The Foreigner's Child

"Je ne regrette rien dans ma vie, a l'exception de ce que je n'ai pas fait." -Coco                                                             Chanel                                                                                                                                                                                                        A Bastard, and the only daughter of the Lord Chancellor of France, Constance knew she'd have to take matters into her own hands. It wasn't that she wasn't provided for by her father, nor was she not cared for when she went to her mother's during the winter, but for her future, and her comfort, Constance needed to grow cunning, like her father, to ensure her rise in the world.                                  Penned by Allie. 

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marieofscotland:

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‘’I apologize for the state you find me in. The day has been quite onerous and I thought I could find some peace in the garden.’’ There is a slight sense of distress as Mary glances towards the girl, a soft smile attempting to brighten the shadows that fell upon her features. This was a trying time, but Mary would weather it together - she had too. ‘’Have we met before?’’

Constance struggled to resist the laugh that clawed at her throat, for the Queen looked lovely as ever, while she had spent hours cursing as she wrestled her hair into something suitable to be seen by the court, and already curls had sprung out of their pins. Even while appearing stressed, the Scottish Queen looked far more put together than Constance. “No, I don’t believe we have.” The young woman replied, a small smile crossing her face. “My name is Constance, your majesty.”

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fcrestmaiden:

          ❝ I wanna touch the northern lights. We could leave the world behind.                             I wanna know what it’s like to walk away from this life. ❞

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“No one can walk away from this. It’s in our bones, the very lifeblood of our bodies. Even when you leave, eventually you get sucked back in.” Constance replied, eyes half shut from weariness. It’d been a long day, and there she sat felling asleep into her poetry, until the other began to speak to her. 

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quick ooc post before I head off since today’s swim had me dead tired: 

Constance’s fc is being switched to Madeleine Mantock, and her main verse will be her adult (what I consider her post-17) verse. I’m working on iconing her and making a few changes to the blog to make Constance a little more fleshed out (religion, superstitions/how they affect her habits, skills, etc.), I have some detailed headcanon posts to make, and a lot of other things, but due to being at school from 7 am to around 5 pm every day, it will take some time, especially since I’ll be drafting quite a few things from mobile in my TA period. 

Because of that, expect replies to be slow and/or running from a queue, along with some random ic posts to keep things a little light-hearted between the heavy headcanons I have written up (on paper) so far

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clddv:

Claude felt a grin spread across her face as the petite girl down the hall called out her name. It’d been so long, and with a giggle Claude notes that Constance had grown so pretty, yet was still so petite. “Grown much?” she mumbled as the girl flew into her arms and Claude was greeted with a faceful of her soft hair.

“Not an inch.” Constance laughed, hugging the princess tightly. Hardly what was proper, even now she heard some of the older ladies gasp at the sight of a bastard hugging the Princess of France, but she smiled nonetheless, and pulled away to look up at Claude’s face once more. “But you’ve shot up. One of these days I bet you’ll be as tall as Luc.” Constance laughed, offering an arm to Claude. “Come on, you’ve got to meet this noble from Spain. He’s quite handsome. And I’ve heard stories about his...eggplant.” The girl flushed at the last part, hardly as open to certain ideas as her friend was. 

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@nxtasxint

A small smile tugged at the corners of the girl’s lips as she regarded the other’s face as it appeared in the hallway, the light brown curls bouncing around a face she’d known as a little girl, now grown as she was. Constance threw down her cards, abandoning the game she’d been playing with a winning hand (in part due to cards hidden up her sleeve). “Princess Claude! It’s wonderful to see you again!” She greeted, half-running to meet the Princess, head tilted upwards to smile at the taller girl.

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Munday questions!

❤ - Your age?

＠ - Your top 3 favorite celebrity crush?

♞ - Five turn ons (sexual or not)?

φ - Five turn offs (sexual or not)?

Ç - Tumblr crushes?

æ - Random fact about the mun?

£ - Random fact about the muse?

¥ - A photo of you?

ƒ - Do people ever mistake you for another age?

ñ - What is your ultimate OTP, broTP and nOTP?

▒ - Do you need certain things to help you sleep (nightlight, fan, stuffed animal or blanket)?

Φ - If you could pick three people on tumblr to meet irl, who would they be?

╕ - Things that annoy you on tumblr?

╣ - Things that annoy you irl?

α - Muse's thoughts on mun?

ß - Mun's thoughts on mun?

Σ - Do people ever mistake you for a celebrity?

