Matt

Isolde looked up at the male shyly and closed her book. She took out her airpods and put them in her case. She blushed lightly and looked down “It’s alright, I kind of go into my own little world when I read. So it’s easy to startle me.” The Irish princess said quietly. She got up slowly and held out her hand. “I’m Isolde, I arrived a few days ago and I’m still getting lost around here.” She smiled small. “It’s nice to meet you.“

Matteo nods and gives a small bow, “Pleased to meet you too, Isolde”, he said with a smile and took her hand to place a kiss upon her knuckles. “I can imagine”, he said and straightened himself up. “Do you know where exactly we are, and how we can go back to the hall entrance? I’m sure I can find my way around from there”, he chuckled softly.

Cassandra had learned to find solitude in both the library and the gardens since coming to Russia. The library was her favorite, surrounded by books as opposed to people, but the gardens had its perks as well. Of course, a guard was never far behind but she could pretend, at least for a bit, she was back in the gardens near her home. And when a familiar voice spoke, a smile spread on her lips. “I do not know, Matteo.” she replied, moving a bit closer. “But I highly doubt that anyone will say something to you if you wish to steal a flower or two. You are, after all, the future king of Italy.”

His smile came easily when he saw who approached him. “Cassie, you’re a sight for these sore eyes”, he said and leaned down to kiss her cheek. Finally, someone familiar in the foreign place. They had been best friends since forever, being there for each other during the rough times. “I’m not sure. It’s not fair to use my title as an excuse”, he chuckled. “What if I start an international crisis?”, he doubted stealing a rose or two would cause any crisis betweeon Italy and Russia. Those kind of things happened only in fairytales. “Plus, I have the feeling it wouldn’t be the greatest starter with this relationship with Eden”, he blused a bit when he said the name of his fiance. Cassandra was also her best friend after all.

Astrid was walking around the castle, watching it closely, learning every curve of its wall. It was so different from her home place. “Home…” she muttered. She was deep in her thoughts when a voice brought her back. “Hur sa?” she asked forgetting for a second she was supposed to use English. “Excuse me, could you please repeat I wasn’t paying attention.”

Matteo frowned, he didn’t like to admit, but he had no idea what the woman said, or what language she was speaking. Which was a shame, since he was the crown prince of Italy, “That’s alright”, he said with a gentle smile, “I was wondering if we were allowed to pick some of these flowers”, he looked down at the bushes, “I was hoping to get something special for someone”

She was caught up in her frustration, too distracted with the task at hand to truly pay attention to who the guy rushing to her aid was. Upon turning around to meet his gaze, his name popped into her head, and she instantly knew who the male was. Her baby sister’s husband to be. Oh, she couldn’t interfere with this one, which truly was a shame, Christelle could have her fun with almost anyone, yet this one was promised to her sister, and she wouldn’t do anything to hurt her sister. “It sure is.” Her lips curled into a smirk, as she allowed for her back to rest lightly against the wooden shelf; blue orbs studying the male, “You must be the guy who’s betrothed to my little sister. What are you doing roaming around the kitchen at such a late hour? Rough night?” She arched a brow teasingly. 

Maybe it was the bad light, or perhaps he was just distracted but he hadn’t recognized the girl until she mentioned his betrothal. He looked at her and studied her face for a second, and it finally hit him. “And you must be Christelle, right?”, he asked with a small smile as he opened the cabinet and searched for a tea pot, Matteo wasn’t a huge fan of tea, he’d always pick coffee over it, but considering how anxious he was right now, and how tired he still was from the flight to be there, he thought it was wise to drink something to help him sleep, instead of keeping him up for the rest of the night “I can’t sleep”, he said with a shrug of a shoulder while he picked the chamomile leaves and walked to the oven to heat the water. “I’ve just got here, still getting used to this place... And I’m going to meet your sister tomorrow”

“Right. Yeah, it’s a bit of a mess, isn’t it?” Nate agreed, having heard the other sigh at least half a dozen time within the last few minutes, undecided as to whether he should step inside the room or leave the way he’d come, find another soul that might take him to where he wanted to go. “D’you need any help with anything? To, I dunno, clear your head or something? I haven’t been here much longer, but you just…” Look sad? It wasn’t really like him to offer to help someone else but, there was something almost pitiful in the dejected way the other man was sitting. Some of the other people here had probably left behind important people to them, too, and his heart panged with the image of his niece before he quickly shut that door away.

