adventum;

change is the law of life. and those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.

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OLIVIA COOKE AS ALICENT HIGHTOWER 2022– ⁞︎ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

[stormborns]

TYWIN LANNISTER 1.07, You Win or You Die

[sangetfer]

Suddenly, there was a calm exterior, a wall of ice several leagues thick, daring the Russian to climb them. Zosia cooled, chilled, iced over like the land in winter, refusing to thaw regardless of what went on internally. By all the saints and angels in the heavens, even if she and god disagreed on most policies where religion was concerned, the princess's words had ruffled her tremendously. Angered her. Intrigued her. They had sent her into a tizzy of dizzying emotions. Grow with her? Learn about her? What did that mean? Was he some sort of mold attempting to grow on her excellent senses? Did he - surely he didn't think there would ever be more than contempt between them. Did he imply he - what did it mean was he wanting some ill-advised friendship or something further than friends. What did he mean?

Her face revealed none of that as her spine also straightened. She had insulted him, made comments about his activities and his habits, and implied even sober, he had no chance of winning Nikolai smiled as if he knew something Zosia was utterly unaware of, holding the ace up his sleeve. There was an urge to punch that smirk clean off his face, another to smother it with her lips to attempt to silence him and say he'd be nothing more than an annoyance even if he was more than pretty. Gods he had Zosia's mind whirling and confused. A fluster that had not often happened before and playing cool was as much as she could do not to allow the ale-soaked prince to know he had her in such a state of confusion and uproar. Do you know if there is a partnership worth exploring? Did he think he could win someone over with a smile or his vexing charm of his even when intoxicated? Zosia wanted to shout what did he mean, shake him and demand a clear explanation. Still, the Polish princess would stew on each possibility until it forced another confrontation. "So far, you are all talk, Prince Nikolai. When you do prove yourself, I can be moved to consider it. Find me when you are sober if you remember this conversation."

[coroahq]

Prince Nikolai, undeterred by Princess Zosia's icy demeanor, found her spirited reaction to his words rather intriguing. Her attempt to maintain composure only fueled his determination to break through her defenses and evoke a genuine response. He was well aware that his flirting had stirred a whirlwind of emotions within her, and he savored the challenge. As Zosia's sharp words cut through the air, Nikolai's smile widened, an unspoken challenge glimmering in his eyes. He reveled in her feistiness, appreciating the fire that burned beneath her composed facade. Her defiance only added to her allure in his eyes.

"Zosia, your words carry a captivating blend of defiance and curiosity," Nikolai replied, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Indeed, actions speak louder than words, and I'm more than willing to prove myself to you. I assure you, I am not one to shy away from a challenge." His gaze held steady, locking onto Zosia's eyes as he continued, his tone laced with playful confidence. "I accept your invitation to find you when I am sober. Rest assured, Princess, I possess a remarkable memory, especially when it concerns intriguing encounters such as this."

Nikolai's words carried a subtle flirtation, his intention clear: to leave Zosia both frustrated and enticed, her thoughts consumed by the possibility of what their future encounters might bring. He reveled in the anticipation, knowing that the depths of her emotions were far more complex than she cared to admit. With a bow and a mischievous glint in his eyes, Nikolai added, "Until then, my dear Princess, I shall eagerly await the opportunity to prove that actions can speak louder than words. May our paths cross again soon, under more sober circumstances." He then turned, leaving Zosia to grapple with her whirlwind of emotions and his parting words, savoring the anticipation of their next encounter and the challenge of unraveling the enigma that was Princess Zosia.

[monarhrh]

As he entered the resplendent hall. His eyes, alive with curiosity and a hint of mischief, swept across the room, taking in the opulent surroundings and the distinguished guests in attendance. Amidst the murmurs of courtiers and the clinking of fine china, Ishaan's attention was drawn to a group engaged in a spirited discussion near the center of the hall. Intrigued by the lively exchange of ideas, he approached with an air of nonchalant confidence, his steps graceful and purposeful.