π - Relationship status?

σ - Anyone you have a crush on?

Θ - If you could have three wishes, what would they be?

[renaissancesuggestion]

do some stabbing

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rpmusings-galore:

                                   Flowers   w i t h e r   and lose their color…                               much as I reflect  in vain  time lost to the long rain. 

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why am i debating changing my fc I barely even have icons already

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Headcanon: Riding

Constance has a very competitive nature. Growing up with two older brothers in France, and a twin brother with her mother, it’s sort of no surprise. Especially since Constance, instead of learning French from tutors, learned French by copying both older brothers: Luc and Edouard. 

With horses and riding being such a part of the Narcisse family dynamic, it’s unsurprising that Constance was competitive with riding, too. She wanted to beat her brothers in every race, be able to ride and jump things that they couldn’t, and she couldn’t do that sidesaddle. So, her riding habit got pants, after she had various torn outfits and one incident of wardrobe malfunction, and she rode like a man, so she could gallop and leap bushes without fear of falling as much. 

One of the few times she actually rides like a proper lady is while travelling, because she isn’t racing, but instead looking at the countryside or reading, usually reading. But she can do that because she knows her horses well enough to know that they will behave accordingly, and not throw her unless it’s something truly scary, like a snake.

[rp-memes-n-things]

Send me ♪ and I’ll use a line from a song I’ve recently listened to as a starter

[nathalieemmanuelsource]

A Love Affair with Nathalie Emmanuel & Isaac Carew for Dune London

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“It was rather rustic, at least that’s what I remember it to be. The halls are stuffy here, pompous and so quiet. There was much more dancing in Scotland, much more laughing.” she remembered a lot of joy as a child, with free roam of her castle and many other children to giggle with. Perhaps it was not France that was stripped of enjoyment, but her age and duty weighing down her skipping legs. “Quite naive, yes.” Mary nodded, turning to face the girl, “But when you do find a way to one up these men and become the greatest female nomad to walk these lands, please return to share your secrets, and your tales as well.” What a dream it was to travel freely - where borders meant nothing and foreign lands did not offer an almost certain death. 

“The same goes for what I remember of my mother’s lands.” She smiled, unable to share that she already spent half her year in her homeland. That caused her dilemma, as the girl was so used to both lands. She could hardly choose. “Though it was much warmer there. I didn’t even know snow when I first came here.” Her laugh was light, however forced she made it. It was one thing for folk to know she was not born French, another to pretend as though she barely recalled her other home. “And you will be the greatest queen France shall ever have. Greater than even Catherine de Medici, for you are doubly queen. I hope, should I become this great nomad, you allow me to visit court and tell those tales.” Now the smile was genuine, as dreams lifted her heart. The letter felt lighter somehow, and she looked down at the letter in her hand. “Maybe I could even tell you of my mother’s lands, should I see them again.” 

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anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine, and my muse will guess who it is!

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Chrys Watches Got [x]

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ofspellbooksandswords:

“Yes, please tante (that is the word for aunt, yes?). That would be lovely,” Francois told his aunt, bowing to her as was respectful. As Francois had grown older, he had less and less time to visit Constance. Learning the ropes of court politics from his grandfather tended to be time consuming. Taking a moment to enjoy himself outside of court was a welcomed vacation of sorts.  “My grandfather had a tendency of having me sample French wines so I would know what was quality wine compared to what is not worth drinking,” Francois chuckling, referring to Stephane Narcisse’s obsession with all things French, along with the country itself. Thanking Constance, he took a sip of the port. “I have been trying to, I wish I could visit more often. Court politics are…well, there is more to learn than I anticipated.”

"I remember what it was like for myself." Constance nodded, smiling at her nephew. "But I was much younger than you when I first came to court. Believe me, I still am learning how to navigate it.” A small, musical laugh passed her lips, and she offered him a seat once again with a silent motion of her graceful hand. Her studies had been more about using flirtation to gain leverage, but never appearing too loose for a lady. It was here, outside of court, where her easy smiles and girl-like laughs were true.  “Papa would have a heart attack if he saw us drinking this Portuguese vintage. Don’t tell him, please, if I cause one more he’ll sooner be in a grave than at court.” The older woman jested, raising her glass to her lips. Francois had likely heard stories of her youth at Court, when she so often found herself in the company of Bourbons, or angering Catherine de Medici, or wearing the most unladylike clothes while practicing archery and riding. “But we do not have to worry about politics here.”