear skies, 22° C/ 71° F

Spoiler: Plot

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there lived a princess…

That was how all fairytales started, right? When we hear about princes and princesses, kings and queens, we all imagine the perfect picturesque life that they must live. Garden parties, ribbon cuttings, red carpet appearances - it all sounds so glamorous and elegant. That’s because it is. The royalty of the world are the 1% of the world’s 1%. They have money, power and fame. And maybe that’s why the rest of the world are angry with them.

What the hell do the royals really do for their countries?

In an increasingly unstable political climate, the political elite are frequently having to reassert and justify their position and role in society. In a culture of parties and excess, what is there to take seriously for the young social elite? This was clear at the recent state dinner hosted by Switzerland, where several young royals’ dirty laundry was aired and ended up on the front page of several tabloids around the world. Unfortunately, this was not the first time that a scandal involving the young political elite was leaked to the media. With the public angry and their confidence in the world’s future leaders declining, damage control had to be done.

'World Leaders of Tomorrow’ was the answer - a month-long conference meant to educate the future generation of leaders on world issues, charity work and more. A public image makeover for our young reckless royals, if you will. The King and Queen of Monaco have graciously offered their home to host the conference. Young royals from around the world have been invited and many are expected to be in attendance. Of course, everyone will be expected to be on their best behavior and to put their best faces forward. All eyes will be on them, waiting to see if they will fall from grace, or miraculously redeem themselves in the eyes of the public. It will definitely be a royal affair for the books.

This is RP will be taking place in an alternate universe. With that being said, you can play a prince or princess from any country you want.
ie. even if there is no Queen of Russia, you can play the Prince of Russia. Also these characters cannot be related to existing royals and current politics do not apply.

✲ ✲ Side note: This is not an original idea, it is a reboot of an rp I was apart of years ago on another site. I have made some changes but not enough to take credit.

Spoiler: Rules

The basic rules for this RP. The detailed rules can be found in the discord. If you have any questions please ask me...don't assume!

♛ All site rules apply!
♚ Literacy: Literacy is important to me! Grammar, vocabulary and spelling are necessary to be a part of this rp. I am not going to put a paragraph minimum on posts, sometimes writer's block happens, and the roleplay needs to move forward, but I am looking for people who can easily post at least 2 paragraphs regularly. No one liners!
♛ Respect: Please be respectful and polite in all OOC conversations. This rp only works if everyone can get along and work together. If you are having any issues with someone in the group please let me know and I will work with you and the other person to get it settled. If you are being disrespectful or offensive after I have brought it to your attention, you will be removed from the RP.
♚ Plotting and Planning: All planning and OOC conversations will be done on Discord. Plotting is key for the story, so please try to plot with everyone. Just remember that plotting is a two-way street. Don't just expect people to hit you up, please try to actively send some plots out too. On that note, if someone reaches out to you, please don't ignore them. Stay active in the OOC even if it's just to say hi, just so I know that you’re still around.
♛ Posting: Please be able to post at least 2 times a week. I understand that life is hectic for some people right now with the health pandemic of the coronavirus, but please let me know if at any time you are unable to keep up with the post minimum and we will discuss how to work it out. If you are not keeping up with the expectation and have not reached out to me, you will get a warning that you are not active enough, and if that goes unfixed your character will be removed.

Spoiler: Extras

MAJOR EVENTS:
♛ WELCOME DINNER: The month-long conference will be kicked off with a welcoming dinner hosted by the King and Queen of Monaco. Once everyone gets settled in, there is a cocktail hour beginning at 5:30PM, where everyone will have the chance to get acquainted and to catch up. Dinner will begin promptly at 7:00PM. Attendance is mandatory. Dress code is semi-formal.
♚ PRESS & GARDEN PARTY: The day will begin with a morning of doing press and interviews, starting at 8:00AM, followed by a garden party with some charity founders, execs and sponsors to discuss the upcoming charity gala. Lunch will be provided. Dress code for the garden party is morning dress.
♛ CANNES FESTIVAL: Everyone has been invited to attend the Cannes Festival in Cannes, France - approximately an hour away. A yacht party hosted by Moët & Chandon will take place during the day. In the evening, everyone will walk the red carpet before attending a movie screening. Dress code for the evening is black tie.
♚ CHARITY GALA: After lots of planning, the charity gala is finally here. The young royals and political elite will finally be able to see all their hard-work pay off. Though it won't be all fun and games. Everyone has an important role to play, whether that's ensuring the event runs smoothly, getting rich folks to donate, or participating in the date auction. World leaders, as well as the press will be present, so the pressure is on. Dress code is black tie.

LOCATION:
♛ PALACE OF MONACO: The official residence of Monaco’s royal family. The conference’s attendees will be hosted here and will be where they will spend the majority of their time. While most palaces were built to be luxurious, the Palace of Monaco was built to be a fortress, and contains over seven centuries of history.
♚ CASINO DE MONTE CARLO: Located in the Monaco-ville quarter, the casino is one of the most well-known tourist spots in Monaco. The casino also houses the Grand Théâtre de Monte Carlo, also known as the opera house. If gambling’s not your thing, catch a show from Les Ballets de Monte Carlo or the Monte Carlo Philharmonic Orchestra, or shop at one of the many couture shops nearby.
♛ LARVOTTO BEACH: Known for its glamour, Larvotto Beach is a definite Monaco hotspot. If you want to stay away from pesky paparazzi or tourists, there is a private beach club, where you can rent a cabana for the day, kick back and enjoy some champagne. Many restaurants, lounges and bars line the beach as well. There are also spots for you to rent water sports-related equipment, like jet-skis and kayaks.
♚ LA MAISON DU CAFE: This café is a little more upscale than your everyday coffee shop - perfect for the young elite. It has all your caffeinated needs - from espresso and lattes, to cappuccinos. La Maison also has some of the best French pastries around.
♛ LOUIS IV: Louis IV is a more lowkey, casual restaurant with an amazing view of the water and has the best seafood dishes. Get a nice tan while you dine on the outdoor patio, or grab a table inside if you want a little more privacy. They also offer brunch and all-you-can-drink mimosas on the weekend.
♚ LE PAPILLON: For something a bit more upscale and fancy, Le Papillon is your go-to spot. It’s a bit of a hotspot for socialites and celebrities, so there are often paps camping outside on the street, but not to worry because the restaurant has top notch security guards. Make sure you dress to impress when you dine here because they won’t let you in otherwise.
♛ CLUB VIOLET: Named after its purple interior decor and lighting, Club Violet is one of the newer clubs in town, but it has already made quite a name for itself. Well-known DJs from around the world come here to perform, and the club boasts a guest list full of A-list celebrities, young royals and socialites alike. It is so exclusive that people don’t even bother lining up at the door because they know that they won’t get in.
♚ METROPOLE CENTER: The Metropole Shopping Center has all of your shopping needs for any occasion. While many designer and couture shops line the streets of Monte Carlo, sometimes you just need a good ol’ fashioned mall.

Spoiler: Links

Charater Page: Here

 

[zippy]

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[div class=tag_text]Location: The Main Ballroom Scenario: Welcome Dinner With: | Mentions: | Outfit: x

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[div class=textinformation]rasmus fidgeted with the sleeves of his blazer annoyed at the material and not totally satisfied with the color. Today, he hadn't been able to choose his attire. In fact for the entire conference, he was supposed to wear an assortment of outfits that were picked out beforehand. Presumably, this was done by one of the members of the royal court. Not like Erasmus would know. He'd spent the previous night partying and slept in well past when he was meant to get on his plane. The young prince would proclaim that it wasn't his fault and that they should've made it clear that it was he who was supposed to go, not his older brother. Of course, the conference was meant for the more uncontrollable royals (something that he clearly fit the picture of) but Erasmus merely waved away that fact. "How much do I have to give you to not take me but say you did," Erasmus asked in Estonian. The chauffeur glanced up at Erasmus' reflection, not understanding the infrequently spoken language. By now, he was in Monaco so it should have been obvious that the driver wouldn't understand. That didn't stop Erasmus from sighing and stamping his foot like a petulant child. His mother knew that he didn't like being escorted places by people who didn't speak his language no matter what country he was in. Typically he arranged his own travel, taking with him a host of Estonian staff members. An unnecessarily expensive endeavor, but the money spent was never something that caused him to reflect on his actions. In an annoyed tone, Erasmus repeated his question but in English this time. The driver looked visibly uncomfortable and averted his gaze. "I'm sorry, but I am on direct orders from the king of Estonia. I am to make sure you arrive at your destination safely and report back when I am finished." "Of course you are," Erasmus sighed as he slumped back in his seat. He had half a mind to tell the driver to go to hell and let him out of the vehicle, but Erasmus never dared to defy his father. The stern man was not one to attempt to deceive. Not to mention, it was technically his money that he was spending and despite his annoyance Erasmus wouldn't exactly enjoy being cutoff. The king having his hand in this meant that he was forced to stick around for the duration of the conference, not exactly something that he was intending on doing until this second. Whatever. He was plenty capable of creating his own fun, especially in the most boring of meetings. The next 30 days would be no exception. Another handful of minutes passed before the limo slowed to a stop outside the grand palace of Monaco, but instead of admiring the sights Erasmus merely slipped on a pair of sunglasses and kicked open his door. "Bring my bags in will you," Erasmus demanded, slamming the door closed before the driver could protest. In an instant, the paparazzi began snapping photos of the handsome prince. Erasmus didn't mind entertaining them, flashing them a dazzling smile and waving enthusiastically. It was another few moments before he'd had enough and turned to enter the grand castle. An unnamed man, likely a member of Monaco's royal staff, led Erasmus to the main ballroom where dinner was to be had. He was disappointed to learn that it was fairly barren still, with only some members of the media milling about and no-names who Erasmus didn't feel were relevant enough to speak to. A quick glance at his watch told him that it was only a minute past 5:30, and another annoyed puff of air escaped him. Right on time? What a waste. He certainly felt he could've slept in longer. At that moment, a waiter of sorts past him holding a tray of champagne flutes and Erasmus helped himself to one without so much as a glance in the direction. Hopefully someone interesting would show up, else the prince would be needing far more than a small glass of champagne to get him through.

