#milily

😊 for a flirty text 

Cecily: We make such a good team, they should add a W to the wordCecily: You know, so there can be a “we” in team?Cecily: Maybe turn the m upside down.Cecily: TeawCecily: perfect

😍 for a love text 

Cecily: Thanks for yesterday btwCecily: I know you hate speaking in front of Ambassador Cleremont, but I know he listens to you more than meCecily: And you know, I know I’m not brave or really all that cleverCecily: but I’m still happy that you think I am, you know?Cecily: You’re still the only guy I’d ever really marry. Cecily: If only you were a prince and straight lolCecily: PS stole cheezits from the kitchen, come eat w me

😱 for a hyper text

Cecily: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SPACE JAM WAS A THINGCecily: THIS IS AMAZCecily: CHANGING MYTHA TO OFFICIAL KINGDOM OF SPACEBALLCecily: LOLA BUNNY OWNS THIS ASS

👎 for an irritated text 

Cecily: Literally texting you while sitting next to your concussed assCecily: What did I tell u about fighting the big guard from Ghent?Cecily: I’m pretty sure I said do not do it. Cecily: You better remember the looks I’m giving you bc if not, I’ll murder you

😳 for a sexy text

Cecily: Dad’s checking my phone again FYI, pls respond accordinglyCecily: So tell me again what you’ll do after our date tonight?

😂 for a drunk text

Cecily: Fuckign skitterCecily: don’t. wanting go homeCecily: I AM TVE QUEENCecily: and i want a cut boyfriedCecily: who isnt made of assCecily: milk find me a boston who isnt ass i’ll marry u for t

😏 for a snarky text

Cecily: If you were a disney princess, you’d be Anna.Cecily: Because you also have big eyesCecily: And terrible taste in princes

😝 for an excited text

Cecily: Nonso asked me to the new year partyCecily: We’re going together. Cecily: Me.Cecily: Nonso.Cecily: Prince of Rwizi Mvura.Cecily: TOGETHER???Cecily: AT NEW YEAR’S?Cecily: OMF WHAT IF HE WANTS TO KISS MECecily: DO I LET HIM?Cecily: CAN I LET HIM I WANT TO KISS HIM

😞 for an anxious text

Cecily: I just left the emissary’s welcoming ceremony.Cecily: Are you out of the hospital yet????Cecily: I onl have three more hours before i deliver my proposition on Mytha/Ghent trade routsCecily: what if I stutter what if I forget my lineCecily: what if I Screw up the greeting what if I accidentally say something like STFU instead of welcome to the meeting oh god

😠 for an angry text

Cecily: You refused to dance with Cleremont’s daughterCecily: She isn’t gong to marry you or expect you to court herCecily: or if she is, Cleremont’s going to make sure it doesn’t happenCecily: Either way, he thinks I’m someone who tolerates rude knights in my personal guard now when I’ve been fihgting to make him respect meCecily: So yeah I’m a little angryCecily: You know. We’ve only been set back tw months of respect-gaining, but heyCecily: So long as you don’t send the boys the wrong signals, right?

😅 for an accidental text

Cecily: I mean I don’t think he’s brave enough to talk to you on his own, if I’m honest. But he’s this really great guy, ad he has this amazing skill of seeing the best in people.Cecily: I mean, when he’s not being stupid and fighting to defend his name against knights three times his size, he’s practically perfect.Cecily: actually tbh he is pretty lacking in common sense most of the timeCecily: but you know he’s basically Harry Potter like that ok. Really brave. STUPID but brave.Cecily: - Insert comment about broomsticks here -

🤐 for a gossip text

Cecily: Remember that time you got caught looking at memes by my dadCecily: [Photograph of the King of Mytha reasearching Dat Boi with Pepe in a second window]Cecily: He wants to know if there’s correlation

😵 for an exhausted text

Cecily: If you get me up before 8 AM one more time i’ll eat youCecily: murder youCecily: With fangs.Cecily: I will literally grow fangs and eat you ok go away now.

👻 for a scary text

Cecily: He’s still following me.Cecily: Where are you?Cecily: Milo?

💀 for a morbid text

Cecily: This girl is justCecily: she has a familyCecily: And the camera is RIGHT UP on her ass squished on the cakeCecily: and she just lETS ONE RIPCecily: I didn’t know the human body could contain so much gas???Cecily: LikeCecily: I justCecily: is she okay???Cecily: Are her parents okay???Cecily: Is that cake okay?????

❗️for an urgent text

Cecily: Flavius is arriving a day earlyCecily: He’s bringing his 5 childrenCecily: Murder me now.Cecily: but first, briefing on the topics in 20 mins, be at the west conference room asap

💩 for a shitty text

Cecily: [Pepe Face]Cecily: Me whenever I see Cleremont’s face tbh

👀 for a creepy text

Cecily: Dude your hair smelled like toothpaste todayCecily: Yes btw. I was smelling itCecily: I have my reasonsCecily: Tell me yours.

💔 for a heartbreaking text

My Dearest Sir Milo,

I cannot stand another hour of listening to these old men argue over who I should or should not marry. I will not allow whichever suitor they decide on become King, whether I love him or not, and I’m sure they know it. He will be a prince at best. (It should be noted, duly or otherwise, that I am writing to you mostly so that I might avoid listening to them yammer on about the benefits of Lord Castle-Owner or Baron Thistle-Ass.)

