Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 21:52:19 GMT -5
NEW RULES
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Ingrid was still exploring England—getting used to everything. She hadn’t been here for all that long, and she didn’t honestly know how long her father was going to let her stay. They hadn’t talked much about those sorts of details… she hadn’t wanted to. He had wanted to discuss all of it, and she had thought it would be better to table it for later. Ingrid was well aware that it worked in her advantage to wait. If he’d gotten his way, then he’d have a date in mind where she had to come home, and he would make her stick to it. People might say that it was impossible, or at least imprudent, to argue with a king, but she knew how to argue with her father. And she knew that he appreciated a good argument, with valid points. He knew when to concede, to his daughter at least, and she had won that argument. So she was here, she was in England, indefinitely. There was no limit on her time here, no specific date that she was expected to be home by. Of course, she’d go back for the holidays, for a little while. That would be expected of her, and she wanted to be with her family for Christmas Eve. There would also be parties and the like to attend, so she thought she’d probably have to be around for a week or two during the holiday season. But then she’d be right back here, and she was happy about that.
Being here wasn’t exactly what she had expected, but honestly, she hadn’t really known what to expect. Ingrid hadn’t known what it was going to be like, which was part of the reason she’d wanted to come here to begin with. Their former foreign delegate had to leave the position, and because of everything that had been happening in the United Kingdom, her father had wanted to make sure it was filled quickly, but he obviously hadn’t anticipated her recommending herself for the job. It had to be difficult for him, and she knew that. Ingrid didn’t try to push too hard, she hadn’t been insensitive about it. He worried about her. She was his only daughter, and he didn’t want anything to happen to her. But she would be fine. She was hardly in danger in Denmark, with their high approval rating… very few people were disappointed with the royal family and how the magical community of Denmark was faring. Ingrid was well aware that there would always be people against them, against their rule, and everything they did, but there were certainly fewer people thinking about killing her than there were, say, thinking about killing someone in the United Kingdom’s government.
And there certainly weren’t very many people in the United Kingdom that would have a reason to kill Denmark’s princess, even if they did know who she was. Most people didn’t—that was the point. Ever since she had run off to Morocco with Brandt, her guard had risen from three men to six, and so really, there wasn’t much of a chance of anything happening to her here. She would be fine, and she tried to prove that to her father as much as possible. It wasn’t that he was here, but she was well aware that pretty much everything she did was reported back to him. She and Brandt had very respectably gone to the ballet on Saturday. Of course, that had ended up with them sneaking off to a bar, and then back to the ballet, and then to a hotel for the night, which… well, wasn’t exactly what a princess should be doing. But she’d had fun. She wasn’t one for impulsive decisions like that but it was good. She liked Brandt, and she trusted him, and one night in a hotel room wouldn’t get back to the tabloids in Denmark… But today, she wasn’t focusing on that. She was thinking about England, and exploring a little bit. Being a foreign delegate did mean an occasional meeting, but it also meant some free time, and today that meant Toadstool End. Pulling open the door of an interesting looking shop, she stepped inside.
Being here wasn’t exactly what she had expected, but honestly, she hadn’t really known what to expect. Ingrid hadn’t known what it was going to be like, which was part of the reason she’d wanted to come here to begin with. Their former foreign delegate had to leave the position, and because of everything that had been happening in the United Kingdom, her father had wanted to make sure it was filled quickly, but he obviously hadn’t anticipated her recommending herself for the job. It had to be difficult for him, and she knew that. Ingrid didn’t try to push too hard, she hadn’t been insensitive about it. He worried about her. She was his only daughter, and he didn’t want anything to happen to her. But she would be fine. She was hardly in danger in Denmark, with their high approval rating… very few people were disappointed with the royal family and how the magical community of Denmark was faring. Ingrid was well aware that there would always be people against them, against their rule, and everything they did, but there were certainly fewer people thinking about killing her than there were, say, thinking about killing someone in the United Kingdom’s government.
And there certainly weren’t very many people in the United Kingdom that would have a reason to kill Denmark’s princess, even if they did know who she was. Most people didn’t—that was the point. Ever since she had run off to Morocco with Brandt, her guard had risen from three men to six, and so really, there wasn’t much of a chance of anything happening to her here. She would be fine, and she tried to prove that to her father as much as possible. It wasn’t that he was here, but she was well aware that pretty much everything she did was reported back to him. She and Brandt had very respectably gone to the ballet on Saturday. Of course, that had ended up with them sneaking off to a bar, and then back to the ballet, and then to a hotel for the night, which… well, wasn’t exactly what a princess should be doing. But she’d had fun. She wasn’t one for impulsive decisions like that but it was good. She liked Brandt, and she trusted him, and one night in a hotel room wouldn’t get back to the tabloids in Denmark… But today, she wasn’t focusing on that. She was thinking about England, and exploring a little bit. Being a foreign delegate did mean an occasional meeting, but it also meant some free time, and today that meant Toadstool End. Pulling open the door of an interesting looking shop, she stepped inside.