“I guess so, it’s so different from where I’m from. I supposed it’s going to take a while till I get used ot it”, he pursed his lips, looking down. He was lost for a short moment, thinking of his home and family. He had heard his brother would join him soon, perhaps he wouldn’t feel so home sick with Nicollo around. “No, thank you. But I think you need help with something, right?”, he asked as he grabbed his phone and stood up. He could write his parents later, walking around the place could be a very good distraction for now, “I’m Matteo by the way”

The biggest part of his job was, maybe, staying in the shadows. Or just going by as unnoticed as possible, so as to not interrupt any dalliances from anyone infinitely more important than he was. Or their affairs, in every sense of the word. Still, sometimes one couldn’t help but be right beside them while completing their duties, and some other times they were even spoken to. Boston was not the kind of man to back down from a little bit of a chit-chat. “Those hydrangeas? Of course, as long as they’re in a bush and not part of some bigger decoration scheme, uh, sir.” And here, he made an awkward half bow, made all the more indignified by the garden shears in his hands. “But, if you were hoping to make a bouquet someone would take a big sniff out of, I’d be wary of them. Insecticides and such. Were you interested in any colors or messages in particular? Could I assist?” he offered, trying his best not to seem like an overexcited dork when it came to flowers.

Matteo glanced at the flowers the man was talking about, pursing his lips as he imagined those weren’t exactly what he had pictured in his mind. He turned just in time to see the man bowing and he nodded lightly. As crown prince he was used to having people bowing to him.... But that was back home, or in an official event. But in this talk so casual like this one, it felt a bit too much. “Call me Matteo, please”, he said gently. “I’m not sure...”, he said and when the gardener offered assistance he sighed in relieve. “I’d appreciate the assistance very much”, he nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed now that he was going to have a professional help, “I want warm colors”, he starting, thinking of the heat in Monaco and the colors, “It’s for my fiance, I’m going to meet her for the first time since our parents arranged the marriage and I want to make a good impression”

It was a rather quiet morning, and once again Zoey had found comfort in the gardens; her nose stuck in a book, as per usual. In one hand she held a bouquet of flowers she had previously gathered from the gardens, not really aware if that was even appropriate. She couldn’t help it anyway - they were oh so beautiful, and their scent was truly intoxicating, she had to have some of them in her room, they brightened the whole place. As the man approached, and his voice eased through her senses, she barely glanced up at him, “I don’t really know. I already did so without really asking for permission. I’d say go for it - I won’t tell a soul.” Her gaze then met his own, as she offered him a small chuckle. 

Matt smirked at the girl once she gazed to him. “Well, if anyone asks I promise to not tell who said I was allowed”, he said and nodded lightly. He turned then his gaze to the bushes around him, looking for any flower that reminded the ones from Italy or Monaco. “Forgive me if I’m disturbing your reading, but would you like to help me? I’d really appreciate if you helped me gathering a bouquet like yours”, he pointed to the flowers in her hand and smiled. He was a bit nervous, but he wasn’t showing it, and Matt did want to cause a bad impression. Plus, he’d feel more confident having a girl’s opinion on the matter.

Thomas was sick of being cooped up. But with no guard available so he could go to the village, he had to settle for the gardens. He’d settled in a sunny patch of grass with a book, trying to distract himself from how absolutely stuck he was feeling. It was quiet except for some background chatter from others walking by and a few birds singing, until someone spoke, too close for it to be a passerby. He paused, and looked up from the book, folding down the corner of the page so he wouldn’t lose his spot. The man who’d spoken was vaguely familiar to Thomas. The crown prince of somewhere-or-other. Thomas looked from him to the bush, and shrugged. “I’m not sure. I don’t think anyone will notice, since it probably won’t kill the plant,” he reasoned. “Why?” Thomas asked, though he immediately wished he hadn’t, since the answer was obvious: he wanted to pick the flowers. 

Once the other young man looked at him, Matteo was able to recognize him, or at least know where he was from, and when the man spoke he had no doubt. Certainly someone from England. “Well...”, Matt started. He didn’t want to break any rules and do something he wasn’t allowed too, but he also wanted his first official meeting with Eden to be special. “I thought giving some of those to my future bride, to break some ice”, he asnwered honestly. Why lie about it? 

14. greatest fear(s)?Disppointing his family and nation, not being able to be the king they all deserve.

