Ambassador Emilie

Ambassador for Norway

[ambassador-emilie]

demetriaxsverker·:

Demi felt a genuine smile come to her lips as Emilie accepted her apology and spoke the words of trust about her. She squeezed her hand back as she sat down on the couch with Emilie. After a moment she pressed her lips together nervously and looked down. They were speaking honestly so it was only fitting that Demetria continue with her feelings. “Why do you believe in me the way you do?” She asked softly. “I am not strong like my brother, I am not ruthless… I-…” Demetria looked down, clearly underestimating herself. “I am weaker than he is.” She had been told by many but most importantly her father berating her over the years that her compassion was not a strength, but a weakness. 

“I did not lose faith in you, Emilie.” Demetria spoke honestly. “I lost faith in myself.” 

Watching her princess worry back and forth, with her self esteem crashing, it hurt Emilie’s heart. Demetria was softer, yes, but that was her strength. Her heart. “My dearest Demetria, you are as different from your brother as day is from night. The sun is from the moon. And that...that is why I have such faith in you.” Emilie told her simply, giving the woman’s hand another tender squeeze. Demetria had had her self belief broken down from a young age. The King was sure that his eldest son was the strongest and that there was only one way for strength. Emilie’s father did not believe this and she was raised with different opinions on such things, while still remaining absolutely loyal to the royal family. “Compassion is and never will be, a weakness. There is blindness in cruelty, as there is weakness. The cruellest people are weak as they are not beloved. They must rule through fear. You, my princess, could rule because you are beloved.”

[ambassador-emilie]

hansgrcubreich·:

✠ — He felt like there was more that she could be saying, but given the current political climate, he understood that she might not want to reveal all that was going on in her mind. She was the ambassador to a powerful man, a man whom half the world was at war with. He didn’t blame her for being vague. The man offered her a small smile before replying, “I am glad that you have that Emilie, you are far too good at your job in order for people to ignore you. I doubt anyone will ignore you from here on out.” He was trying to upkeep her spirits, working for one of the most hated men in the world could not be an easy feat. 

Hans chuckled slightly at her notion and thought for a moment. He was alright, but war was a tiring thing to have to work through, though neither of them were on the front lines personally, they had to assist in the slaughter of many. “I am as well as one can be, trying to make sure that Germany does it’s part while being safe.” He mused, thinking on his last political meeting with his Queen. “I am looking forward to when this is all over though, and I can perhaps think of finally settling down.” 

“Ah Hans, you are much more optimistic than myself. No matter how well I do my job I will always be met with reservations. Many men see a woman and believe she cannot speak of war and such things. That she will faint in the war room at reports of casualties.” There was a humourless smile on her lips. Sometimes in war meetings it felt as if she was the only one not losing colour as the number of causalities were read. 

A soft sigh escaped Emilie’s lips at his words. The idea of settling down had never been something the ambassador had entertained. Well, she had entertained the prospect briefly, when she was a lot younger.  Settling down for her meant a family, meant giving up years of work. She could see Hans enjoying his quiet, enjoying the happiness and tranquillity that would come from the post-war peace. 

For Emilie however, the nearest to settling down for her was for all the talks of war to alleviate once more. To once again be discussing boring trade agreements with men three times her age. “I do find that I miss discussing the trade of turnips or sauerkraut.” She found herself laughing softly, giving her head a shake. One would never have thought she would miss such things.

[ambassador-emilie]

princesshxnx·:

“Men think they rule the world, but it is women who get everything done behind the scenes. They would suffer greatly if we were not there to play their games for them. Of course. She is my greatest inspiration. I’m already exhausted by it and yet it has only just begun. I can only hope to make it out unscathed.”

Emilie found herself chuckling lightly at the woman’s words. Oh how she was right. Men were allowed to believe they ruled the world, yet it was women who did the hard work. Without women there would be no children, no future. “This war will be a long one, the signs are already prevalent. But I do hope we may meet again when the world is ushered into peace.”