You may consider this a formal invitation to join me for afternoon tea once this meeting is adjourned, though you hardly need such a thing. I pray nevertheless I might see you there.

Forever your friend and sister,

Cecily Fortesque.

P. S. Do inquire after Lord Cartqright. I saw him eyeing you in services this morning, and you well my meaning.

DOING IT

which one tags the other in pictures of cute animals

I want to say both of them, though Cecily posts more photos of cute animals by far and Milo gets tagged in every one she took herself, like, Milo look at this duck I saw today! Milo, look at this little puppy!

Milo, meanwhile, will see a puppy with flowers all over it and tag it #Princess or #Cecily

which one injures themself while trying to impress the other

I MEAN

LISTEN

Milo isn’t doing it to impress Cece per se, so it would be Cece who injures herself, but Milo gets hurt WAY MORE OFTEN. So I’m gonna answer this one with Cecily.

which one carries the other on their shoulders when they get too tired to walk

CECILY SITTING ON MILO’S SHOULDERS THOUGH?

which one puts pizza rolls in the shopping cart when the other isn’t looking

Cece, tbh. She being a princess, should only have the best so Milo would get her grade A steak and fancy imported wines and things, and she sneaks in real person food in the middle of it 

which one sends the other useless fun facts at 3 am

Cece for sure. Imagine:

2:36 AM: MILO I JUST LEARNED THAT THERE’S A WORD FROR THROWING PEOOLE OUT A WINDOW2:37 AM: *For, *People2:52 AM: SNails have thousands of teeth on their tongues. Imagine kissing one.3:04 AM: Medieval swords tended to weigh more than babies. Imagine holding a sword like a baby.3:08 AM: They have names and everything, like?? Baby sword. Bword.

which one feeds stray animals

Both. But it’s more publicised when Cece does it bc she’s a princess

which one sleeps in really weird positions

Milo. He works so hard, he falls asleep anywhere, sometimes even standing up. Next thing he knows, he’s been drooling on a castle wall serving as a vertical bed.

which one opens all the jars/bottles

Milo

which one spontaneously bursts into song for no reason

Cece. Milo joins in after she starts/

which one buys the other really weird birthday cards

I hate you.

"What do you mean you don’t know if he’s alive?”

She threw the brush across the room. It hit the guard’s metal plate unforgivingly, snapped in two from the force. But he stayed stoic as ever, the sympathy in his voice being the only hint that he cared at all.

And even that, Lily doubted.

“Find him, damn it. You’re a guard. It’s your job to ensure I’m safe, and without him, I won’t be.”

She never swore. And she knew the guard knew it, but he stilled tried to argue. Cecily wouldn’t let a single syllable pass his lips.

"This is an order, and it may very well be your last, Sir. If Milo is not found within a day, it will be your head.” She inhaled sharply, not trusting herself with anything more. Her chest shook already, threatening to push sobs through her words. And Cecily refused to cry in front of this expendable, useless man. "Do I make myself clear, Sir."

He bowed his head. Cecily knew that was an answer.

"Good," she announced. "Now get out."

"Now."

There were only feet between them both and the swords of whomever got there first. Tears fell down her cheeks and she sniffled pathetically as she spoke.

"I won’t, Milo. I promise I won’t. I’m right here, okay? I’m right here. I’m always right here."

She was, though, wasn’t she? Too afraid to go anywhere without him, too stupid to act on her own. Milo was supposed to be her shadow, but the truth was, Lily was always following him. He was everything she wanted to be, everything she wasn’t — brave, smart, active, selfless…she was always right there, cheering him on and supporting him. Never anything more. Never anything less.

She wept. Openly wept, because there was nothing more to do.

A hand on her shoulder, more gentle than she expected.

"Princess?" The soft voice of Lady Rona came from behind her. She knelt to look Cecily in the eye. "It’s going to be all right. We’ll get you home soon."

"No." She pushed the knight away, moving Milo into her arms. "No, help him. Help him, please. I’m right here, Milo. I’m right here, and we’re going to take care of you. You’re going to be all right now. I promise. I promise"

Numb? No—no, that was—that was bad. That was bad, he was dying. He was too close to death now, and she had never been more afraid.

"No, no. It’s going to be alright, Milo. It’s going to be alright—"

A banging on the walls around her cut the last syllable short. She knew not to move him too quickly, knew not to scream, but, behind them, the door burst open. She couldn’t help herself, couldn’t stop from reaching for him to comfort her.

It was instinct by now, to look to Milo for comfort. And she took him in her arms now, pulling him as close as she could.

"I promise you’re alright." Her voice broke into a pathetic squeak as she spoke. Metal boots scraped against the floors, getting closer than ever. Cecily wept for them both.

Time was running out. Milo had lost too much blood, and there was still nothing happening. No magic, no hero coming to save them, and she could hear people outside. Men shouting, metal clanging. She could hear them getting closer, and soon they’d find out how to get in.

She pressed her hands to both sides of his face, forced him to look at her. "Sh-hh, sh-hh. Look at me, Milo, just look at me, all right?" She wouldn’t let him see the entrance, wouldn’t let him see if people were coming in. Hell — she was too afraid to look herself.

"We’re all right—we’re going to be okay." She said that over and over, and over, and over. As if that would somehow make it true. As if they were not about to be caught, and him killed, and her taken away, and that was only if the fates were kind.  ”We’re safe here, I promise. We’ll be safe where we are. You just focus on getting better, okay? Promise me, Milo. Promise me you’ll let me take care of you.”