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ellathehelp:
“may i get you anything? tea, sweets, a blanket? it can get quite brisk in here, i know,” ella asked meekly, keeping her eyes downcast. she had never been great with talking, but she did want to make the other comfortable.
“oh i am perfectly fine.” cécile started before looking over at the girl. “you are not of wales or switzerland? so why do you ask me? just out of curiosity nothing more.”
luxcmburg:
“i had just the loveliest surprise this morning.” the german princess’ tone was dry, sarcasm staining her words. “i took kaiser out to run about the grounds. played with him for a while, you know, before i sat down to read a letter from home, and he started running around. then i looked up about ten minutes later, and he’d come back to me. he was standing in front of me with a dead squirrel hanging from his mouth, proud as could be !” she shook her head, incredulous even still at the memory. she loved the dog ( gifted to her when he was a puppy by her father ) dearly, but he still behaved quite rambunctiously at times. “and he wouldn’t put it down, either. took an awful bit of convincing. i do hope he’s never dragged game up to you whenever he’s been out there.”
cécile shook her head a bit at the story. it seemed rather normal behavior to her. she spent many a years playing with the dogs at court that were meant for hunting. “just think of it this way, he thought he was bringing his owner the best prize of all.” shaking her head a bit at her words she let a soft laugh out. “it is disgusting though, i probably would have screamed.”
cavcllo:
to the knight, the stables were like a second home, which was why he could be found there so often when he wasn’t completing his duties. it WAS actually a second home when he thought about it. back in italy when he hadn’t been at home or in his village, he’d always been at work with his father ( who had been a stable hand ) learning from him. he supposed his father thought that carlo would follow in his footsteps. he hadn’t of course. but even so, being a knight at least allowed him to retain his love for horses.
so it wasn’t that odd to find him humming to himself in the stables that afternoon, he had always been fond of music and he had a song his father used to sing stuck in his head. he’d heard songs from court before, but he preferred the ones of his village, he found them to be far more lively than here. perhaps to common for the most. however, it wasn’t until he spun around that he realised he was in company, the hum fading as he cleared his throat.
“ i apologise — i wasn’t aware i was in company. ” he muttered sheepishly, “ is there something you were looking for? ”
ever since her return she found the need to soak up and see everything of the place she once called home. it was not like she had missed it, but the idea was there. it was an opportunity she would take. she knew the opportunity to be able to explore and live in the home she grew up in was not a common one, especially to women of higher birth. so she took the advantage and ran with it, spending her time in the gardens, exploring the halls and memorizing the looks of the portraits she adored. today she found herself walking out to the stables, where as a young girl she learned to ride and would sometimes sneak in with nora to feed and pet the horses with the help from a sweet stable hand.
of course she stopped at the edge of the stable at the sound of a song. she was not familiar with the song but that was not too important instead she stood at the edge of the stable door looking ahead at people. looking at the young man ahead of her she shook her head.
“do not apologize, it was a lovely song.” cécile told him with a soft smile. “there is not, i just found myself exploring.”
costume appreciation: Celia Clemence’s wedding gown from Restoration
Anonymous said What can a girl or guy do to make you weak at the knees every time?
“I uhm,I do not believe it’s right for me to say. It is something that is meant for only my husband.” “When he kisses right on the pulse points.”
victorvonkleist:
“It is prominent in their foundations, that, I will give you,” he said. “You must be happy where you are, then. Are things as structured as you have imagined?” At her next statement, a small grin came across his features. “You are as righteous as I remember. Corruption exists everywhere and tramples over those who cannot keep up. You have seen it yourself, I am sure.” He watched as she described Wales and her wedding, noticing her slight change in expression. “Well, then. It sounds like you got the marriage of your dreams. Congratulations that you did not end up stuck with me.” There was no bitterness in his voice – he had no regrets about not pushing through with their engagement. He did not take on a particularly jovial tone either, though that may have been a result of habit. “Oh? In what way were they ridiculous and unnecessary?”