As he neared the gathering, he couldn't help but overhear a particularly verbose nobleman expounding upon a topic with unwavering seriousness. A mischievous smile played on Ishaan's lips, and he couldn't resist the urge to inject a touch of levity into the conversation. "It's hard to listen to you with a straight face," Ishaan remarked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement that laced through the air like a gentle breeze. His words, delivered with a mix of playfulness and charm, caught the attention of those around him, causing a ripple of laughter to echo through the grand hall. @1642hqzstarters

[coroahq]

Prince Nikolai, standing nearby and observing the scene, found himself captivated by Prince Ishaan's charismatic presence. His eyes flickered with amusement as he watched the ripple of laughter spread through the crowd in response to Ishaan's playful remark. Intrigued by the opportunity to engage in conversation with someone who seemed to possess a quick wit and a lighthearted spirit, Nikolai approached Ishaan with a warm smile. "Prince Ishaan, your wit is as sharp as ever," Nikolai remarked, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "I must admit, the serious discussions of court can become quite tiring at times. Your timely injection of humor is a breath of fresh air." He joined the circle of conversation, his presence exuding a sense of charm and affability. "Ishaan, my friend, it's a pleasure to see you here. I hope you've been enjoying the festivities thus far. It seems we're in need of your light-hearted perspective to keep the conversation lively."

[tcmpestas]

“she is a blessing.” henryk smiled warmly at the thought of their niece, the moment the small weight had been placed in his arms. “i was fortunate enough to hold her for a while and she didn’t protest.” pride and affection flickered in blue irises, but there was something else, too. something bittersweet, wistful. as a young boy, he had taken to caring for his siblings so naturally, a part of him had always envisioned an abundance of children in his future. a future he rarely dared to think of now, but a certain sultana had sparked new hope. a guiding light in his life once more.  

“i believe lena appreciates our visits. we should give her the same care and affection the young princess is receiving.” he grew pensive for a moment. their own mother had passed years ago, her memory never forgotten, but she had also rarely occupied henryk’s thoughts since his return from the battlefield. his war-torn mind was no place for their beloved mother. “i don’t know if you remember, but mother was… every birth seemed to change her. darken her spirits further.” swallowing the knot in his throat, he reached for his wine. “i helped lena choose a governess for judyta. that should alleviate her burden.”

henryk believed him. he, too, cared deeply for their family, for antoni. this peace summit had been anything but peaceful and henryk remained on alert, wouldn’t hesitate to be his siblings’ protective shield. as intensely as he felt this, he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. he loved antoni, but he wasn’t sure he knew him anymore, certainly didn’t understand him. marius had sworn him to secrecy and he needed to choose his words carefully, doubting their younger brother would condone the late austrian king’s murder as he had done. he had condoned it for their brother’s sake, but hell, he couldn’t even stomach it himself.  

he couldn’t tell him the truth and he couldn’t tell him nothing, so he opted for… something in between. and maybe, antoni would recognise glimpses of the brother henryk had once been. “antoni — i have no right to tell you what you can and cannot do, but be careful. there are rumours, vile accusations against pavel and their voices are getting louder. these people would see our family destroyed, our joy turned to ashes in our mouths. keep sharp. and if you… if something comes to your attention, will you share it with me? so that we may face the storm together.”

[coroahq]

Antoni listened to Henryk's words, their weight resonating deeply within him. Memories of their shared childhood flooded his mind, the joys and the hardships they had faced together. Yet, alongside those memories, he couldn't ignore the lingering pain of their estrangement, the distance that had grown between them over the years. He couldn't forget Henryk constant teasing, the jabs and taunts that had wounded him deeply recently. The memories of being the target of mockery and ridicule, even from his own brother, had created a rift between them that seemed insurmountable. It was a wound that hadn't fully healed, leaving Antoni uncertain if they could ever truly be close again. Nevertheless, despite the hurt, Antoni still loved his brother. He knew that beneath the teasing and the distance, there was a shared history and a bond that couldn't be easily broken. The love he felt for Henryk remained, but he was unsure if they could bridge the gap that had formed between them.

