#vikevent002

“What am I even doing here? I’d be more useful in Calais,” Louis kept muttering as he smoked on his third cigarette for the past 15 minutes. The young prince had been trying to hide from everything and everyone yet he knew he couldn’t just ignore his surroundings. He could hear the music and the voices of people not too far away, however, all he really wanted to do was to try and see how many cigarettes it takes for his lungs to stop working.

“Why did he have to do that? Why is he doing this to me? Was I not good enough? Was he not happy with me? Fuck, am I even a great boyfriend? Why did he have to go and do that? Why? Why am I even getting drunk before a wedding? Hey. Hey!  Can you... can you give me another drink please?”

“I think if try to take even one more step in these shoes on sand, my ankles will snap. Sand was devil’s invention.”

“I’ve found a rug, which means picnic time, with Armani, by the campfire ! I never ask you for anything, please don’t deny me of my hearts one desire.”

A small grimace had begun to curl at the edge of her lips as she sat on the edge of her towel, a sketchbook in her lap. Though, her hat had shielded her eyes from the sun and basically everything around it, she could still feel the presence of someone approaching. Continuing the half finished sketch, she sighed, and spoke suddenly, “who are you and what do you want?”