[ambassador-emilie]

vclois·:

“Ah, it is you, ambassador.” Vivien greeted the woman with a court nod of her head, rising from the throne to meet her, motioning towards the table set to her left. “Please, have a seat. My father would like me to extend his apologies for his absence on this council. I was told you two were to meet, but I’m afraid he had an urgent matter to attend to.” She offered the apology, taking a seat on the chair. “May I offer you some wine?” The dauphine added before her head tilted backwards as she inspected the woman, teal eyes calculating as her stare fixed on the other. The king told her there were things to be discussed with the Norwegian ambassador and Vivien found herself oddly relaxed. It was refreshing to see a woman holding such a position and maybe the two of them could achieve much more than any king and man could. “Now, my father told me you would like to speak of the war? Naturallement, it is a pressing matter, but what is it that you want?” She asked in a polite tone. She suspected negotiations were in order and it was best to stop beating around the bush.

“Thank you. I am honoured at your hospitality.” Emilie moved towards where the woman had indicated, moving to find a seat. She had brought with her papers and such, things that her King wished for her to discuss. Once she was seated, Emilie nodded her head at the offering of wine, a smile on her lips. “I must say that I am not disappointed to hear that you will be taking this meeting instead. We have never had the chance to speak beyond banquets or dances.” The woman sipped the wine she was given, placing the goblet back down a moment later. This was a matter of business, after all. “Unfortunately I find that the war is all I speak of these days. However, as it is my job I do so happily.” She joked lightly, smoothing out her papers before continuing to speak. “I come on the order of my King. He wishes to attempt to come to an agreement between our great nations. And to have me emphasise the repercussions if we do not.” It was straight to the fact, no covering the idea. Emilie had never been one to sugar coat hard truths.

[ambassador-emilie]

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The Norwegian delegation had been passing through Italy in order to get to Austria. It had seemed like the easiest way to pass through to the destination, especially coming from the direction of Scotland. Emilie had found herself at the market, inspecting the beautiful pieces of silk scarves and ribbons decorating the stall. Her mind was elsewhere, her fingers brushing over the lovely scarf that she believed her princess would adore. Feeling someone beside her, Emilie did not look up before speaking in relatively fluent Italian. “Which would you select for a fair haired woman? I believe this one,” She held up the scarf she had immediately felt drawn to first, then holding up a second one that was less flashy. “Or this one?”

[ambassador-emilie]

vclois·:

The war raged in Europe and not even France was spared of the conflict and the turmoil which followed it. Her father was one among the first to side against Norway and the rest of the countries shortly followed. It was a wonder how the northerners still persisted, despite having just two declared allies while the rest of the world stood against them. The king of France was on the battlefield, as both physical and moral support to the weary men, egging them to continue fighting for liberté, which left the dauphine in charge of the castle and council in his absence. She was aware it was both a test and a training for her future role as suo iure queen of France,  but while on any other day she felt ready and sure, today was proving to grate on her nerves with dignitaries {both foreign and local} piling for a council or a treaty or whatever it was they found fit to ask of her and of France. Vivien was sitting upon the throne, tense and regal as her eyes fixed upon the next person that waltzed through the door, asking for the king. “His majesty is currently unavailable and in his absence he appointed his daughter to speak in his name. You may direct your grievances and proposals to me.”

Travelling had been usual for an ambassador but Emilie felt as if she was doing much more if it lately. Entering into the French throne room, she had politely requested the King. She had believed they had a meeting to discuss some of the war occurrences. Emilie tilted her head slightly in an apology, curtsying to the dauphine. “My apologies, your highness. I had believed that I had an appointment with the King, or I would not have requested him. I would be honoured to speak with you.” The usual charm of the ambassador presented itself, a smile moving onto her lips as she rose from her curtsy. There was something about women in a position of power that Emilie respected highly. She had had to fight tooth and nail to get to the level she was as an ambassador for the Norwegian King. Many women would have to give the same level of fight to be taken seriously. The pure posture of the dauphine told her that many would not have been happy to have been presented with her instead of the King.

[ambassador-emilie]

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The arrival of the Norwegian delegation had caused a ruckus in Scotland. Many people looked at the arriving delegation with contempt. Emilie knew her King was a striking image as they entered the Scottish court. The rest of the stay had continued in the same fashion. Met with contempt and angry stares. Emilie had found herself attempting to find solace within the library. It was clear they were not trusted within the court, as the guard that followed her throughout the castle demonstrated. Emilie was not fussed with this, used to this behaviour by now. She was happy to have the guard suffer while she attended to her business. Seated at a table with her papers spread before her, the ambassador attempted to make sense of the latest war reports. The war changed and moved so quickly. One had to have remarkable foresight and intelligence to anticipate the next move. 

