A Fallen Petal

"she was a rose  in the hands of those who had no intentions of keeping her"

[lewisknows]

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ascottishking:

Tristan had always had one company he could count on, some stern voice in the back of his mind that reminded him what he was. A king. A Monarch. The protector of Scotland. That voice at times found itself able to quiet, waiting while he avoided the temptations of ordinary men until one proved itself strong enough to linger a moment too long in the forefront of his mind. Then the voice would shake clear with its constant certainty any confusion between men and kings. These last few weeks that voice had been an almost constant presence, working constantly to still muscles that sought to venture elsewhere. Impulses that wanted to take him to the girl who had a tendency to make that line between man and king blur. He had always known that there would be blood that stained his hands, such was the way for kings. And so it was not the violence of the act that startled him and woke the voice but rather the realization that in that moment he had not been a King killing a threat to his country, but a man killing a threat to a woman. 

He had spent the weeks since the princesses recovery with his physical self as far from her as possible it seemed. Tristan knew it was not a very long term plan but he also thought that perhaps with distance he could return to the kind of harmless and innocent affection he had had for her through years of letters. In those few weeks he had gone about very regular behaviour, in fact very subdued behaviour for the king. So he found himself quite early in the night coming out of the bath, and about to prepare for sleep -or rather laying in darkness. His towel was tied loosely around his waist and his palm was pressed firmly to his forehead where he felt the beginning of a head ache. Mid step he realized he was not alone and his icy eyes turned upwards to land upon Rosalie. His tone was inquiring, question of why she was here laced into the single word, “Rosalie”.

Rosalie’s eyes met his and suddenly her words wouldn’t surface. They stayed buried in her chest as the both of them stood in silence. Tristan was, and perhaps always would be, a mystery to her. Even now, nearly naked and unsuspecting, he was hidden from her. Half-shadow, half-man. How Rosalie longed to know him, now more than ever. The years she’d spent longing for a faraway Prince with pristine and confident penmanship were nothing compared to the agony of standing in front of him like this. 

The silence stayed because there weren’t words intimate enough to express what their eyes already had. No time nor patience for “how’ve you been”s or “I’ve missed you”s. No pleasantries nor niceties.  The princess wouldn’t curtsy. She couldn’t expect him to bow. Even the presence of their guards and staff felt like an intrusion, despite years of experience training them both not to notice them any longer. She could have said anything still. The princess could have screamed at him, kissed him, or continued to stand and do nothing at all. Instead, three words stuck to the roof of Rosalie’s mouth, and she had a hell of a time getting them out, “You weren’t there.” 

[wordsnquotes]

…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Dickinson, Emily. The Letters of Emily Dickinson.  (via wordsnquotes)

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hm-charles-of-france:

He couldn’t remember the last time that Rosie had been so close to him without being angry at him in some aspect. He knew that she’d pretend to not care, but he didn’t miss the fact that she had still be angry with him. He dug around for a moment before producing a clean handkerchief, offering it to her with a smile. “You’re allowed to be angry with me, Rosalie,” He said, wiping at a stray tear that clung to her cheek. “That doesn’t mean that I won’t still be here for you if you need me. Just because you don’t agree with my actions doesn’t make me any less of your father.”

The girl nodded then, saying softly, “I know, papa. I know.” Things had just been so difficult between them for so long, it was hard not to look back at now and regret the time that had passed between them this way. “I will always be there for you too. No one quite needs me.. but if you had, even when I was really angry, I would have been there in an instant.” A sad smile formed, “I love you, papa. No matter what. I-I do. " 

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Unsure footsteps echoed through the halls of the eastern wing as a young princess made her way towards her betrothed. Now that she’d somewhat reconciled with one man she’d been avoiding, Rosalie felt resolute to do the same with the other. What did it matter that Tristan had slain a man right before her eyes? He was saving her life and.. it doesn’t.. well, it doesn’t quite matter because it doesn’t really change the arrangement of their eventual marriage. Only the King of Scotland or her father had the power to do that. Still, Rosie bit her lip sadly, guilt seeping through her for even thinking one life didn’t quite matter. 

