do you have any secret admirers
What, me? Of course not, at least none that I know of. I tend to be aggressor in those situations.
That said, as not to bore anyone, I can speak of those I admire instead.
The Duchy of Lithuania, as mighty as he is, has been a constant source of strength and good council. I invited him to occupy my castles along the Lagoda and the Baltic sea. He helped foster little Tver’s growth in those crucial early years as well. He is a dependable ally, a cool level head, and one of those rare nationkind I could truly call ‘Friend’. I feel true safety with him at my back. ...which is probably why Poland is so invested and possessive of him. Poland’s intercession has made visiting him difficult. The Pole has his ear, and from what I understand, soon his hand. It pains me, but I must content myself with his friendship, and nothing more. I miss his companionship.
I have been battling with Svei, the Swedish specifically, for 200 years for the keep of this man. The Finn, his lands, and all of that Baltic coastline are a glittering jewel that I have desired for centuries. Possessing that coast would mean near total control over the entire Baltic sea, and extending my reach from Sweden’s norther borders to the edges of the Danish sea-lanes. Grain and bread would never be dear again, and the special warhorses he breeds and trains would be mine in turn. Svei is deeply attached to him, and I can understand why. There is something in the way his eyes burn, like lilac pitch, when he glares at me. He is fury in a rosy-cheeked package.
Nemtsy, the shit! God gifted him with a beautiful face, long lashes, and long, luscious snowy hair that he abuses. He is terribly skinny. He resists me futily at every turn, rushing me and trying to wipe me off the face of the earth. He is a challenge, intriguing and vindictive all at once. Wearing him down, little by little, may lead to him leaving me be, and not stirring up the Swedish to declare crusade against me. There are moments when he is quiet, and I break through to him, and there is something witty and kind under that angry, bristly shell. ...I just wish he would stop trying to kidnap my children-
The last...I only met once, and she left an undeniable impression upon me. She? ...He? I cannot be sure. Frankiskye only appeared on the edge of the Hanseanic trade routes just once, and I passed them in the harbors. They were stunning! It took decades before my princes would allow me to wear finery to represent them, and they glide in silks, furs, gold, and embroidered satin. Sky blue tunics and gold embroidery fluttering like peacock feathers in the breeze, golden locks catching the sun like the gates of paradise... I doubt I will ever see them again, but perhaps, if God allows, I might hear just a drop of honey from those soft, rosey lips...
I am not lucky enough to have suitors close enough, or interested enough in me to travel though. Love and romance is difficult for our kind, no? Everything must be weighed and found balanced before even meetings can occur, and keeping things secret and quiet is difficult enough without having to worry about public opinion souring things. I suppose that may be why I am told to pursue the Finnish so much. They are a close country that would suit a marriage well.
Who could be closer than that?
The Grand Prince Novgorod will simply have to stay a bachelor for the meantime.
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