PRINCESS OF FRANCE

“can i help you with something?” he asked, opening the door to the hades suite and peering out at the knocker. dimitri half expected it to be his sister coming to check on him, but was pleasantly surprised to see another face. “if you’re selling cookies or brownies then I don’t want any, unless they’re special.”

“Would you rather have fingers as long as arms or arms as long as fingers?” Alexander asked the person nearby, a grin on his lips as he turned to look at them, wiggling his fingers in the air for added emphasis. “Both are highly impractical, but I’m gonna need an answer.”

“i’d like to thank video games and cartoons for giving me the fear of slipping random banana peels at any given moment.” ada murmured as she was carrying her bags to her room. “i mean, of course i’m not a paranoid person. do you think i’m paranoid? nope. not even a little.”

“I’m in mourning,” the princess stated, as she noticed the accompanying presence. Playing on dramatics, just like her mother, Grace had donned herself in dark clothing to begin her first day back at the institute after a family vacation. A reminder of the hell that awaited the blonde through those double doors. “For my freedom.” she continued, before assumptions were made. “What was ever wrong with just letting kids teach themselves through experience? I can’t believe I have to come back here.”