Mateo Nolan
Prince of Marina
Honestly? Mateo wanted to just place that comfortable satin-cased pillow on his face again. God, it was so comfortable.
He watched as his wife, wow that had a weird ring to it, pranced away from him and into the bathroom so she could get ready. He couldn't help but adore the way she flustered at his touch, the way her cheeks turned red with every kiss he planted on her skin. Her soft skin. How her eyes shone when he thanked her. Mateo could not help but wonder where she came from, and what was her background. How did it feel to finally start living the life of a princess?
As she disappeared behind the oak doors of the bathroom, Mat slowly rubbed the sleep out of his face, already feeling the sharpness in his head subside just a little bit. With a swift movement, he got himself up and let his pants drop to his ankles, kicking it off to the side. "What to fucking wear," he muttered before he went to analyse the packed suits he had hung near the mirror. He hated the suits but he knew his butler was under strict orders from his father to keep him looking prim and proper. What an ass. Controlling his life even though he was not here. With a sour taste in his mouth, she unzipped the cover of the suit took out the black pants, and slipped it on.
He looked at himself in the mirror, leaning in to check his gorgeous face was still picture-perfect as ever, a smirk dancing on his lips. Running a hand or two through his golden blonde hair so he could slick it back, scanning every corner. He was brought back by a soft knock from the... bathroom? With a twirl of the head, he noticed it was Evelina coming from the bathroom. Mateo could not help but chuckle, "This is your room too, you know princess."
Taking the white button-up shirt, he swayed it around him, shrugging it on his torso as he listened to her next question, "For sure, I am quite starving now."
His fingers danced around the buttons upward leaving half of it open which was more his signature style after all. He lowered his pants a bit, tucking the rest of his shirt inside to appear somewhat neat. Zipping and buttoning, he secured the leather belt around his waist. As she mentioned the aspirin he nodded, "I doubt I will need it but it would be safe to have some handy in case my head decides to be a little son of a gun, hmm?"
He commented with a small laugh, he slipped on his shoes and went to do the most tedious part of the fit, the damn cufflinks area. He tried to button the buttons around his wrist only managing to do one side. He gave out a loud groan before deciding to leave it as is, "You know what... screw it."
Turning on his heels, he opened his arms and extended them warmly to Evelina, "My my, you are stunning, darling." He gently took her hand and slowly twirled her around as if showing a room filled with people. "Time to grace the dining with our presence then, before the others empty the tables," Mateo motioned towards the door leading to the outside corridor and opened the door, lifting his arm so she could loop hers through so they could motion out.
If only mother dearest could see him now.
He watched as his wife, wow that had a weird ring to it, pranced away from him and into the bathroom so she could get ready. He couldn't help but adore the way she flustered at his touch, the way her cheeks turned red with every kiss he planted on her skin. Her soft skin. How her eyes shone when he thanked her. Mateo could not help but wonder where she came from, and what was her background. How did it feel to finally start living the life of a princess?
As she disappeared behind the oak doors of the bathroom, Mat slowly rubbed the sleep out of his face, already feeling the sharpness in his head subside just a little bit. With a swift movement, he got himself up and let his pants drop to his ankles, kicking it off to the side. "What to fucking wear," he muttered before he went to analyse the packed suits he had hung near the mirror. He hated the suits but he knew his butler was under strict orders from his father to keep him looking prim and proper. What an ass. Controlling his life even though he was not here. With a sour taste in his mouth, she unzipped the cover of the suit took out the black pants, and slipped it on.
He looked at himself in the mirror, leaning in to check his gorgeous face was still picture-perfect as ever, a smirk dancing on his lips. Running a hand or two through his golden blonde hair so he could slick it back, scanning every corner. He was brought back by a soft knock from the... bathroom? With a twirl of the head, he noticed it was Evelina coming from the bathroom. Mateo could not help but chuckle, "This is your room too, you know princess."
Taking the white button-up shirt, he swayed it around him, shrugging it on his torso as he listened to her next question, "For sure, I am quite starving now."
His fingers danced around the buttons upward leaving half of it open which was more his signature style after all. He lowered his pants a bit, tucking the rest of his shirt inside to appear somewhat neat. Zipping and buttoning, he secured the leather belt around his waist. As she mentioned the aspirin he nodded, "I doubt I will need it but it would be safe to have some handy in case my head decides to be a little son of a gun, hmm?"
He commented with a small laugh, he slipped on his shoes and went to do the most tedious part of the fit, the damn cufflinks area. He tried to button the buttons around his wrist only managing to do one side. He gave out a loud groan before deciding to leave it as is, "You know what... screw it."
Turning on his heels, he opened his arms and extended them warmly to Evelina, "My my, you are stunning, darling." He gently took her hand and slowly twirled her around as if showing a room filled with people. "Time to grace the dining with our presence then, before the others empty the tables," Mateo motioned towards the door leading to the outside corridor and opened the door, lifting his arm so she could loop hers through so they could motion out.
If only mother dearest could see him now.
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