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[_amaranth_]

Anita Villareal

with: Erasmus | location: Main Ballroom | outfit: this

“Is everything to your satisfaction, Your Highness?” An annoying sleazy voice pierced Anita’s ears, while she was rocking her head in the palm of her hand and watching the clouds outside. No, nothing was to her satisfaction. She desperately needed a glass of bourbon, preferably Michter’s Celebration Sour Mash. But daddy dearest made sure that the plane of Spanish Air Force got rid of everything and there was not a single drop of alcohol on board. As if she was some notorious drinker. And then, he knew very well she hated flying and one glass would simply calm her nerves. Or did he?

It would be no surprise if his Majesty King Cristiano II had no idea about his daughter’s habits and fears. The Spanish Royal Family was picture perfect. But only in those pictures. Other than that, nannies and tutors knew more about the Princess than her own parents. They only saw what the tabloids offered and for some reason, they refused to look past that. And no amount of good behavior and charity work would show them that Anita was not such a big troublemaker as the press described. And then there was the damn photo…

“Yeah, sure…” she growled back at the attendant and he left her to her thoughts. No wonder her parents thought she was a problem child. She has always been cautious, many times, she even masked herself for an ordinary girl. But one time she tries to snort. One fucking time. And they take a picture. There is press in a private room. And there is no better time to reveal it than during the official dinner. Great. Just peachy.

“We are going to land in a while, Your Highness. Please, put on a seatbelt.” the attendant told her and with a deep sigh, Anita did as told. One of those very few times. It really didn’t take long and the plane landed on the small private airport in Monaco. And from there, she was escorted right to the black SUV which would drive her to the place where she was going to spent the following month alongside some other “naughty” royals. Well, at least Rafa was going to be there. He had told her about it something about a week ago. And the rest? She would see.

The car drive was very similar to her flight. Only there were buildings swishing by the window, not clouds. She didn’t talk to the driver, there was no need. And what would she even tell him? Oh, please. She needed her drink and…damn, she would give anything for a nice blunt right now but no, she was a Princess. The Princess of Spain. ‘I’m warning you, Anita, I hear about one misstep. Just one…’ The voice of her father sounded in her head and the fact that he didn’t even finish the sentence was terrifying so she had to make do wit what she had.

As expected, the was a load of press in front of the building so Anita put on her best smile on those red lips and got out, waving, posing for a few pics and got inside where she finally could loosen the smile and walked to the main ballroom. Her heels clicked on the marble floor and she snatched a flute of champagne on her way which she finished by the time she entered the room.

Walking in, there was only one person there. “I should have known that if there was a bad kids conference, you’d be here.” she grinned, seeing one of her partners in crime, none other than Prince Erasmus of Estonia himself. Ani walked to him and set her empty flute on the table, from where it was immediately taken by an attentive waiter. “Can a girl get a hug, Raz?” she asked with one hand on her hip and a cheeky grin on her face. Well, knowing Raz this thing might have just become thousand times more fun.

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[DreadBirate]

Augustine of America
Location: Main Ballroom
With: Erasmus and Anita

Arriving was the worst part so far. In some misguided attempt to make Augustine seem more responsible they had heavily recommended (forced) him to wear his full dress garb. A garishly blue revolutionary uniform with a gold trimmed tricorn. He was lucky that the corset had been phased out of the uniform in 70s. Augustine hadn't expected to be forced to wear the thing until his coronation when two corrupt old men or as they were known officially, The Right Honorable Consuls of the American Empire, would remove the tricorn in favor of a golden hat or as it was known officially, The Imperial Diadem of The House of Washington. The worst part, to Augustine at least, was not even that he was still barely suppressing a hangover from the night before but that the whole outfit wasn't even accurate to what Emperor George the Great had worn during his coronation. The filtered Mediterranean air in the care barely made the whole get up tolerable, and since the driver had been given explicit orders to keep the windows rolled down for some ungodly reason, the Crown Prince couldn't even stick his head out the window.

As the car arrived at destination Augustine stretched, preparing himself to meet the onslaught of paparazzi with some level of dignity. When the car finally pulled up to the palace Augustine practically lept into the flashing cameras. Flashing a big smile and spreading his arms to fully reveal the ridiculous and old fashioned uniform that had been foisted upon him. "You see the crap they have me wear?" as questions flew past Auggies head the driver had already grabbed his bags and begun to head inside. Pushing through the incessant clicking Auggie snatched the bags from the driver. Pointing at a reporter that he had met before and made a quick request before going inside. "Put that on the front cover!" After that it didn't take long for him to get up to his suite and change into something reasonable. His father or as he was officially known, His Imperial Majesty Emperor Norton II, would probably say something like "Arthur would have known when to dress fully" but Arthur was in the ground so what he would have done was besides the point.

Settling on a blue blazer and and a tie imprinted with the Washington Coat of Arms Auggie decided that it would be more fun to keep the Tricorn. When he arrived in the main ballroom he went through two glasses of champagne before noticing two of the other royals, Erasmus of Estonia and Anita of Spain. Raz and Auggie already knew each other to some degree, they followed one another on twitter but they hadn't yet found an excuse to meet up in person, Auggie knew even less about her but from what he read in the tabloids around his own exploits he was a fan. Waving at the two of them Augustine polished off his third glass of Champagne and tipped the ridiculous Tricorn "Raz and La Princessa Rebelde, Buenos tardes!" While speaking the prince held up his hand and a new flute practically appeared.

OOC: zippy _amaranth_ sorry if i'm intruding

 

[KennethPhoenix18]

Urian Lancaster

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"I'm here to help, just ask..."
Location: The Main Ballroom
With: Anita, Augustine, Erasmus (Phillip)
Outfit: X
Tags: DreadBirate _amaranth_ zippy Clownery

Cracking his neck from left to right, Urian stared at himself in the mirror and debated. "I'll tidy up the beard..." Grabbing his electric trimmer and clicking on a depth guard he trimmed down his facial hair down. Moving to a straight razor cleaning his neck and edging the smaller spots in his beard that would never grow. He tried many different things, from supplements to creams. The only thing he didn't try was surgery, he rolled his eyes at the thought. Patting his face dry with a towel he grinned at his look. "Befitting of a Duke." A loud laugh was heard from outside the door. "Don't lie to yourself! Your father would shave your mop if you were a lesser man!" Opening the door he yelled. "Fuck you, Phillip! I don't need your sass!" Urian chuckled afterward. Phillip was his private bodyguard, where ever Urian went, he did too. 15 years in the Royal Special Forces, and 5 years as with him. He was basically his best and closest friend he had. "Fuck you, you right bastard! I'm going to get dressed!" Leaving the bathroom, Urian closed the door to his room. The had arrived a day early and settled into a private townhouse for the month's stay. Urian wasn't a fan anymore of private apartments in a castle. So this was perfect for him.

He dressed quick, into a simple patterned shirt, gray blazer, and black jeans. Walking he grabbed his .9mm pistol in its holster slipping into the back of his jeans, his shirt and blazer covering it. Looking over he saw Phillip with a controller in his hands lounging on the couch and was wearing his customary black suit. Turning to the TV he saw him playing Legend of Zelda. "Oi! Look at the hardened soldier man playing Zelda!" Urian glanced at his watch. "Fuck, we need to go." Grabbing the TV remote, Phillip paused his game and turned off the TV. "Link is a hardened soldier too, he just so happens to look like Peter Pan." The two went to the door grabbing their pocket stuff. Stopping Urian, he said. "You're going back into the world of nobility and royalty. So we do need to act the part. So that means you have to sit in the back like the good Duke you are. You have your signet ring?" Urian showing him the ring. "Once we step out of here, it's 'Your Grace' and 'My Lord' from here on out." Urian nodded, he liked not having to be a haughty person but noble blood needed to be noble. Walking out they got into the car, Phillip driving and Urian in the back.

The drive was felt oddly quiet, ever though Phillip had on jazz that sound like it was about of a noir film. Urian pulled out his phone and check the list of people he knew were going to in attendance. He knew some by name and reputation other, he had no idea. Thankful some friends were going to be: Rafa, his old college buddy. Anita, he spent many summers with down Spain growing up. And Safiye, probably one of the closest people he had as a friend there. Thinking of her, he pulled out his phone and shot her a quick message.

