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ALICIA VIKANDER, 22, EVELINA RURIK. ❝ ⤚⟶ EUROPE, 1458. thanks is given by the YOUNGEST GRAND DUCHESS, EVELINA RURIK, from RUSSIA. they are at best ADVENTUROUS, and at their worst HIGHLY SENSITIVE. whilst abroad, their ambition is to SECURE A STRONG ALLIANCE FOR HER COUNTRY. SHE seems to remind everyone of ALICIA VIKANDER & The sound of footsteps on marble floors, warm tears falling into fresh cold white snow and the feeling of luxurious lace on bare skin. ❞ penned by Wendy; EST, SHE/HER, 21

#tw: mention of virginity #evelina rurik #indie rp #character intro

sulphuricwraith

believe it or not, I was king once...

theromanovsisters

Royal Aestethics 1/?

Otma's aesthetics

Aesthetics//Olga Nikolaevna

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Aesthetics//Tatiana Nikolaevna

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Aesthetics//Maria Nikolaevna

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Aesthetics//Anastasia Nikolaevna

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lesyoussoupoff

Princess Zenaida Youssoupoff in costume

hcrryofwales

she’s still twenty - three inside her fantasy, and you’re sitting in front of me.

ELEANOR PLANTAGENET / RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME.

jaces-mangoes

waltzing with the enemy: a dark royalty core playlist

thank u, next - vitamin string quartet; skyfall - adele; you should see me in a crown - billie eilish; young and beautiful - lana del rey; girls like you - vitamin string quartet; daddy issues - the neighbourhood; movement - hozier; in my blood - vitamin string quartet; skinny love - birdy; i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys; me and my husband - mitski; rhiannon - fleetwood mac; bad guy - vitamin string quartet; ship to wreck - florence + the machine; once upon a december - liz callaway; swan lake - pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky; tango in the night - fleetwood mac; everybody wants to rule the world - lorde; strange - kris bowers; achilles come down - gang of youths; no light, no light - florence + the machine; mia & sebastian’s theme - justin hurwitz; so it goes… - taylor swift; edge of seventeen - stevie nicks; moderation - florence + the machine; wildest dreams - duomo

elrielbabe

Please do not tell Mother.

mysecrethobbithole-blog

// Castles in snow //

Winter is here. ❄️

pagebypagepoetry

“Let me tell you that those who speak ill of women do more harm to themselves than they do to the women they actually slander.” - Christine de Pizan, The Book of the City of Ladies (1405)

thoselovelythings

philosophybits

“All sins are attempts to fill voids.”

— Simone Weil, Gravity and Grace

Closed starter @mairinarurik

Location: Cordeliers Convent, France 1459

Evelina was playing the piano (better known as the clavichord) in one of the many rooms in the convent. Her fingers were nimble and swift as she tickled the ivory keys, playing a vocal-less version of Ave Maria.

She hadn't seen Irina much. Her sister had been busy ever since they arrived in France. Evelina definitely wasn't expecting her to show up so suddenly.

The youngest Grand Duchess tilted her head up, her eyes closed in concentration as she played before she opened them at the climax of the piece and saw her sister standing in the doorway.

Her fingers faltered as her eyes widened and she stood up from her seat.

"Sister! I was not expecting to see you today. Please do make yourself comfortable. I am so happy to see you. How has France been treating you thus far?" Evelina asked as she approached her sister and hugged her, a bright smile on her face.

#{ interactions: evelina x irina

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Closed starter @sehzademurad

Location: Lisbon, France 1459

Evelina was walking on close proximity to a garden in Lisbon that quite a few monarchs frequented. It was beautiful. The flowers were fragrant and plentiful.

The gardens in Lisbon were nothing like the gardens back home in Russia. She missed them desperately but she had a duty to fulfill.

She then heard footsteps come near her before she boldly spoke to whomever was there with her as she turned around.

"The garden is lovely, is it not? What is your favorite flower?" Evelina asked with a smile as she recognized the Turkish monarch who stood tall and handsome in front of her.

sehzademurad

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“Ah I see. My apologies.” She said in Turkish, her voice increasing in volume so he could hear her. Her eyes held a look of understanding and warmth upon finding out that he was indeed hard of hearing.

“I think they are all quite beautiful, but the roses are by far the loveliest.” Evelina answered.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, your grace. We have not yet been introduced. I am Grand Duchess Evelina Rurik of Russia.” She said as she bowed her head and curtsied just like she had been taught to do.

