𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚.

❝𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.❞

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

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❝𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞

⸺ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐀 ⸺

𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐜𝐃𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬.

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

— her jacket, that offered hand ignored when she opted to start walking ahead.

“Are we walking back?”

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

Amelia didn’t know much about Freya. Beyond their usual banter and little spats, not much was talked about. It didn’t feel professional— even if she were curious.

“Don’t make me vomit.” She wrinkled her nose at the proper gestures made. The apple tucked into the pocket of —

[𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐓 @lezoftheyear]

Boring? Truly, Freya was anything but boring. Though, she was only being professional around the princess so that she could keep her job. After being injured that lead to her forced-retirement with the MI6, life had gotten a bit too boring. This was the most fun she had have in +

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

— a handful of coins that more than covered the price of an apple.

An eye roll resisted when he seemed to finally recognize her, despite the hood over her head. A bow offered while thanking “her highness” for the generosity.

“Right, I think I’ve had enough fresh air…”

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

That brief chuckle brought a barely there smile to her lips. It wasn’t often that she got to see Freya being anything but professional— and maybe even a little boring, if she were honest.

“She should be used to it by now,” Amelia turned, offering the farmer at the fruit stall —

[𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐓 @lezoftheyear]

Call it occupational hazard. Reading people and blending in had always been her thing even back in her agent days.

"Ah, it's for the horse," she chuckled, feeling a little silly. Of course, it's for the horse. She had all the best apples back in the castle. +

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

— back into the for sale basket.

“The Queen knows I ran?” Amelia can already hear the hour long lecture she’ll be receiving, if that’s the case.

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

That was one of the things that slightly irked Amelia— how easily Freya could read her. She could even feel it happening on occasion, much to her annoyance.

“Storm prefers the bruised ones.” She explained, referring to her beloved white horse while tossing the nicer apple —

[𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐓 @lezoftheyear]

Her gaze on her softened. While the princess never let anyone know how she truly felt, Freya could pick it up. She saw how her eyes twinkled when she heard about her day back when she was traveling a lot as an agent.

She's never pity her. She just wished things were different. +

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

— merely have to stay.

“I’m very aware of what my reality is.” She mumbled, picking up an apple to inspect.

“Are you dragging me back to my prison now?”

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

She wanted to explode into a rant in that moment— yell about how she was going stir crazy stuck behind those castle walls. And about the pressure that was suffocating her.

But she didn’t. She didn’t need nor want anyone’s pity. The title of difficult and rebellious would —

[𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 ��𝐎𝐋𝐓 @lezoftheyear]

"What you need is a reality check," she muttered under her breath.

She wasn't mad, no, she expected it. After all, the princess was still somewhat a rebel. However, she would still love to keep her job.

"I thought you were trying to take the throne early by giving the queen +

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

There was no use in trying to flee the area. Amelia was well aware of how skilled her crush— ahem, bodyguard was.

“I don’t need a lecture.” She waved a hand dismissively and returned to eyeing the various stalls of the farmers market.

[𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐓 @lezoftheyear]

"This is Griffin. I got her," she radioed back before quickly turning it off as she approached the princess.

"You fucking idiot."

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

Perhaps it wasn’t her best idea to try and slip outside the castle walls while @withherlife was occupied with the Queen.

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

A slight lift of her head, staring at the other through the mirror of her vanity.

“What the he— what happened to you?”

[𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐓 @lezoftheyear]

"Hey," she casually greets @resentedoath as she walks in, holding an ice pack to her head.

[ً @holyaches]

not all love is gentle. sometimes it’s gritty and dirty and possessive， sometimes it’s not supposed to be careful or soft at all. sometimes it feels like teeth.

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

She’s got one hell of a headache.

[ً @holyaches]

i want to run away... i want someone to save me... you're right， those are part of me， too.

[ً @holyaches]

love is the most twisted curse of all.

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

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[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

A discreet roll of light eyes came as her initial response to such a question.

“You’re the best, are you not?” Maybe that wasn’t really her reason. But she wasn’t about to voice that.

[𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐓 @lezoftheyear]

Lifting up the cup to her mouth, her lips curved up into a small smirk right before she took a sip.

"You love me that much to offer that?" she teased softly.

[𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚. @resentedoath]

The Princess scrunched up her nose at the show of respect. It made their entire interaction suddenly feel a lot less nonchalant and personal.

“If you do stay,” A pause, tea finally sipped upon. “I’ll make sure you’re paid more than any other employer could ever offer.”

[𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐓 @lezoftheyear]

"Thank you," she muttered, bowing her head slightly. What could she say? Old habits die hard.

"I never pity you," she said without any hesitation. Princess Amelia didn't need anyone's pity, she knew that.