“I am happy.” Cécile let out, she face softening before rolling her eyes. “Oh please, not as different as any other monarchy. Everyone has structure, even you.” Crossing her arms across her chest, Cécile frowned. “How tragic, do you even have hope? It is like you are stuck in some chaotic loop where there is only pain and corruption. It is sad. It should not have to be that way.” With a smile she nodded. “I believe I did.” Letting a laugh she nodded. “You wouldn’t have wanted to be stuck with me either, I would have soil all your fun.” Looking at him she shrugged. “Just how my siblings fought and acted so disgusting. It was unnecessary and almost as sad as how you feel about corruption.”
What is your most prized memory and why? And what memory would you give up?
“My most prized memory happened not to long ago, before my husband or I left for Bern. The first time he took me for a walk along the sea. It was magnificent, I think I fell in love with how beautiful the vibrant blue water was and how it crashed against the rocks that had long fallen off the cliffs. I think it was one of the moments I realized how much I was in love with Wales after such a short time. And I would gladly give up any memory from my childhood involving my father, I’d give them all up. I think my first return to court, my earliest memory there, for Christmas as a three year old there. I never felt more unwanted or despised than how I was treated then. I was almost certain he wished I didn’t exist.”
how many children would you like?
“As many as I would be blessed with, at the moment I am just praying for our first and going from there. I only wish for children who do not have any malice for each other and know that their parents love and adore them.”
robertwindsor:
After what seemed like days of being locked up in meetings and the like, Robert finally found a small freedom on a lovely afternoon. Enjoying the sights, he noticed a figure walking towards him, “Come to check out the view as well? This seems to be the most quiet part of the castle. I’ve come to quite a liking of it.”
“It is one of the best places in the the castle. I used to sit in the window and read as a young girl.” Cécile admitted as she looked out the window. “There isn’t another place that has a better view of the alps in all of Bern. And the alps might be the most beautiful part of Switzerland.”
wwinterss:
Watching a poor swiss guard try and fail several times to shoot and arrow had made Ragatha angry. Finally, she had strode across the green and demanded the bow from him. Horrified that he had been caught in his shame and that a woman of 6ft was towering over him, he handed his weapon over. Ragatha drew back the string and loosed an arrow from the pouch on his back. It hit the target full in the middle. She said nothing. Her face stoic as she lowered the bow.
“Excuse me, I do not believe you have the authority to demand anything from the swiss people, let alone humiliate them.” The Queen of Wales announced watching the other blonde that towered over her. No matter her status, the Swiss would always be her people and she would always be their princess. “Do not forget you are a guest here, you do not get to humiliate my people who are trying to improve because you do not hold the virtue of patience.” Cécile finished, albeit a bit sheepish now. She was tired of people lacking the heart for people from their stance in power and she would not handle it in her own former home.
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ofcxrnations:
“–Cécile…” Nora had suddenly piped up from where the two were currently lounging in one of the palaces many parlours. “…How do you bear it?” She sat up, expression no-longer bright from the laughter the two had shared a moment before, instead turning to one of rare dejection as she finally succumbed to the troubling thoughts which had lingered on her mind. She always aimed to keep composed around Cécile, to not let her own concerns trouble her cousin so, not when Cécile had burdens of her own, burdens of a Queen to worry about. But whether it was being back in Switzerland, at this castle, or something else – Nora had been feeling less and less in control, and it was a feeling she despised. “Not one of these dignitaries I’ve spoken with have seemed interested…in the good of others, in addressing the wrongs which have brought us here; instead, their interests seem to lie in just more power, solely power.”
