𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐬

xɪx || ᴀʀʀᴇꜱᴛ

It was a time for celebration. With drinks in hand, Jasmine laid against Astrid as the Princess drank happily. Simon was cracking jokes which were making Wilhelm howl with laughter. Felice and Madison had taken themselves off to bed a couple hours ago; twelve in the morning was late enough for them.

The moon granted them little light, but it didn't matter to the drunken teens. They're worries had diminished the second the police dragged August out by his hair from the gym, putting him away for years.

Laughter filled the night sky. It was finally safe again.

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"What fucking time is it?" Jasmine asked, as she stumbled over Astrid and collapsed onto the floor. "Oh, shit. My head is pounding," She complained, as she winced against the bright Monday morning sun. She made no movement to get up off the floor.

"Shut. Up." Astrid grunted, as she rolled over to her other side. She refused to open her eyes. "I'm not fucking making classes today". Her head was also throbbing, and had no intention of getting out of bed for at least another seven ish hours. Classes were not it for today.

But, it appeared as always, her plans were to be ruined.

Astrid had overestimated how close to the edge of the bed she had rolled to. When the pounding on the door began, she flinched violently, accidentally collapsing onto the floor, alongside Jasmine.

"The fuck?" Jasmine exclaimed, as she dragged herself to her feet. Astrid slowly pulled herself into a standing position as well. Jasmine wandered over the door, still dressed in her pajamas and bleary eyed, she opened the door yawning. Yelping as the men barged into the door, Jasmine moved so her back was directly against the wall, her eyes wide with fear.

"Astrid Henstridge?" One of the men asked, eyeing Astrid knowing. Astrid nodded, her eyes darting to Jasmine with worry. "You are hereby under arrest for the assassination of Crown Prince Erik of Sweden".  

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let the drama commence.