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No. Nonononono NO. She had not just heard that name being gossiped about by a couple of giddy princesses from god-knows-where. She had not just seen said princesses perk up when she passed by their table in the canteen and gone all wide-eyed when they realized who she was in relation to the subject of said gossip. And she had not just glanced down to the shore to see a familiar ship—the same one she’d been snatched onto—setting down its anchor at the docks.

Actually, she had just heard and seen those things. All of them. And the instant she had, she’d taken off running.

She didn’t want it to be true. It probably wasn’t true. It was just gossip, right? Just a couple of princesses daydreaming about who the next prince would be to get dumped on the sand and give them someone new to bat their eyelashes at without any media backlash. It could all be one big coincidence and she shouldn’t be worried. The stars are not in position for this tribute, goddamnit.

But Eden was worried. Terribly so. And anyone who saw her bolting down to the shore could see it. And the second she saw him, saw the dark curls and the broad shoulders, heard the voice snarking something in French at the pirates turning to leave him to his own devices while they went back to finish docking their ship, she knew. No coincidences. No mere gossip. He was here. Her brother. Her Gus.

The youngest princess of Monaco skidded to a halt within a few feet of it’s eldest prince, bending down while his back was still turned to her and snatching up a weak handful of sand. She straightened up and chucked it at him, too far away for much of it to make contact, but she felt that it made her point.

“Fils de pute, August! All those push-ups and pull-...offs or whatever it is you do, and you couldn’t even fend off a handful of kidnappers!? Isn’t that the point?!”

Eden stared down at the flower crown she clutched in her hands, the pinks and oranges of the plumeria blossoms which comprised it still as vibrant as when they’d been plucked. Most, if not all of the crowns she and Mira had made had already found their way to their respective heads, but this one had yet to arrive at its own cranial destination. The princess had discovered through hearsay that a certain crown prince of Germany was indeed here on the island, and any displeasure she may have felt towards the fact that he’d also been abducted was entirely glossed-over by how excited she was to see him, and to endow him with the flowery gift in her hands.

She’d been asking around for him among her fellow royals all afternoon, but only now did she finally have eyes-on-target. Peeking around the doorframe into the Canteen she could see him by the bar (not a surprising place to find him, honestly), and she thanked the cosmos that A) he was turned away from her and B) she’d been able to discard the heels she’d been wearing when she arrived on the island. Not very good for sneaking, those.

As quietly as she possibly could, she tip-toed into the space, giving him a wide berth at first to stay out of his periphery. She brushed against a table at one point, disrupting the salt-shaker on top of it enough to make a sound, and she ducked down quickly to avoid being seen, if he’d noticed it. Biting a knuckle to avoid laughing herself out of cover, she waited until the place was silent again to resume her approach. Once she was squared with his back, Eden took a breath and closed the distance quickly, lifting the crown up and placing it suddenly on his head.

“Delivery!” she announced, tossing her now-free arms over his shoulders and giving her friend a squeeze as she placed her chin on his shoulder and grinned. “If it isn’t the most handsome face in Western Europe.”

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Pearl looked as a small gem, around four feet tall (mu- ch shorter than Pearl, at 6′4), who was fighting a mon- ster all on her own. She seemed to be having a bit of difficulty with it, and Pearl didn’t know if she should s- tep in or not.

Then she saw the gem come into a close call, almost getting her gem cracked. Pearl decided it best if she stepped in, so she did. Together, the two gems defe- ated the monster, and Pearl bubbled it, sending it to the temple.

The other gem seemed grateful for Pearl’s help, but she didn’t say anything.

affection meme || hands on or near hips: i feel possessive of you