The guard moving into a hurried bow caused the ambassador to raise her eyes, taking in the Queen of Scotland. It was not the first time Emilie would be meeting her. Having been in her post for almost seventeen years, she had encountered the Queen. Hurrying to her feet, Emilie dropped into a cursty. “Your Grace. Thank you for welcoming us into your court. Your library is quite a lovely sight.” She greeted, rising to stand tall in front of the Queen.

[ambassador-emilie]

demetriaxsverker·:

Demetria silently moved into Emilie’s room and waited for her to come in. Her ivory has was down in thick loose curls. Her braids had been taken out and she was in a simple nightgown that was still fit for a princess.  Emilie invited Demetria to sit but in all honesty, the princess was too nervous and uncomfortable to sit. She instead moved to the couch were Emilie sat and paced slowly around in the spot next to it. “I was wrong.” Demetria finally spat out after what felt like an eternity of silence. 

“But so were you.” Demi looked at Emilie and then her eyes look away. “I was wrong to think you had no precautions that could work. But I honestly did not think there was one that would be powerful enough to stop him. I had no idea you thought of me that highly.” Demetria told her. 

“You were wrong about how much I trust you. Emilie…” She finally sat down. “I trust you more than anyone else. You see me when no one else does, you listen when no one else does…” Demi shook her head. “I apologize that I ever made you feel inferior than what you are.”

Emile immediately regretted sitting down as Demetria paced in front of her. It made the scales feel uneven in her own mind. Despite the fact that both women looked like their guard was down. Perhaps being prepared for the day had acted as a barrier towards one another. Here dressed more simply it felt like more even footing. Emilie’s eyes followed Demetria, her eyebrow slowly arching as the silence seemed to elongate. The words that eventually left the princess’ mouth left her shocked, struggling to find what to say. It was very rare that the woman would be left speechless. 

“I have always and will always be your biggest ally, my princess.” Emilie told her gently, reaching for the woman’s hand. In her mind, those simple words told the princess everything she needed to know. Of course Emilie believed the world of her. There had been a lot of hurt between the two women from a simple interaction. Yet, it did not stop how much the ambassador cared for Demi. The apology was nice to hear and Emilie nodded her head slowly. “It was... horrible believing that you did not trust me. Yet years will not be undone due to some silly argument we had because we both cared too much about the other to speak reasonably. I will always forgive you. I will always believe in you. You are the one person I never had to fight to earn the respect of. I wanted to earn your respect and you gave it to me tenfold when I showed I believed in you and shared your opinions.” She smiled softly, giving Demi’s hand a gentle squeeze. 

[ambassador-emilie]

crwnsown·:

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“i am quite impressed with your library,” otto said, hands skimming over the spines of the books in the norwegian library while looking over at the ambassador. he had come for a visit which was surprising. some people claimed that he should not have visited, but if he could bring peace himself he would do it. 

“i know you usually work through ambassadors, but i was hoping we could speak on some issues ourselves.”

“It will bring my King pleasure to hear that you are impressed by our collection. His mother spent may years attending to this.” Emilie answered with a smile, watching the movements of the Austrian King. The library was somewhere special to the ambassador, somewhere she spent a lot of her time. Curled up in a chair by the crackling fire, countless hours had been spent in the room. “I would be honoured to speak through some issues with you, your Grace.” The fact that the King would want to speak straight to her was a moment of honour. Many rulers would attempt to bypass Emilie, even though she was the most senior ranked ambassador of the Norwegian court- despite her age.

[ambassador-emilie]

natalyarcmanxv·:

♕ — An ounce of pity began to form within Natalyas heart for the woman before her. She had a difficult position. As an ambassador, you had a certain amount of power, and if there was one thing that men disliked more than being inconvenienced, it was the threat of a woman having more power or influence than them. Women, despite what many men thought, ruled many things. They offered opinions, ran nations, even behind closed doors and from birthing chambers. The world revolved around women, their wombs determined that of a nation, their hearts; determined that of peace or war. Natalya knew however, that despite how much pity she might be feeling for Emilie, that she would not have her position as ambassador if she was not a strong and able woman, so she shook the thought of pity away and stood straight. “Men tend to be like that at times, it is why they must be placated by food, or drink.” She mused, pursing her lips. 