Her hand pushed against his door, crossing a threshold she’d really only crossed twice before. She had to admit that this was the most uneasy moment yet, her stomach flipping and falling as she searched for him through his rooms. Finally, Rosie caught a glimpse of his dark hair, eyes following down the nape of his neck, over his shoulder, down past his waist, all the way until her gaze met the floor. It suddenly fell over her how long it had been, and she swallowed hard before she said, “Tristan.”

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hm-charles-of-france:

He was very shocked by her sudden nearness, he knew that for sure. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head lightly. “Of course, mon chere,” He murmured, holding her close. It was certainly the first time in a long time that she’d sought him out (though, technically, neither had sought out the other) but at least she hadn’t left him there. 

Despite the distance she’d been holding her father at since Victoire, something about his embrace was so soothing to Rosalie. She felt truly safe for the first time since the attacks, and she realized that in cutting her father out of her life, she wasn’t just punishing him for his misdeeds but punishing herself as well. It felt good to stop punishing them both, at least for this moment. But soon enough, Rosalie was nudging herself out of his arms and quickly wiping the tears off of her cheeks. “I’m sorry, papa. I just..”, she paused, frowning, “It’s really difficult being angry with someone you still need.”

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tristan, eoin, alasdair

wed: tristanbed: alasdairbehead: eoin

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Ask my muse “Wed, Bed, Behead”

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isclde:

anotherrpmemeblog:

Give my muse three names and they will say which one they will wed, which one they’d bed and which one they’d behead.

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hm-charles-of-france:

He wasn’t sure if he was surprised by her sudden answer or not. He watched her gather her thoughts for a moment, frowning to himself. “How so?” He asked, brushing a bit of her hair back absently, like he would have done in the past. “How can I help?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Now that she’d said something, he wanted to help her in any way that he could, even if it was something as benign as a walk.

For some reason, the intimacy of his touch made Rosie fall against her father and bury her face in his chest. Ever since the attack, Rosalie had been trying to maintain her composure at all times. She wanted to be viewed as strong, resilient. She didn’t want Tristan thinking she was too weak to be his bride. But in burying her weakness, Rosalie only allowed it to grow. “Just don’t move, okay”, she whispered against his chest as Rosalie’s tears began to spill over. 

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hm-charles-of-france:

He could tell that she was lying - he had always felt proud of himself when he could tell when she lied - but he didn’t push her. He didn’t want to push her away further. Nodding, he stopped in their walk and looked down at her. “Do you wish to return to France?” He asked her, raising an eyebrow. “I never intended for you to feel trapped on this trip and if you want to return home, I will arrange for it to happen.”

“No, no.”, she countered fervently, realizing that the prospect of returning home was no longer soothing to her. The whole of it was different now. She was different now. France could console her no longer. At least, not through this. “I am not feeling trapped in the trip.. but moreso, trapped in my life?” It was a lofty confession, one that she hadn’t expected to come out.. especially not in front of her father, a man she no longer felt close to. Still, Rosie knew she could trust him with the admission more than anyone. The princess looked up at her father then, looking very much like the young and frightened girl she was. 

[oil-and-firebrand]

Sexual Sinday Meme

[osmanblood]

oil-and-firebrand:

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive? ✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before? ☜ : Does your muse like to top? ☞ : Does your muse like to bottom? ∀ : Your muse’s favorite position? ☺ : How often does your muse masturbate? ☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually? ✌ : Is your muse good with their hands? ♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing? Á : Is your muse loud in bed? ⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks? ☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don’t do it; your blog, your rules ;3). ☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some? ♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

Slightly modified from @felbane ‘s reblog, couldn’t edit it within the reblog for whatever reason?

