#ofandroniicus

This was the life of an Arms Dealer and sometimes he’s regretted having to raise his family like this, but this was his life since he was a child and it was hard to get away from it.

zane: hey, i need some help studying the human anatomy zane: y’know a visual aid would help? zane: all these books aren’t as accurate to me zane: so i was wondering zane: would you volunteer? // @ofandroniicus

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Ginger had left her home to move to this strange, violent country...to become the king’s new wife. Not even his first and only wife. Really, she was nothing now. She had no throne of her own to take someday anymore. Caden was going to have all of it once her father died, and his first wife was likely to become the queen of her home, but...but at least her people were safe. She was married to a man who saw her as nothing more than a possession, and she rarely even left her rooms now. They were nice enough accommodations, and she felt safer in there with her ladies than she did walking about the castle. Everyone looked at her like the lost little lamb that she was, a lamb that had wandered into a pack of wolves. They scared her, so she spent her time tucked away with her books and her little reminders of home. It was quiet there, and when she heard the door fly open without any announcement or request for someone to enter, the blonde jumped in her chair by the fireplace. Closing her book, she glanced up and felt her stomach somersault as she saw her husband standing there. “Your majesty,” she said softly before standing and sinking into a deep curtsy. Her eyes remained on the floor as she straightened. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” // @ofandroniicus

       “I don’t know about you, but I don’t wanna focus on me leavin’ tomorrow.” The first leg of her tour was kicking off the next day, and that meant that she was expected to hop on a plane at 6am the next morning. Anyone who knew Tara knew that they probably wouldn’t hear much from her while she was out in the world, living her dream, hence the bonfire party that some friends were throwing to enjoy the last time they’d all get to be together. She sat on the tailgate of her brother’s truck with the other, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “Let’s just live like the sun ain't comin' back up. Want a drink?”

“I have to head towards Ethan’s to grab some of my tools he borrowed and then I can head over to the grocery store to grab whatever you need me to grab,” he said. Once he was done booking the flights, the hotels, and the car, Roman printed out their itenirary and put it in his drawer in his desk. Roman put his papers aside and looked through his calendar on his desk and wrote when they were going to leave. “I’m just finishing up with the sales book and I’ll be heading home.”

“Dad and I will be there in ten minutes,” Sylvia talked to their second oldest on the phone, “How many centimeters is Marzia?” she turned to her husband and smiled him before going back to the phone. “We won’t miss our first grand baby’s birth, James. Your sister will be fine, we’ll see you soon, I love you,” she said before hanging up. Sylvia leaned her head on the head rest and turned towards her husband. Their eldest was having a baby and she couldn’t help the smile on her face. “We’re going to be grandparents soon, Griff,” she laughed, “Marzia is five centimeters right now and James just said she is cursing Mitchell for putting through this.”

Usually he was feeling for going out or ordering in, but there were times when he wanted to cook something. “Me mam also called me at the office and she wants us ta come visit her and Da some time soon.”

Emily waited for him to answer the phone before talking. “Hey baby,” she smiled against her phone, “I miss you.”