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[ayzrules]

fancy SOL

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|-♔ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ♔-|
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[𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌](link) ♔ [𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌](link) ♔ [𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌](link) ♔ [𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌](link) -|

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|-**𝒩𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈**
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|-**𝒜𝑔𝑒**
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|-𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
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|-𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
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|-**𝑀𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓁 + 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝑜𝒹𝑒**
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|-**𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒**
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[ayzrules]

simple/more streamlined SOL or whatever

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|-𝑨𝑮𝑬
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|-𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀-|
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|-𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 (𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍)-|
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|-𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀-|
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[ayzrules]

magical school app

❀ 𝓕𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮
❝ 𝐼𝓃𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝑜𝓉𝑒 ❞
𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩, 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘰𝘳 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 ❀ 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘳 # ❀ 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘯, 𝘑𝘶, 𝘔𝘦𝘪, 𝘰𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘢𝘯

❀ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼
𝒩𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈
—text here

𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇
—text here

𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽
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𝒵𝑜𝒹𝒾𝒶𝒸 𝒜𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁
—text here (doesn't have to be the same as the animal of their house)

𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝑜𝓌𝓃
—text here

𝑀𝑜𝒹𝑒𝓁
—text here

❀ 𝓐 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴
𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝓈/𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈
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𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈
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𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹𝓊𝓁𝑒
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❀ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂
—text

❀ 𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂
—text

❀ 𝓞𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓔𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼
—(likes/dislikes, pinterest board, playlist, moodboard, etc)

[ayzrules]

Angie Park

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❝ I wasn't made to be subtle. ❞

🌸𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮:

Angelica Park. Goes by "Angie"

🌸𝓐𝓰𝓮:

Twenty-seven (Angie was born on March 4th, 1992. She was Turned when she was 23)

🌸𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂:

Pansexual

🌸𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻:

Female

🌸𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓼:

So single

🌸𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂:

She's not really anything more than just a rando who has pledged to follow the Artois family

🌸𝓜𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓵 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮:

Fernanda Ly; #F4BAD0 and #FF9EBF

🌸𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷:

Angie used to be a singer and songwriter. Originally, Angie was part of a K-Pop idol group called 1V13 DESIRE, but after her contract with the entertainment company expired, she left the group to pursue a solo act in America. 1V13 DESIRE was nowhere near as big as BlackPink or BTS, but Angie was someone that people noticed and remembered, if only for her pink hair.

Her last album, "Bloodsucker", was released a couple years ago. People assume that the vampire imagery is a metaphor for parasitic love, or something. Spoiler alert: it's not. Nowadays, Angie works as a producer with 88rising.

🌸𝓐𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷/𝓛𝓸𝔂𝓪𝓵𝓽𝔂:

The House of Artois

🌸𝓐𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼/𝓖𝓸𝓪𝓵𝓼/𝓟𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓸𝓹𝓱𝔂:

Angie doesn't want to do anything except try to live her life. She doesn't give a single damn about vampire politics; the royal families can suck her (metaphorical) dick, for all she cares. She just wants to be left alone to do her own thing-and for the most part, she is. She's not really into bickering about vampire politics with 1000-year-old Purebloods who could rip her apart with their bare hands just for the lulz, you know?

🌸𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼:

She's been told that she's funny before, which has to count for something; she may not be the easiest person to work with but she has talent, okay? Those Korean entertainment companies know their shit; very versatile voice (she's done everything from indie to rap, though she prefers mainstream dance-y pop music with a bit of an edge in the form of 1-2 rapped verses); quick memory (memorizing those dance sequences that Korean entertainment company choreographers come up with isn't the easiest thing in the world); can write entire albums in one sitting, if she's in the "zone"; speaks English and Korean fluently, though her Chinese is...less than stellar?; packing so many meme/vine references into a single sentence that you have no idea what the hell just came out of her mouth; running in high heels of any sort (and outrunning you while she's at it)

🌸𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼:

Angie fucking hates spiders and creepy-crawlies of any sort; she's more afraid of stupid horror movie jump-scares than she will ever admit; really doesn't feel like dealing with some cranky old Purebloods getting on her case for something stupid; isn't too keen on the confrontation that will inevitably come when her parents find out that she's kinda sorta a vampire now?

🌸𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂:

Well, to be perfectly frank, Angie is...kind of a bitch, and used to be a huge attention whore (she's mellowed out a bit after being turned into a vampire, but she's still a bit problematic). Angie's perfectly aware of this, but she also like, doesn't care. With her sarcastic and irreverent sense of humor, Angie is flippant and frivolous, always brushing other peoples' concerns and criticisms off with a breezy "eat a dick" (or something along those lines). Angie is also hellaciously vain, if her fixation on her pink hair is any indication.

Although she really isn't the nicest person around, Angie's outgoing nature and spunky spontaneity (paired with a healthy dose of snarkiness) has still made her a couple of friends (and said friends are usually just as thick-skinned as Angie can be). She's a bit too cocky for her own good, and she can be blunt to the point of being cruel. Angie has no sense of tact nor subtlety whatsoever, and you can bet those knock-off Prada boots that she means something when she says it. Angie's not afraid of confronting someone head-on, and she has absolutely no patience for pussies who would rather subtweet her than talk trash to her face.

Flighty and fickle, Angie's not always very good about texting back or making plans. She's extremely petty and makes way too many smart remarks for her own good, and has quite the temper on her (Angie is both easily excited and easily angered). However, she's also quick to forgive (if not necessarily to forget), and she can be surprisingly perceptive and observant sometimes. Angie's a bit of a hypocrite in that she's not afraid to call out stupid bullshit when she sees it, but she's also very much full of bullshit herself, a fact that she will freely admit to. And although she doesn't seem to take anything seriously, Angie can and will hold a grudge until the end of time if you piss her off enough.