“Tell me your grace, are you enjoying France? It is quite a wondrous country, is it not? I find France and it’s culture to be quite fascinating.” Evelina gazed at him with a warm smile as the fragrance of fresh flowers filled her nostrils.

“You need not apologize,” he told her, gentle - not judgmental. “It is not something that shows unless you know me.” He sighed, but followed her gaze to the flowers, nodding. “The roses are lovely. In the Ottoman Empire we have the crocus, purple flowers. They are quite picturesque in the winter and spring.”

He nodded as she introduced herself, bowing his head in return. “My name is Murad. I am the son of Sultan Iskender,” he offered, watching her for a moment - all of the niceties of the ceremonies still in effect. He nodded again to her question, warm. “Yes - it has been a lovely visit thus far. There is much to do and see, and the King has been a gracious house.” He glanced at her, quiet. “And you? How do you find Paris?”

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Evelina nodded in understanding.

"Ah yes, I have seen the crocus flower in many books my tutors had me read. It is such a beautiful purple flower, it is a shame that the French do not have it. I would love to see such a beautiful flower up close. I hear that crocuses symbolize joy and cheerfulness." She said as she gazed at him with a smile.

She curtsied as he introduced himself.

"Paris is absolutely lovely. The food is wonderful and I have felt welcomed in the Tsarina's homeland in all of it's grandeur, as I hope you and the Ottoman Empire have also felt welcome as well. But of course it is not all fun and games, as the Grand Duchess I do have my duties to perform. What is it like, being a monarch of the Ottoman Empire?" She asked curiously before casting her gaze to some tulips.

#{ interactions: evelina x murad

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Closed starter @validemahidevran

Location: Cordeliers Convent, France 1459

Evelina was excited yet possibly more nervous than she was when she met the Haseki Nehir Sultan. Ivan had once again set this meeting up, just for good measure to possibly ensure that Evelina was the right choice for the Ottoman Empire. She made sure to look absolutely perfect and awaited for the Valide to arrive at the Convent.

She soon saw a lavish carriage arrive outside of the Convent and as soon as it stopped in front of her and her Russian entourage she bowed deeply when the door opened.

“Welcome to the Cordeliers Convent, your highness. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Grand Duchess Evelina Rurik of Russia. I have prepared a room inside for us to discuss our business further.” Evelina said in Turkish after bowing. She smiled at the Valide as they made their way towards the entrance of the Convent.

“I do hope your journey wasn’t long. Are you enjoying France, your highness?” Evelina asked. The room wasn’t too far down the hall.

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Descending onto the property in a pleasant humour, the esteemed greeting offered by the Rurik, yielded an air of diplomatic benevolence, as Mahidevran turned to address her. “A fine pleasure it is, to make your esteemed acquaintance. I am most eager, for us to an interlude together; to know you, is my chief business.” A pretty hostess, the Grand Duchess made – the soft animation of her countenance, made for pleasant viewing. The Valide and her attendants, moved to step alongside Evelina, who boasted the advantage of a rose-like bloom to be paired with the eloquence, of perfect Turkish.

“I care little for travel, but it must be done – we share a commonality, do we not, in such a long trek, for a summits attendance. Paris is a grand jewel, though I treasure the opportunities she offers, far greater than the delights of France.” She conversed modestly, with an eye fixed on the other lady – who, upon reflection, with her dark, bounteous hair, fit the preferred looks, of her grandson. “And you, your grace? It must be joyous, to reside in the land of your dear sister in law, and beloved Tsarina; alongside a host of reunions, most notably, the Princess of Wales. It is joyous, is it not? To see a sister, so well wed.”

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"Of course your highness. It is my chief business to ensure that you know me indeed. For there is much to know, and I am prepared for any delightful inquiries you may have." Evelina said with a smile as they arrived at the room. One of the Russian guards opened it and the room was a grandiose sitting room, designated for tea and chatting.

"Please do make yourself comfortable. There's sweets, meats, wine and tea if you'd like them." She said as she sat down across from her, one of the servants pouring the tea as soon as they sat down.

"Travel can be quite exhausting, but I do agree it must be done. Paris is indeed a grand jewel, it's absolutely lovely and it has a very rich culture if I may add. I am very much enjoying the Tsarina's homeland and reuniting with my sister has been wondrous as well. For she definitely is very well wed. I adore taking my niece out to the French gardens and introducing her to the flowers, just like when I was a child. My nieces and nephews seem to grow almost overnight." Evelina said with a small giggle.