TO: Safiye
MESSAGE(S): Do you think this would be considered a Battle Royale? (1)
Don't give that any mind... Shoot me a text when you're on the way to the castle. (2)
FYI: I got a townhouse here if you want to get out. (3)​

Rolling up to the castle he saw the crowds and cameras. In the most deadpan tone, he could muster, Urian cursed. "Fuck... Just fuck me..." He could hear the grin on Phillip's voice. "Betting a few women out there would jump on that offer. Yes, I can feel your glare. Clean it up, we are here." Combing his hand back, Phillip came around and opened the door for him. The onslaught of flashes was almost a physical force as he quietly sighed and smiled walking down the length inside. Philip in an impassive visage followed three steps behind. Once inside they went continued on into the Main Ballroom. It was beautiful like he's expected, except for the fact they were serving champagne. He went up to one of the serving staff and in his easy formal tone. "Excuse good sir, could I make a custom order?" The guy looked to barely 20 and panicked when Urian spoke him to. The guy in a panic nodded. Urian smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, you're okay. Hah, but I am not a fan of champagne. So if you could possibly get me a whiskey sour. Doesn't have to be great whiskey. Just extra cherries." The guy calmed and nodded walking off.

Turning to the into the room he saw three others, two males he couldn't recognize straight off and a now much older Anita. He pulled out his phone and checked the listing and learned the other two were Augustine of America and Erasmus of Estonia. He made a quick sour face at that. 'How odd...' Rolling his shoulder, he walked over and gave a proper bow to the group introducing himself. "Good evening I am Urian Lancaster. Duke of Wales. A pleasure to meet all of you." Looking he smiled and in perfect Spanish spoke directly to Anita, his welsh accent piercing through. "You've grown into a fine woman. It's been too long. Seven years I believe? Beautiful as ever." Noticing the hat on Augustine he pursed his lips and commented. "I need to know did you come back for one of those reenactments or do you actually think that is good fashion?" Phillip who was about 3 meters away, closed his eyes, and sighed.

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[alstroemeria]

Floris Clementius van Altena​

Title: Crown Prince of the Netherlands
Location: Main Ballroom
Interactions: Anita
Outfit: Click
Tags: _amaranth_

Floris furrowed his brows as he gazed out of the window of his limousine, observing the Monégasque architecture as it rolled by. At first glance it would seem as if he was distracted, but he was deep in thought, listening intently to the man seated opposite him. He was accompanied by one of the publicists that worked for the Dutch royal family, a tall, greying, proper-looking man who was currently informing Floris of all the guests that would be in attendance of the Welcoming Dinner - as well as their reputations. His parents had long debated whether or not to send him to the event, worrying that it would be detrimental to his reputability if he were to be lumped in alongside the other guests, many of whom were in bad standing with the press. Eventually, however, they had determined that it would be more damaging to the royal image if it appeared as if the Dutch Crown Prince was uninterested in a conference dedicated to charity work. Not once had his own opinion been consulted on the matter.

"-your parents also ask that you not associate too closely with anyone involved in a major drug scandal. After being sighted with Adriaan they are worried that the press may begin to speculate about your own character."

Floris clenched his jaw at the mention of his brother's name, finally turning his head to face the other man. There it was. He was wondering when his parents were going to bring up the scandal in Switzerland. Though he wanted to point out that Adriaan had been clean ever since getting out of rehabilitation (a fact which the media liked to ignore), he simply gave a nod. "You can let my parents know there's no need to worry. I know how to handle my own image."

"Very well, sir."​

Floris sat in silence for the rest of the journey, taking a moment to adjust the collar of his shirt as he felt the car begin to slow. He felt his heartbeat pick up upon hearing the clamour of the paparazzi outside, but from the second his chauffeur opened the door to the limousine he was in his element, raising a hand to wave to the cameras and wearing his trademark, golden-boy smile. He took his time speaking to the reporters, and was in the middle of an amicable conversation with one particular interviewer he'd recognised from a previous event when a woman pushed to the front of the crowd, holding a microphone out towards him. "Your Highness! Any comment on the relationship between you and your brother? Will he be making a return to the royal family?" Luckily for Floris, his publicist was already on it, letting him know in Dutch that it was time to head inside and placing a hand on his back to guide him away from the mass of reporters. He gave the woman an apologetic smile as he made his exit. "I'm very sorry, it looks like my time is up."

He took a deep, steadying breath once he was within the walls of the castle, then regathered himself and made his way towards the main ballroom with swift, purposeful strides. A waiter offered him a flute of champagne upon his entrance, and he accepted it with a polite nod, glancing around the room. His eyes immediately went to Anita Villareal, the Princess of Spain, and he straightened his posture. The two had worked together on a charity campaign in the past and had gotten rather friendly, but since then hadn't gotten many opportunities to see each other in person again, so he was happy to see her here in Monaco. She'd already found someone to talk to, but if he managed to catch her gaze he'd shoot her a sly smile and a wink in acknowledgement. Just when he considered approaching her, however, a sharp American accent cut through the air.

"Raz and La Princessa Rebelde, Buenos tardes!"

The source of the interjection was a pompous man who was wearing a rather offensive-looking hat, and was seemingly going straight to drinking his own body weight in champagne. He quickly recognised him as the Prince of the United States, the one who'd recently been in the news for blowing a million dollars at a Swiss casino. Floris raised an eyebrow and immediately cast his gaze elsewhere around the ballroom. "Yikes," he muttered to himself, raising the glass of champagne to his lips. Not wanting to deal with such a loud personality without at least a little more alcohol in his system, Floris decided not to approach the group gathering in the middle, instead choosing to sip at his champagne and keep an eye out for any newcomers.

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[SomebodyElse]

Daya didn't say anything. Not to the driver, not to herself. The events of that night still replayed in her mind on repeat. What happened to Claire. What did they do to her?!
Daya didn't expect to really have been sent to this conference event. Her parents really kept away from other countries and their politics. For a long time she thought they just didn't want anyone to know what she looked like. It had been tradition to hide away the future heir from the world. But her parents wouldn't ever have anything to do with anyone outside of France. There was too much secrecy and it only led to a more depressing life cycle. Even after she became of age, she wondered what kinds of opinions people had of her, especially now. She was probably hated now. Or hopefully maybe some had some sympathy. She was the empress who tried to run away...

It was a long ride after an even longer flight. Daya hadn't spoke to anyone all day. She didn't want to talk to anyone with any sort of connection to her parents. She wanted to talk to Claire. She was incredibly strong and they would always talk about getting a spot in New York, eating Pizzas and going around partying. Well now that dream was essentially crushed via her parents. She just hoped nothing bad happened to her.

She could visibly feel the crash stop and the man driving the car spoke up only to briefly announce their arrival. Even till now she hadn't known it was a man due to the front of the car being blocked by a slider. Was that more intentional secrecy or just situational irony? He would be making sure her bags and belongings would get where they needed to go. Although Daya kept her own purse of things with her anyways.
"We're here. Get out." He said roughly.

It wasn't a sympathetic command at all, and Daya didn't think her parents would care if she told them that he said it like that. She wouldn't tell them anyways. She never complained about her life to anyone but Claire. A complaint and it would simply end in her having to do twice as much work that day. It was an endless loop of having to learn things to become the next Empress. It was this bad and just wait till she was told to marry someone so the line of succession didn't end with her. And it would have to be someone completely competent and focused on power rather than anyone kind.
She doubted her parents would try that currently though with how embarrassing her situation was. Nobody would want to have anything to do with her. Which was a surprise this whole event even existed.

Still standing up she had gotten up out of the car to meet the ongoing press obviously awaiting her arrival. She still didn't really have much experience with paparazzis and cameras. She appeared when she turned 18 to the country and really didn't go out much after. She would be there for important meetings whenever it concerned the Emperor or Empress and she would say brief things and really stand or sit somewhere most of the time awaiting the end of whatever cordial or official event was going on. She simply smiled weakly and continued to walk without having to look at anyone directly.
She would drown out all the noise of people being excited to see the still quite mysterious Princess of France.

She had successfully made it to the ballroom where she didn't bother getting any Champagne. It would've been easy to try to get drunk and dull the events to come but she didn't want to accidentally say anything, instead she would simply try to remain as quiet as possible. Out of all the other members of royalty in the room she didn't know anyone. There was no point and trying to go up to someone and strike a conversation.

