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Felix was, admittedly, a mercurial man whether he wanted to be or otherwise– his poor moods could come upon him just as easily as good ones and he abhorred the feeling of both of them if only because he understood that it was often aspects of his Bipolar disorder flaring up that caused his moods more than anything he was doing. His depressions could be so intense and prolonged that he would almost welcome the manic periods that tended to follow; it was rare that he felt particularly even keeled even under the influence of medication and still he’d woken that morning feeling… alright. He wasn’t low and he wasn’t high and that felt like a small victory unlike any he’d had in quite some time. It had bolstered him enough to try his hand at proper socializing– though he’d gotten as far as the library before he’d gotten distracted with a novel he’d been meaning to read for weeks but hadn’t had the energy to start. 

Rather than remain in the library he’d checked out the novel and made his way to the beach, shedding his t-shirt when he began to sweat and curling up on a blanket to read. A shadow above him drew his attention after a long while and blue eyes shifted upwards to greet his unexpected guest, Felix offered a rare, genuine smile, “Salut? Am I taking up your space or something? There’s uh, plenty of beach to go around. Unless you needed me for something. In which case: what can I do?”

Sophia had taken on a tan that would likely make her pale Canadian parents shudder. But alas, her natural tones along with the constant time spent on the beach left her to a more glowing tone than she usually had in snowy cities half of the year. As per usual she was making her way to the beach to ignore the every day problems and pretend she was on a weird sort of vacation. 

When she saw a familiar face she immediately made her way towards the French accent. “Bonjour.” She hummed, grinning at the other. “You are not. I was actually here to ask if I could join you.” While the beginning of their friendship was a bit rocky, she enjoyed the company of the other and was set on spending more time to show that there truly could be a friendship between the two. “So, you can do one thing and that is share your company with me.”

“I don’t think he’d even fight back. He’s not the type.” Wendy could talk about Teddy all day; she was completely enamored by him. She knew that she was lucky to have such an amazing man at her side, one that she was sure would never hurt her or break her heart. “Third wheel, huh? Don’t you want to find someone for yourself?” she asked teasingly. 

Sophia thought about it for a moment before nodding her head. “You’re not wrong though he definitely would fight for you.” It was obvious to the Canadian that the two cared for each other. Her eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head. “Not particularly. Besides, I’m not even really a princess. I think I could be quite content not marrying and just enjoying my life as I would like........bothering the two of you.”

Wendy’s face flushed and she smiled a little wider, happy to know that her friend was in good spirits. Licking her lips, she brushed some hair out of her face and shrugged her shoulders. “Teddy isn’t the possessive type,” she said in nonchalance, knowing that her fiance wouldn’t mind all the time she spent with Sophia. “He would be happy as long as I’m having fun,” she teased, a knowing smile on her face. 

Sophia laughed. “That’s true. At least, he’s never seemed to possessive. And who knows? Perhaps I could take him in a fight.” She definitely couldn’t. She had some spunk in her but size-wise Teddy would have the upper hand. “You two are going to have a great life once we get off this island. I can’t wait to third wheel.”

⛚  Closed Starter For || @sophiaofcanada​

Location: Tulach House Date: Saturday, 5/9/2020 Time: Late Afternoon

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Devyn couldn’t lie, when she got a notice saying that she was no longer the watcher over the Australian Prince - she was ecstatic. Really she just now hoped that her new charge is better. Then again, she didn’t know how any worse any royal could after her first charge. Argo, she shoved her feet in her converse and threw up hair in a ponytail - whistling for Dex to follow her out of her villa and over towards the Tulach House. 

It didn’t take long for her to find out where Sophia Lastor lived. Knocking softly on the door she called out to her new charge. “Sophia Lastor - if you’re in there open up!” 

Sophia was absolutely okay with losing the pirate that was watching her. She didn’t care where she went but it was no sadness from the Canadian who generally didn’t see eye to eye with the American. She was laying comfortably on her bed reading a book on the exotic species of butterflies in the amazon when she heard and knock and an unfamiliar name.

Her eyebrows rose as she set the book down and opened the door. “That’s me.” She hummed, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at the woman. “I’m guessing you’re my replacement pirate babysitter.”