Finally, some people can find her downright annoying, which Angie is also perfectly fine with. She's quite self-aware, despite what one may think after interacting with her, and she's definitely not as clueless or oblivious as some people think she is-it's just a matter of if she cares enough to confront somebody about something. And, spoiler alert: nine times out of ten, she doesn't.

🌸𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂:

Angie was born in San Diego, to an American-born Chinese mother and a Korean father. As the youngest out of four siblings, Angie was constantly competing with three other girls for the attention of her parents, teachers, neighbors...the list goes on. Being the attention-hog that Angie is, she had an unfortunate habit of trying to steal the limelight, no matter what, which didn't exactly make her popular among her peers.

From a young age, Angie had a keen interest in singing and dancing, and as a child, she was in and out of all sorts of choirs and dance studios and the like. She seemed to thrive on the attention, and she was quite talented. Angie fell in love with the sparkly energy of K-Pop as a young girl, and when she was fifteen, she participated in one of the company's auditions in Los Angeles.

Angie moved to Seoul and went through the idol training program. There were...problems, right from the start; Angie is and has always been quite stubborn, and she didn't really like being told what to do. However, at that point, she was willing to put up with the bossy voice coaches and dance instructors, if it meant that she'd be able to become a K-Pop idol.

In 2009, Angie debuted as a member of the girl group 1V13 DESIRE. 1V13 DESIRE as a group got off to a rocky start; in that era, there were already plenty of popular girl groups, like SNSD/Girls' Generation and f(x). Honestly, Angie thinks that this part of her life was really...anti-climatic. Their group never got that much attention, and when the contract expired, Angie decided to try her luck making music in America. She moved to New York, where she signed on with a smaller record label and quickly came out with some new solo work.

A little after she turned 23, Angie was out at a club with a couple of her friends when some random douchebag vampire Turned her. Angie isn't too clear on the specifics of the entire night (she was wasted the entire night, basically), but that whole incident caught the attention of the NYPD's Béatrix de la Croix, who helped Angie adapt to the change. Initially, Angie kept her new circumstances a secret from basically everybody besides her cousin, but shortly after she released her first solo album ("Bloodsucker"), the higher-ups at her record label found out. Angie ended up leaving that record label a little afterwards, because they were basically telling her that they weren't about to accommodate her 'special needs'.

Angie was pissed at first, but now it's sort of whatever. She eventually made her way to 88rising, a hybrid management, record label, video production and marketing company that did a lot of work with Asian hip-hop acts. There, she began putting everything she'd learned into helping produce music for other artists. It's not her dream job, but again, it's whatever.

Angie currently lives in a cramped apartment with her cousin (a junior at NYU) and a few of his Lambdas brothers. They're absolutely disgusting (just because they're in an 'Asian-American interest frat' doesn't make them any less frat boy-ish), so she's trying to find a new place to stay after their lease expires. She joined the Artois family after Béatrix and a couple of other vampires she knew told her about their ideals, and for the most part, she's pretty minimally involved.

🌸𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮:

When Angie was still actively creating music, it sounded like BlackPink's more girl crush-y songs with a bit of Red Velvet's RBB and the sugary electro-synth of Studio Killers.

In-Depth Description

𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ♡𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐄♡ (𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜/𝐈𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲):
"A former K-Pop idol who entered the American music scene with her self-titled debut EP, ♡ANGIE♡'s unique blend of pacy, hip hop-influenced dance pop and sparkly synth electro-pop, set on a backdrop of her brash, biting wordplay, oozes pure energy. "Bloodsucker", released in 2015, also has clear signs of ♡ANGIE♡'s K-Pop roots in its flash and glitter, though the darker edge of the singer's persona shows itself early on, starting with the seemingly sugary-sweet "Bite Me", where ♡ANGIE♡ sinks her fangs into the bubbly lyrics as both an invitation and a warning."

𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 "𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑" (𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜/𝐈𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬):
"'Bloodsucker' is a study in contradictions and skillful juxtapositions, starting from ♡ANGIE♡'s steel-edged vocals amidst the frothy bubblegum-pop of "Bite Me", all the way to the ominous 'I vant to suck your blood' superimposed onto the sugary-sweet, synth-driven confection of the album's titular track. The singer's glittery K-Pop roots mix with edgier vocals in this versatile soundtrack, and listeners are afford a glimpse of darker themes behind ♡ANGIE♡'s sugary, saccharine girly-girl persona."

🌸𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼:

That subtle Asian traits Facebook page is pretty fucking funny, loooooooves boba (too bad she can't have it now), the color pink!, sparkly/glittery make-up, being in the limelight, anime magical girls are very near and dear to her heart, k-dramas, shopping, social media, cute stickers, short skirts, heels, dresses with pockets, performing, singing/dancing the songs she wrote and choreographed for herself, memes and irreverent/absurdist, nihilistic humor, SKINCARE (facemasks are her shit), bath bombs

🌸𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼:

Being told that she's "too pink" to be a vampire (tell that to the douchebag who turned her), when people say that she has a "difficult personality" (for one, Angie doesn't think she's that difficult. Secondly, if they're going to talk shit about her, they'd better say what they mean, straight-up, and to her face. None of this sub-tweeting "difficult personality" bullshit. If you think she's a bitch, Angie expects you to have the balls to tell her directly), when people tell her she needs to swear less, when people feel like they can tell her what to do in general, shitty airplane food, the fact that she's so sensitive to the sun but isn't sparkly like Edward Cullen

🌸𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰:

DDU-DU DDU-DU by BlackPink
I'll think about it twice, But It's so hard for me to be fake and act so nice,
Don't you get me wrong, When you see me smiling it's just me playing along.
This is who I'm cut out to be, But now you wanna test me,
I'm seeing you right through it, You should've picked something easy.