A flicker of warmth crossed Antoni's eyes as he nodded in agreement. "Yes, Lena and little Judyta deserve our care and affection. Our visits bring solace to them, and it is in those moments that I feel a glimmer of hope, a chance for healing within our family."He took a moment to recall their late mother, a woman whose presence and absence had left an indelible mark on their lives. The memories, though tinged with sorrow, held a fragile beauty that resonated deeply within him. "I remember, Henryk," he said softly, his voice carrying a mixture of nostalgia and reverence. "Mother's spirit was indeed influenced by each birth, as if her soul carried the weight of each new life brought into the world. It was a burden she bore with strength, but it also cast shadows upon her."

Antoni raised his glass, to his lips and took a small sip. "I appreciate your efforts in helping Lena choose a governess for Judyta. Both will appreciate it, I am certain. This reminds me, tomorrow I will ask Lena to join me for a walk." The youngest Boleslaw's gaze softened as he listened to Henryk's words, sensing the weight of concern that hung heavy in the air. "I assure you, I will tread carefully in the face of these rumors and accusations. I am mindful of the forces that seek to undermine our family and sow seeds of discord. Rest assured, I will keep a watchful eye and remain vigilant. Our family's well-being is of utmost importance to me."

"If any substantial information comes to my attention, I promise you, Henryk, that I will not hesitate to share it with you. We may face the storm together, as brothers should." He took a moment to study Henryk's face, searching for a glimpse of the brother he had once known, hoping to bridge the gap that had widened over time.

[sangetfer]

Moving closer it was a natural born inclination to thread her arm into his, to pull close to a twin she shared most of life with. They had come into the world together, played together - they were each other's life line in th darkest of times and their soft salvation. There would always be someone who understood them in the other person. Rolling her eyes at the mention of Russians and her unique love for them, a preference among lovers and annoyances Zosia sighed. "Chuckle all you want, Toni. I know your betrothed well and she is a great intellectual so I can't wait to marvel at the two of you in debate. Helena, she is a woman who deserves love but I know my time is short and she is a queen. The other ones- the others are infuriating. The one, Nikolai I - he smiled at me and had the nerve to say he wishes we can grow together and he vexes me. Sacha, is a deeply beautiful man but - haha. If I talk like this you'll want to say 'Zosia which russian do you prefer' and i will not answer you. Certainly not Nik no - never. I feel if I mention his name he will pop around a corner and attempt to draw me into an argument. Tell me about your dirt - what do the swiss plant?"

[coroahq]

Antoni felt a wave of comfort as Zosia threaded her arm with his, their familiar closeness reminding him of the unbreakable bond they shared as twins. He cherished the moments when they could lean on each other, finding solace in their connection that spanned a lifetime. "Zosia, my dear sister," Antoni said affectionately, a smile playing on his lips. "You know I love you dearly and admire your strength and intellect. There's no one else quite like you, and I am grateful to have you as my sister and confidante. Regarding my betrothed, despite her intellect I am scared that she won't understand my beliefs or lifestyle. "

He understood Zosia's concerns about Helena and her limited time and the complexities of the other being a queen. It was clear to Antoni that his sister had a discerning eye when it came to the other suitors as well, finding them both vexing and intriguing in their own ways. Antoni chuckled at Zosia's playful evasion of his inquiry about her preferred Russian companion. "Oh, dear sister, you know I wouldn't press you for an answer," he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Your romantic inclinations are your own, and I trust your judgment completely. Although it does amuse me to see your reactions to a specific suitor such as Nikolai"

