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[dcrlingest]

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            AS  THE  FESTIVITIES  swiftly  ramped  up  ,  annette  had  been  busied  senselessly  with  the  various  games  and  foists  of  entertainment  to  keep  the  royal  occupants  of  the  palace  appeased  in  anticipation  of  the  celebratory  ball  .  though  ,  it  seemed  there  was  always  time  for  gossip  or  something  of  the  likes  as  she  accompanied  a  gaggle  of  fellow  royals  in  speculation  .  all  until  she  had  been  beckoned  to  accompany  a  stranger  for  a  game  of  croquet  .  how  could  she  turn  down  a  bit  of  fun  ?  mallet  hitched  at  her  side  ,  she  turned  to  face  them  —  visage  beaming  with  delight  .  ❝  i  do  hope  you’re  a  good  sport  ,  i’m  not  particularly  keen  on  losing  .  ❞

[cftragedy]

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Augustus had never liked parties. They found them overwhelming at best, and distressing at worst. When they were young, much younger, she was apt to stay at her mother’s side, like if she could just hide behind her dress, no one’s eyes would fall to her. But they were much too old to be hiding anymore, which meant they needed to make an appearance, by themself. 

Needless to say, this meant they had found themself outside, just on the edges of the crowd, drink in hand. Which number drink? They couldn’t recall. All they did know was this party wasn’t so bad after all, not from out here at least. They knew at some point they’d likely need to make an actual appearance, if for no other reason than to confirm that they had attended. Needing to be seen was exhausting.

Taking a final sip of their drink, it seemed like as good a time as any to go pretend to be sociable. They went back inside, scanning for any staff carrying refreshments. They hardly knew what else to be doing with their hands. “This all seems a bit extravagant for a child, doesn’t it?” They asked the nearest person, their current state perhaps making them a little too honest. “I mean, the festivities are beautiful, but it’s a lot of pressure on a boy, isn’t it? Makes it seem like the day is more about us than him.” 

[thoroughfxre]

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maxim’s first line of order was to find something to drink. rare was the occurrence of seeing the prince without one in his hand, and tonight would be no exception. this summit was just beginning, and if the swiss royalty wanted to shower all these nobles and royals in fancy things and good food, then who was maxim to complain? he was here for a good time, and that was exactly what he was going to get.

it was easy to make his presence known, easily stepping into the role of the socialite prince they all knew him to be. it was hardly taxing on him anymore, the ache in his cheeks was a pain he learned to welcome. maxim had managed to find himself outside, watching the activities take place from one of the tables set out, legs stretched out before him. he surely knew how to make himself comfortable, didn’t he?

at the feeling of someone joining him, maxim straightened himself up. he had barely turned to see his companion before starting to speak. “if you’ve come to ask me to dance, i’m afraid you’ll have to wait your turn.”

[thoroughfxre]

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like most instances in his life, nikau found it hard finding a place to fully fit in. though it became easier to appear at ease over the years, these days he found it harder and harder to keep his mind on the right track. it seemed every little thing was getting to him, mostly his own thoughts, especially since the summit had begun. it didn’t help that the danish weren’t exactly known for their extravagant celebrations. the most celebration they had were for their fallen. the thought made him sick.

the clothes he wore were suffocating. nikau always hated the layering, it felt unnecessary, just to look put together. regardless, the thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. there were too many people around and nikau would not let this summit be the thing that unravels his hard work. an easy grin appears on his face, a disarming thing. it wasn’t his original intention to approach someone that seemed a bit nervous already, but if they were easier to influence, well. “hello,” he greeted, handing the other a drink with a slight bow of his head. there was no malice or aggression in his tone. “i hope you don’t mind my intrusion— standing alone seems rather contradictory to the celebration, wouldn’t you say?”

[thoroughfxre]

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seeing how different each kingdom celebrated certain things was almost refreshing. one of the few positive things abel could count for in their life was seeing it— the parades, the festivals, the balls. how easy it was to forget what you’re running from and blend into the crowds of people singing for their sovereignty.

they had made it outside, strolling along the grounds. abel had long since gotten used to the ridiculous drab of clothing the guards were supposed to wear. they cast a glance at the fleet of children running around ever so often, since no one else seemed to want to. where had their mothers gone? watching from the sidelines, surely. there were horses running around, they really should—

the feeling of cold, sticky liquid coating their chest snapped abel out of their own world, the thoughts of awry children long gone. they froze in their tracks, taking a deep breath. the celebration had just started, they couldn’t mess it up now, but there was absolutely no mistaking the daggers in their gaze, aiming directly for the perpetrator, never once daring to take them off. they stood as still as a statue, feeling the liquid spread over the fabric they wore, waiting for the other person to do something. they didn’t know what, but if abel was the one to act first, there would be blood spilled at this celebration tonight.

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basheer looked up from his book, “yes?” he asked. when he had time off he liked spending time in the library with whatever book he could find. the library was usually a quiet place anyway. “hello, may i help you?”

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azul worked hard to go with spain to spy, they were able to make their way to the guard and everything. now they just needed to sit back and keep their eyes and ears peeled. they roamed the ground quietly, turning their head slightly when they heard someone walking up. they moved to the side in case they were royalty but they didn’t speak.

