koenraad didn’t like having enemies. whilst this summit was seemingly proving otherwise, the fact remained to be one. however, he could make a few exceptions to his rule. his former girlfriend being one of them. he knew he’d eventually have to come into contact with her. choosing to date royals was a mistake on koenraad’s part when taking what was expected of them into account. whether he still cared about them, or not. the prince had always been the wishful thinker, the hopeless romantic. it hadn’t done him so well, so far, it seemed. he’d wasted his time and he always disliked that; loathed it, even. “i was wondering when i’d be cursed with seeing your face again, o’connor.” he’ll murmur then, forcing a somewhat tight lipped smile onto his features. “i thought i’d be able to deal without it until we both ultimately ended up in hell, unfortunately, i’m not so lucky. how’ve you been?” / @ofoconnor