"The Swiss also excel in crop cultivation," Antoni continued. "Despite the mountainous terrain, they have ingeniously carved terraced fields into the slopes, optimizing the available land for farming. They cultivate a variety of crops, including grains like wheat, barley, and oats, as well as vegetables such as potatoes, carrots, and cabbage." Antoni paused for a moment, reflecting on the resilience and ingenuity of the Swiss farmers. "It's remarkable how they have managed to turn their challenging landscape into productive agricultural areas, utilizing advanced techniques and sustainable practices. The Swiss have a deep appreciation for their land and prioritize environmental stewardship in their farming endeavors." Turning back to Zosia with a playful smile, Antoni added, "So, dear sister, while I'm fascinated by Swiss agriculture, I'm equally intrigued by these Russian who have piqued your interest"

[histxries]

Elisabet watched Antoni teach the children with whatever he had laying around, and admired the way he made the schooling accessible to them. She saw him look at her, and wasn't fast enough to look away before their eyes locked, and she felt the blush on her cheeks again. She giggled when she saw the children disperse, all smiles and bouncing with their newfound knowledge, and knelt down to pick up a ball and roll it back to them. When she stood, she was faced with the prince. Her breath caught and she smiled.

"I always do," she admitted. "It reminds me of the best parts of my home village, hearing the chatters and market stalls. The part I love the most." She did miss her village, and the found family within it, but the stain her father left on it was too much to bear. "It reminds me to appreciate what I've been fortunate enough to receive, but keeps me grounded. Sometimes I feel more at home on a dirt packed street than a clean stone floor," she chuckled.

She looked slightly off guard at his offer, but a soft, sunny smile rose on her lips as she took his arm, swiftly moving her basket to the other. "I would love to, your grace. Thank you for the offer." She heard giggles and whistles from the playing children and blushed, waving them off playfully. As they squealed and ran to hide, her smile widened. "I do love to hear the laughter of children," she sighed, watching them. "It's like music, don't you think?"

[coroahq]

Antoni returned Lady Elisabet's smile with warmth, appreciating the genuine connection they shared in that moment. He listened intently to her words, captivated by her reminiscences of her home village and the deep sense of appreciation and grounding it brought her. "I understand what you mean," Prince Antoni replied, his voice gentle and understanding. "There is a certain charm and authenticity in the simplicity of a village, where laughter, chatter, and the bustling of market stalls create a vibrant tapestry of life. It's a reminder of the beauty that can be found in the everyday moments and the connections we forge with others. I wish the other's could embrace the village with open arms as much as we do."

As Lady Elisabet took his arm and they strolled together, Prince Antoni's heart felt lighter in her presence. He noticed the playful interaction with the children and the joy it brought both of them. He nodded, his eyes filled with fondness as he watched the children's laughter fill the air. "You're right," he agreed, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "The laughter of children is truly like music. It has the power to uplift spirits and remind us of the innocence and joy that exists in the world. It's a melody that can soothe even the weariest of souls."

As they continued their walk, Prince Antoni found himself grateful for the serendipitous encounter that brought them together. " What brings you to the Village?"

[monarhrh]

With a gentle grace, Emilia entered the room, her presence a blend of vulnerability and confidence. The steam embraced her like a soft caress, the warmth soothing her tired body. She looked at Eleanora with a mixture of admiration and understanding, her voice carrying a tender undertone. "Princess Eleanora, forgive my intrusion," Emilia spoke, her voice carrying the weight of her circumstances. "It is not the allure of forbidden pleasures or the magnetic pull of desire that brings me to your private haven. Rather, it is the longing for a moment of respite, a chance to find solace amidst the challenges that life presents."

She approached Eleanora with a gentle grace, mindful of her pregnant belly. "In this haven, I find a kindred spirit, someone who understands the delicate dance between vulnerability and strength, between desires and responsibilities. It is a refuge from the burdens we carry, a place where we can be our truest selves without judgment or consequence."

[coroahq]

Eleanora's eyes softened as she listened to Emilia's heartfelt words, her empathy resonating deeply. She recognized the yearning for respite and the need to find solace in the midst of life's challenges. With a warm smile, she responded to Emilia's sincerity.

