royals // m.h. [au]

Chapter 1: Robbers

Beauty queen on a silver screen, 

Living life like I'm in a dream, 

I know I've got a big ego, 

I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though. 

And I'm sad to the core, core, core, 

Every day is a chore, chore, chore, 

When you give, I want more, more, more, 

I wanna be adored. 

"Had a rather nice day of shopping?" Sam said to Gwendolyn as she enters their downtown London flat, on a quiet Saturday evening. What a life she's had; at age 3, she began taking etiquette classes, only offered by the best; at age 5, her parents chose to home school her; and at 18, she began attending uni. Gwen had just finished, too, and there's no need to look for a job when your family's rich, she'd figured. Not to mention Samuel's wealth. He was born with blue blood, a silver spoon in his mouth, and had become Gwendolyn's perfect match. Surely, it wasn't just because of his monetary gains, his handsome face, or his properties. Gwen already had all of that, and she saw no point in 'gold-digging'. Since those factors cancelled out, Gwen could focus on being in love for a change, and his personality. No, her parents hadn't set her up, despite constant persistence; they had met on their own. It was a chilly December night two years ago, and Gwen had just stumbled into a pub, by chance, it seems. Sam noticed her from the start, and when he realised he was utterly too startled by her angelic appearance to speak, he'd ordered her a drink instead. That would lead to a very immersing chat between the young heiress and the heir, and soon enough, successful dates followed. Gwen knew that her mother and father would approve, and same for Samuel. Born rich, marry rich was the slogan in each of their families. Once they decided to move in together, they settled on a large flat. They'd figured that a large house wouldn't be needed until their family was started, and oh, they already knew that was to happen. One does not simply meet someone with as much wealth, ethics, and family history as they do and not marry them; one could not, one must not, in order to survive in the power circle. Though they might've found love, this was the perfect opportunity for the two families to combine and start an empire. Sam and Gwen might've been too focused on each other to realise that. Though Gwen's life had been picture perfect, and she had been her parents' only child, she wanted to be rebellious starting all the way back when she was 17. She had a fascination with the teens who would go against their religious and/or privileged upbringing and sneak out at 3am to party, get drunk, high, have sex, anything that would anger their families. She was awed by the girls who were still virgins but never acted as such. The girls who ran away with their boyfriends to go to faraway lands because society didn't 'own them'. The girls who rebelled, who dyed their hair and ripped their jeans and listened to music that their parents would scoff at. Gwendolyn was crazy over the boys even more. The boys who slick their hair down and dye it black and get tattoos and smoke cigarettes. The boys who would kill to get their fix. The boys with broken and lost souls, who weren't afraid to admit that they weren't okay, who would cherish their girlfriends above all else because they had nothing else to love. Never would she ever become that, she figured, yet, it was only aesthetically pleasing to her. She'd quite enjoyed her primadonna life, and those rebellious thoughts were nothing that an episode of 'Skins' couldn't fix. Still, the lifestyle entertained her, and just the thought of running away fuelled her with something that even she couldn't explain. It filled and swelled her up to the top, almost taking up her brain capacity and increasing her dopamine levels by 100%. It made her...happy. Almost gave her a reason to smile. It was more of a, "How could they do that? They must be amazing," type deal, rather than, "God. She ran away. I'm so jealous of her," or, "She ran away? How pathetic." The thoughts of being a teenage rebel ebbed throughout her life, all the way up until now, though, weird enough - it never went away. Besides, every time they arose, Gwen would simply distract her brain with a bit of shopping, which, coincidentally, she had just come back from.