She loved kids and absolutely wanted her own one day, she was like a natural when it came to being around children. She hated Harry with every fibre of her being but she had promised to remain civil and she would not speak ill of him here.

Evelina paused briefly to sip her tea. "So, your highness... if I may ask, what is it like living in such a grand and impressive Empire?" She asked curiously.

#{ interactions: evelina x valide mahidevran

3v3linarose

Closed starter @ivanrurik

Location: Cordeliers Convent, France 1459

Her brother had sent for her. Evelina had no idea what to expect. The two of them hadn’t spoken alone like this in a few years. Those few years since he had sent her lover away. She had long since forgotten the man and had focused on her duty.

“You sent for me brother.” Evelina said with a smile as she saw him.

“I think we should discuss not only my future betrothal but also my concerns regarding Katrinka. I’m sure you’re aware of how the English treat her.” Evelina said in Russian, a tinge of sadness in her voice as she thought about her sister.

ivanrurik

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Evelina’s eyes widened as she heard his question and she quickly sat down. “My God! You do not know?”

She took a deep breath before continuing. “Speak nothing of what I am about to tell you. It may seem rather trivial but, I am merely worried about our sister yet I do not wish to disturb the English and Russian alliance. I know you Ivan and I beg of you, do not act irrationally towards her husband either.” Evelina paused to take a breath.

“The English people have destroyed Rurik flags to voice their opposition of the alliance. Their monarchs have not done such, but shouldn’t Harry have put a stop to it? But their marriage is not my business. I spoke with Katrinka recently… she is no longer the sister we once knew. They have changed her. She acts different… more cautious… I have also briefly spoken to her husband… our conversation was quite icy but it remained civil, though if the conversation were not had in public I believe it would not have been as civil as it had been. I informed Katrinka of it and she simply passed off her husband’s behavior as witty English banter. I however do not see it as such. I believe we should pay much more attention to Harry of Wales for I fear he may be quite a thorn in Russia’s side. Katrinka seemed quite disturbed when I told her of the unpleasant conversation I had with her husband… she even told me not to disturb the English and Russian alliance, which I do not wish to do but if I hear of anything else that is of even deeper importance regarding Katrinka then you dear brother, will be the first to know. Russia and our country’s future is of great importance to me… but our family matters as well.” Evelina said quietly in Russian as she gazed at her brother worriedly.

Ivan studied the face of his sister, lingering upon her eyes, the liquid dark of them, before allowing him to sweep the rest of her features. He’d lived long with Evelina’s tempers, and had grown accustomed to dismissing the tempestuous glint of her humors as he did with all his siblings: that passionate Rurik blood curdling in their ears. He, himself, knew its heated song far too well: he’d felt it swell his breast till he felt fit to burst with it. He also thought he could recognize it in his siblings, and sought to take in what their said evenly. How best to rule, if not with a clean mind?

“I cannot promise that,” he replied, solemnly. “If this is a matter of Katrinka, the future Queen of England, it is an international matter, and therefore whether or not I hold my tongue is best dictated by myself, and no one else.” He paused, gesturing for her to go on. “Continue.” He tilted his head, feeling a slight jolt of irritation when she called him irrational. He said, however, nothing, waiting to hear what she would say.

His lips pressed tight together as she spoke, some internal fire springing to the fore. Surely, he thought. Evelina must have mishread. Surely, if that were so, Katrinka would have told me. He glanced down, long lashes sweeping his cheek as his jaw set in anger. Slowly, he exhaled, pushing the anger out and away from himself.

He did not like it, but he knew he must acknowledge: Katrinka had changed, but he’d known she would: she had to. She must transform from something wholly Russian to something wholly English, and from thence, to raise her children as such, that they might one day rule England and, out of love of their mother, look to her strange roots with a notion of fond alliance: that was the way of their world.

He sat back into his chair, sighing softly. “Fortunately,” he said. “It is not a requirement of international treaty that you must be fond of Katrinka’s husband. But I hope you will keep a civil tongue in your head,” he added, arching a brow. “That man, however little you may care for him, will someday be the King of England, and it is therefore necessary that he remember his affinity for Russia with grace and goodwill.”

