OLYMPIA PHOTO STUDIO THANKS YOU FOR YOUR PREFERENCE, MISTER. BOND ( @ortums ) ! there were no casualties and no significant injuries.
HEAVY CROWN RESTING ABOVE HER HEAD, A PICTURE-PERFECT PORTRAIT ON ENGLISH SOIL. Diplomacy came within the scheduled birth, molded by the first breath and followed by design after that. Her councioness was her own, bearing the title and name to the crown aside ⸺ an eagerness to embrace the unexpected, bursting the gilded cage bubble whose opportunity arose about the final years of boarding school in Switzerland. AN REMARKABLE IQ, PARTNERD WITH EQUAL BEAUTY AND TALENT FOR THE SHAPE-SHIFTING. Youngest of four, eight in line? One can certaily guess how much one may be able to achieve outside the known parameters of royalty ; be gracious enough, you shall find a respectable husband for the family name and procreate in benefit of the crown. torture techniques could be far more pleasureable than this worldwide known fate.
So a seventeen year old royal makes a gamble, her world is never the same. And she quite likes it that way.
Reharsed. Slipping into this facade felt rehearsed, although there were some causes one truly cared about and held some pride onto speaking after. IT WOULD NEVER COMPARE TO THE SHADOWS SATISFACTION, THOUGH. Resigned to comply, Donna sees after her scheduled evening ; wears the fitted gown, black and sparkly, silver crown adorning her cascading black locks and flawless makeup. not a hair out of place, as it is not supposed to be ⸺ and he's right there behind her, just far enough to not make it completely obvious. AS ITS SUPPOSED TO BE, REHARSED. it had been the scenario for the last two weeks, as per M. and moneypenny's guidance ( much to her dislike, as she found it pathetic and needless ) ... yet, you're playing a role princess. so do the job, and let him do his.
Then, as per usual, the world slips and turns.
Heavely and chaotic.
Tearing the material of her dress with her nails and getting rid of the flowy expensive lenght material had been a need. She did not flinch, did not shed a tear as one might expect ⸺ survival instinct kick in and even the tiara is left behind. IN MEMORIAN, someone would find it later and let one pray for the lack of a international scandal.
⠀ ❝ James. ❞ She utters firmly, steady and coherent. They had to move, disappear and maybe blend out depending on the headed destination. CROWN SPONSORED QUARTERS WERE NO OPTION, at least not until dust died down. ❝ We must move. * Moneypenny, we're likely vanishing until dawn ⸺ I take you know a place, James? ❞
