𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬

ᴠɪɪɪ || ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍɪᴅꜱᴛ

Astrid was sitting peacefully by the window, her book laying open on her lap as she waited for the clock to strike ten am on that Sunday morning. She figured she would be kind and let the boys have a few more minutes of peace and freedom before she brought reality crashing back down on them.

Her peaceful morning was rudely ruined by none other than August.

"Piss off," Astrid said immediately, not even allowing August the kindness of eye contact. She kept her head in her book, but could hear August's noise of protest.

"Well, I was just trying to be kind, wish you well on your marriage and all that, but apparently someone is still in a bad mood," August said in a snarky tone, "My mistake, your Highness".

He bowed mockingly, as Astrid swung her legs off the seat by the window. "What the hell are you talking about?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed, her face questioning.

August almost looked triumphant. "I just heard about the wedding. If we're being honest, I always knew you and our Wille would get hitched one day. Just wanted to wish you all the best in your union".

Astrid slammed her book close, standing so she was almost level with August now. "You speak a word to me again, dear cousin," Her voice was laced with a faux sweetness; August had known her long enough to hear her lying tone, "I'll cut your dick off".

"I'm not your cousin," August protested, as Astrid barged past time.

"Not a word, asshole!" She shouted as she made a beeline for Felice's room. That little bitch.

As Astrid forced her way into Felice and Madison's shared room, she heard water running from the bedroom. Ducking her head around the corner, Astrid laid eyes on Felice, sitting comfortably on her bed. It was Madison in the shower. Perfect.

"You fucking bitch!" Astrid exclaimed, scaring the shit out of Felice as she appeared from behind the wall, "For all the shit you talk about August you sure are close to the bastard. Why the fuck would you tell him?"

"What are you talking about?" Felice asked, standing from her bed in a confused state, "Ash, I haven't spoken to August, why would I? After what he did to Wilhelm, are you serious? What do you think I did?"

"What's going on?" Steam billowed from the bathroom, Madison standing in the midst of it wrapped in a towel. Water droplets still dripped from her hair. "Why are we shouting?"

"Felice over here decided to tell August about the wedding," Astrid snapped, "The little bitch couldn't keep her mouth shut".

"I didn't do it!" Felice argued. Astrid went to go back at her, but Madison grabbed her arm, yanking her away from Felice.

"She's telling the truth, she didn't say anything," Madison defended, "I don't know how August knows about the wedding, but it wasn't us. Maybe the Queen announced something online?"

Astrid shook her head, "I've been keeping up with it all, the Queen hasn't said a word on it".

Felice sunk to the ground, her hand covering her shocked expression. "Oh, god". Astrid turned her attention to Felice as Madison raced to her friend's side.

"What? What is it, Felice?" Madison asked, as Astrid raised an eyebrow curiously.

"It was Sara," Felice said, her voice shaking. Madison drew away from her, as Astrid pursed her lips. "It has to be her. August didn't say anything about Wille, or Simon, did he?" She asked; Astrid shook her head, her arms crossed over her chest. "Sara wasn't here when we were speaking about them, but was when we were talking about the wedding, and the plan," She had focused her attention entirely on Madison, who had a disbelieving look on her face.

"But we didn't explicitly say it was Ash and Wille's wedding, did we?" She asked, but Astrid just shook her head.

"She didn't have to. She might be a little different but it doesn't mean she can't connect the dots. That bitch!" Astrid exclaimed angrily, "I fucking knew we shouldn't had trusted her".

"What do we do now?" Felice asked, looking tearful and betrayed, "We have to confront her right?"

"I say we beat her ass right now".

"We're not doing that!" Madison interjected, standing with her arms out, separating Astrid and Felice, who was still situated on the floor, "we're not going to do anything until we know all the facts. We have a plan-"

"The sex tape plan," Astrid interrupted.

"Yes, the sex tape plan," Madison agreed.

"A horrible plan," Felice admitted, Astrid voicing her agreement. "Wait, it was your plan!" Felice exclaimed. Astrid just shrugged.

"I never said it was a good plan, I just said it was a plan. I never actually thought we were going to go through with it".

"Can we please get back to the task at hand?" Madison asked, becoming frustrated with her friends. Of course, at that moment, a knock sounded at the door. "What?" Madison demanded, as the door swung open. An unfamiliar girl stood at the threshold.

"Might I interrupt?" She asked, leaning against the doorway.

Astrid, who was facing away from the door, didn't even have to turn around to know who stood there. She could recognize that voice anywhere. But it wasn't possible, she was back in America...

Biting the bullet and just turning around, Astrid clenched her teeth.

"What. The." She asked, drawing out her words as she took each step, '...Fuck are you doing here?!"

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Had to get a covid test today and god why do they have to be so damn comfortable?

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