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olympia kept her eyes on the fellow princess as they walked towards, at least, olympia’s destination. “I’ve been told the same,” she laughed, it was weird how little they knew of each other but their few exchanges made them sound very similar. 

she took her eyes from the other and looked around the city, she nodded in agreement. “same,” she agreed with the other. “its nice, to see something bigger. makes your problems seem litter.”

“seems like we could be amazing friends--though I fault myself because I don’t believe i’ve even formally introduced myself.” charlotte laughed and let her eyes wander. “i’m charlotte, but everyone calls me lottie. oh--and i’m from the netherlands. since i guess that’s important too.”

“Lottie?” Adaline wasn’t sure why she was so surprised, Charlotte had every right to be there, as much as she did, but she was still surprised, maybe she’d just been so caught up in the Freya drama that she’d forgotten a world outside of Greece existed. She threw her arms around her childhood friend, setting her chin on the girl’s shoulder, the book that she had been holding now crushing Adaline’s breasts. 

“I have so much to tell you.”

Charlotte was focused on making sure the binding of her book was in tact. But that voice drove her back into reality. “Adaline?” Lottie threw her arms around the girl, burying her face into the familiar neck, laced with the smell of her childhood. She’d always forgotten just how very similar they were.

“I am sure you do, and I can not wait to catch up.”

she hadn’t meant someone who felt the same way. “its nice to hear that,” she replied, offering a smile to the other.

“if you ever need someone to soundboard on, i’ve been told i’m an excellent listener.” she knew it was awful being in a house full of royals to feel like anything other than a royal. “i’m also always around for going into town and forgetting all of this.”

“Thank you so, so much,” Jianyu said as he raised the camera. He needed all the practice he could get if he was going to be his sister’s wedding photographer, after all. 

“No problem.” Charlotte moved her hair back, making certain it was out of her face before she offered a smile. “Is this okay?”

oscar wandered around his temporary home with the hopes of mapping the layout in his mind. remembering was something that he was particularly good at, and it often helped when the time came to give others directions. he was trying his to stay focused on his surroundings, finding any significant mark that might help him in his task — yet he’d not been paying attention to what was in front of him, and so when he collided with charlotte, he was somewhat stunned. “sorry!” he exclaimed, taking a step back to allow space. “it’s probably my fault, i wasn’t really looking where i was going.”

“oh!” when she’d seen oscar she pulled the book against herself almost defensively. as if the book would suck her in and hide her from embarrassment. what a great start to the day. “sorry, i--sorry.” she stumbled over her words, taking a step back when he had. “i didn’t hurt you did i?” she questioned. her chin sitting atop the binding of her little hard cover book.

- ̗̀ (she/her) is that MADELAINE PETSCH coming off the private jet? oh no that’s CHARLOTTE BO HENDRIXSON the TWENTY-THREE year old PRINCESS of THE NETHERLANDS. people often say they remind them of LONG HAIR PINNED BACK FROM THE FACE, AN EMPTY THRONE ROOM, SILENT CRIES UNDER THE STARS. they are arranged to marry OSCAR BERNADOTTE THEO JAMES, ANSEL ELGORT, SCOTT EASTWOOD, contact mun.