“Hey,” she said, bounding over to Sophie with a smile on her face. She was dressed in a bathing suit, a beach-cover over top of it to protect her skin from the blazing sun. Her hair was pulled back out of her face in a tight braid, but there were some hairs that had escaped that she didn’t mind to brush back. “Did you want to go to the hot springs with me?” she asked, tilting her head in question. “I was going to go alone but it might be… more fun with you there.” // @sophiaofcanada​

Sophia was ‘tanning’ on the beach to the extent that she was covered in sunscreen and she was likely to change maybe one shade. Lifting her sunglasses, an easy smile fell on her lips when she saw a familiar face and closed the book in her hands. “Now Wendy darling, you know I could never say no to any of your offers.” She teased, winking at the other. Standing up, she smirked over at the blonde. “Your man is going to think I’m stealing you away from him though right? Because hot springs are the ideal location for wooing.” The Canadian teased.

Sophia was still giggling as she looked at the other who was absolutely covered in whipped cream. Apparently a pirate had set up a prank outside of the canteen to catch unsuspecting royals. Luka was one of those unsuspecting royals apparently and Sophia was enjoying the sight. “All of it actually.” She spoke in between laughter. “Really, I think this is quite a good look for you.”

“I mean, if you know French and/or Italian, it’ll help a lot. Latin being the base language and all,” Ainsley pointed out. “If you know Latin, you can learn French, Italian, Spanish. A lot of others. That might be helpful to learn first.”

Latin would also help with any veterinary terminology as well which would be beneficial. Sophia’s grin spread across her face and she nodded. “You know, I think that’s a great idea. Latin it is. Now I at least have a goal of something to do on this island that will be helpful when we eventually get off.” It wouldn’t seem like all of her time was wasted. 

Wendy blushed slightly, shrugging her shoulders and pushing her hair out of her face to do something with her hands. “I don’t know,” she said softly, shaking her head. “I just… I feel like I’m a little too lucky. That the relationship that I have with Teddy is too good to be arranged, you know?” She licked her lips. “And we have a very… good relationship. But he’s also very understanding that what we have is, you know, arranged. And that we’re not married yet. You know.” She shrugged again, blushing even more. 

Sophia scrunched up her nose but she understood the sentiment. She could understand not feeling like she deserved to be so lucky. Her whole life she was ‘the lucky one.’ But she didn’t need to delve into that. “Too good to be true makes sense with the two of you though. You’re both good people so you get a good relationship.” Her eyebrow piqued slightly at the last remark. “Is this your way of telling me that you’re not off the market even though he’s here?”

“Animals are great, yes!” Leila beamed. “Do you have a favorite?” She asked curiously. Pursing her lips forward she nodded along with the princess. Of course it was different, but she understood where the other girl was coming from. Leila too had been captured by pirates. “You’re right… I know what it is like I guess is all I am saying. I was also captured by pirates. My captain was nice enough to let me stay and work on the ship.” She said with a shrug. “Sometimes life isn’t always what you plan it out to be, but… It just happens. You have to find some happiness eventually.” 

Well… That got deep. 

Leila hadn’t meant for that to happen. She hardly talked with anyone, and never enjoyed chatter she considered to be pointless. However, the conversation the two of them were having didn’t seem to be pointless, at least not to her. “I’m sorry if that was too much.” Leila stated simply. 

Sophia smiled softly. “Horses probably.” She had grown up riding and competing occasionally in it. She always felt at home at the barn. Her eyebrows rose at the life confession coming out of the blonde and shrugged her shoulders. “So are you going to make this whole craft thing possible or not because whether or not you started out as a pirate, you are one now. I didn’t start out as a princess but I got captured because I’m one now.” 

The Canadian shook her head at the comment that it was too much. “Not a problem. I mean, it’s a little weird you trying to give me advice not knowing me at all, but it seems to be coming from a good place maybe?”

“I mean, there’s probably some language books also. And it’s better than being a sitting duck,” she submitted. Though Ainsley had been on the giving end of linguistic faux pas in the past. It was why she was no longer allowed to speak Portuguese. “Rosetta Stone. They have one in the library somewhere. I thought I found one.”

Sophia’s eyebrows rose in curiosity. “Rosetta Stone might be very worth my time. I could probably focus on that and zone out for hours and really pass the time. The next question is which language to pick. Probably Spanish right? Get all the North American languages down.”