 

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[div class=textinformation]rasmus visibly relaxed when the first person to enter was none other than Princess Anita of Spain. The two had a solid relationship if you could call it that. Erasmus always made sure to extend an invitation to Anita for his larger parties, and occasionally she would oblige and make the trip to Estonia. She certainly knew how to party, unlike the usual female presence that he had. The tall Estonian women simply stood around in their cliques, giggling among themselves and attempting to seduce the wealthy men present into their beds. Anita was never concerned with any of that when she visited, and Erasmus was always relieved to have her refreshing presence around. "Bad kids conference?" he asked, a teasing tilt to his voice. An eyebrow quirked smoothly at the woman as she came close. "I'm a hazard to all, naturally. Alternatively, Estonia has no sense of humor so they shoved me here. What a punishment." He opened his arms and drew the petite woman into a warm embrace. After releasing her, he was prepared to ask her how she was and how she didn't notice a media member before she snorted the cocaine but he was interrupted by a rather interesting presence. Thin lips twisting into a wry smile, Erasmus stood patiently as the new arrival tipped his horrendous tricorn in his direction. Not that Erasmus was a beacon of fashion exactly, but he wouldn't commit an offense such as that before him now. Americans were strange though, and perhaps this was simply Prince Augustine's American sense of humor coming through. He held his tongue rather than say something rude. After all, the man could be considered a friend of his. Their social media relationship had been covered in several tabloid stories (some of them rather accusatory). "Yes, buenos tardes to you as well Auggie," he said, his thick eastern accent causing him to stumble of the Spanish words. He'd never had a chance to learn another language (outside of English, of course), a fact that his brother and father never hesitated to point out to him. But how many foreigners knew Estonian? Next to none, and for that reason, Erasmus never really found a reason to learn the native tongue of other people. If they wanted to communicate with him, English was good enough. "If they keep the drinks flowing like that, I may get my self into the same trouble that got me sent here in the first place," Erasmus mused as he watched the Auggie pluck another glass from the tray that materialized next to them. He brought his own flute to his lips and sipped slowly, eyes surveying the room as more royalty brought the cold room to life. There were a fair amount of people present that Erasmus didn't recognize and a frown hinted at the corners of his lips as another gentleman approached them. He took a step back, adding more space between them as the prince introduced himself as Urian of Wales. How lovely. Erasmus desperately wanted to roll his eyes at yet another person flexing their Spanish speaking skills, but apparently tonight restraint was his strong suit. "I need to know did you come back for one of those reenactments or do you actually think that is good fashion?" Erasmus was quick to forget the same thoughts had passed through his mind just a few minutes ago. He fixed his cool blue gaze on Urian, an icy smile to match. "Seems the Welsh don't participate in the barbarism we call manners," he quipped, the sarcasm thick as molasses. "Not to worry, I think this fantastic conference will acquaint you with them."

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[_amaranth_]

Anita Villareal

with: Erasmus, Augustine, Urian, Floris | location: Main Ballroom | outfit: this

Seeing Raz was more than welcome. This whole time, Anita was concerned about the “cast” of this, how she liked to call it, shitshow. But she had enough past with Raz to know that he was the life of a party. She had an opportunity to visit Estonia a few times, he also came to Spain (they all remembered Princess Anita’s 22nd birthday celebration…or did they?) and it seemed that with Raz, party never ended. Not that Ani would complain, quite the contrary. And her little twisted mind was already working on how to launch something even tonight.

They shared a hearty hug and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. “You’re a hazard alright. Not that I ever complained, it’s been hard to find someone to keep up with me.” she laughed. Her friends usually passed out after a few hours. But this guy, damn, nothing could bring him down. It seemed that the longer conversation wasn’t meant to happen though. As Ani was standing with her back turned to the entrance, she only knew someone was coming when she heard the footsteps and then she noticed a puzzled expression on Raz’s face.

Turning around, she understood and her own jaw dropped down. Like, what the actual f-. She only heard about the Prince of America and all the info she had was from tabloids. And he was kinda fit to this small group they have created here. Though they never really had the chance to meet personally. Hearing her nickname from someone else that the members of press made Anita laugh. “Buenos tardes su alteza real.” she greeted him back, addressing him with his official title. “Glad to finally meet you, I believe we never had the honor. I’m Anita.” She smiled and extended her hand towards Augustine. She really, like -really- needed to bite her tongue because that thing on his head. It was the ugliest thing she has ever seen and yes, Spanish royal uniforms were pretty hideous.

Not commenting on the Tricorn was becoming harder and harder with every passing second and she snatched another flute of champagne to keep herself busy. Yeah, Raz was not wrong there. Was it really wise for the people like them having an unlimited access to alcohol? Probably not but Ani was going to use it as long as it lasted. Fortunately, her tongue-biting suffering was finished when another familiar face appeared. Even if she didn’t see his face, the accent-infused Spanish would tell her everything. “Urian, please.” she chirped and went for a small hug. They haven’t seen each other for, yeah…seven years sounded just right. She was just a kid when she taught him some Spanish. “It’s been too long. Though I see you haven’t changed a bit. Still a flirt, aren’t you?” she chuckled but noticed a little coldness between her two friends.

“Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen.” she smiled at all of them because she saw someone she wanted to greet very much. Her heart actually skipped a beat when she saw Floris, looking straight at her. She left the boys to resolve their own issues and walked towards the Prince of the Netherlands.

“Well, I heard there would be snacks.” she grinned at Floris, approaching him in a way so typical for the Princess of Spain. “Looking good, Floris. Love the outfit.” she smiled and tossed her black mane back. She was obviously kidding though she was thinking hard what was the best and most appropriate way to greet a friend like Floris. But considering there were a few members of press lurking around, she only went for a light hug again, that couldn’t hurt anyone. Though with his height and her tiny frame, despite her 5-inch heels, it seemed a tiny bit comical. “It’s so lovely to see you again, mi querido. I was starting to think you had forgotten about me.” she said with her Spanish accent protruding a little. Her ruby red lips were curled in a charming smile, her eyes were glinting with a mischievous spark and she had to tilt her head back quite a bit to actually see his face. Damn, she almost forgot how tall this guy was!

Anita also acknowledged two other girls entering the room but since she didn’t know either of them, at least not personally, she only nodded politely in greeting and turned her attention back to her friend.

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Prince Rafael

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afael moved so fast around his room getting ready, that he thought he must look like a blur. He was running late to the welcome dinner that kicked off the conference and he knew there was no way the media wouldn’t take note. He never had to worry about bad reception from the media before his private life was shared with the world. The people of his country had always loved him and so had the media, so this was a new worry for him. On top of it all his father had lost his mind when Rafa’s dirty laundry was revealed. He had always depended on his son’s popularity to help keep the family in good favor with their citizens.

As he finished the finishing touches on his suit, Rafa tried to push all of the stress out of his mind. This conference was nothing he wasn’t used to. He had always taken his royal duties seriously and represented himself and his family well. He was only there because the people he owed money to, thought that if they revealed his secret hobby that he would pay them back faster. They were sorely mistaken, their deliberate lack of discretion only made Rafael want to pay them less.

As he headed out to the main ballroom, Rafa could see the people in the palace halls starting at him, some even whispering. “They must be getting a kick out of all of these young royal screw ups being around.” he thought, slightly irritated. There was truly nothing people loved more than royal gossip, and these people had to be jumping for joy to have the conference at their palace.

When he finally reached the ballroom Rafael strode in confidently with his best smile on for the paparazzi at the door. He stopped and posed for some brief photos, but as soon as someone began asking a question he excused himself. He would save the interviews for another time. Now his focus was on making the right introductions.

He didn’t waste any time finding the King and Queen of Monaco and thanking them for opening their doors for the conference. Then he spent what felt forever going around and speaking with the other influential people in attendance. Making sure not only to speak with the people he and his family were on good terms with, but also taking the opportunity to work on his relationships with the ones they weren’t on the best terms with. He knew the way that people had seen him since his secret was revealed, but he didn’t want to waste any time trying to recover from the hit, especially since he still had his foreign affairs role for Brazil.

During his time working the room, Rafael had noticed some of the other young royals gathered in a group speaking. He had thought of going over and joining the group, but then he recognized someone he didn’t want anything to do with. Prince Erasmus of Estonia had been a thorn in Rafael’s side every time they crossed paths, and Rafa didn’t want to deal with the undoubted disrespect that would come from speaking to him now. So he stayed away from the group, electing to continue his political schmoozing.

When Rafael had excused himself from a conversation to get himself a second glass of wine, he noticed his good friend Anita from Spain speaking to another royal he didn’t recognize. He quickly headed their direction, the excitement of seeing a friend at the conference jetting him forward. As he walked up next to Anita, he gave the man in front of her a friendly smile, “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” he said in a teasing tone. They seemed awfully friendly and there was no way he was going to miss an opportunity to poke fun at Anita.

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Location: Ballroom Outfit: suit, shoes With: Anita, Floris Tagging: _amaranth_ alstroemeria

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[DreadBirate]

Augustine of America
Location: Main Ballroom
With: Erasmus ( zippy ), Anita ( _amaranth_ ), Urian ( KennethPhoenix18 )

Polishing off his glass of champagne Augustine felt his cheeks flush from the Alcohol and he looked around in delight everyone's clear discomfort at the tricorn, he had tried to convince the other members of the Imperial Family, mainly his father, that the...peculiar dressings of American Nobles would not translate well with the other royals at the conference but they had insisted. Hopefully tomorrows headlines would show them that he was right, Americans could wear historical dress up at home but in other countries it just looked ridiculous.