“I was hoping that it would be cooler, as I did not want to have my dresses fixed for such weather, but I suppose that I will need things altered, if not have new dresses made.” The thought of being seen in anything but her Russian dresses made her want to shiver. Her dresses felt like home, the rich fabric and texture made her think of home. Natalya figured that would come later, perhaps tonight she would get started with her ladies-in-waiting, once Viktor was asleep. 

“I was, yes. I was hoping that I might catch a breeze to keep me cool, but I doubt the wind will pick up just for me.” She mused with a light chuckle, before motioning to the doorway opposite them. “Shall we take a walk together?” 

A light laugh escaped Emilie at Natalya’s words. “Indeed. Food and drink are the easiest ways to placate them. However drink can be a double edged sword.” She did not further the sentiment, leaving it hang. Drink was precarious. Men would begin to be agreeable but a simple moment that they did not feel the smartest would completely turn them into nasty little men.

“Perhaps you could have your ladies remove some lining? Although I know from my own dresses that they are of a much thicker fabric to the Spanish ones.” She paused, thinking. “Perhaps have some new made. You would not want to completely alter such beautiful dresses.” It was overstepping but the Duchess did have incredibly gorgeous dresses. 

“Alas, I think you may be unlucky. I do think we will not get a breeze, especially not at this time of the season.” A light smile tugged at Emilie’s lips at the offer, nodding her head a moment later. “I do prefer company to pacing the grounds alone. It would be my honour to walk with you.” She readjusted the few papers she had in her hands. They would not bother her during the walk. It was much needed, especially now. 

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carlos had been involved in more and more court life than he had in a long while, attempting to make decisions, support his wife and his ambassadors, and learning how to do more than fist fight for the first time in his whole life. it was a very busy time for him now, and with the ambassador coming here, most likely to strong arm them into joining the war he was not sure he was in the right space to be a host. but it was all he found himself good at even now. 

“hello dear ambassador! we were about to start a game of cards!” he said, gesturing at the table he had set up with a few court men and ladies. “will you join us? i know my wife and hans are in a meeting, so if you wish to talk to them they will be out here in just a moment and this will be a fun match.”

[ambassador-emilie]

The pleasant and the greeting the Emilie received transported her mind back to before the war. That was how life had been. Pleasant. Politics at card tables and discussions over wine. Less hostility. More trade agreements. Now there was a war on and that had seemed to sew the seeds of hatred. Emilie found herself smiling in response, curtsying politely for the King. “That sounds delightful, your Grace. It has been years since I have played. You may make a fool of me tonight.” She moved to join the gathered courtiers at the table, nodding a moment later at the King’s elaboration. “I will find waiting for them that much easier with my mind distracted on cards. Thank you for your offer.”

[ambassador-emilie]

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The war and her position as an ambassador took her all over the world. To courts of enemies and of allies. Emilie had always despised ships as a child, but it had been something that she had had to conquer. Now, she was finally docked back in Norway. For how long, she was not sure. However, hearing the familiar Norwegian language used around her immediately put her to ease. She was home. A glimpse of someone had the ambassador quickly gather her skirts in her hands, hurrying after the person. “Annie! Annie! What brings you so far from the castle?” She called out, although the clear pleasure was written all over her face. The sight of a friendly face as soon as she had returned home had brightened her day immensely.

[ambassador-emilie]

historiclives·:

The woman was correct in that, they had different upbringing and that did matter in such things. A woman needed to be taught how to sew and how to paint and while most people viewed accomplishments such as those to be necessary for a lady, Celine wouldn’t be a lady at all if that was all she was judged on. She was good with languages, however, and that was a skill she’d seen even some statesmen struggle with, which proved that some things could be learned and some things were difficult to learn if you didn’t have the right mind for it.

“Perhaps the important thing is to find ways we can all be useful and contribute to the war,” Celine suggested, chewing on her lower lip. She didn’t know what she actually could do, but Celine had the feeling that even if she did, it was for the best if she didn’t give away too much information since she didn’t know how the king felt about this woman. No matter her uncertainty in such a trying time. she wasn’t going to be unloyal to the man.