15. what is their vice? (wrath, greed, pride, lust, gluttony, sloth, envy)Pride

16. what would their hogwarts house be?Gryffindor

17. did they graduate high school? if so did they attend college?Yes and he’s also graduated in Political Science

18. when was their first real relationship? how’d it go?He was 16 or 17... A noble from his court, but it wasn’t very serious because he knew that one of his duties as the future king would be marrying someone for alliance, not love.

4. do they have a favorite movie?Not exactly. Matteo likes historical movies, but also action. He loves the Star Wars movies, but also the Count of Monte Cristo.

6. most three recently watched on netflix?Versailles, Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD and The Good Place

7. celebrity crush?Natalie Portman

16. what would their hogwarts house be?Gryffindor

27. do they have tattoos or piercings? No.

29. do they enjoy coffee or tea? hot or iced? Hot Coffee

24. opinion on horror films?Matteo likes them, both classical ones and the ones released after The Conjuring.

25. do they have allergies?No, he’s a healthy big boy.

26. do they have a certain aesthetic or style?Yes! You’ll never see Matteo with clothing too casual. He’s always dressed to impress, after all he’s the future king, so there’s a whole clothing protocol he must follow.

27. do they have tattoos or piercings? No.

@edenofmonaco

It was late that night, way past midnight, when Christelle went to the kitchen in order to get herself a bottle of.. really just something. She was feeling a tad restless, never truly one to fall asleep early and that easily. She always liked to have a little drink to help ease into slumber. Strolling into the kitchen; the clicking of her high heels against the tiles echoing around the large room, she glanced around for the staff, or anyone really, “Hello? Anyone here?” She called out, her brows furrowing slightly when no one answered in the next two seconds. With a small shrug of her shoulders, she went to the cupboard where all the wine bottles were, and propped herself on her toes in order to reach one. Due to her height even with heels on, it was quite difficult to reach it, “Oh, come on..” She puffed out of her cheeks. 

The bed felt uncomfortable, the place seemed wrong.. Matteo was having a hard time falling asleep that first night in the Russian castle. Remembering the tour he took hours earlier around the building, it wasn’t that hard to find the kitchen. He had no idea what time was, or if the kitchen would be already alive and getting ready for the next day. All he knew was that he needed some tea to ease his nerves, and then maybe he’d be able to have some sleep that night. Walking into the kitchen, he found it deserted, except for the woman trying to reach a wine bottle. “Scusami”, he said softly and stood by her side, taking one of the bottles with ease, “Is this what you wanted?”, he questioned while handing her the bottle.

“Would you happen to know where I  could find an archery range around here?” Nate spoke up, not really minding whether he scared the other person by suddenly appearing on an open doorway and speaking up. There was fairly little one could do around the palace but laze around and he’d simply never been quite used to that. Training grounds, for that matter had not been delineated in the map to the property he’d gotten.

Matt sighed at his useless phone and tossed it to the side on the couch he was sitting. So it was true, he couldn’t talk to his family back in Italy and tell them he got in Russia and he was alright. With the kidnapping and the threaten of the rebels, he wanted to ease his parents worried upon him, especialy his mother. He was wondering if he should write a letter, or ask the staff of the castle if his family was aware of his arrival when he heard the young man at the doorway. He shook his head, “I actually have no idea. I’ve just arrived, so I’m still learning how things work here”, he stare down at his phone and took another sigh.

as usual isolde was hiding from pretty much everyone. sitting on a window sill, reading one of her favorite books. her airpods blasting one of her favorite bands on full blast as she read and imagined herself in a different world. a world where she was a different woman in another life. she didn’t realize there was someone approaching and when they caught her eye she gasped and jumped slightly. she placed her hand on her heart and paused the music on her phone. “you scared me.” she breathed out. 

After arriving to the castle, Matteo freshned up in his private room. He could start unpacking his private itens, but he was definitely not in mood for it. Instead, he decided to go out and explore the place that he would call home for the next months. He walked across the walls, discovering the different rooms and places inside the walls. He walked for a while until he got to a point of having no idea where exactly where he was, or how to return to the rooms wing. Turning the corner, he saw the girl sitting by herself, and he approached her, hoping she could tell him where they were. “Oh”, he gasped when he saw her touching her phone. Matt had really no idea she was listening to music, “I didn’t mean to. I’m Matteo, I’ve just arrived and I’m afraid I’m already lost”