#scorofthemanor

He takes notice of the brunette, and all eyes fall on her. He’s dressed in clothes typical of his character, although she thinks he probably was coming from something work related--aside from this. His hand reaches for hers, and their fingers intertwine.

His work gives them very little time to actually ride a lot of rides, and the ones he needs to ride, he’s already done. The camera and the crew are gone, although his body guard stands feet behind the two of them.

Its gotten insanely crowded, so they have even less time than they had hoped, and so much needs to be done in faster times, and with less rides. She tugs Scorpius into a line, and he shakes his head, smiling at her.

“Who’s this?” He asks her. “One of your princessess?” He has to say, one of his favourite moments so far is when a worker stopped, and said excuse me princess to the girl. Her grin had gotten so big, he wish he could’ve captured that moment. To be told those words--Alana Potter was over the moon.

He frowns when he sees the character come out. It’s not that he dislikes him. It’s just that Gaston doesn’t treat girls the nicest, and certainly not how he would treat girls. But Alana  seems over joyed, and he would never take away those moments from her.

Their time comes first, body guard behind in line. Crowds know who they are(Or at least Scorpius), but the characters--they don’t. 

The tall, muscular man looks at Scorpius, then at Alana. He bends down to the girl and gives her a playful wink. “My heart belongs to Belle, but, you could be girl admirer number two.” Allie snorts back a giggle. “I don’t see what he has that I don’t.” He looks at Scorpius, his brow raising. He turns back to Allie.”Sweetheart, eyes up here,” he says cockily, positioning her head to look at the fake inflated muscles. Alana snorts again, and he looks at Scorpius once more.”Girls like biceps, and muscles and well me.”Admirer number two,” he calls Alana again.”Two hands for please.” He then poses for a picture. Scorpius isn’t really laughing as much. He’s not angry, he’s not jealous. He just doesn’t like the ideas put into her head that she’s second to anyone. Even a fictional character.

The minute they finish up, he grabs tight to her waist when they walk. He presses kisses to her cheek and her temple, stopping momentarily to grab her the beverage she chose.

She’s sipping on her beverage with a Mickey Straw and he stops her. She thinks he might do that playful thing, but his eyes are serious. “Alana,” he whispers to her. “Please don’t think that you’re second to anyone.”

She stops, eyes looking at him. “I-he was a character,” she whispers. But she knows deep down he sees behind the jokes.

“Because you’re not,” he finishes.”Second to anyone. Not to me. You’re never second to me,” he says even quieter in her ear. He presses a kiss to her cheek. He then peppers her face with kisses, leaving her to squeak as his hands playfully wander, yanking out that braid she had in.

They make their way over to the castle of princesses, and when it’s their turn, they all compliment her pretty name, which makes Scorpius beam. The girls stop, then look at Scorpius. Expecting him to hit on them, like many boys have (Allie notes that her band are probably some of them), Scorpius stays politely to the side, interacting only when he feels he should.

The princesses are in awe of his chivalrous behavior and compliment him. One of the girls just looks at Scorpius and then at Alana.”Princess, is this your prince?”

Allie’s just smiling and kind of blushing, as Scorpius beams. “Yes,” he finishes for his gone quiet girlfriend. “I am.”

“He’s such a gentleman,” one of the girls remarks, the others agreeing. “Prince, what is your name?”

“Scorpius.”

“Princess Alana and Prince Scorpius. You two are a beautiful couple.”

They pose for pictures and Scorpius ends up kissing her cheek, then exiting to the gift shop. Inside, he finds what he’s been looking for. Alana is still sipping on her beverage with a Mickey Straw, She’s not paying attention, looking at some of the items she thinks she might buy for her sister, but decides not.

They’re secluded on a park bench when he turns to her, the bag in his hand. Her brows furrow. “What’s this?” She asks, opening the bag. The tag is already cut off and she looks down. He just smiles, placing the tiara in her hair.