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She stomped inside the cozy living-room, hiding from prying eyes and snickers. What a fool! What a damn fool! She huffed, holding her glass of champagne, before she eventually heard the door being opened and the familiar pace of the king coming to see her. Sybille could appreciate the attention, but rather, she continued pouting, mortified. She had tried seducing a man tonight, a widowed baron with enough wealth for her to suck his dick until he would die, and she would be covered in diamonds, yet, he had dismissed her. Worse than that, he had publicly denied her — in front of everyone.

“Uuurrrrgh!” She rolled her eyes to the comment, throwing a deadly stare to Hibiya. “It’s so easy to say that when you’re not the one covered in shame!”

The night was a frustrating one. While she thought that marrying rich would earn her happiness, Hibiya had advised her to forget about this baron. He had told her he was antipathic, rude and cold, but nothing could prevent her from trying. Seduction was in her blood, and she was still sadly celibate — a bachelorette with no ring on her finger.

“You're married, so your words don't count!” She whined again, abandoning her glass of champagne, and rushing between his arms. She was doing it on purpose — she knew that Hibiya was sensitive to her charms. He was resisting, for sure, but Sybille couldn’t help it.

Anything to make the Queen jealous, and the King enthralled.

“It’s because of my cleavage isn't it? I look like some Holy Mary in that!” She sighed, stepped aside and pulled on it. The river going down her breasts was already present, but right now she was making a Nil out of it. “Or maybe it’s these goddamn… rubies! I bet they are not even real!” She grabbed her earrings and threw them on the ground.

After a moment, she eventually looked back at Hibiya, eyes wet like a lost little puppy.

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Despite the fact that their “friendship” was not appreciated by Hibiyas' court, Diego loved to drop by unannounced, bothering the entire kingdom because he was bored, he needed entertainment, and he couldn’t suffer being ignored for too long. After battling with the different people working at Hibiya’s service, he had made his way into his private office, and now he was facing a rather moody King. That was what marriage would do to the best men ; instead of having their dicks sucked, it was their souls. God lord, Diego could already see the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes.

“So just what?” Diego waved his hand while he landed on Hibiya's chair and crossed his legs. He rolled his eyes, not caring much if he was talking to someone important or not — he was as important himself.

“Please, pitié, look at your face. It’s grey, dull, boring… Paperwork? Really? You’re a god-damn king, so just ask the dozens of people you employ to wrap it up for tonight, or simply don’t give a fuck about making people wait. Isn't it the best thing about in the political world? People can always wait when you're powerful enough.” He huffed, before he frowned. “Not me, though, waiting is not forté, and I prefer when you’re vigorous enough to fight back.”

He stood back up, and started pushing aside Hibiya’s documents and sat on the desk instead. “I need to organize some frivolities soon, and before you get all wrinkled and lame, I shall have the presence of the King for the piece de resistance, you understand?” He slid his fingers under Hibiya chin so his green eyes could properly see the deepness of his anger.

“You’re pissed off because your wife didn’t give you a head or is it because you know that I’m right? If having the crown is preventing you from allowing yourself to have pleasant fun, you’re definitely falling low in my incredibly important esteem.”

He sighed, retracted his fingers before Hibiya might bite him for good. “Whether it is your problem, I’m the best option you have to get high or laid.”

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LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

●●●○○ | ATTRACTION "She's pretty. Nice clothes. Nice hair. Good posture. All brushed up and perfumed like a purebred ——— She's a girl with a pedigree, is what I mean. Good manners. Conventional. Proper. Doesn't want to shake up the status quo. Beloved by her social class. All that good stuff she's always wanted."

●●○○○ | AFFECTION "I remember feeling a good deal of that once, but things change, so . . . I wouldn't like to see her hurt, like, actually hurt, but that's about it."

●○○○○ | INTEREST "I don't think it's wise for me to get too close. I don't want to end up in prison. Or sensationalised by a tabloid."

●●●●● | LOYALTY "No matter the past and regardless of my personal feelings, I wouldn't seek to undermine her. She was my friend. That still means something to me. I would still support her. I know her principles are decent; she wants them to be, she tries really hard to do well. And she has social integrity. As long as she's acting from afar and not up close, she can do a great deal of good."

█ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 , ic. @royaletiquette. ╰┈┈› they are still my favorite dynamic, please know this. dsjakdsa

Unnoticed at first , this gift in her lap ⸻ soft, delicate and thoroughly misplaced. But this is their curious norm ; Judith does not deserve many things and amongst these, is her most precious princess. pearly and perfect & she ever so greedy will take nonetheless. When she does notice, it takes her no time to slip their hands together, to move and face Hibiko's direction, to tangle herself with her.