Taking Anita's hand Augustine shook it firmly, "No need to talk so formally, I'm Auggie, I've read about some of your...exploits, and its safe to say it was amazing." With that Auggie turned to Raz, "I think the King and Queen underestimated how much us bad kids can drink..." as he finished that comment he snatched another glass of Champagne. He was about to drink it down when he saw someone approaching out of the corner of his eye, Urian Lancaster. Seeing the british duke Augustine internally groaned a little internally, from his small amount of interaction he had been nothing but pretentious. This opinion was not changed when Urian spoke to him, "I need to know did you come back for one of those reenactments or do you actually think that is good fashion?" , before Auggie could get his own retort out Raz had come to his defense, "Seems the Welsh don't participate in the barbarism we call manners, Not to worry, I think this fantastic conference will acquaint you with them." While this got straight to the point of Urians impoliteness it wasnt quite enough for Augustine. He shrugged "Either Way, You really should see one of those reenactments theres nothing more satisfying than seeing a brit getting gunned down while adventuring somewhere they dont belong." As the words came out of his mouth he realized that could be taken as a threat but from what he was seeing none of the press was listening, and frankly he didnt particularly care if they were. "Of course their intent was much less "altruistic" than some more contemporary adventurers." After a moment Augustine decided to make one more serious comment. "If you think this a faux pas you should read what my most illustrious father thought would be appropriate tomorrow."

 

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[div class=tag]outfit[/div] here [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=right] [div class=scroll] "Hoy, Yema!" Jejomar nearly stumbled over himself at the sudden shout. His mother, the Queen Luzviminda, had insisted Jejomar have an extended stay in Monaco prior to the conference, and further insisted that she come with, claiming that he needed a proper support system for his first event he'd be attending alone. She shouted for him again, walking towards him and pulling at his sleeve.
"Saan mo akalain na magbibihis ka na lang'yan?" Where do you think you're going, dressed up like that?
It had been the third time within the past twenty minutes that he'd been badgered by her over his attire. "'Nay," Mama, "please, 'Nay, it's a conference, not a funeral. I don't want to be dressed up like one of the corpses." He put up a hand, replying as non-defensively as he could.

The Queen stopped in place, eyes narrowing and hissing, "Oi, oi, batang lalaki. Bantayan ang bibig mo." Watch your tone, boy. She opened her mouth to say more, but raised no further argument as she glanced behind her at a clock. She was sure to add, "Lalo na, paligid sa lahat ngayon." Especially around everyone else today. "Best behaviour."
Jejomar stood still, Luzviminda straightening out his clothes and dusting something likely imaginary off his shoulders. "We both know who exactly is attending, salbaheng tao," Those ruffians, "So you better swear you don't get mixed in with those people. Ang dami tao doon ng walanghiya naman." So many people without an ounce of shame there.
There it was, the trademark Filipino ego.
He could only nod along meekly as his mother continued to speak. "To think, my Yema, aking sariling anak ko..." My own son...
She carried on her rather prideful rambling, stepping back to look at Jejomar when she was finished, staring at him with a wistful expression. "Hay, nako.." My goodness..
"I'd have your Papa come with us and see you off himself if he weren't so busy in Visayas." She sighed. She turned again to glance at a clock, and her eyes widened. "Ai-ya, pakshet!!"
Luzviminda hurriedly forced Jejomar outside, finally letting him leave for the conference.

It was a short ride to the castle, but it was far from quiet. Jejomar was happily carrying on a conversation, already having befriended his chauffeur. He'd shoot questions about whatever he could, naturally intrigued by everything around him. He'd sometimes have to be corrected, occasionally mispronouncing and stumbling over some words, but it'd always draw a snicker from the driver. Jejomar was bid a pleasant farewell once he arrived, and he flashed a smile towards the rearview mirror.
He blinked slowly before he exited the car, the smile quickly being replaced with a neutral expression as he turned towards the sea of cameras and reporters. He had long since honed his control over his expressions and acts in public, politely but curtly replying to mics shoved in his face and dodging particularly persistent paparazzi with ease.
Jejomar sighed in relief once he actually got inside, looking over his reflection in a window and fiddling with whatever needed to be fixed.

His eyes wandered just as he did around the ballroom, staring in wonder at both the foreign architecture and the diverse crowd of people. 'Waaaah, amazing..'
A servant came up by his side and offered him a drink, and he almost declined before remembering that this was his first solo event. His curiosity got the better of him, what with never drinking alcohol outside of gross communion wine, and thought, 'What Mother doesn't know won't hurt her,' as he took a glass of champagne.

Jejomar took a sip- he winced slightly at the taste- as he walked around the ballroom, attempting to spot someone he knew that wasn't already preoccupied with something or someone else. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]

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[KennethPhoenix18]

Urian Lancaster

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"I'm here to help, just ask..."
Location: The Main Ballroom
With: Daya
Outfit: X
Tags: DreadBirate zippy SomebodyElse

Urian smiled as Anita left, and it was probably for the best as his comment did not go as well as he would of except, maybe it was the dry tone he had when delivering it. Erasmus commented on his manners or lack thereof, while Augustine made somewhat of a veiled threat. That comment caused Urian to boil, he steadied himself. Letting him continue, Urian chuckled as he finished.

Rubbing something out of his eye, Urian straightened and apologized. "I see... I must of hit a nerve, my apologies. We Brits have a tendency of dry and blunt humor, so it can come off as offensive to those not use it. It seems I am an unwanted Brit." He stretched his neck back and forth. "And just know, I am not a man to take an open or veiled threat lightly. After a number of times of people stinking guns in my face, with honest intent to take my life. You..." Paused as he reached back and slipped out his pistol bringing it out for the two to see. "You always come prepared." He nonchalantly placed it back in the holster and smiled. "Now excuse me for my rudeness, of both before and now. I'll take my leave."

With a perfect pivot, Urian stepped away with Phillip following behind. "That wasn't the best move, Your Grace..." Urian shrugged. "Out of practice with assholes, I guess." Phillip betrayed nothing. As if out of nowhere a servant came with his drink on a platter. Still, a bit on edge Urian eyed the man, as he presented the drink. Taking it as a mild cautiousness, Urian nodded his thanks taking a sip. It was incredible, as smooth of a finish as he could get. Looking at Phillip he whispered. "Fucking amazing..." Phillip smiled a bit and said. "I'm going to ask them what they used later."

Taking another sip he looked around, smiling he saw he Rafael but thought against it for the moment. Noting the other he saw a young blonde girl seeming out of her depth and seemingly not wanting to be here. This probably was the case for the group as a whole though. Next was a very tired looking Asian woman, from what he remembered that was Ayako of Japan. Lastly, he noticed a tall Asian man, checking his phone again he confirmed it was Jejomar, Grand Duke of the Philippines. As well as confirming who the blonde girl was, Princess Daya of France. Sipping his whiskey he considered which was the best to speak with but no matter he kept looking back at Daya. Wondering if she was truly alright. With a nod, he walked over to her and gave a deep bow. "Good evening, your Majesty. I don't think we have formally met. I am Duke Urian of Wales. It's a pleasure, Princess." His tone then dropped into a quieter more caring tone. "Formality aside I must ask, are you okay?"

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[alstroemeria]

Floris Clementius van Altena​

Title: Crown Prince of the Netherlands
Location: Main Ballroom
Interactions: Anita, Rafael
Outfit: Click
Tags: _amaranth_

The ballroom was getting considerably more crowded now, with new arrivals pouring in every couple of minutes. One such arrival that caught his attention was that of Ayako of Japan, who looked a tad bit dazed as she was guided to a chair by an attentive waiter - a perfectly reasonable state to be in considering how far she must have traveled. He recognised her because he knew she was also active in sports-related campaigns, a world he had a lot of involvement in. She was also in very good standing with the press when compared to the other royals in attendance. She was certainly the type of person his parents would want him to establish good relations with, and he might have gone over to introduce himself had it not been for a rather pleasant distraction.

Having been lost in his thoughts, the comment threw him off his guard, but he recognised the Spanish accent instantly. He laughed and turned to face the Princess of Spain, leaning into the hug. "Anita. I was hoping I'd be able to get you all to myself." Well... he still didn't, though, Floris thought, stealing a glance at the members of the press stationed around the room and suddenly growing a lot more frustrated with the number of eyes on them. He gave a slight frown at what she said next, reminded of all the diplomatic work he'd been tied up in before coming to the conference. "Of course not, darling. It's just that my parents have taken to surrounding me with boring, ageing businessmen recently, and you don't quite fit that bill." He would have asked her what she'd been up to in the time since he'd last seen her, but then they'd have to dodge around the elephant in the room; the pictures that had been leaked during the state dinner.

Painfully, Floris reminded himself of his parents' 'request' that he not associate with anyone involved in scandals surrounding substance abuse. He'd been just as shocked as everyone else upon seeing the pictures, if not more. She was known to be more on the rebellious side, but it still struck him as out of character for her. He'd convinced himself that Anita would have an explanation for it, but it was obviously a sensitive subject, and now was definitely not the time or place to bring it up. Luckily for Floris, however, he wouldn't need to continue the conversation himself.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

In an instant, the smile was back on his face. "Thats alright," he reassured the newcomer, looking over to observe the other man. Though he'd been briefed on everyone in attendance, he was unable to put a name to the face; he was probably from farther away, certainly not European. "Floris van Altena, Crown Prince of the Netherlands," he said, extending his arm for a handshake. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

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[SomebodyElse]

Plenty of people seemed to be conversing freely. It was almost wrong in a way like everyone didn't think of the reason they were all here. They weren't here to party and live like royals. They were all here because they had done something bad and the public knew about it so they had to clear their names. She would've been fine to simply wait until they were all addressed formally. She wouldn't bother to try striking up conversation although it did seem like conversation found her. A man abit older than Daya had walked up to her seemingly breaking her out of her thoughts.