Oh wait til’ I do what I do,
Hit you with that Ddu-Du Ddu-Du Du, (Ah yeah ah yeah!)
Hit you with that Ddu-Du Ddu-Du Du, (Ah yeah ah yeah!)
Ddu-Du Ddu-Du Du.

🌸𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵 + 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼:

Doll

Moodboards

🌸𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓶:

Visual

Captions

𝕋𝕆ℙ ℝ𝕆𝕎
ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Skincare is important, even if you're a vampire 🤷

ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: That's the tea 💅⚰️

ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: 🌸

𝔹𝕆𝕋𝕋𝕆𝕄 ℝ𝕆𝕎
ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: Pink + Sailor Moon pigtails = 💖💖💖💖

ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: I vant to suck your blood 🧛‍♀️😈
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🌸𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭:

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Beatrice of Königreich der Welten

 

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❝ I was taught to desire nothing, to swallow other people's misery, to eat my own bitterness. ❞ --Amy Tan

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☽ 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮:

Beatrice Mei König

☽ 𝓣𝓲𝓽𝓵𝓮:

Princess of Königreich der Welten

☽ 𝓐𝓰𝓮:

23

☽ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻:

Female

☽ 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂:

Bisexual

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☽ 𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮:

Although Beatrice was born and raised in Königreich der Welten, most people will say that she looks more like she should be 100% Liangii. She has her mother's face, somewhere in between 'heart-shaped' and 'oval', and she has inherited her mother's ink-black hair, as smooth and sleek and silky as that of any Liangii woman's. If there was any hint of Königreich der Welten in Beatrice's hair, it had long since been swallowed up by the glossy darkness.

Beatrice likes to wear her hair long and loose and free, though she is certainly not adverse to putting it up into a fancy hairdo when the occasion is appropriate. And she has always loved experimenting with braids.

Beatrice's complexion is rather pale, taking after both her mother and her father, and her eyes are a dark gray-blue, framed with long-ish lashes. Beatrice is not extraordinarily tall, standing at 5 feet and 6 inches, but she does happen to favor all sorts of high heels, giving her a few more inches of height. Unlike her mother, Beatrice tends to go rather light on the makeup, making it a bit heavier for formal events - she's definitely not been one to cake on the cosmetics, though.

In terms of her clothes, Beatrice favors elegant, streamlined looks. She likes the simplicity, and she has never been one for frills. However, that is not to say that she does not enjoy a gown with intricate beadwork or lace or embroidery every once in a while.

☽ 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 + 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼:

𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 - history books, simple yet elegant dresses and gowns, high heels, hot tea, the color red (preferably a deep, dark red), the color white, the color black, pearls, crimson lipstick, eyeliner, makeup in general, silks and satins, lychee anything (the fruit, lychee tea, etc), compromises and elegant solutions, indie-pop music, music that's calm and peaceful, some classical music, ancient Liangii poetry and literature, rainy days (they're just so peaceful), curling up by the fire with a good book and a cup of hot tea, nature, seeing modern-day Liang (it reminds her of how far her country has come since the days when her mother was a child), her immediate family (comprised of her mother, her father, her brothers, and her sister)

𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 - food that's way too salty, food that's much too sweet, reckless people and recklessness in general, guns (too loud and messy and violent. And rude), people with no manners, people who are constantly rude to others for no good reason, annoying and trashy rap music (it all just sounds like noise to her), spicy food, messiness and sloppiness, disorganized people, people who don't think anything through before they act, cheese and most other dairy products (she's a bit lactose intolerant), people with no manners, people who have annoyingly quick tempers, apathetic and/or intolerant people, seagulls (they're annoying. And they poop everywhere), bright, gaudy colors, clothing with excessive frills and decoration, being treated as somehow "lesser" because she's a girl, being forced to trust people, being thrust into the limelight when she does not want to be

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☽ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂:

Everybody says that Beatrice takes after her mother. And indeed, in many ways she does; she has her mother’s steel, and a bit of her mother’s cold cunning, hidden behind her mild-tempered demeanor and small, polite smiles. Beatrice is constantly analyzing everything. She is constantly picking apart your every word and monitoring your every glance, your every blink, your every flinch. Observant and perceptive, Beatrice is more than happy to let others have the limelight…depending on the situation.

And even if Beatrice takes after her mother, there is no denying that she has much of her father in her, too. Charming, charismatic, and amicable, Beatrice has an uncanny skill with remembering names and faces. In fact, she has a pretty decent memory in general; she's been known to randomly recall stray tidbits of information that she heard years ago. Beatrice is not particularly confrontational, and she would much rather settle disputes in a polite, civilized manner (preferably over a cup of green tea) than start a a fight, of any sort (especially not one of the physical sort. Fisticuffs are so unbearably uncouth). Beatrice carries herself with a quiet dignity and an inexplicable refinement; she's approachable, but not too approachable. Calm, collected, and level-headed, Beatrice rarely ever loses neither her composure nor her temper.

Perhaps the one thing that she has taken from both her mother and her father is her willingness to do whatever it takes. Her parents make for a pretty picture - her father in his crisp uniforms, her mother in her elegant gowns - but Beatrice knows, deep down, that to some degree, both of them are as ruthless as they come. Her mother, especially; Beatrice knows that her father does not see the brutality, nor the resentment, within his consort. Beatrice knows that her mother is manipulative and deceitful, behind all her gowns and high heels and lipstick - the perfect politician. And anyone who has met the queen of Königreich der Welten knows that her youngest daughter takes after her, in almost every way.

