Iris

“My specialty is franzbrötchen and that’s where my skills end,” Kalla admitted putting her hands on her hips. The recipe in front of them already giving her a headache, she had never touched a dinner recipe much less one that could be labeled as challenging. She looked at the two people of her group. “Does either of you know how to deep fry the shrimps?” Her eyes automatically drafted towards the only staff member of the group, she had a slight hunch that the English might not have been too familiar with the process either. She was aware that this was a class she was attending but everything was a competition for her —- she wanted their group to be the most successful. “Have you done anything like this before?”

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While Iris knew her way around a kitchen, some things were beyond her. At least frying was something she’d picked up, but it wasn’t a perfected skill at all. “I do,” she replied, a little hurt that it was assumed she couldn’t cook. Then again, her time spent as a ‘normal’ person wasn’t common knowledge at all. How would they know she had an ex she’d learned to cook for? “Yes, I have.” It wasn’t Iris’s first cooking class so it made her wonder if she’d picked the wrong one when she realized she was a tad bit ahead. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little hot oil,” the blonde said as she nudged the shrimp over, still in their shells. “Can you de-vein or is this all new?” she asked, curiosity and a need to know the cause, not trying to be a bitch. Well, not right then. “By the way, shrimp don’t have veins.” Yeah, she’d squealed and freaked when she first found out what she was actually doing with the shrimp. And Iris was actually proud of herself for her progress.

cullen breathed lightly in iris’s arms, his hysteria melted away by the serenity. he was drifting off in the warmth, stirred by the flush of goosebumps over the blonde’s arms. he mumbled something incoherent before pushing himself off the bed and throwing her his tank top and heavier button-up, crawling lazily back under the blankets. he laughed vaguely at something she had said in return, but went right back to where he had been, his own scent sticking to her skin. he wondered what that would mean for the next day, how he would sneak the girl out of his room with guards posted outside. he shrugged it off, hoping “I was drunk” would be enough of a lifesaver as it was for normal people.

normal, he scoffed, tangling his legs neatly with iris’s, his long arms wound around her and clasped together at her lower back, pulling her to him. he rested his chin atop her head, smiling at the soft breathing against his collarbone. “go to sleep,” he ushered, “it’ll be morning soon.”

The sweet embrace was comforting, warm, but Iris couldn’t catch his words. Her blonde brows furrowed when he got off the bed again, her hand reaching for him. Taking the clothes, she laughed and shook her head, tugging the tank top on and setting the other top aside. It was too much work to find what little she had on before, instead just wrapped around him. Sneaking in and out of her room was one thing, but she didn’t do it in a dress like she’d gone out in that night. Normal wasn’t something she’d had in a long time. The short while it’d been hers, it was blissful and just so. . .different. And she missed it, but she also accepted what her life was. 

“I’m sorry Iris, I can’t imagine how hard it all must have been. And to keep it a secret, I mean you really didn’t tell anyone when you came home?” Nic questioned, knowing that if she had been in Iris’s position she would have needed to mention it to at least someone, if she was having to deal with not seeing someone she had loved enough to agree to marry. “Of course, he won’t hear anything about it from me until you’ve told him.” Shifting so that Iris could wrap around her more comfortable, lifting one hand to pet the blonde’s hair. “Is there any possibility of the relationship restarting?”

The man couldn’t help but smirk at the blonde’s words. “Am I here to talk as an ally or a friendly face though?” he joked. “I do, actually. What’s that about?”

“Sorry about that.” the words came out of his mouth as he entered her room for the second time that week. As much as he didn’t like to admit it, Iris was the closest person he had in Shanghai to who he would actually ask for advice in that matter that wasn’t completely pissed at him. He decided to ignore her explanation and the lack of clothes she was in for his own good. “I just- I was somehow an ass to someone and since you had to deal with my rude ass for some time I thought on asking for your advice.”

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Nic sat and patiently waited while Iris explained further, feeling her own heart grow heavy as she heard the sop escape. Wrapping an arm around the younger princesses shoulders, using her thumb to draw soothing circles on her back. “You know I will not judge you, but how would the marriage have worked? He would have to have found out eventually, wouldn’t he?” She queried, failing to see a way to keep her position a secret for very long, soon enough the press would have caught wind, never mind the fact that she wasn’t sure Iris’s parents would have been very pleased at their daughter marrying below her station. “But how did he react when he found out you were royal?”

“A gentleman on the elevator said you were looking for me so here I am. In what can I be useful?”

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“I don’t do it very often but maybe I should start doing it.” She chuckled softly “At least until my ankle feels better.” She did love her shoes and wasn’t used to walking around barefoot. “I managed to convince them to let me walk around on my own for a little while. Maybe they won’t agree with that again after this, is nothing but I’m sure they’ll make a big deal out of it.” 

“Did I wake you up?” that was the first question that popped up in Pedro’s head when she opened the door. He probably had the worst timing ever but mornings were when he was on his best mood and thinking better. He definitely didn’t take into consideration that most people don’t normally wake up as early as he does. “I can come back another time, it’s not important.” he shrugged. It wans’t really important, he just wanted to talk.

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As she listened to the princess, Lucrezia tried to guess what was she thinking about but with no luck. She couldn’t guess what was in Iris’ mind but she decided to go for it. At least once. “Then let’s do it. For some reason, I know it’s a pretty bad idea but I’m a little sick of having to act like a princess all the time. Let’s have fun.”