Daya turned to the man. He introduced himself as Duke Urian of Wales. So he was a royal too. It did seem like everyone here was. She didn't know whatever he had done to get forced here. Or perhaps she was simply assuming everyone was here because of something bad. He seemed to know she was a princess. Which wasn't hard to guess considering that the whole reason this event was done was to bring in a bunch of problematic future leaders of the world.
Quickly gathering her composure she curtsied to him. "The pleasure is all mine Duke Urian. I am Princess Daya of the French Empire." She said trying to look normal. She felt like she didn't really do a good job of hiding her distress and he followed his greeting with all the confirmation she needed to know she wasn't hiding it at all. She looked down at the ground embarrassed. He could tell she wasn't doing well at all.
"I...I'm..not doing super well, no. Not exactly happy with my situation here. I made a bad mistake that costed me to be here today and it costed me a friend." She said not trying to mention Claire in too much detail. She still wondered where that woman was now. If her parents had hurt her then she could never forgive them.
"I-I'll be fine though! I've been through alot so I'm used to disappointment." She said before regretting even saying that much. She didn't want to seem so pitiful.
She honestly wanted to say something to get the conversation away from this but she didn't really know anything about Urian or Wales in general. From what she knew it was in Britain but that didn't say much. She regretting not doing her research on any of the people here tonight.
"I'm sorry I'm not used to talking with people like this casually. Most of my life has been centered around formality. I also don't really know anything about you so I don't really know what I'm supposed to say." Daya said looking at Urian sheepishly. He seemed friendly but she just didn't know him or anyone for that matter. It was quite lonely in a way. She wondered if everyone got here on a better note. The journey here wasn't exactly the most pleasant one and while her father was incredibly rich and powerful that didn't mean she needed to have many friends or have everything made out so she could be comfortable. Sure the expenses were paid and everything was first class as far as her arrival was. But that didn't mean it wasn't simply quiet and depressing.

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mila​

"Вы обращаете внимание?" [Are you paying attention?]

"Какая?" [What?] Snapping out of her daze, Mila looked up from her intertwined fingers, meeting her mother's narrowed gaze. It wasn't an expression Mila wasn't used to seeing, but still, the Russian heir found herself wishing that the look would change. The thinly veiled contempt, the almost pure hatred, the disappointment... Mila had seen all of those looks in her parents eyes, and more. Yet again, the age old question of 'If you hate me so much, why didn't you abort me?' popped into Mila's mind, but as with every other time, she didn't bother asking. Her mother's reasonings for giving birth to Mila were a secret, one that she would take to her grave.

Mila kept her face impassive as her mother started in on her, telling her all of the things she'd already told the heiress what felt like a million times. Be on her best behavior, for one, and don't embarrass the home country. She was heir to the throne now, and better act like it. No funny business, no further scandals. Her mother also went on to say how she would rather be dead than caught dancing for men in those nasty environments. Tuning out of the mini tangent, Mila's gaze slid over to her father, who currently sat in the chair of the private jet beside her mother, reading the Russian paper.

The man was more of a mystery to her than her mother was. He'd made very little effort throughout the years to get to know her, even though she'd tried very hard when she was younger. Mila knew the truth- he wasn't her father. He'd made it clear from her childhood that he was not her отец [father], which had done nothing but confuse her until her mother explained the truth to her when she was probably four or five. She'd been heartbroken, of course, but determined nonetheless to make the man love her.

She'd never succeeded.

Truth be told, she was surprised that they hadn't written her off, but apparently that would cause more embarrassment than having a blood relative take over.

Ever since the death of her siblings, both of her parents had started to pay more attention to her, but not in the way Mila wanted or craved. Her brother and sister had had years of planning and preparation of how to act, how to rule, how to do this and that. Being left in the shadows, Mila had pretty much done what she wanted, to an extent. Her actions had been monitored less, that was for sure. That's how she ended up dancing in the strip clubs at seventeen, drinking with a fake ID. That had been enough of a scandal itself, but with her actions when drunk or partying, the Russian media had had a field day. And now she was their heir. Was that how irony worked?

With a soft sigh, she realized her mother had stopped talking, and Mila flicked her gaze towards the woman again. "I understand." She recited in perfect english, to which her mother responded with a scoff. Muttering something under her breath about the english language, Mila hid her smirk behind taking a sip of her ice water. The jet was landing now, and from the airport a private car would take her to the estate where the month-long 'bad-kid' conference (as Mila liked to call it) would be held. Her parents didn't even move from their seats as Mila stood, moving to hug them both goodbye before disembarking.

Neither of them had hugged back, but that was to be expected. The car ride was a long one, and she found herself dosing until she heard the driver speaking. They'd arrived, and she stretched as well as she could in the backseat. Once the car parked, she got out and was immediately met with the flashing of cameras and questions from the paparazzi. She brushed imaginary wrinkles from her white dress, waving to the photographers and newspeople on her way up to the doors. Another worker led her towards the ballroom once inside, and she took a deep breath before walking in, her eyes immediately scanning the room for people she knew.

To her relief, there were a few faces she knew, and even fewer she was happy to see. Breathing a soft sigh of relief, she swallowed the sudden anxiety she'd felt and headed for a group of three where she was sure she knew only two of them. "Greetings from Russia, friends." She spoke in English, smiling at Anita and Rafael, her eyes lingering on the latter for a few extra seconds. Then she turned to Floris and gave him a small dip of her head. "I'm Anastasia, but please, call me Mila."

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[_amaranth_]

Anita Villareal

with: Mila, Floris, Rafael | location: Main Ballroom | outfit: this

Meeting Floris was ever so refreshing. It’s been some time since the two saw each other and it was safe to say that Anita’s heart started to flutter like crazy. Just the short walk was making her legs turn into jello. And the best part? Anita had no idea why. Sure, they had their past but they also resolved it and things have never been weird between them. But suddenly, seeing him again, looking great as ever, Ani started to be a tiny bit nervous.

"Anita. I was hoping I'd be able to get you all to myself." he said, adding that laugh she used to enjoy so much. "Well, the day is not over, is it?" she grinned and her hand lingered on his forearm a bit longer. They all knew about everyone’s crap that landed them here, so, naturally, Ani expected Floris knew why her father deemed inevitable and essential that the future Queen of Spain will come here and learn to behave. Nothing was more important. She never even had the chance to talk to her father and explain she was no “junkie Princess” as he started to call her. Yep, her own father. Peachy, right?

Honestly, Ani was a bit afraid how the others would see this little episode of her life, especially the ones she was really close to. And if Floris started to avoid her because of that, she wouldn’t be surprised. Hence the question. "Of course not, darling. It's just that my parents have taken to surrounding me with boring, ageing businessmen recently, and you don't quite fit that bill." Floris explained their lack of contact and Anita was genuinely relieved.

She was about to go on with their conversation when a male voice came from behind, excusing himself. Anita turned around and her eyes lit again. Her first reaction was to jump and hug it out with one of her oldest friends but then again, the media. And also, Floris was faster with his introduction so she politely waited for her turn. "Look what the cat dragged in." she grinned and went for warmer welcome with the Prince of Brazil. "Great to see you, Rafa. It’s been a long time. Where has your royal ass been hiding this whole time, huh?" she laughed, not really having limits with old friends.

This was what she missed the most, being in the constant spotlight now. She really had to watch her words now, everywhere she went. And with tabloids issuing weekly installments of Las aventuras de la princessa rebelde (the Adventures of the Rebel Princess), things were getting even worse. One tiny remark could be taken out of context. Even innocent hug could result in a major scandal if misrepresented. And looking back, Anita was hugging with everyone ever since had come to the main ballroom. Well, one tiny drug scandal can boost your press popularity real high. But with friends like Rafael, Ani refused to put some bullshit acts on.

And for things to get even better, another of her dearest friend appeared. Seeing Mila has brought a wide smile on Anita’s face. "If His Royal Assness of Spain saw this cast here, I would be on my way home tonight. Though I really couldn't be happier to see you all, guys." she laughed, her statement showing how much love there was between her and her father, and went to welcome the girl who has been her friend for the longest. They have met as kids a long time ago when Mila’s family was visiting Spain and honestly, Ani has never met anyone who would click with her so well.

Looking around, it seemed everyone was now present. And seeing the combination, this was going to make for an interesting month. Especially with a few royals, who were making the front pages on a regular basis. With that, Anita just grinned and moved closer to Floris so Mila could join the circle. She became much less concerned about the course of events and her mind was already reeling how to enjoy their time in Monaco as much as possible. And not only with the scheduled events.