Finally, Beatrice is a good listener and is very quick to pick up emotional cues from another person. She is extremely meticulous and thorough and detail-oriented. Loyal and dutiful, Beatrice is knows that she has her place and her role in the grand scheme of things, and as much as she chafes against the roles that have been assigned to her, she knows that it is all for a purpose. The question is, of course, what exactly is she loyal to? She has always thought that it was to her kingdom, to Königreich der Welten, but in more recent years, she has started doubting this loyalty. She has realized, through the years, that she is not loyal to Königreich der Welten, but to her siblings, and to her mother.

And that, Beatrice knows, changes everything.

☽ 𝓑𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂:

The fourth and youngest child of King Niklas and Queen Mai König, Beatrice grew up to become the darling of her kingdom. It wasn't enough for her; of course it wasn't enough. She is too much like her mother for it to ever be enough. Queen Mai saw this, and though she tried to teach Beatrice all the subtleties that she herself relies on - which Beatrice took to as well as Mai did - Beatrice doesn't want to have to hide, the way that her mother does.

And so, in secret, her mother and her mother's uncle (Emperor Ming Mei of Liang) have arranged for Beatrice to marry a man named Zheng Hu (Hu Zheng, if we go by Liangii naming customs), Ming's (secretly) appointed heir. They are to rule jointly over Liang, as emperor and empress. The plan is not without risk; Beatrice's father, the king of Königreich der Welten, intends to annex Liang into his kingdom, once Emperor Ming dies - because as far as anyone knows, Ming has no heir. Queen Mai refuses to see her husband take over her homeland in this way, hence the plan for Beatrice to rule with Zheng.

Recently, King Niklas has betrothed Beatrice to Crown Prince Raiden Zhao of Xi'n. Beatrice recognizes this for what it is - a ploy to make sure that Königreich der Welten has allies nearby, once Niklas begins the process of formally annexing Liang. Beatrice knows that the engagement will fall through, but she'll go along with it, for now.

She'll be empress of Liang, as soon as the time is right. And Beatrice is nothing if not patient.

Detailed Bio

Princess Beatrice König is the darling of her kingdom, the jewel of Königreich der Welten.

Born to a beloved king and his Liangii queen, the people of Königreich der Welten love all the royal children, just on principle. Their firstborn, Eugene "Gene" König, is said to be a younger version of King Niklas - he is the dutiful soldier-prince that his father once was, with a bit of a mischievous streak that he still has not outgrown. And Olivia, the second oldest, is said to be reserved, but kind, also with a strong sense of duty. Ming, named after the emperor of Liang (and their mother's uncle), but referred to as "Alex", is the charming trickster, friendly and amicable.

And Beatrice? She had already wormed her way into the peoples' hearts as a baby, being the youngest of the royal family, and when she grew up into a woman who bore a remarkable resemblance to her mother - her poised, elegant mother, with her soft smiles and gorgeous gowns and air of polite refinement - she cemented her place as the jewel of the kingdom. Like her mother, she is charming in a demure way; like her mother, she is perfectly put-together, no matter what the occasion, oozing refined elegance and a quiet sort of dignity.

And, just like her mother, if you peel back all the layers of smiles and makeup and polite words, Beatrice is cunning and calculating and a bit, well, cold. Not as cold as her mother, Beatrice would like to think, but cold enough.

Beatrice is not the jealous sort. She is, however, more than just a little bit ambitious. From an early age, she was always vying for her father's attention, because she didn't want to be married off to some stuffy old noble for political purposes. She didn't want to be nothing more than a pawn for her parents to use. Beatrice managed to keep all of this to herself, until one day she simply exploded at her older sister, asking her how it was fair that Gene and Alex got to go sit in with the military commanders when Alex was total shit at talking strategy.

Her mother, Queen Mai, overheard. Beatrice had frozen, afraid that she was about to be punished, but her mother had simply smiled at her - not one of those smiles that she put on in public, those smiles of polite, mild interest, nor the loving (but somehow off) smiles she gave her husband - but a small, sad smile, tinged with a bit of...wistfulness? Beatrice couldn't say.

Her mother told her that she must learn to be patient. That there were ways to influence the course of events, from behind the scenes. She taught her how to lie, how to be the princess that the people wanted to see. And slowly, Beatrice came to realize that her mother held not a single ounce of love for her father. Slowly, she began to realize that her mother probably hated her father.

And Beatrice didn't want to be like her mother. She didn't want to manipulate and play puppetmaster from behind the scenes - she wanted to be in the foreground, making the decisions without having to hide. The hiding and the deception is what Beatrice hates the most, perhaps because it scares her so much. It scares her how cold her mother's eyes will get, when they are alone, or how tight her expression will go, or how soft and quietly deadly her voice will get. Beatrice sees murder in her mother's gaze, sometimes, and fucking hell, it scares her.

She wonders - do Gene and Alex and Olivia see this side of their mother? The same woman who would sing them Liangii lullabies when they couldn't sleep, or who would feed the ducks in the pond behind the palace, or who would laugh and tell them jokes at dinner. The same woman who kisses her husband good-night and sleeps beside him, in the same bed. Beatrice wonders, sometimes, how her mother has lived through all these years, how she has kept Niklas from seeing how much she despises him.

Beatrice decided, early on, that she would rather die than marry someone she hated as much as Mai hated Niklas. Beatrice didn't know why her mother hated Niklas so much, but she knows that she isn't as strong as her mother; her Liangii mother who was told to eat her own bitterness, and who has tried to pass that on to Beatrice, but goddammit, Beatrice doesn't want to. Why should she have to suffer like this, eating her own bitterness, simply for being a girl? Why should she have to marry someone she doesn't like, be the consort with no real power besides her own skill at deceit and manipulation? It wasn't fair. Fucking hell, it wasn't fair.

Beatrice never said anything, of course. But her mother saw right through her. Her mother always saw right through her.

She was sixteen when things started to look up. She overheard Mai arguing with Olivia, her older sister. Mai had been working, behind the scenes, to get Olivia instated as the empress of Liang, through some sort of political marriage. Beatrice had never been jealous, because she was well-aware that Olivia would have been nothing more than a figurehead, had the plan gone through.