[ofhugosbellamy]

it was quite early, the sleep not yet leaving antonia’s eyes. she should be used to waking up early, but her swiss bed was calling out her name, willing her to curl back into the sheets for a few more minutes. sleep must wait, however, as she had a duty to fulfill. the door to the chamber opened and antonia stood to greet the visitor. “good morning,” the seamstress said, bowing her head slightly. “do you have something that needed mending? or perhaps an order you would like to put in?” she still couldn’t believe she was standing in switzerland talking to princes and princesses as customers. it was completely maddening.  @1642hqs-starters​

[achillezheel]

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          achille  was  pleased  to  find  some  time  to  himself  .  the  day  had  been  already  been  spent  with  far  too  many  meetings   &   greetings  for  his  taste   —   he  found  it  to  be  rather  exhausting  ,   acting  many  different  parts  to  make  himself  more  suitable  for  different  people’s  tastes  .  he  is  unmasked  now  ,   shoulders  not  sitting  quite  as  high   &   mighty  as  they  should  be  .  

he  is  keen  on  withdrawing  to  the  french  quarters  ,  but  finds  himself  a  few  paces  behind  another  during  his  trek  back  to  his  chamber  .  there  is  not  a  moment  for  thought  as  he  witnesses  something  fall  from  their  grasp  unnoticed  ,   crouching  down  to  retrieve  the  item  before  quickening  his  stride  ,    “   —   pardon  me  !  ”    his  voice  echoes  down  the  hallway  ,   “  it  seems  you  have  dropped  this   ;   i  would  not  want  you  to  think  it  has  been  misplaced  .  ”

[cftragedy]

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“You’re staring.” Damiana spoke up, raising an eyebrow at the other. “I am not sure what has gripped your attention so fully, but the expression is hardly becoming.” She hadn’t been entirely sure if she should say anything at all, but. She was hardly known for holding her tongue.

[thoroughfxre]

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there was no use in staying in his room all day, not when there were people to greet– he could hear his parent’s voice in his head, urging him to make face with the important people. the dread he felt when he first had to do these things was minor now, seeing as maxim could so easily conjure up his sweet smile and personable conversation.

maxim saw the crowd of royals and his anxiety bubbled up again, his first thought being to talk to… well. no. he couldn’t talk to augustus, could he? maxim sighed, licking his lips and smoothing down his clothes. it was easy, he’d done this before. many, many times.

he leisurely walked toward the first person he saw, offering one of two glasses of… whatever the servant had offered him, those sea blue eyes already twinkling. “i do hope you aren’t waiting for anyone else to join you,” he spoke easily, voice unwavering as he rose the drinks as if to gesture to them. “i only brought two glasses.”

[thoroughfxre]

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travelling with the portugese royal family proved to be trying for abel, especially with all of the drama surrounding them. for a while they thought the queen mother of italy put them in portugal as punishment, because why else would anyone want to be around the hypocrisy they bring? abel wasn’t one for gossip, but as soon as they saw the queen mother, she would be hearing all about this. 

they wanted to keep away from all of the loudness and curtsying and squealing of the royals, but they couldn’t just abandon them. they were a guard after all (rolls eyes). abel hoped they could stay in the corner, observing carefully, taking note of the different expressions each of them had, what expensive jewelry they wore. they studied them all like bugs under a microscope, really. of course, they had never been so lucky as to have a single moments peace.

“oh,” they didn’t bother hiding disappointment as someone approached them, barely glancing at them before turning back to look at all of the bugs under their microscope. the thought made them smirk to themself, though their tone was extremely deadpan. “surely there are more interesting parties to concern yourself with. perhaps you can go find one.”

[thoroughfxre]

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amidst her brooding, saira had to remember where she was. the look on her face certainly wasn’t proper, not that she cared much for that, but she didn’t want to make her family look bad. they all most definitely pitied the ghazi’s, and she hated them for it– you could see how broken this family was from miles away. two dead, one that still had a bad cough, and one that was emotionally inept. she couldn’t help the feeling that if she weren’t around to keep an eye on them all, they’d fall apart completely.

she hadn’t realized when someone had joined her, but either way the welcoming smile she managed was certainly not convincing. too wrapped up in her own thoughts like always, but the poise in her body language was clear. no matter how far away she was, no one would see her break. instead of starting the conversation, like she always did, she waited for them to speak, eyebrows raised with expectancy at them.

[prophcsy]

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                 Switzerland was a new experience for tatia, the first time she had left her ancestral home things had gone south and she had ended up in italy married to their monarch against all other plans. she expected the roads to be difficult and for something to go wrong, but it had not, and she was relieve and dedicated to simply enjoy the new surroundings. one hand on her swollen belly she walked the halls up and down, admiring the architecture and the decoration. soon she was unsure of where she was. coming down a flight of steps she smiled at the other. “it seems quite easy to get lost here, or it just me?” 

[cftragedy]

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“As glad I am for the change in scenery,” Augustus said, glancing around, “I must admit, a meeting of this scale leaves me feeling…uneasy.” He’d never done especially well on his own in groups, mainly due to having very rarely ever been on his own back home. He wasn’t opposed to it, but the feeling of restlessness was not unfamiliar to him.

[wrthfulrainbows]

“oh, i do apologize, i must be in the wrong chambers, just got a little turned around somewhere. my head’s really not doing the best today, sorry again, i’ll be on my way.”

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bean was enjoying his job for the most part, he was able to send a letter home with a small sum every month. he was able to work with animals all day. most of the royalty seem rather nice. the ginger was enjoying his life.

he pulled a horse out of the stable when he accidentally walked into someone. “oi,” he let out, moving to help them, not caring who they were at the moment. “i’m sorry, i didn’t see you,” is what he said but there was no telling anyone could understand what he said with his thick scottish accent. he dusted them off before looking at them, “ya okay?”