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[KennethPhoenix18]

Urian Lancaster

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"I'm here to help, just ask..."
Location: The Main Ballroom
With: Daya
Outfit: X
Tags: SomebodyElse

Urian quietly listened to Daya, she was a delight as she introduced herself. When she answered his question, he sighed thinking about the friends he lost and his past girlfriend, Deliah. He let her speak and keeping a pleasant smile on in hopes to ease her. She wasn't too much younger than himself, but it seemed she so out of place amongst all these people. Her tone and mannerisms were right but just a tab bit off. 'This person must have been really dear to them... Poor girl.' It was always something he was good at was reading people, and caught the quiet details they tried to cover. As she flustered an apology and explanation for it, Urian chuckled.

"Princess... Daya, if I may? Firstly, I appreciate your open honesty, a hard trait to find in this upper echelon of society. So you have no need to apologize for your state. I am not sure how recently this happened but I assure you, it's okay to not be okay. Your mind is probably in a whirl, losing a friend is never easy. I have lost many friends and one who I was very close with. I can't replace your friend, but I can still be one to you if you'd like. And if you would really like to know something me, I'll start by saying I'm British. So I'm automatically an asshole." He took a sip of his drink and gave a sly grin. "You think they have any hors d'oeuvres? I think these types of parties are supposed to have some. I haven't done this shit in years." He looked over and back at her going his batter would help her.

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Prince Rafael

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afael afael took the outstretched hand of who he now knew to be the prince of the Netherlands, Floris. “Rafael Andrade, prince of Brazil.” he returned, giving a slight look over of Floris. He was a bit shocked that he hadn’t crossed paths with the prince. Rafa had spent more time in Europe than anywhere else since moving there for high school.

His attention was shifted to Anita as his friend spoke up. And he couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh at her greeting. It had been a while since he had been able to visit Spain and spend time with his old friend. “It’s good to see you my friend. You look as beautiful as ever. And, no not hiding just busy, you know, being the face of Brazil and all.” he said the last part sarcastically, even though it was true. His duties running foreign affairs were already a lot, but the last few months, he had been required to spend the majority of his time in Brazil. His father’s reasoning being that he needed to learn more about the duties of the Kingship, so he could be prepared for when his time came to accept the position.

Before Rafael could say anything else, a voice with a familiar Russian accent caught his attention. He turned slightly to get a good look at the woman who spoke and was not surprised to see his friend Mila. He gave her a smile as she turned to greet Floris. He was glad to see Mila there, he wasn’t sure if she was coming to the conference or not, and he hadn’t seen her in quite a while. He specifically hadn’t seen her since her siblings accident. He waited for her to finish her introduction to Floris and greeting with Anita before he finally spoke up.

“Glad you’re here Mila. It’s been so long, I've missed you. We have some catching up to do.” he said with a warm smile. A lot had changed in Mila's life since they had seen each other last, and he knew that she couldn't be happy with it all. Rafa took a quick look at his watch. He was ready for this formal event to end so he could relax, be himself, and have some time with his friends without all of the eyes on them. He usually kept his personal relationships private, not wanting the media to report on who he spent his time with. But, it wouldn’t be long now, as the look at his watch revealed that the dinner was set to start soon, and once that was finished he would have some freedom and privacy again.

of Brazil

Location: Ballroom Outfit: suit, shoes With: Anita, Floris, Mila Tagging: _amaranth_ alstroemeria apolla

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[div class=textinformation]rasmus stiffened at Augustine's words, placing a friendly yet firm hand on the man's shoulder. A bit of pressure was meant to dissuade the American from continuing with his poorly formulated speech. Of course, it failed and the threats that lingered in the air did not go undetected. A low sigh passed through his thinly pressed lips, almost hissing as he leaned back on his heels. Urian's sudden straightening of his posture put him on edge, Erasmus was half expecting a punch to the face and braced himself accordingly. Instead, he was met with more sly dialogue, progressing the not-so-elegant song and dance they were partaking in. The threats did nothing to concern Erasmus, but he made certain to take note of the gun so brazenly displayed. The boldness of the action shocked him, and Erasmus attempted but failed to swallow the lump in his throat. He didn't relax until the Welsh Duke had excused himself and mingled elsewhere. Turning to face his friend, he sniffed indignantly at the situation that just played out before him. The annoyance was etched into the creases in his face. "Perhaps," he started, removing his hand from Augustine's shoulder and gesturing instead at the champagne glass still clutched in his grip, "it would be a good idea for you to slow down, After all, I believe we are to be entertaining the cameras for more than a few more hours." Erasmus surmised that Auggie's belligerence stemmed from the man being slightly tipsy. Whether or not this was true did not matter. Though the two were friends, he certainly did not take well to being embarrassed by anyone in his company. After an impatient glance at his watch, his eyes flitted about the room surveying the newcomers and mentally sorting them into two separate lists: those he cared to interact with and those he'd rather stay away from. Notably, the latter was far longer than the former. It probably was inevitable that a conference meant to reform the "future leaders of the world" was capable of bringing so many annoying personalities together in one place. "At least Princesses tend to be among the beautiful woman in the world," he added, almost as an afterthought. "Prince Augustine of America, notable womanizer," he smirked.

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[SomebodyElse]

Daya listened as Urian tried to console her. She didn't exactly want to throw everything out so suddenly but it did seem like he was nice and didn't seem like he was trying to take advantage of her weakness like many tended to do in a court of elites. When he mentioned being a friend she wasn't sure what to say. His banter did seem to put him at ease and Daya did feel like she needed any allies she could possibly get.
"I would like that very much." She said smiling although abit weakly.
"I don't know. Is the food here good? I thought against drinking any alcohol but forgot that food exists as well."
Who knows what kind of hell was planned for the royals though. Daya hoped it wasn't anything too crazy. She could do well people trying to teach her to behave better but if it was something worse than Daya wasn't sure what she would do. Perhaps getting some food was best for the moment. She didn't feel like facing things on a empty stomache.
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[unscripted]

Day 1: Scene 2.
Night Cap

The welcome dinner has ended and now the young royals have their night free. Erasmus has rented out Club Violet to throw a party of his own. Initially only his friends were invited, but word has spread around the group. The party is starting soon...will you be attending? Either way, keep it on the down low!

Setting
Date: June 4th
Time: 9 pm
Weather: clear skies, 14° C/ 58° F

Spoiler: Plot

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there lived a princess…

That was how all fairytales started, right? When we hear about princes and princesses, kings and queens, we all imagine the perfect picturesque life that they must live. Garden parties, ribbon cuttings, red carpet appearances - it all sounds so glamorous and elegant. That’s because it is. The royalty of the world are the 1% of the world’s 1%. They have money, power and fame. And maybe that’s why the rest of the world are angry with them.

What the hell do the royals really do for their countries?

In an increasingly unstable political climate, the political elite are frequently having to reassert and justify their position and role in society. In a culture of parties and excess, what is there to take seriously for the young social elite? This was clear at the recent state dinner hosted by Switzerland, where several young royals’ dirty laundry was aired and ended up on the front page of several tabloids around the world. Unfortunately, this was not the first time that a scandal involving the young political elite was leaked to the media. With the public angry and their confidence in the world’s future leaders declining, damage control had to be done.

'World Leaders of Tomorrow’ was the answer - a month-long conference meant to educate the future generation of leaders on world issues, charity work and more. A public image makeover for our young reckless royals, if you will. The King and Queen of Monaco have graciously offered their home to host the conference. Young royals from around the world have been invited and many are expected to be in attendance. Of course, everyone will be expected to be on their best behavior and to put their best faces forward. All eyes will be on them, waiting to see if they will fall from grace, or miraculously redeem themselves in the eyes of the public. It will definitely be a royal affair for the books.

This is RP will be taking place in an alternate universe. With that being said, you can play a prince or princess from any country you want.
ie. even if there is no Queen of Russia, you can play the Prince of Russia. Also these characters cannot be related to existing royals and current politics do not apply.

✲ ✲ Side note: This is not an original idea, it is a reboot of an rp I was apart of years ago on another site. I have made some changes but not enough to take credit.

Spoiler: Rules

The basic rules for this RP. The detailed rules can be found in the discord. If you have any questions please ask me...don't assume!

♛ All site rules apply!
♚ Literacy: Literacy is important to me! Grammar, vocabulary and spelling are necessary to be a part of this rp. I am not going to put a paragraph minimum on posts, sometimes writer's block happens, and the roleplay needs to move forward, but I am looking for people who can easily post at least 2 paragraphs regularly. No one liners!
♛ Respect: Please be respectful and polite in all OOC conversations. This rp only works if everyone can get along and work together. If you are having any issues with someone in the group please let me know and I will work with you and the other person to get it settled. If you are being disrespectful or offensive after I have brought it to your attention, you will be removed from the RP.
♚ Plotting and Planning: All planning and OOC conversations will be done on Discord. Plotting is key for the story, so please try to plot with everyone. Just remember that plotting is a two-way street. Don't just expect people to hit you up, please try to actively send some plots out too. On that note, if someone reaches out to you, please don't ignore them. Stay active in the OOC even if it's just to say hi, just so I know that you’re still around.
♛ Posting: Please be able to post at least 2 times a week. I understand that life is hectic for some people right now with the health pandemic of the coronavirus, but please let me know if at any time you are unable to keep up with the post minimum and we will discuss how to work it out. If you are not keeping up with the expectation and have not reached out to me, you will get a warning that you are not active enough, and if that goes unfixed your character will be removed.