Olivia said that she didn't want to be empress. Mai, as Beatrice had come to expect, did not argue, and Beatrice remembers the bitter taste that filled her mouth when she realized what her mother was doing. Her mother was pretending to agree while she retreated inwards, while she made plans to fix things behind closed doors, because that was what she was supposed to do, as a consort. She wasn’t supposed to put up a fuss. She wasn’t supposed to make a scene. Mai had backup plans upon backup plans, schemes upon schemes. Beatrice knew for a fact that she was running through them all in that moment, trying to find the best way to manipulate the situation in her favor.

Olivia - blunt, straightforward Olivia, who was as frustrated with their mother as Beatrice was - had demanded an explanation. Mai had given one.

"Beatrice wants to be an empress, you know," said Olivia. A pause. "You know that." Another pause, slightly longer this time. "Why won't you give it to her?"

“Because Beatrice would not be happy,” Mai had answered, finally. “She is...your sister is too much like me. She would not be happy being second to a man. But, just like me, she would be determined to work around it.” Her voice was laced with a sad sort of bitterness. “You, my dear, are much more straightforward than that. You are not so interested in...politics. You would be happy simply serving the people. It would be enough for you.”

Her mother was right. Of course she was right. And after that, when the plans with whoever Olivia was supposed to marry fell through, Beatrice came to her mother with a proposition. She would be empress of Liang, and since the Liangii court would not accept her as the standalone heir, she would marry an heir that Mai and her uncle picked out.

Her mother had wavered. Her mother, Beatrice was coming to realize, did not like to take risks (or, perhaps, she just could not fathom a world where it worked, a world where the emperor and empress ruled with equal power). But she had agreed, and the plan had been set into motion. This time, however, it was done secretly. Her father had plans to annex Liang; her father would not want the current emperor picking an heir. He would rather appoint one of his trusted officials as the ruler, once Liang was fully annexed, marry Beatrice off to them, and send them on their merry way. And Mai was not going to hear it.

And so, after [FILL THIS IN AFTER CLOCK RESPONDS] years of "vacations" back to Liang and whispered phone conversations in an obscure mountain dialect, Mai and the emperor found a certain Zheng Hu to take the throne, after Emperor Ming eventually died. Beatrice has not met him very many times, thanks to the secrecy of it all, but she knows that her mother would not have picked someone who would force her to be the agreeable consort that Mai has molded herself into. She knows that her mother would not have picked someone who would be cruel to her.

The only wrench in everything, of course, is her father. Mai has forbidden her from telling Alex and Gene about the plan, and though she hates keeping secrets from her brothers, she understands why her mother would do this. Alex and Gene are her brothers, and they have spent more time with Niklas than they have Mai. Beatrice knows that their secrecy is not guaranteed.

And, of course, there's the fact that King Niklas has recently betrothed her to Prince Raiden of Xi'n. Beatrice recognizes it for what it is - a ploy to make sure that Königreich der Welten has allies nearby, once Niklas begins the process of formally annexing Liang. And now Beatrice can see how much her mother loathes him, more than ever; and though Beatrice's heart will never belong to Liang the way that her mother's does, all she wants to do is to make the murder in her mother's eyes go away. One day, she'll be an empress, and her mother won't hate her father so much.

What could go wrong?

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☽ 𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓣𝓸:

Crown Prince Raiden Zhao of Xi'n, as arranged for by her father. Though Beatrice expects that engagement to fall apart pretty quickly, considering what she and her mother are planning.

☽ 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰:

"Empire" - Wengie ft. Minnie
<sub>One day they will build empires for me
From the dirt to the sky for the world to see
Bow down as they build empires for me

One day they will build empires for me
See the crown, see the crown, her majesty
Bow down as they build empires for me

Never die, live fast, it's my empire
Put my face on the cash, it's my empire
Put the bricks to the bricks, watch 'em get higher
Lay back, let 'em, let 'em build my empire</sub>

☽ 𝓕𝓒 + 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓒𝓸𝓭𝓮:

Face claim = Geri Steenkamp, color code = 919191

☽ 𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻:

Pinterest board: pinterest.com/ayzrules/and-on-that-da…

Beatrice graduated from one of Königreich der Welten's top universities, double majoring in Foreign Affairs and Political Science. She speaks English, German, Mandarin, and knows a bit of Spanish and French, as well as a bit of the dialect her mother speaks.

Aesthetics

"Not a saint, but do I have to be?"

Her middle name, Mei, is not to be confused with her mother's maiden name - although the romanizations are the same, Beatrice's middle name is a different character, and thus has a different meaning. Her middle name means "plum blossom", for the significance/symbolism it has in Liangii culture:

The plum blossom is seen as a symbol of winter and a harbinger of spring. The blossoms are so beloved because they are viewed as blooming most vibrantly amidst the winter snow, exuding an ethereal elegance, while their fragrance is noticed to still subtly pervade the air at even the coldest times of the year. Therefore, the plum blossom came to symbolize perseverance and hope, as well as beauty, purity, and the transitoriness of life. In Confucianism, the plum blossom stands for the principles and values of virtue.

 

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Königreich der Welten

 

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The royal palace of Königreich der Welten, located in its capital city of Dalkingen

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♕ 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮:

Königreich der Welten

♕ 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷:

King Niklas König and his consort, Queen Mai König. The royal family consists of the crown prince, Prince Eugéne Zhou König (normally referred to as "Gene" or "Zhou), and his siblings, Princess Olivia Lian König, Prince Ming Alexander König (normally just called "Alex"), and Princess Beatrice König.

I've included a family tree (maternal side here, paternal side here, mostly for my own dumbass to keep things straight.

