* ᴸᵁᶜᴵᴰ / / ᴰᴿᴱᴬᴹˢ ;

     allowing the mexican princess to pull her out to dance, alejandra couldn’t help but smile. “i was actually waiting for your sister, but i guess we can dance in the meantime,” the girl jested lightly. “you look nice tonight, izzy! though i’m not even surprised.” the other princess ( and josefina, honestly ) was flawlessly gorgeous, no matter what outfit was chosen, and alejandra had to hand it to them. “blue is a good color for you.”

— crown princess alejandra of colombia attending the wedding of crown prince espen of norway and princess linnea of sweden.

     “tough luck, you’re going to have to. we ALL have to, one way or another. the entire point of this is to bring monarchs together in peace --- nothing in that says we’re genuinely happy.” if alejandra was honest with herself, she didn’t think there could be genuine happiness in any of this madness. maybe with lachlan she could’ve been, but even then she was unsure. maybe, despite any problems, she might’ve felt jealous that her two best friends were paired with people who actually seemed to be alright. hell, even her younger brother’s unfortunate wife-to-be seemed perfectly fine with the situation presented to her. “you don’t know what i mean? alright.” it was cryptic, and the glare that formed on her expression likely didn’t help, but the princess didn’t particularly feel bad about it. well --- perhaps, deep down she had, but that wasn’t surfacing. “just don’t be a cabrón in front of the cameras and you’ll be fine.”

alejandra: yes well i’m strongly inclined to remind you that if she’s that excited about the blue, she can have it for her own wedding. alejandra: since, you know that’s a thing too. alejandra: but i’ll tell you what --- since she seems like a sweet chiquita and believe it or not i think family is important, we can do blue.

     “you can try if you want di, but i’m not holding out for any miracles either.” alejandra shrugged before drinking, listening to the other two go back-and-forth. when the topic was dropped, however, the brunette reached over for the wine bottle and poured herself some more. “you don’t owe him anything,” she started with a soft sigh, “it was what? one night? that’s hardly anything to get so worked up over, i can guarantee.” pausing in her words momentarily, alejandra placed a hand on diana’s shoulder comfortingly. “josefina’s not wrong. you know, sometimes it’s...” another pause, more so trying to find a decent wording, “well, sometimes it’s better to not bring things up? not every morally right choice is the correct one and although you might not like that, it’s... how it is, sometimes.” not that she’d know much about that part, admittedly. but, for her best friend, she was trying --- she just couldn’t exactly understand the insisting. “it isn’t the end of the world, and if it is, that’s his fault. the summit may have placed you two together, but unless you both declared yourselves officially dating, you’re single and able to do whatever you want --- without feeling guilty.” | @hrh-diana

Alejandra: they’re not bad Alejandra: i might like them more if it was red instead of blue, not gonna lie Alejandra: but they’re not bad

     “unfortunately yes, theodor --- wait, does he really? why am i not surprised.” alejandra rolled her eyes before drinking her wine. of course her betrothal would hang around diana’s little sister. of course. the universe wouldn’t have it any other way, it seemed. but at diana’s own admittance, the colombian princess placed a hand to her heart. she couldn’t help but to feel pride for her friend. at least on some level. “ah... i’m with josefina on this one, sorry to say,” a chuckle bubbled from her smirking lips as she drank more, “besides, everyone knows a mature guy is leagues better in bed than someone who hardly acts his own age.” she paused, dark eyes surveying diana’s reaction. “well. was he good in bed? he looks like he knows what he’s doing, but maybe that’s all a ruse.” | @hrh-diana

     “look, you might not be thrilled about this but neither am i. it’s political, nothing more, and i am sure we can both agree on that,” alejandra cornered her fiancé in a secluded part of the palace. an unsuspecting corridor, yes, and maybe she could have gone about it better, but nevertheless it worked. after all --- one thing she’ll never admit to was she inherited her father’s impetuous reign at times. “i expect you to at least play pretend in front of paparazzi and reporters. at least. got it? that’s all you have to do.” she paused, eyeing the prince briefly. “otherwise i don’t really care what you do as long as it isn’t able to embarrass me as well.”

     shifting her position on diana’s bed --- it was big enough to comfortably fit all three of them, undoubtedly --- alejandra couldn’t help but grin when josefina pulled out the bottle, definitely looking forward to getting alcohol in her system. although wine wasn’t the most popular drink in her country ( colombian aguardiente or rum, depending on where a person lived, took precedence ), barón balché easily became a staple when they hung out. “well! i found out the crown prince of germany is my new fiancé,” she spoke, voice faking enthusiasm. “apparently he was too busy to come in time for the opening ceremony, though word is he’s here now.” not like she missed him; it was nice to have a night alone without the looming doom of a wedding. “here’s to hoping that the mono doesn’t make this feel like pulling teeth, right?” truth be told, she already had a feeling this was going to be more of a pain than anything. “but how about you two? please tell me you have more exciting things in your lives.” | @hrh-diana