𝓣𝒉𝒆 𝓟𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 .

⠀ ⠀ 𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧⠀𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧⠀ 𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥⠀ 𝐮𝐢⠀ 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐢𝐧 . ⠀ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 ⠀⠀ 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⠀⠀ 𝐨𝐟 ⠀⠀ 𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 . ⠀ 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 . ⠀

“do you still love me .ᐣ” ╱ “why would you ask me such a silly question .ᐣ of course i do.”

we can’t be seen together, princess. ╱ if i cannot be seen with you, let me be seen dead.

thank you, kindly --. ( Quickly thanking the bartender, before she looks over at Cieran. ) how fast does this drink work?

( she happily follows along. bashing her eyelashes at him, and she's returning the mischief look that'd matches his. tilting her head curiously. ) choose the drink for me, darling.

oh, príncipe mío, that is a secret i shan't tell, it'll feel better when its finally revealed. ( she's moving the two fingers to interlock their fingers properly, squeezing his hand. giving him a little wink. ) good things happen to those who 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵.

she's bumping into the * 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 after rushing away from the paparazzi.

( she's turning redder. trying so hard not to hide her face into his shoulder. however, her smirk grows, lowering her face as she looked up at him. ) oh, don't worry, i think.. tomorrow, will be the start of an unsteady week for me as well. maybe, i'll pop in for -

( she's raising an eyebrow, and there's bit of flushed cheeks. bumping her hip against his subtly. ) would you carry me when i've had a bit too much to enjoy? is that better? ( cheeky, light hearted tone. rubbing her finger on his ring finger. )

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ───⠀⠀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . ⠀ ⠀

four? five? how many can you handle? ( hooking her two fingers with his. grinning up at him, all attention on him. ) if i'm to be obliterated, i might have to stay at yours.