Spoiler: Extras

MAJOR EVENTS:
♛ WELCOME DINNER: The month-long conference will be kicked off with a welcoming dinner hosted by the King and Queen of Monaco. Once everyone gets settled in, there is a cocktail hour beginning at 5:30PM, where everyone will have the chance to get acquainted and to catch up. Dinner will begin promptly at 7:00PM. Attendance is mandatory. Dress code is semi-formal.
♚ PRESS & GARDEN PARTY: The day will begin with a morning of doing press and interviews, starting at 8:00AM, followed by a garden party with some charity founders, execs and sponsors to discuss the upcoming charity gala. Lunch will be provided. Dress code for the garden party is morning dress.
♛ CANNES FESTIVAL: Everyone has been invited to attend the Cannes Festival in Cannes, France - approximately an hour away. A yacht party hosted by Moët & Chandon will take place during the day. In the evening, everyone will walk the red carpet before attending a movie screening. Dress code for the evening is black tie.
♚ CHARITY GALA: After lots of planning, the charity gala is finally here. The young royals and political elite will finally be able to see all their hard-work pay off. Though it won't be all fun and games. Everyone has an important role to play, whether that's ensuring the event runs smoothly, getting rich folks to donate, or participating in the date auction. World leaders, as well as the press will be present, so the pressure is on. Dress code is black tie.

LOCATION:
♛ PALACE OF MONACO: The official residence of Monaco’s royal family. The conference’s attendees will be hosted here and will be where they will spend the majority of their time. While most palaces were built to be luxurious, the Palace of Monaco was built to be a fortress, and contains over seven centuries of history.
♚ CASINO DE MONTE CARLO: Located in the Monaco-ville quarter, the casino is one of the most well-known tourist spots in Monaco. The casino also houses the Grand Théâtre de Monte Carlo, also known as the opera house. If gambling’s not your thing, catch a show from Les Ballets de Monte Carlo or the Monte Carlo Philharmonic Orchestra, or shop at one of the many couture shops nearby.
♛ LARVOTTO BEACH: Known for its glamour, Larvotto Beach is a definite Monaco hotspot. If you want to stay away from pesky paparazzi or tourists, there is a private beach club, where you can rent a cabana for the day, kick back and enjoy some champagne. Many restaurants, lounges and bars line the beach as well. There are also spots for you to rent water sports-related equipment, like jet-skis and kayaks.
♚ LA MAISON DU CAFE: This café is a little more upscale than your everyday coffee shop - perfect for the young elite. It has all your caffeinated needs - from espresso and lattes, to cappuccinos. La Maison also has some of the best French pastries around.
♛ LOUIS IV: Louis IV is a more lowkey, casual restaurant with an amazing view of the water and has the best seafood dishes. Get a nice tan while you dine on the outdoor patio, or grab a table inside if you want a little more privacy. They also offer brunch and all-you-can-drink mimosas on the weekend.
♚ LE PAPILLON: For something a bit more upscale and fancy, Le Papillon is your go-to spot. It’s a bit of a hotspot for socialites and celebrities, so there are often paps camping outside on the street, but not to worry because the restaurant has top notch security guards. Make sure you dress to impress when you dine here because they won’t let you in otherwise.
♛ CLUB VIOLET: Named after its purple interior decor and lighting, Club Violet is one of the newer clubs in town, but it has already made quite a name for itself. Well-known DJs from around the world come here to perform, and the club boasts a guest list full of A-list celebrities, young royals and socialites alike. It is so exclusive that people don’t even bother lining up at the door because they know that they won’t get in.
♚ METROPOLE CENTER: The Metropole Shopping Center has all of your shopping needs for any occasion. While many designer and couture shops line the streets of Monte Carlo, sometimes you just need a good ol’ fashioned mall.

Spoiler: Links

Charater Page: Here

 

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Prince Rafael

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afael shook his head as he read the texts his father had sent him, before throwing his phone on his bed. He decided to ignore his father for the night. He had already spent so much energy schmoozing at the welcome dinner that he wanted to clear his mind of all his political duties for the night. That was why as soon as the dinner was over he had left with a quickness, wanting to forgo any and all of the goodbyes.

He looked through his clothes trying to decide on something more comfortable to wear for the rest of the night. Anita had invited him to a private party for the young royals being thrown at one of the new clubs in Monaco, and while initially he wasn’t going to go, he changed his mind when he got to his room and realized he wasn’t ready to turn in for the night. Plus, this would give him a more relaxed environment to catch up with his friends and meet some of the others attending the conference.

Once he was dressed, he returned to his phone and texted Anita asking for the address of the club. Once that was sent, he called for a car to pick him up at the side entrance of the palace, so he could make a discreet exit. He took one more look at himself in the mirror before exiting the room and making his way into the halls of the palace. He paused outside of his room, trying to remember his way around. He hadn’t been at the palace long, and he had yet to really learn the layout. He opted to take turn left and see if he could find one of the palace workers who may be able to direct him.

of Brazil

Location: Palace Hallways Outfit: Here Mentioned: Anita Tagging: _amaranth_ ​

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[_amaranth_]

Anita Villareal

with: no one yet | location: Club Violet | outfit: this

Once the dinner was over, Anita rushed to her room, not even looking back. Rude? Possibly. But she was going to talk to her friends a bit later. All she wanted to do was kick off the heels and tear the stuffy uncomfortable dress off of her. Fortunately, her bags were already there and when the black dress finally fell to her ankles, she threw herself on the bed, laying there in her underwear for quite some time. And her head was focused only on one thing. Thank god people like Raz were here. He already managed to book the club and Ani simply couldn’t wait to blow off the steam. She let a few more people know, like Rafael or Mila, just in case the news didn’t get to them.

She spent quite a while choosing the clothes. Sure, she was still a princess and there was a certain dress code she was supposed to follow, official event or not. “Oh just…fuck it.” she muttered and chose whatever she deemed suitable for a party. Press was not going to be there so she didn’t have to be concerned about her picture on the front page the next day. A few of her outfits have already been there and no, Anita was really not in the mood for another endless lecture from her father.

Dressing up took her only a moment and when she fixed her make-up and hair, she called a car which was supposed to take her to the club. Ani checked her purse, phone, money and a little something she was looking forward ever since she set her heeled foot on the tarmac. She was dreaming about that blunt in the car and wasn’t sure if there was someone to share it with but she needed a bit of a stress relief tonight. Because it was such a good idea really, as if it wasn’t a drug scandal that got her here…

As expected, she was the first one to arrive. Well, who is the thirstiest of them all? Though Anita could care less. She simply walked inside the club and exhaled, satisfied that finally she could truly be herself. She left her jacket in the coat room and walked straight to the bar. “Michter’s Celebratory Sour Mash, make it double please.” she asked the man behind the bar but he only shook his head, apologizing for not being able to fulfil her wish since this bourbon was not on the shelf for now. “Hmm…fine, how about Chivas Regal 25?” she asked and with a polite nod, the bartender hurried to get her a glass.

Being a princess was not easy but Ani had to admit that it had its perks. For example, renting out the whole club. “Thank you.” she smiled at the bartender and walked to a large booth, folding her tiny frame elegantly at the table. “Cheers, Anita, enjoy this while you can.” she muttered and took a generous sip of the smooth amber liquid. After filling herself with champagne (honestly, after the fifth glass, she stopped counting), it was very refreshing to finally get something richer and the scotch whiskey was a real way to go. She was just hoping someone would appear soon as partying on her own was not really her favorite.

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MILA

To be frank, the dinner was uneventful. It was just shy of stuffy and boring, actually. Mila enjoyed the small talk only to a degree, but none of them could really open up with the press there. She thought she even saw a few of the press members sleeping, though she tried not to stare. There was one good thing that came out of the dinner, though, and that was when Anita managed to get a message to Mila that one of the other royals had rented out a club for them tonight. Just for them. No press, no public.

Of course, her first question was, am I invited? She didn't know much about the royal in question, nor had they interacted much at all during the dinner. Her follow up question, however, was why wouldn't I be? The thought of not going and just sitting in her room for the rest of the night didn't sit well with her at all. A club with no public and no press? Of course she had to go.

After the dinner, most of the royals slipped out without long goodbyes, which was fine with Mila. She found her own room and stripped out of her uncomfortable dress quickly, changing into something more club appropriate. She ran a brush through her hair and left it down, moving on to touch up her makeup afterwards, making it a bit darker and smokier. Once she was satisfied, she poked her head out of her door, relieved to find the hallway empty.

Stepping out into it, she set off to find a back exit, one where she wouldn't be seen leaving. Hopefully.

It didn't take her long to realize she had no idea where she was going. Cursing under her breath, she rounded yet another corner, pausing when she saw someone down the hall. She'd been afraid it was a worker, or worse yet, a press member, but she realized that it was Rafael upon closer inspection. "Rafa!" She breathed a sigh of relief as they got closer to each other. "You looking for a back exit, too?" She asked, trying to keep her voice low.

Spoiler: Outfit

location

palace hallways

mood

"Lost."

outfit

Click!

tags

Rafael ( unscripted )

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