"Emilia, there is no need to ask for forgiveness. Your presence here is most welcome," Eleanora said, her voice filled with compassion. "I understand the desire for a moment of refuge, a sanctuary away from the demands and complexities of our roles. It is in these quiet spaces that we can find solace and reconnect with our true selves." She paused for a moment, her voice softening. "Know that you can always come here, Emilia, to find comfort, to find understanding. This haven is a place where we can find strength in vulnerability, where we can be our truest selves without fear. You are not alone in your longing for serenity, for moments of peace amidst life's challenges. What's on your mind, your grace?"

[gildedreign]

Amalia's eyes widened with intrigue as she listened to Nora's words. The secrecy and the heartfelt nature of her friend's explanation piqued her curiosity even further. She leaned in slightly, matching Nora's hushed tone, a silent promise of trust between them. "Nora, you have my full attention and unwavering support," Amalia replied, her voice a gentle whisper that carried a mixture of empathy and excitement. "I am honored that you have chosen me to be your confidante in this tale of love. Rest assured, my dear friend, that your words will be held in the strictest confidence." She took a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing, her gaze unwavering and filled with warmth. "Love has a way of transforming our lives, opening doors to unexpected connections and emotions. It is a journey that often takes us by surprise, but it is in those moments of vulnerability that we truly discover the depths of our hearts."

[coroahq]

Eleanora took a deep breath, grateful for Amalia's unwavering support and understanding. She felt a weight lift from her shoulders as she entrusted her feelings to her trusted friend. Her voice trembled slightly, revealing the vulnerability she had kept hidden for so long. "Amalia, your words mean the world to me," Eleanora replied, her voice filled with a mix of gratitude and apprehension. "To have your support in matters of the heart is a treasure beyond measure."

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts and finding the courage to express herself fully. "I have grown to care deeply for Ben," Eleanora continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "He has become a significant presence in my life, someone who makes my heart race and fills my days with joy. But... I find myself torn between the happiness he brings me and the fear of what pursuing that happiness might entail."

She paused, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. "On one hand, my feelings for Ben remain strong, and I yearn to be with him. But on the other hand, The thought of betraying Francisco's trust and causing rifts within our family weighs heavily on me."

[gustxxssnarchive]

Kelem sighed, whatever would be considered decent posture disappearing as she sunk back against the tree. "I'm no cage," she said with a pout, dramatising her disappointment over the loss of her newfound friend. She looked up at the other woman. "Right you are, though, you are not to blame. Will you join me in mourning?" She asked, patting the ground next to her.

[coroahq]

Eleanora couldn't help but smile at Kelem's dramatic display of disappointment. She appreciated the other woman's playful spirit and the lightheartedness it brought to the situation. With a gentle chuckle, Eleanora gracefully lowered herself to the ground, sitting beside Kelem against the tree.

"I shall join you in mourning, dear Kelem," Eleanora replied, her voice filled with a touch of amusement. "In its fleeting presence, it brought us a sense of wonder and joy. It reminded us of the delicate beauty that exists in the smallest of creatures and the magic that can be found in unexpected encounters. Though it has flown away, its memory will linger as a reminder of the special moments we shared."

[blocdmagic]

closed starter: cecilia oliveria @coroahq​

location: sebastian and cecilia’s chambers

Sebastian had stood in front of his advisors doing his best not to laugh when they reported the rumors that his wife had been seen in an argument with the king of Sweden. He’d failed miserably and they tried to tell him that he needed to keep an eye on her. It was always so easy to tell them to shut up when they went off on her. She wasn’t a commoner anymore and they had to accept that. If she had something against a person, then who was Sebastian to say she had to? Despite not being born to rule she was good at it, and her life had forced her to be a good judge of character. 

He was elated when he stepped into their chambers, happy to find her sitting there. “I heard that someone got into an argument with the King of Sweden.” Placing his hands on her shoulders he kissed the top of her head. “My strong wife.” He was beaming. 

[coroahq]

Cecilia looked up from the documents she was reading, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes as Sebastian entered the chambers. She couldn't help but smile and blush at his words, appreciating the support and understanding he showed her. "Oh, you heard, did you?" she replied playfully, leaning back against his touch as he kissed the top of her head. "Well, rumors do tend to spread quickly, don't they?"