Emilie nodded her head slowly. There was certain places for people during war, and others...not so much. Generally war was referred as a male’s game. Women would be the nurses to assist and the ones to heal their mental state when they returned home.  The one’s who sat and waited for the plan to go right or terribly, terribly wrong. “You are a lady. You assist your mistress as the war is organised and planned. That is paramount to her. There are ways to help through everything, yet some are more gruesome than others. However, there is always things one can assist with. Perhaps helping to settle other ambassadors and such. That is always good. However, some have very poor French so that would be my warning.” There was a soft laugh in her voice. Many people she had met were horrendous at languages. Working out what they were saying was a mental war. 

[ambassador-emilie]

demetriaxsverker·:

Ever since Emilie and Demetria had their tiff back in Poland, the pair had not been the same. There had been some underlying emotions that neither had addressed or true reasons of speaking had not been said. Instead the pair had bottled their true emotions and avoided one another. 

Having someone so close to her be so upset and mad at her had made Demetria much colder to the people around her. Much more like what the Sverker’s were known for. It hadn’t been her intention but it was her instinct from being born a Sverker. 

Demetria knew that Emilie would be in the meeting but that didn’t stop her from attending. Before she had realized, she had snapped at one of the ambassadors that questioned her opinion, something that her brother or father would have done, and did not apologize even though she knew it was wrong. The meeting had adjourned and everyone left quickly except Emilie and Demi. “You know that I have never cared about royal blood.” She said firmly before sauntering out of the room.

The rest of the day had passed and Demetria just could not shake her guilt and knew that she was wrong and had been wrong for a long time. After tossing in her bed for a few minutes, Demetria decided to suck up her pride and headed towards Emilie’s room. Swallowing the lump in her throat she knocked on the door gently. As it opened, Demetria’s hard features were replaced with soft, vulnerable ones. “Emilie…” Demetria looked nervous. She never looked nervous. “May I have a word?” 

A knock upon her door in the middle of the night was not uncommon. Especially when they were waging a war. Things could flip and change within an instant. The sound immediately had Emilie hurrying to the door wraped in a warm shawl, her expression showing obvious surprise when she saw Demetria. This was unexpected. The two women had been at odds since their discussion in Poland, both acting incredibly coldly to one another. The expression on Demi’s face caused Emilie’s expression to soften. No matter how hurt she had been by her friend’s words, she still cared for the woman immensely. Pulling the door open wider, she nodded her head. “Of course, princess. Come in.” Part of her worried for the reason for Demi’s visit, but the ambassador moved back into her room, lighting more candles as she moved about. They could not have a conversation in her room if it was dark. A fire crackled low in the hearth. A few pokes and another log brought the fire back to life. 

Emilie had moved to sit down on one of the couches within her apartments, gesturing for Demi to join her. Part of her hoped it was not bad news that had brought her to her apartments. “What brings you here so late? You should be resting.” Even upset and hurt, Emilie could not help showing her true alliance to the princess. She loved her like a sister, cared for her deeply.< 

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princesshxnx‌:

“Men are fools whether they underestimate us or not. Not all queens wish to live in the palace, most prefer to stay in their home towns, which is understandable. My father only kept my mother as well as his fourth queen. She was the strongest role model a girl could have.” She missed her mother sometimes, but she knew that she was making her proud with all she was doing in Europe. “That it is. I often forget who is allied with who and it makes avoiding certain topics fairly difficult.”

“Indeed they are. Men seem to rule the world but that is only at female disgression. Oh how they would suffer if we decided against such beliefs. It sounds like you respected her immensely. Still do.” Emilie glanced around the grounds of the palace, taking in the gorgeous scene around her. It seemed like such a place should not have seen the issues of war. “Indeed. That is war. People change sides, backstap, create new alliances. One finds it exhausting.

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demetriaxsverker‌:

The words Emilie spoke about persuading her brother to not go on a killing spree were not the words that phased Demetria. She knew them already. What did cut through the ivory haired princess is when Emilie told her that the precaution was in fact, her. Never in her lifetime did she think the council of ambassadors would think so highly of her to put her as the last precaution against her brother. Demetria immediately felt about 2 feet tall and the look of pure disappointment was clear on her face. Not disappointment in Emilie, but in herself. She didn’t know what to say. Demetria was wrong and had said something stupid. “You should go. Find my brother. Figure out your next move.” Demetria said coldy before turning on her heel and walking away from her ambassador, her guards shortly behind. 

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