HEARTBURN, young royals [R.W]

iii. INITIATION

chapter three
"initiation"

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WARNING/S ~ underaged drinking and profanity

The brunette climbed the stairs up to Felice's room. Felice had texted her, informing her that she had an urgent message for the princess. Astrid knocked on the door before deciding to open it. She was surprised to find that the bedroom was empty. "Felice?" Astrid called out. She was about to walk out when she was pulled to the side and was met with a group of masked individuals. She tried to scream but her mouth was covered and was soon blindfolded.

"Welcome to your fucking initiation!" One of the females spoke up. All she heard was the clapping and cheers of the girls as they led her down the stairs and out one of the side doors.

Once the blindfold was removed she realized that they were in a tunnel right outside the school. She was handed a bottle of vodka. "Most people aren't able to drink the whole thing but I don't think you'll have a problem with that. Right?" The blonde-haired girl challenged. The princess glanced at the remaining girls who were cheering her on. She shrugged her shoulders. Tilting her head back and downed about half the bottle before coughing uncontrollably. This was by far the worst thing she has ever participated in. One thing to note about Astrid is that she is no quitter. Even though it felt like her chest was on fire, she continued to chug the rest of the alcohol.

"Welcome to Manor House!" Felice shook the princess's shoulders excitedly.

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"Are you having fun, your highness." Maria laughed as she wrapped her arms around the brunette, both of them were very clearly drunk and very clearly out of it. Astrid tilted her head back and downed the remaining substance from the cup. Finishing her fourth or fifth cup. She had lost count at this point. She danced around Felice, quite the sweaty mess. Her dark hair flying all over the place. Her body swayed with the music and she caught an interesting sight out of the corner of her eye. Whilem was being held up by a group of boys as he drank a bottle of some type of alcohol. He wore an identical glow stick ring around his neck like Astrid did. Her eyes flicked to a familiar face. Henry, the boy who lost his temper at Simon. He was already staring at her when the brunette met his eyes. He continued nodding slightly, listening or pretending to listen to whatever August was smiling about.