married to the game, NIKLAUS

[Viktoriya Romanov]

Many people probably wonder what royalty does on there spare time. But, take it from royalty itself, Viktoriya Romanov thought it was nothing special. But then again, if you made her trade places with some, a servant per say, she'd be begging back for royalty once more. Viktoriya Romanov was the definition of what non-royals thought royals were; bratty, bitchy, spoiled, sarcastic and selfish. But, in public eyes, Viktoriya was Russia's sweet little angel, the one who never messed up. Now at nineteen years of age, even though everyone thought she would out grow it,Viktoriya was still a bratty person. But maybe, just maybe, it wasn't for the reasons everyone thought she was bratty. Maybe, she just missed her mom and didn't like the fact her father was remarrying so soon. But no, that couldn't be the reason because Viktoriya was a happy person in front of guests, no snarkiness allowed; no complaining or sarcastic remarks.

The nineteen year old Russian princess groaned loudly. She was currently seated on her bed, a book in her hands. Her eye's following the words but her brain not complying. She wasn't in the mood for reading, even though she was supposed to read for an hour and a half a day. "I can do it later..."Viktoriya wondered out loud and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She probably wasn't going to do it, but she needed an excuse to get out. She had guests over at the house for Christs sake and her father had confined her to her room to read! "The guts of that man!" She huffed and slide her feet into a pair of heels before stalking out of the room. Alesandr Romanov wanted her to be nice, and how exactly, was she going to be nice from her bedroom? Where no guests were allowed. Especially the male guests. The brunette smirked, "I will deal with that man later, for now, I would like to have some fun before the sun sets"

There were a variety of things to do at the Peterhof Palace, but Viktoriya was a picky young lady, so a lot of the 'things' to do, did not interest her. She could have gone and practiced her martial arts, but she had not gotten much sleep the night before so that was out of the question. So, Viktoriya decided to go for a walk around the palace, which was nothing new. Viktoriya was born and raised in the palace, so she knew everyone of it's details. She could find her way throughout the darkest of times of the night, and she has when sneaking around...many times. Sometime during her wondering thoughts, Viktoriya had realized that her feet had carried her to the grand ballroom, one of the most beautiful areas of the palace. She didn't know what she was going to do, so she just stood at the entrance for a few minutes, admiring the place. She truly was thankful for the place she lived, even if she didn't say it a lot.

Suddenly, an idea hit her. Glancing around the entrance, she noted nobody else was there and even though a band was absent and there was no music, she walked to the center of the room and imagined herself at a ball. Not the wedding that was going to be happening, but at a ball. She was wearing a beautiful gown and she looked stunning, without realizing it, Viktoriya started to dance slowly around the dance floor, gracefully and softly. She probably looked mental to someone who would walk in casually, but she imagined dancing with a foreign prince, preferably someone to fall in love with and spend some time with her. Viktoriya continued dancing; lost in her own world, with no idea what was happening in the real world

^{STARRING : VIKTORIYA & NIK
WORDS : 635
STATUS : doneee
NOTES : woo first post as viktoriya [: i'm sorry its not the best D:
LYRICS USED : USE SOMEBODY - KINGS OF LEON
WATCHA WEARING : click
BANNER CREDIT : TANA}

[Niklaus Constantinides]

Despite having thick curtains shrouding the windows that surrounded most of the bedroom, the sunlight still managed to creep through a small space, shining its bright light towards the bed and onto the Greek prince’s face. It took a moment for him to stir in his sleep, rolling onto his side towards the window with a soft groan. A hand was brought up quickly to shield his eyes as the light took him by surprise, waking him up completely. In annoyance he let out a deep sigh and moved so that he was laying on his back once more, his lids slipping open. The back of his hand was pressed gently against his forehead while his icy blue eyes scanned the intricate designs along the ceiling. The room was decorated much too feminine for his tastes but he didn’t mind. All that matter was that there was a comfortable bed and that there was enough room for two. Or more if he was lucky. Unfortunately though this morning, he was waking up alone.

Narrowing his eyes, he took a glance at the vacant bed space beside him and frown softly to himself. Though he typically fled the rooms of others just before sunrise, there were times where the women he’d seduced were brought to his room and were fortunate enough to stay the entire night with him, however, that was a rare occasion. There were only two or three princesses that he could account for that were lucky enough to wake up to the prince’s face but it wasn’t long before Niklaus awoke and sent them on their way. There was one particular princess though he, for now, could only dream of waking up to. Jeanne; the stubborn French princess who denied NIk’s advances and refused to give into his charms just like the rest of the women that filled the palace. She was playing hard to get and it was what attracted Niklaus to her.

“Ugh…” Another groan slipped past his pouty lips as he kicked the covers from himself, letting them slip off the bed and onto the floor. Propping his hands against the soft mattress at either of his sides, he pushed himself up before forcing himself out of bed completely. For a moment, he wondered what the time was and made an attempt to guess for himself by judging where the light hit the walls. Unable to determine anything just by that simple display, he decided to disregard the time and get dressed. He put on a pair of dark trousers which were tucked into his boots and a simple white blouse. Finding it too hot for a coat, he left that behind and left the shirt he wore opened, exposing his chest. Though his attire would have been deemed indecent to most, he retired from his room anyways just as he was.

As always, the prince had no particular goals for the day. Although his parents wished for him to spend his hours searching for a possible match to marry, he did the opposite. Instead he challenged himself to see just how many princess, duchesses, and even servants bedrooms he could ‘pay a visit’ to. However, nowadays, especially after spending some time with Jeanne, he was in no mood for his usual games. Now that that were the case, he wandered the halls aimlessly, debating on how to pass his time. The thought of searching for Jeanne crossed his mind but he thought it best to leave her be until of course she came searching for him which was what he hoped she would do.

There was the option of playing chess or lawn tennis with one of his younger brothers but he’d grown bored of such games, finding no excitement or entertainment in them. He always won anyways. Neither his brothers nor any of the younger or even older princes had a chance against him. Well, most of the time. Most of the older opponents were much more difficult to beat.

The seemingly endless corridors were filled with heavy footsteps which were that of his own and soft murmurs seeping from each room the Greek prince passed. He nodded and smiled to the few he passed, not stopping to strike up any conversations or small talk. Though he was bored, he did not wish to converse with those he walked by. With his hand resting on his chin and the other cupped over his elbow, he began peering into each room he passed, curious as to what others were doing. There was nothing that caught his eye until he came to the ballroom. The Russian princess he quickly recognized seemed to be in a daze, gliding about the dance floor in silence. Amused by this he stopped at the door, letting his hands fall to his sides. A smirk crossed his lips before a soft snicker left his lips.

As quietly as he could he crept up towards the princess, gliding about as she was. Slowly, as he made his way behind her, he gently placed his hands on either of her sides and leant forward to bury his face against her soft hair. “Bored too are we?

[/color]” He danced along with her, stepping when she took a step. “I can change that if you wish.[/color]” he hinted in a soft whisper, his smirk twisting into a smug grin. There was no doubt she’d understand what he meant and he hoped that the princess would take it as a joke rather than taking it to heart. Regardless, he knew he deserved a swift slap to the face for speaking to a woman in such a manner. Niklaus didn’t care though. It was all in good fun to him.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

VIKTORIYA | COMPLETE

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