#whosmiled

"GLEB IS MY PROBLEMATIC CHILD" WHAT THE WHAT

I WISH I COULD SHOW YOU (1) POST BUT IT WAS MULTIPLE !

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im still salty over this lmaO

HONESTLY LMAO

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lying is not a crime. attempted murder is a crime. ergo it is not just as bad lmao

ppl just love eraasing significant things women did :)

OK SAME

bITCH WHERE

 it seemed like just yesterday that he had packed up his belongings in the middle of the night and left — and maybe it had just been yesterday ; after all, it was a memory he revisited a couple times a day. wondering about the WHAT IF’S and how the love of his life was doing. not that he was able to forget about her - she had been everywhere, on the cover of every newspaper, every magazine - it seemed like everywhere he turned, there was a reminder of her. 

not that he regretted his decision in any way. it was just nice to revisit the thought, to imagine how drastically different his life would’ve been if he had stayed. he had two months of memories to base a fantasy, alternate lifestyle off of ; two months of watching the girl he knew as anya reunite with her family, reclaim her rightful title and place. two months of realizing that this was not a place for someone like him, that russian rats were no good in anastasia’s life ( people like him would only bring her down ), would only get in the way. someone like him was not deserving of being in the presence of her royal highness. royalty and con men didn’t end up together. this wasn’t a child’s fairytale - there wouldn’t be a storybook ending this time. someone like him, a common ‘con’ man, would never fare well in high society. he didn’t have years of training, would never be good at obeying rules and bowing to whoever he met.

it was with these thoughts that he had decided to leave eight months ago ; the letter, addressed to anya ( the last time he thought he’d be able to call her that ) had been sitting in his pocket for weeks, trying to find the opportune moment to sneak away. knew that the longer he stayed, the harder it’d be to tear himself apart from her. that letter was the only thing that he had left behind ; the only trace that he’d ever been there at all. funny, how it was a letter that was responsible for his return, eight months later - the birthday of his only friend, vlad. 

and funny, how she was the first person he’d run into, upon his return. bowing and scraping ( how funny, that she was the only person he’d ever bowed for ) - eyes unable to meet her ; unworthy once again, of being in her presence. 

❛ your highness. ❜