#*domas 01

as soon as the paparazzi fell away from view, dalia let go of her brother’s arm, the pretty smile fell out of her face as easily as it was placed. “making your societal debut in a royal wedding is ballsy, but i suppose you enjoy feeling important.” her voice was light, only mildly touched by bitterness. perhaps it was her eyes, forged in the fire of the stage and all its drama, that told the honest truth. they didn’t belong here, in this parade of important leaders with their embarrassingly long titles, no matter who decided to adopt them. “darius and i were talking about you marrying us off over christmas, i’m sure that you’d just love to host the next royal wedding.” ( dcmvs ) 

dianna was all limbs as she sprawled across his expensive sheets, tousled chestnut hair and all, staring listlessly out the bright open windows. if artists could see her now, carelessly thrown upon cushions with nothing but sunlight upon her skin. “i still can’t get over the fact that you’re a crown prince now, although crazier things has happened, i suppose -- like how benedict cumberbatch suddenly became a sex symbol.” her eyes fell upon his form, lazily regarding his face and how many little things had changed over their time apart. “if i knew i was fucking an important man i wouldn’t have even bothered.” she laughed a little under her breath. dianna’s mission as a young adult had been to infuriate her parents to no end, namely by making the acquaintance of interesting people of no consequence, and bedding the men her parents would definitely not want her to marry. “also, if my parents knew we were seeing each other now, they might just make me divorce my husband and marry you instead.” a delicate little shudder accompanied her frown. ( @dcmvs​ )