Thread: A Series of Royal Fuck-Ups {darkest_fate&Prince of Smut}

The headline blinked black at her from the other side of her cell phone. The pretty blonde elf chewed her lip, scrolling through the high tech feed, checking updates and the information from her various contacts and handlers. Saiorse Highdaughter , princess of the elves had been managing her own image since she was thirteen, as per the laws of her people. The stunningly beautiful elf voted the sexiest elf on Earth upon her eighteenth birthday, and some went further, arguing that she was the sexiest creature on the planet knew how to handle her own social media. She had handlers for Facebook and Twitter, and she'd learned to upload to her own Instagram fairly regularly. Royal dinners had become a minor success, and she tried to help use her own presence to further healthy eating causes. Anything that would help raise the prestige of her people a little further would be of benefit. The elves had come out a little late into the world. Orcs, dwarfs, the rest had all made the move first. Surprise, humanity, magic was real. They'd come flooding out in the late teens, and now they were every bit as much a presence as the rest of humanity. New conflicts and borders had sprung up overnight, with some races, Saiorse's foremost among them, carving territories out of areas that had belonged to humanity. Fortunately they also brought magics and secrets that came from being functionally immortal. Small problem with that elf birth rates had been declining for years. Saiorse had almost been something of a surprise, and she'd been around for a while now. Good thing too because the elves needed a media conscious leader, and their new princess had slid into that role with grace and style. She'd gone to American schools, first a public institution albeit a high class one in a large city, then one of the Ivy League schools at which she now attended, working on degrees in sociology with focus on interspecies relationship. Which is why she was now staring at her feed and feeling more and more frustration mounting. It didn't help that she'd thought this a good idea. Set up relations with the orcs. They were almost as numerous as the humans, and quickly rising fast to become the second largest race on Earth, far, far outstripping Saiorse's people. On top of that, their leader had a darling son around Saiorse's supposed maturity level who also happened to be attending the school. Saiorse's parents and his had made a simple arrangement they would have a very public relationship which would garner more good will between their peoples and the rest of the world. Some public dates, a few displays of affection. Small problem why can't he keep his dick in his pants? Saiorse asked the air. She quickly bought a coffee and hurried, tossing her designer scarf over her shoulder. He'd still be in bed orc did not get up before noon as far as Saiorse could tell how he was passing his classes was beyond her she knew he was fucking at least one professor. She could hear her designer, elfish coat and designer, forest green elfish jeans, tucked into designer elvish leather boots, all swishing as she started firing texts. Couldn't you have at least had a little more discretion? No, she couldn't just yet. Royal Fuck up was already the headline. Thankfully, the shop she'd been at wasn't far from where he actually stayed... if you could call it that. She paused, nose crinkling at the sight. The petite blonde elf several years of classical dance training, three in elfish ranger school, and regular pilates and yoga kept everything tight and trim stepped lightly, using elfish light step as she entered the building. She stormed in, all but slammed on his door, and began reading, loudly Is there trouble in the royal relationship? Everyone knows about Princess Saiorse Highdaughter's very public relationship with the son of the orcish leader, but it seems as if he's keeping not a girl on the side, but several, she turned to all but yell the word at the closed door several girls on the side. Reports show no less than three girls... honestly, what do you even do with three? No less than three leaving his domicile in the late morning, as this photog-- the door opened, and Saiorse turned her phone, holding it up, photograph clearly shows. She arched her brows, blue eyes looking almost aghast. Honestly, how hard is it to keep it in your pants? the fey elf demanded, looking about ready to start getting quite physical with him...