❛❛ hm ? ❜❜ She hums her wordless inquiry, leaning closer, the mattress just barely dipping against their weight. Judith was suppose to make her bed, busy as Hibiko was, surely she can't stay in bed for any longer than necessary. ( not that Judith knows what entails a princess's busy day. ) ❛❛ I'll get scolded you know, I've been getting scolded alot. ❜❜ so she says, complaining with her lips just hovering the other's.

⸻ ❛❛ Do you want a kiss ? ❜❜

          it seems as though hibiko's little angel always returned to the princess no matter how long she'd disappear for. leah tried to not be away for too long, but it couldn't be helped. she had her own duties after all, even if she was constantly running away from theme. still, being able to return to hibiko's side was something leah looked forward to, and it was most likely because of all of the places they enjoyed going to together when the princess was able to venture out.

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The smell of flowers was potent enough to hold in a sneeze. He could not remember the last time he took it all in, as his mind itself was constantly absorbed by the infrastructure earlier. Katsu still feels lost in a world he didn't belong in, but there's still admiration to the highest status of royalty. One can get lost in their curiosity but he upheld himself to not stray away from these distractions. He had responsibilities, and don't forget what she said: chin up in the air and looking forward with shoulders straight. The last time he embarrassed himself, he let his anxieties run rampant right in front of the princess. There was a tinge of guilt for losing himself in that moment. Out of everyone he ran into on the balcony, it happened to be her.

Oh dear, hope he didn't overwhelm her too much that time.

Katsu smiled in a closed mouth with appreciation of having the chance to bask in this stillness, even for the moment. "It's beautiful." He can still smell the pollen through his dulled senses, or rather, an evaporation of these greys finding a color in the tiniest spark.

He bent down to sniff the nearest flower, but not without a butterfly landing on top of his nose. Its wings were tickling his cheekbones, and out came a sneeze; it was silent, pinching his nostrils with both hands. Katsu hadn't seen where the butterfly went until it landed on his head. It's adorable enough to catch a giggle from him — the last time he laughed was forever ago, if not ever, and yet he kept at it until the insect flew away from his person.

There came a cough, and another that was more aggressive than the first. His chest urged him to slow down. Otherwise, the adrenaline will catch up to him. His hand is soothing his chest, ensuring that he's safe. Katsu felt the brick walls encasing him; they were more durable than he thought, but they kept him grounded and safe.

"Oh no, it's nothing," he reassured politely. "It must be the wind. Something's in the wind, but it's gone now."

What's here? A broken flower he found. He picked it up and laid it on his ear to rest there. Truth be told, he can smell the pollen more distinctly after that butterfly unlocked a feeling. A part of him wishes to pluck one out, but a broken one will suffice for the upcoming days to come, and he refuses to think of the ugliness ensuing back home.

A collection of flowers, now that's a fun hobby to have.

He turned to her, and for the first time, a genuine smile still closed, but edges of his mouth weren't stiff finally. Katsu was grateful to be out here, even if it was just for a brief moment. "We don't have a garden, but here, knowing every day to see the bees here, and changing seasons. It's still cumbersome to know that there's a view to look forward to in the morning." His index finger traced circles on one of the flower petals until a bee landed on it. "I've always wanted a garden myself, but the soil- it's not meant to grow what we want to grow." Melancholia lingering from the back of his heart for a brief moment, as if something else is preventing him from growing them. Someone stringing him up, lacing him back to stop his actions.

His window was lacking necessities, with dust accumulated for who knows how long. It doesn't feel right to bring this dying flower back home. Instead, he made a hole with his finger and let the petals flutter in the wind. It'll die with some company atleast, instead of the piercing silence where no shine can warm until it fades.

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“I’m guilty.” – Nunnally mused, amused. He had, somehow, managed to lift her mood, even if only slightly – “Guilty of being too rich. Too pretty. Too smart. Too whatever-you-want-to-call-it.”

“But you are, too.” – she added, even though Hibiya might have wanted to deny it. He seemed like less of a brat than she was; at least, that’s what she’d argue (though it wasn’t by much) – “And I don’t think I need to remind you how you felt last time when...” – she paused, searching for the right words – “When your family got too much attention...”

Nunnally knew what he meant, but it wasn’t exactly something she wanted to bring up. She liked Hibiya; and that was rare enough for her to admit. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she shifted gears: --