♕ 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓼:

Black and gold

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♕ 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓲𝓼 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓕𝓸𝓻:

Königreich der Welten ("Kingdom of Worlds") is an advanced, first-world country that incorporates some of the best teachings and ideas of all other countries into its own universities, producing intelligent students that often go on to become prominent scientific revolutionaries, capable military commanders, and efficient manufacturers and inventors. Where the Kingdom of Aciras is a sort of cultural beacon, Königreich der Welten is a military and intellectual beacon.

That being said, Königreich der Welten doesn't have as much resource-rich lands, nor do they have the largest industry (though they are prominent innovators of a great many things, such as cars, guns, tanks, aircraft, watercraft, and other larger pieces of technology, as well as some of the more secure, expensive portable pieces of technology), and because of their more hands-off attitude (besides terrorists and smaller, more rogue nations), they lack as much diplomatic power and influence as some of the other European kingdoms. On the social and political scene, they're rather laidback and neutral, though many do have feelers out, trying to predict or sway the actions of other kingdoms.

Some relevant stereotypes: having a nigh-on unintelligible language to foreigners, drinking beer, great at engineering, very powerful military, more austere styles of architecture and/or dress

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♕ 𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽/𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂:

Königreich der Welten is a kingdom that became increasingly relevant within the European, and then the global, sphere as it industrialized. Economic development and investment brought prosperous times, and indeed, the people of Königreich der Welten enjoy one of the highest standards of living worldwide.

However, this sort of economic development does not come without a cost. Königreich der Welten traditionally placed a heavy emphasis on its military, and this did not change as technology became more advanced. Soon enough, the rulers of the kingdom found that they were totally reliant on foreign imports of raw materials as Königreich der Welten's natural store of resources was depleted. As such, they agreed to help Emperor Ming Mei in his efforts to re-take the Liangii throne militarily, so long as Liang provided Königreich der Welten with a steady stream of natural resources. And to seal the deal, the princess of Liang, Mai Mei, would marry the then-crown prince of Königreich der Welten, Niklas König.

That is all known by the general public. But Niklas' most heavily-guarded secret is the fact that his father arranged for the "disappearance" of Emperor Ming's heir, shortly before Niklas and Mai were married. This way, it would be fairly easy for Niklas to annex Liang, after Emperor Ming died, presumably without an heir.

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♕ 𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻:

Dalkingen is its capital city. Clock and I are currently collab'ing on Liang's info!

Shoutout to OfWindAndRain for OG concepts of Konigreich and Niklas!

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Raiden had been too distracted by Henri's lost puppy eyes to notice Beatrice approaching them. It wasn't until she was standing in front of him and Ryn that he finally noticed her. He had to pry his eyes away from the blonde to look at his fiancée.

"Ah, Princess Beatrice, you look stunning as always." He pulled back from the table he had been leaning on to give the Princess of Königreich der Welten a propper bow. "We only had small talk," Raiden glanced back at Ryn just in time to see Quentin approach their table.

After Quentin's little introduction, Raiden gave the man an encouraging look before glancing at Ryn to give her the "use the dagger on me" look before turning his attention back to Beatrice. "We should leave these two to talk. Ryn, please remember we are at a ball." he teased before offering his arm his betrothed. "Shall we?"

In response to Raiden’s bow, Beatrice dipped into a slight curtsey, smiling and thanking him for the compliment. Then, Beatrice took a moment to properly appreciate both Raiden and Ryn's outfits - Raiden was in all black, his suit paired with an absolutely gorgeous embroidered overcoat, and Beatrice thought that Ryn’s one-shoulder gown (which was also sporting some stunning embroidery), while a bit more daring than something Beatrice would personally wear, was beautiful.

She glanced at Quentin, briefly - his outfit was a lot more elegant than Beatrice had initially expected, all things considered. “It’s nice to see you too, Quentin,” she replied, politely.

Beatrice had known that Raiden and Ryn were good friends, what with their couture brand, and she smiled at the light teasing, as would be expected of her. “Lead the way,” she said as she accepted Raiden’s proffered arm, giving him another small, polite smile.

With another smile to Ryn and Quentin, Raiden led the way towards the open bar. Now with Beatrice on his arm, he needed something stronger to keep him focused- or to take the strain of it all. "How was your flight? I was lucky enough to have the Raske siblings with me."

When they finally got to the bar, he waved down one of the bartenders and ordered an old fashioned with bourbon. The night was still young, but Raiden already felt the weight of it all weighing him down. He glanced at Beatrice and offered a kind smile. Being alone with her felt surreal. He never imagined himself with a woman at all, but standing next to her made him realize how fucked he was.

“My flight was alright,” Beatrice responded, falling into step beside Raiden as they walked to the bar. “Long, though. But probably not as long as yours.”

Beatrice waited until Raiden was done ordering his drink before speaking again, returning his smile with one of his own. “Are you enjoying Aciras so far?” she asked, as politely as ever, taking a sip of the drink she’d snagged on her way over to Raiden and Ryn. “I’ve only been a couple times, and would love to see more of the city.”

"I am. I'm staying at The Plaza hotel with Ryn and Rhys. I'm hoping to enjoy the city far more than being stuck in this palace." Raiden took a sip from his own drink, "Perhaps you can join us one of these days. Ryn was planning to see some of the clubs Aciras has to offer. It would be a perfect opportunity to see more of the capital city too." It would be a nice opportunity to see a more relaxed side of Beatrice.

Beatrice couldn’t honestly say that she approved of Raiden’s choice of friends when it came to the Raskes, but whatever. It was none of her business, and if she would have to deal with being around them for the next two months, then so be it. It would get...tedious, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Beatrice could put up with tedious.

