#crownedtheo

victoria was practically counting down the days to when the crown prince of germany would arrive, only (filled) feeling mild disappointment at the news that it wouldn’t be in time for the grand opening event. her attire was quite phenomenal, and she wouldn’t mind ted witnessing her in it. however, she considered it may have been a blessing, as then they wouldn’t have to risk pretending in front of practically every royal and the press. victoria windsor wasn’t a normally anxious person, but the thought of their relationship possibly being brought to light, and thus ruined, was a thought she couldn’t push away when it snuck its way into her head. finally receiving message that he had arrived at the buckingham palace, she hounded a staff member to give her the information of where he was staying and made her way there. she fluffed her hair and smoothed her casual dress before giving three short knocks on his door. incase anyone else was within earshot ( and she did notice a single house cleaner at the end of the hall ) she added, in her most professional voice, “prince theodor schneider? it is victoria windsor; i heard of your arrival and wanted to offer a WARM welcome to this year’s summit.”

MORE time than she had liked was spent looking for him, but going straight up to theodor at the beginning of the reception would have been too obvious, at least to her. once she had found him, her lips curled into a genuine grin, keeping just enough distance that it was suspicious. “don’t you know you should upstage the groom at his own wedding?” hopefully, her voice was low enough not to draw any attention. and when she believed no one to be looking, she reached up to flatten the lapel of his suit. “you look incredibly handsome.” // @crownedtheo

AS head over heels as she was for the boy, it was still possible for victoria to get angry at teddy. it didn’t happen often, but the rare event had recently occurred. and she wasn’t very willing to give up those ill feelings--that was, until she heard the press surrounding her secret boyfriend. all kids of tabloids had printed pictures of him entering and leaving a hospital, and while she knew he would be gone for some time, she wasn’t aware that was the reason. as soon as she had heard of his arrival back at the palace, her heeled feet were clicking quickly down the halls, an uncharacteristic worry filling the blonde princess of england. whatever anger she had from their last conversation had melted away, as she fret over his wellbeing. light rapping on his door before: “theodor, open this door right now!” she hoped the lack of nickname, in addition to her tone, would prove just how serious she was being. as soon as the door opened, she was already questioning him. “WHAT is going on?” her tone softened. “are you okay?”

victoria: ik they all hate me anyway

     “look, you might not be thrilled about this but neither am i. it’s political, nothing more, and i am sure we can both agree on that,” alejandra cornered her fiancé in a secluded part of the palace. an unsuspecting corridor, yes, and maybe she could have gone about it better, but nevertheless it worked. after all --- one thing she’ll never admit to was she inherited her father’s impetuous reign at times. “i expect you to at least play pretend in front of paparazzi and reporters. at least. got it? that’s all you have to do.” she paused, eyeing the prince briefly. “otherwise i don’t really care what you do as long as it isn’t able to embarrass me as well.”