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while being hugged by dee >:C

      “ sacré dieu ! ” the woman swore, more vulgar than she looked, the surprise of her brother causing her to jump, pastry in her hand teetering on the edge of her dish. “ arrêter ! j'aurais pu laisser tomber mon croissant ! ” she scolded him, the french words at home in her heavy accent, akin to that of her brother, just like the crystal, piercing, blue hues glaring into his before she relaxed, always at comfort in the company of her brother, draping herself beside him and she set the pastry down, nose scrunched in distaste.

      “ perhaps it would have been good if it had fallen, the kitchen is abysmal compared to that of home, ” her words remaining in her native tongue. she was over-dramatic, a second nature to the brunette who exuded luxury, fed off nothing but the shiniest silver spoons and cloaked in only the finest of fabrics. god’s gift. or at least the first of a twin set. 

giddiness. that’s what théo felt when he had first arrived in bern. sure, he was the youngest out of them all & sure he was also the last one to arrive in the swiss palace, but he was excited to finally be reunited. when palace company goes from five to just two, it surely sends ripples through the whole royal dynamic. it wasn’t just simply seeing his family though –– to théo, it felt like by sending him to bern, his parents thought he was the least bit responsible, a word that is rarely associated with the brown-haired boy.

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“Oh god, it’s you.” Anton scrunched up his face, glancing away in disdain; a scoff skirting the tip of his tongue. He had just come in after a ride, mud slick on his boots and curls slightly tousled, desperate for a glass of wine and a comfortable chair to flop down into, when he’d seen him. And promptly wanted to back out of the room. When had he last encountered the French prince? They’d been in various states of undress, on the floor instead of the perfectly good bed that had been right next to them, when an argument had broken out over the pettiest of things. Well, until Anton had huffed, gathered his things, and left the room before they ended up causing an international incident. Jean-René was many, many, many things: smart, well-dressed, admittedly good in bed, good in the saddle too. But all of that was overshadowed by just how irritating he could be.

At least with Anton. 

“And here I was glad that I wouldn’t have to see you again,” he added, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his drink. “Nice to see you, Jean. How have you been, what brings you to Bern, are you ready to apologise for last time?”

    it had not been her intention to stare. she had simply looked up from her note when he had caught her eye, though he was thankfully unaware of her gaze. in usual circumstances her head would be promptly back down, scribbling away, but the prince of france was not usual circumstances, which was why the russian governess found herself with honey hues stuck to the male and pen pressed against the paper, ink feathering in a large black stain as her attention was drawn elsewhere. she was not sure what exactly drew so much of her attention to him. or why he made her feel more nervous than she usually did. feelings were not something she dealt with very well, nor did she even know where to begin with most of them. he was good-looking, she could understand that much, but she did not know why she felt so compelled to him. they were not very similar, nor had he ever paid a great deal of attention to her, she did her very best to draw the least amount of attention to herself as possible, no matter who the situation concerned. and yet, here she was, staring.

    it was only when he turned and his eye caught hers that she felt her face turn a spectacular shade of red, quickly trying to divert her eyes, cursing under her breath as they met with the large ink stain that now rested on her paper. well aware that he now knew of her presence. 

After losing so many people, Robert refused to let Mateus go so easily. It wasn’t just because he wanted to save a life, but it was his life that he must save. It meant more to him than he’d ever admit, but if anyone knew him, they would understand the silent sentiment. Fortunately, he did not lose one of the most important people, but that didn’t mean he was going to leave him alone. If he hadn’t been checking on him after every two hours, Robert finally decided to give him space and made it clear he’d be checking on him thrice daily until the man was on his feet and laughing like he usually would--except, he doubt there would be much laughter shared after all that had happened.

A knock was the only warning given before Robert entered the King’s bedchambers and once inside he had the vial of medicine for today. “And how are we feeling today? If you respond with just fine i’m going to believe there is somethingutterly wrong.” he spoke up, mainly out of jest as he approached the king by his bedside. “Have you eaten today, Mateus? Because you very well know these meds are too strong to take on an empty stomach.” he added before placing the vial onto his bedside table. “How’s your head? Mind if I take a look now or would you prefer later?”