“I think, quite honestly, that my parents would actually kill me if they caught wind of me going clubbing,” she replied, a wry look on her face. “So we’d have to be incredibly stealthy. But I can’t say that I’m altogether opposed to the idea, and I’d certainly like to see more of the capital. It’s quite lovely.”

"Well, if that's the case we can opt-out and do something more suitable." Raiden offered with a shrug on a shoulder. "We can always go on a trip around the capital. I heard Aciras is famous for its apple pie and its lovely gardens."

He didn't mind going out of his way to spend some time with Beatrice. If they got to know each other a bit more they could possibly come down to an agreement to dissolve their betrothal. Making it a mutual decision would get his parents off his back.

“I’d like that,” said Beatrice, flashing Raiden a brief smile. “I love apple pie, and gardens. My mom has always been into flowers, and I guess it rubbed off on me.”

Beatrice paused, and took another sip of her drink. This is...pretty awkward, all things considered. We barely even know each other. And I suppose it doesn’t help that I don’t plan on marrying him at all, she thought.

“Do you see a lot of other people that you know here?” she asked, after a moment of hesitation. “I don’t think I’ve seen Princess Vivian, yet, but I still have to congratulate her on her upcoming wedding.”

"I see a few I should probably get to greet them," Raiden nodded a bit, scanning the room to look at Leo, Cass, Chris, and finally Henri. He could tell Henri didn't want to be in this place. Even from across the ball, he could see his subtle mannerisms.

"Would you like to look for her?" Raiden turned his gaze back to Beatrice. "I can help you look," please say no. He wanted to make his way across the ballroom and talk to Henri, but leaving Beatrice would be rude of him. Although she seemed to be looking for an excuse to leave his side. Raiden didn't blame her.

Beatrice’s gaze flitted around the ornate ballroom as Raiden’s did the same. “Well, I don’t see Princess Vivian, so I don’t see why we should not go and greet the others,” she answered. “We can always go look for Vivian and congratulate her a different time.”

Beatrice surveyed the ballroom again, more discreetly this time. Out of all of the people in attendance, the person she wanted to speak to the most was Zheng, but she couldn’t. Not with this many people around, and not when she had someone she was already supposed to be marrying.

No; she couldn’t go find him alone, but perhaps she and Raiden would naturally cross paths with him over the course of the night. It seemed like the best bet, in any case, so Beatrice turned to Raiden and gave him a faint smile. “If there’s someone you’d like to talk to, we can definitely go and find them,” she said. “I’d love to meet more of the people here.”

Raiden hid the disappointment with a sip of his drink. "Of course." Raiden offered her his arm once more. "I can introduce you to a business partner and friend of mine." He glanced around for Cassandra, smiling when he spotted her. "She's a bright woman, I am sure you two will get along just fine."

Once again, Beatrice took Raiden’s arm. “That would be lovely,” Beatrice agreed, even as she sensed the - the reluctance? - in Raiden’s voice. Beatrice had heard of Cassandra, of course, but they’d never interacted (and frankly, Beatrice wasn’t sure how much she wanted to interact with the princess from Dal Riata, given that she was fairly certain that any political power Cassandra had would be negligible, considering how she was running her own company now. Nevertheless, Beatrice was nothing if not polite).

Raiden began to lead the way towards the familiar face of Cassandra. She wasn't too far off as she had been talking to the Maris Royalty and the Princess of Massylii. "Perhaps we could greet one of your friends as well, I'm afraid I'm not very well acquainted with many of the other royals." He glanced at the Princess of Arcenia and the Prince of Austerund as they continued to walk. It was amusing to watch them from afar.

Beatrice nodded in agreement to Raiden’s words as they walked. “I’d be happy to introduce you,” she replied, pleasantly. Beatrice followed Raiden’s gaze to Arabelle and Erik, arguing yet again. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, just a little bit. Really, both of them could be more mature about their betrothal, she thought to herself. Like, I love Ara, and Erik’s really not so bad. But seriously. Nevertheless, Beatrice still found herself suppressing a fond smile, despite the childishness of it all.

Beatrice thought that she had spotted Cassandra, just a little ways ahead, and was content to follow along with Raiden. However, before they could get closer to the princess from Dal Riata, no one other than Zheng himself appeared in front of them, presumably on his way to join in on the festivities.

Beatrice slowed to a stop. “Princess Beatrice, an honor to see you here. I do hope that Königreich der Welten and its queen are doing well,” said Zheng.
“Prince Zheng, how are you?” Beatrice said by way of greeting, giving him a polite smile. Zheng hadn’t been born into royalty, but the emperor of Liang had given him the titles, thanks to his service, and Beatrice knew court etiquette like the back of her hand. She knew to address him properly.

Beatrice winced, internally, at the entire situation. Here she was, hanging out with both the man everyone thought she was going to marry and the man that she wanted to marry (if only for political reasons). Zheng knew about her betrothal, of course, and how she did not intend to see it through. Raiden did not.

“Prince Raiden, this is Zheng. Prince Zheng, this is Raiden, my fiancé, she said, not letting any of her thoughts show on her face, her expression arranged in one of polite interest the entire time.

Dear God. We’re ten minutes in, and everything is already so awkward. How are we supposed to get through two entire months?

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Han had made her way into where everyone had congregated. She could see all sorts of familiar faces, as far as her eye could see. She had the pleasure of doing business with some of these kingdoms. Some kingdoms she was quite fond of, and maintained a relationship that was beyond commerce and diplomacy. And some other kingdoms.. well... let’s just say that they had some fuckery going on that Han didn’t exactly approve of.

Currently, the princess of Tuyen Phu was waiting patiently for a rather special someone. A prince of Castilya. He was supposed to be a rather special person to Han, but quite honestly Han was only trying to be with him because her parents told her to do so. As much of an independent royal she was, she had to listen to the word of her parents as long as they lived. She stood at a table, her head propped up on an arm as she waited for him. But lo and behold, he was already there, much to the indifference of Han.

