NIKO VOLKOV is a reckless romantic, who struggles to meet an expectation that exceeds his own standards.
Young VOLKOV has recently had the privilege of owning many chains across North America, after having chosen to follow down his father's path...
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CAMILLA _______
Rainy days in Eldorra are the best days, to kick back, comfy socks and have Pride and Prejudice with a good steamed latte. One entitled opinion. But no, every princess has duties, mine you say? Horse shit shovelling. I don't mind it, I mean I'm mostly inside sweeping; and no you will never hear another princess say that.
The metal of my shovel scrapes the concrete of the stable grounds, my raincoat hood far too big for my own comfort, slops over my head as I shove poo into the barrow next to me. Do we have people to do this? Yes. But when you have responsibilities don't just expect people to have yourself covered.
The stable echoes the pitter of the rain on its roof, dampening and discolouring the kingdom. I rub my forehead with my arm, shovelling the last of Ricas dump, before he shits more as his tail swings and his main shakes, my face drops along with my shoulders as I lean on the shovel, "anymore clogged up there?", in his response is a neigh "don't make me cut you back on carrots" I point at his back as I shovel up the new waste on the floor. I move onto brushing his main, the bristles catch in the knots of his hazelnut mess, I intertwine my fingers in his main as I begin to twist two now three plats in his hair, My focus is interrupted, "Ah now what a wild guess it was, that I'd find you here your highness" Delalieu shuts the stable door shaking off his umbrella.
Delalieu has been a help to my mother since I was little and has watched me grow up, he's in his 70s, with partially grey hair partially bald. He is so dedicated to his job he convinces everyone he was an assistant to every huge monarch in history. Of course we let him believe that. I consider him as a grandfather, since there isn't a time when I don't remember him not being in my life,
I chuckle as I flick Rica's hair to the side of his neck, "a wild one" my eyebrows raise. "How's the stunning stallion" he says as he pats his gloved hands on Rica, "Full of shit" I say pausing "literally" I drop the brush into the bucket, "was my presence missed?" I say leaning on Ricas back with my arms folded under my chin. "All the time your majesty" he smiles "but I am here to give you this" he takes out a partially damp letter, the letter is sealed in a crisp white envelope with a tone of international stamps, and my name signed Camilla in cursive with a heart. "Sofia" I smile as I open the letter
Camilla, It's so great that your royal, since it means that my messages can come to you in the most high class way possible, silver platters and all. But I can hear you saying 'Sofia we have phones, Sofia we have messages' do you ever remember queen Victoria snapping her best friend in the 19th century, No! As for me, I am currently vacating away in the Mediterranean islands while grabbing marketing content for a bottle of spritz, interesting right, your royal days can go suck that! Anyways I'm missing you very much, another week and I'll be flying back to you. Send my love to the entire rest of the royal bloodline. See you soon, Much love, Sofia