Coming around the table to be closer to her, he leaned against it, touching her shoulder. “I do not try to excuse his actions - no doubt you have good reason for your distaste, but our personal feelings cannot play a role in our political actions. There is more at stake here than that. If we misstep in Russia, we may tidy it up and forget about it, but should we make such blunders here, the ripple effect could prove disastrous. Please, Evelina, promise me that you will not antagonize the Prince of Wales.” He studied her features, carefully. “Will you promise this to me, as your liege lord? Now,” he added, rubbing his brow. “Tell me of this…disastrous conversation you describe. Precisely why do you believe His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales means to make trouble for Russia?”

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"I will try not to antagonize him in the future. Hm... say for instance that if Russia greatly opposed France so much that they tore up French flags and banners, would you not protect the Tsarina and your child? I do not think Harry poses too much of a threat but I believe he has the capacity of doing so. Why has he not attempted to remedy the unrest within his people and quell the animosity they have towards Russia if Katrinka is to be their Queen? Such a thing is quite dangerous. I know she is strong and that she will make a wonderful Queen, but she will have to rule over the English... the English who do not favor her currently. I fear that they could take their animosity towards her and Russia further, all while Harry sits around believing to protect his wife and child when he does no such thing. I know she can handle herself but... I fear for her and Mary's safety. Harry is incompetent... and incompetence leads to chaos. As I said before I will let you know if I hear of anything else, I believe some of what I told you is trivial and not worth your time, brother and for that I do apologize." Evelina said.

She took a breath before speaking again.

"The conversation Harry and I had was frigid, it was lined with malice that night at the ball. I saw him again recently on the way to visit Katrinka and Mary. He is absolutely mad, he thinks that I am trying to covet him! My own sister's husband! I would rather be sent to Hell than betray my sister in such a way. He is attractive yes but he rots on the inside. If he were the last person in all the world, I'd sooner become a nun." She said, outrage evident in her voice as she gazed at her brother.

"In other news, I have met with quite a few monarchs here. Some of the Ottoman Empire, some of England, I also spoke with Tatiana as well, it was a delight to see her again. I also saw Rudolf and had a meal and chatted with him. I also got acquainted with Frederick, the Archduke of Austria. I am mad with envy if the rumors are indeed true that he is betrothed to Infanta Joanna of Portugal, for he is very handsome. Speaking of betrothed... I am getting nervous about my betrothal, brother. I am ready for it but, I feel I do not know what married life entails. Ah which reminds me! I also spoke with Eudoxia, she seems to be doing well after the birth of her child. Her and I spoke highly of you. I also ran into Eivor... England's banneret knight. Do you perhaps know anything about him? He seems to be quite an odd man."

#{ interactions: evelina x ivan

Closed starter @oncegreat

Location: Tuileries Palace, France 1459

Evelina had originally come to visit her sister and show her niece around the garden outside of the palace, but she had run into England's banneret knight instead.

Eivor made her feel something within her... a foreign feeling that she knew she had to hide. He was a brute... a knight who was a brute... a dog... and Evelina wasn't too fond of dogs.

Their first meeting was rather unpleasant and ever since the meeting, Evelina just couldn't stop thinking about the Norwegian man since then. It was odd. She didn't like him in the slightest, if anything he disgusted her but at the same time she kind of missed his presence.

As she walked down the hall, she saw him. She smirked as she approached.

"Well, I see they have you on duty today. It's a pleasure to see you again... dog. I've only come to this God forsaken palace to see my sister and take my niece out to the gardens to look at the flowers. Just thought I'd let you know... so you don't think I'm dropping by to see you." She said haughtily as she gazed at him.

His eyes were bewitching and his facial features struck her through her gut. She hated the way he made her feel already.

He made her feel... like sinning... and she had never sinned... except by kissing her ex lover but even that was questionable to be defined as sinning.

She didn't even notice it but she absentmindedly blushed as her thoughts wandered... to Eivor's lips. They were nice looking for a knight's lips.

"I didn't think knights could be... handsome." She said quietly as if in a trance. She had accidentally said her own thought aloud and little did she know was that it would lead to something she had previously known nothing about.

#{ interactions: evelina x eivor #nsfw ish #this is gonna get spicy

What if Evelina and Eivor lay together?

Ooh, lay together as in sex? well she would no longer be a virgin and would have him swear that he would tell no one that such a thing happened and she would ask him if he'd like to make it a constant thing but in secret of course.

#evelina rurik #ask meme #nsfw ish

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