Nora was still reeling from her argument with the Ottoman Empire’s Sultan the prior evening, when he’d all but hinted at cutting her tongue off…not that she was afraid of him, but once again, she’d been confronted by a man belittling her opinions; no less, in what had been her home, putting her in her place like she was naught but a senseless child - in fact he’d even deigned to call her such. She shook her head, managing a small smile, though her cheeks flushed in anger at the memory, and hot tears clouded her vision, tears she refused to let fall, blinking them away quickly. “–I feel as if I’m stepping on toes in every direction…and perhaps you’d have been best to leave me back in Wales. But I cannot seem to help it! How can I ignore it?”
@hcrgrace
Cécile had turned her head at the sound of her name. She stayed leaned against the chaise that she had taken up for the afternoon, working on embroidering the fabric for what would be a silk bag eventually. Hearing the question over, she set her embroidery hoop down and sat up with a soft expression moving across her face. “It is not easy. I have spent so many years desperately learning how to love so I could love the people of Switzerland after never knowing. I realized after our journey to Wales, that it is my job as a Queen. I do not know if it is just who I am as a person or if I came by it naturally but I know too many do not think about the people but only themselves.” Sighing she stood up. “Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, Nora. As much as I wish I could just scream sense into so many of these dignitaries who feel as if their power is more important, I do not know their country. I do not know if their people are suffering, so I can not judge. If their power out weighs their people than I must judge but I can not if I do not know.”
She had not noticed she had been pacing the room until she found herself in front of a window. Looking back at her she shook, her head and instantly rushed over to take her cousins hands. “No you are not, we are all in this mess of chaos. I understand how you feel, it is like you are constantly being over powered, undermined. Nora, my sweet cousin, please remember, these are intruders on your home. You are of Swiss royal blood, you are of the Von Erlach dynasty, anyone with issue is stepping on your toes, king or queen or dignitary. Disrespecting you, is disrespecting their host, no matter if we now live in Wales, we will forever be of Swiss royal blood and should demand respect. Your mother is a Swiss Princess do not let anyone let you feel as if you are a bother in your home. If they do, they can speak to me and be reminded of their place as a guest no matter the status.”
“Share yourself with me. I will never judge you. I am here and I will stay here only to love you.”
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valcntiin:
“Oh,” Valentin exhaled softly, wide blue eyes settling upon the desk at the opposite end of the room. “Please, there’s nothing to forgive on your behalf. I don’t mean to intrude, Your Majesty. It’s just that the hall was becoming rather overcrowded and this room was the nearest escape route.” He paused. “I’ll make certain to be quiet if you are busy.”
“Please, you are welcome in here. I have always found this room to be much quieter than even the library, that and I prefer the view.” Cécile motioned around at the chairs. “Please sit, do not mind me, I am just finishing a few letters. Let yourself relax from the chaos that fills the palace.”
kingmarxii:
“I’m sure you are,” hans hummed before nodding. he took his sister’s words into consideration, his eyes glancing at the notes before back at her. “and someone’s head they will get- once we find out who was behind it. i’m not killing an innocent life to end gossip.”
“i would never in my life suggests you do. in fact if you murdered an innocent life in the name of peace, i would never be more disgusted with our blood.” cécile looked over at him as he looked at his notes. shaking her head she sighed. “my brother, i am afraid you are becoming too much like our late father. it is a shame.”
“This world is what we make of it.”
“I am afraid to be an important maker of it though.” Cécile let out, looking up at the woman who was her cousin, confidant, and highest lady in waiting all in one. She began to mess with the violet and gold silk mantua that covered the matching gown. She felt as if she could not breathe, it wasn’t from the the baline corset either. Cécile was afraid. She was hours away from officially being Queen of Wales and the weight of her title that was so close suddenly becoming a reality to her. She took a deep breath and gave Nora a soft smile when she felt her hands start to adjust her blonde curls to hang elegantly and be appropriate for the crown that would sit on it in a few hours. “I could never do this without you at my side, Nora. You are my constant in life, I could not do any of this without you at my side. I think I would be even more of a mess of emotions.” Cécile let out thankful to have the other woman there to calm her down.
