oscar bernadotte

Yerik knew what his job consisted of at home, but now being stuck in Greece he had no idea. Luckily, or rather unluckily, Sasha didn’t seem to be pushing his luck in going out. That left him either stuck in the room with him or patrolling the hall ways, not that he minded however he wished that for Sasha’s sake that the grand duke would leave the room knowing he’d eventually go stir crazy. He decided it was best to pace the hallway for awhile before he heard someone turning down the hall grabbing his attention. “It’s a nice day out isn’t?” He asked trying to use light conversation to gauge if the person was a threat or not.

“I ice people out? Have you met yourself?”

It was still winter in Greece, but even winter had uncharacteristically warm days on occasion and such was a day. He lathered himself and Novalie in sunscreen before grabbing the necessary tools for making sand castles and wandered down to the beach. The water was still far too cold for swimming so while Novalie sat next to him, singing to herself as she built her sandcastle, Riley removed his shirt, closed his eyes and lay down on the warm sand, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his bare chest. 

He drifted on the verge of sleep for half an hour until Novalie’s voice woke him up. Riley sat up, realising that she had been waving and greeting a person also walking the beach and nearing them. 

“Hi!” She called out happily, waving at the person with her shovel, a smile spreading across Riley’s face at her social skills.

Freya knew that she had a smile on her face that seemed to be permanent since the phone call from her parents. Despite the cold winter outside the walls nothing could get to her. “It’s a beautiful day outside isn’t it?”

Charlotte walked the halls of the castle with a book in her hands. This was something she’d perfected at a young age–the ability to walk and read at the same time. Her eyes scanned the page, each word like a memory of a distant time and yet she had never lived it herself. It always felt that way, carried her off and landed her in a world different from her own. She loved being able to feel the wind as if it were rustling the end of her dress–even if she was standing indoors. Her fantasy came to an end when she very nearly flattened herself against a wall–or a person, who knew? She peeked over the edge of her book. “Sorry–guess I’m not used to this place yet.”