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hm-charles-of-france:

At her tone, he frowned a bit and looked down at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Are you…what’s wrong, Rosie?” He asked. He knew that she did not like him as much as she did at one point, and that she felt like he’d betrayed her mother (which he had in a way) but he still hoped that if she was having such a problem, that she would tell him. He still wanted to help her. “I regret a great number of things,” He said after a minute, looking away from her. “And I often wish to return home, however it is something we cannot do now.”

“Nothing, papa.”, she lied, not wanting to seem as petty and insolent as Victoire by airing their grievances to him.. and she certainly did not want to inform him about Eoin and their.. time together. Really, all matters that bothered Rosalie at this point in her life were better confessed to her mother or sister, yet Rosie didn’t wish for her father and her to drift farther apart. “I may never return home now.. unless my future husband allows me.” 

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prncealasdair:

He gave a hearty laugh at her joke and shook his curly red mane. “Oh, Rosie. You should give up being a princess and become a boat builder.” He told her, glancing back at her as she brushed her face. “Aye, they were right to say so. I’ve had my fair share of falls and head injuries. How do you feel now that you are on a horse, good?” 

“Hey now!”, she chastised, lighting hitting his shoulder with her hand, “I could be any living thing I wanted. Even a boat builder. However, your brother would have to find another suitable bride for himself.” It was Rosalie’s turn to laugh, I don’t quite see Tristan as the pretty husband of a crafts-woman.” 

The girl nodded before realizing that Alasdair could not see her, “As good as I used to.. I was never really fond of horses.” 

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prncealasdair:

“I offer’d, come on piuthar-chèile.” Alsadair offered her his hand as to help her on his mount. “Wandering back to France?” He asked, giving a boyish grin as he went on. “I wouldn’t blame ye. I’m homesick as well.”

She smiled up at him, not mentioning the back that she hadn’t the faintest idea of what he’d said, “Why, yes actually. I was just about to knock down one of those there trees and carve out a boat.” Once upon the horse, Rosalie let out of a sigh of relief, “By god, I haven’t ridden a horse in weeks. They said it wasn’t good for my head..” The girl brushed against her scar, now fully healed. 

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hm-charles-of-france:

He didn’t miss the brief tension between them before Rosie seemed to at least give him the benefit of the doubt. Or, at least a small amount of it. Instead of mentioning it, he released his hold on her arm and instead folded his hands behind his back. “I’ve been quite well. Worried, of course, but well. And yourself?” He asked, looking down at her. He hated that they had resorted to basic small talk; pleasantries that he’d employ with dignitaries that he cared little about. “I’ve heard you’ve been better than you were, at least.”

“I’ve been.. better, honestly.”, Rosie answered, her answer revealing more to her father than she had in months. Still, she ached for the closeness with him that she’d lost when began sleeping with Victoire. Deep down, Rosie just wanted her father back. “Do you ever regret bringing us here? To England?”, she asked then, “Despite it all.. things seemed so much simpler back home.” 

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“Are ye quite alright? Ye look lost, I could give ye a lift, we’re pretty far from the castle..”

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“Not lost just wandering..”, Rosalie answered her betrothed’s brother, “I suppose I could use a ride back to the Keep. If it isn’t too much to ask of you?” 

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irishkingeoin:

He gingerly stepped forward away from the banister as Rosie spoke, walking in front of her and faced the Princess. “I would agree, Your Highness. It’s always a pleas-it’s always pleasing to see that others are doing well” He spoke, fumbling over his words still. He wished he could relax around her, not feeling like he was walking on glass the entire time. “Have you seen either of my sister’s around? I found the most wonderful spot near the water front beside the maze’s-” 

“No, I have not.”, she answered, hoping that his last remark wasn’t meant as an invitation. The Princess now knew better than to go anywhere with Eoin alone. “But if I do see either of them, I’ll be sure to mention that you were looking.” She paused then, biting her lip to avoid saying anything she shouldn’t. Already Rosie felt as if she’d been standing too near him for too long.