“Prince Alejandro. A pleasure, as always.” She said, before looking down at her dress, “Why, thank you. You have a very beautiful… gold… to your body.”

Alejandro beamed at her, not particularly put off by her general, uh, lack of coherence (at least, with regards to his outfit). “Oh, thank you,” he replied, adjusting one of his earrings. “I love the color of your dress, too. Pink is so gorgeous.”

Alejandro paused, took a tiny sip of his drink. “Are you enjoying Aciras so far?” he asked, pleasantly. “I hope your flight wasn’t too long - it would have been much longer than mine, I imagine, and I was pretty exhausted when we finally landed.”

Han chuckled softly. It was sweet of him to consider her fight here. The flight to Aciras was a rather long one, but the reason for flying far outweighed the tediousness and bother it took to get here. There were many opportunities for her here, one of which was right in front of her right now.

“Oh, it was long. But, it was not bad at all. Not much turbulence on the way here. Some jet lag, but I’ll be okay.” Han mused, “What about you? How was the flight from Castilya?”

“Mmm, it wasn’t horrible. But my hair was a mess after napping on the way over,” answered Alejandro, flashing her another grin. “The jet lag is awful, I agree, but I’m sure you have it worse than I do.”

Alejandro took another sip, using the movement as an excuse to flick his gaze towards Phillip. He was with Imani, of course - oh, but that gown of hers is lovely - and Gen (whose gown was also lovely), and he saw that Henri was talking to the trio as well.

Alejandro would have loved to go up to Phillip, say something not very PG-13 to him and then fuck off to somewhere upstairs and behind closed (preferably locked) doors, but obviously, that was not going to happen - not right now, at least. He let his eyes slide back to Han as he brought the delicate glass away from his lips.

“Have you visited Aciras before?” he asked. “I have, a few times, but I’m afraid that I still haven’t seen very much of it.”

“I have… but I unfortunately also have the same case as you.” Han had been to Aciras a few times on diplomatic matters, but she unfortunately never really took the time for herself as her schedule was filled with more pressing matters, “This kingdom is beautiful. I would love to explore it sometime.”

“I would, too,” Alejandro agreed. “I mean, I’ve been to the palace, obviously, and some of the other cities - mostly for the fashion shows. But I’ve never really had a chance to see the rest of it.”

“How does Aciras compare to Tuyen Phu?” Alejandro continued with a laugh, mostly to keep them from lapsing into an awkward silence. “Well, what you’ve seen of Aciras, anyway.”

“Aciras is bigger… but obviously I prefer Tuyen Phu.” Han smiled, “I’ll always prefer it.”

Alejandro grinned, nodded in agreement. “But of course,” he replied, laughing lightly. “The food here, for one, is different. And that’s just for me, coming from Castilya - I’m sure it must be even more so for you.”

“I have never had Aciran cuisine before, so I cannot say. But, I hear this place has some very good food. I’ve seen some of it on television. Some good places I’d love to try here, but I don’t think it quite does food like we do, or like Castilya.”

“Mmm, I see,” said Alejandro. “I’ve had some of the food - obviously not all of the different kinds, but I’ve had some of them - and while it’s good, it’s just not the same, you know?”

Alejandro scanned the assembled crowd, again. “Have you seen Princess Vivian anywhere?” he mused out loud. “I haven’t seen her around at all, and I do feel bad for not congratulating her on her engagement, yet.” He laughed, a tad sheepishly. “She and her family are the hosts of this event, of course.”

Han had just finished thinking of a response to whatever Alejandro was saying before she was asked about Princess Vivian. Come to think of it, she hadn’t really seen her either. She wasn’t present at the door when she had arrived here. “I have not. I only saw Princess Raven and the King and Queen. I would hazard a guess that she is… making her rounds?”

“I see,” Alejandro replied, “that makes sense, yeah.” He let his eyes flit through the room, again. “Do you see anyone that you’d like to talk to, here?” he asked, smiling and raising an eyebrow. “Seeing as we’re expected to be social, and everything.”

“I would like to see Prince Erik, but it appears that I do not see him… maybe he is preoccupied?” Or his skinny dick havin’ ass is just too busy with a pussy that don’t pop for him. “What about you? I’m sure there are some you’d like to see. I do not mind tagging along.”

Alejandro let out an amused huff. “Probably,” he admitted, knowing that Ara and Erik being together was some tea. “My friends Phillip and Imani are right over there,” he said, tilting his head in their direction. “If you don’t mind, we can go find them.”

Prince Phillip and Princess Imani… Han was familiar with them, but she hadn’t interacted much with them. But, better late than never, right? Might as well go start. “Sure. Just lead the way.” She held her arm out for Alejandro to take. Was that the thing to do with her future husband? She wasn’t sure.

Alejandro grinned, easily sliding his arm through Han’s. He started walking in their direction, noting that Gen was walking away with Prince Henri as they began navigating around the other small groups of people.

Imani was wearing a stunning off-the-shoulder gown, and as they approached, Alejandro could see that Phillip was wearing a blue ascot. He smiled to himself, inwardly, already wondering what the fabric would feel like under his fingers.

“Prince Phillip, Princess Imani,” Alejandro said by way of greeting, opting to include their titles, as they were in a public setting. He unlaced his arm from Han’s so that he could kiss Phillip (though they were more of pecks than kisses, in Alejandro’s opinion), once on each side of his face, his hands lingering for perhaps a second longer than they had to before he drew away. Then, he gave Imani a brief hug - they were close enough friends that Imani was comfortable with it - and threaded his arm through Han’s again. “How are you both? This is my fiancé, Princess Han,” he continued, inclining his head in her direction as he spoke.