#wor.starter

Valentin didn’t know what to expect as he went to his room, hoping to find everything in tact. But seeing all that snow in his room made him stop and access the damage. All of his sweets, photos, clothes-everything had to be replaced. But there was one thing he knew that wasn’t going to be replaced, and writing to Scotland for it made him feel like he was holding on to the past instead of just moving on. But he couldn’t move for what felt like hours as he just stared at the damage of his room, silent tears falling down his face. “...she’s gone.” he said to no one in particular as he just...kept standing there as his heart shattered in two, then three, then as many times as it could. “The picture...it’s gone.”

The flare had shocked Magdalena- the sudden disruption to the festivities and ensuing panic and confusion was a little too reminiscent of the night she’d been kidnapped. The anxiety that rose in her throat, hot and acidic, felt exactly the way it had then. In the chaos, she’d instinctively grabbed for the nearest person. “What’s happening? Are we okay?” 

Casper’s first proper day of work at the castle was finally done and after returning to his currently bare quarters to attempt to shower off the dirt and grime he had decided that he would celebrate down at the village pub. If he was honest he was feeling pretty proud of himself, having managed a successful ten hours of doing something other than guard work. Which was probably why as he ordered a drink and a basic meal to an empty table he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. 

With word of a party down by the lake happening, Alys had been a bit apprehensive at first after everything that had happened with the avalanche, but after giving it some thought, the idea of getting out of the castle and being in the sun for longer than just a few minutes seemed to sit well in her mind. She had brood in her own sorrow for long enough, and the crown princess decided she had deserved a little happiness. Throwing on her swimsuit, a pair of shorts, and a jacket, Alys stepped out of her room, towel in tow just in time to see someone walking past her, “Are you going to the party at the lake?” She had hoped she would have a buddy to walk down to the lake with.

As soon as the flare had gone into the sky Gio could feel a shift happening in the air. Something was going on, that much was obvious, but he hadn’t known the seriousness of the situation until people he’d thought they could all trust started turning on them. Fellow guards, townspeople he’d gotten along with, even staff higher up in the leadership chain stood with the numerous people now pointing weapons in their direction and there was nothing he could do to fight back. All he could do was glare and stand in front of as many people as he could while someone took his firearm from him. “This is insane,” he mumbled, his eyes rolling softly while he tried to take in as many people as possible just to confirm nothing had happened to them yet. “Nobody needs to get hurt tonight...”

Solveig sighed as she stood in the hallway in front of the open door to her room. It had been a couple of weeks now, maybe a little longer, and yet the space still felt as foreign as the first day she’d sat on the end of the bed with nothing left to her name but the clothes on her back. It had taken countless emails to her father and immeasurable patience with the exceptionally slow internet, but the place seemed to have a bit of a homey touch again. Still, she knew it was wrong. These were new things and they were nice things, but they weren’t her things. “Welke god heb ik kwaad gemaakt om dit te verdienen?” she muttered under her breath, a frown set firmly on her glossy red lips.