She turned her head to meet his gaze, her own eyes filled with affection. "But let's not focus on the argument itself. It was a mere difference of opinions, and I stood my ground, as I always do. I will not be silenced or intimidated, especially when it comes to defending what I believe is right." Cecilia placed her hand on top of Sebastian's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for your unwavering support, my love. It means the world to me. I may not have been born to rule, but I have learned to navigate this world with strength and determination. Together, we make a formidable team."

[folenferch]

When the Queen joined in his excitment, Felix could feel his smile widen, and his walls drop completely. It was rare to find another Royal that would actually enjoy something so simple. "Why thank you, Queen Cecillia. I might not be the strongest in my family, but I was known to wander off faster than most as a child." He mused, thinking back to his own childhood where the call of nature and silly adventures seemed to call him so easily.

When she spoke of her home, Felix felt as if he could picture it in his mind. "Oh yes, there is something about a farm that seems to be the same no matter what is in it. Chickens, pigs, cows....I mean I have even heard of far away countries where they have these fuzzy long necked horse like things called Llamas and they even have farms for them." He said with excitement. "It is like the farm animals know when you are comfortable with them."

[coroahq]

Cecilia listened attentively to Felix's words, a warm smile adorning her face. She found his enthusiasm and genuine appreciation for the simple joys of life quite endearing. "You're most welcome, Felix," she replied with a gentle nod. "Strength comes in many forms, and the ability to wander off and embrace the world with curiosity is a special kind of strength indeed. It's something to be cherished."

As Felix mentioned the various farm animals and the universality of their presence, Cecilia couldn't help but chuckle. "You're absolutely right," she agreed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Farms have this unique charm, regardless of the specific animals that inhabit them. From the chickens that strut around, the pigs wallowing in the mud, to the cows grazing lazily in the fields, they all seem to have a way of connecting with us, don't they?" She nodded in agreement at his mention of llamas, her curiosity piqued. "Llamas, you say? Fuzzy long-necked horse-like creatures? How fascinating!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine intrigue. "It seems there's always something new to discover, even within the world of farm animals. I'd love to see one of those someday."

[sangetfer]

Tanvir sighed. Pinching the bridge of his nose he had hoped a bathing chamber would be free to de-compress and melt the stressors of the day away but was confronted with a most awkward situtation eyes averting their gaze to the ceiling. "It was the desire to melt into my own bath but my god, Eleanora. Where are your attendants. I have successfully navigated one crisis after another but a swiss princess propositioning persons in the bath." Tanvir sighed "I do not mean to tell you have to live your life but while our home is used to house other countries in efforts for peace and cooperation I do not need to sned people into shock or - could you please cover with a towel. Can i get no peace in this house?"

[coroahq]

Eleanora, startled by her brother Tanvir's unexpected intrusion, quickly grasped a nearby towel and draped it around herself, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. She listened to his words, feeling the weight of his concerns and the strain of his responsibilities. "Tanvir," she began, her voice calm yet tinged with a touch of defiance, "I apologize for any discomfort my actions may have caused. My intention was never to shock or disrupt the peace within our home. I am aware of the importance of decorum and the need for discretion."

She took a moment to gather her thoughts, wanting to express herself clearly but also convey her own need for freedom and self-expression. "While our home may house diplomats and dignitaries from different lands, it is also my sanctuary, a place where I seek solace and the freedom to be myself. I understand the expectations placed upon us as members of royalty, but I also believe in embracing our own desires and passions within the boundaries of respect and propriety." Eleanora's gaze softened as she looked at her brother, her voice filled with earnestness. "Tanvir, I do not wish to cause you further distress or add to your burdens. I value your wisdom and guidance, and I assure you that I will be more mindful of my actions in the future. It was never my intention to compromise the sanctity of our home or tarnish our family's reputation."

[tcmpestas]

attendants had informed her of her sister’s whereabouts, and since amara rarely had an afternoon to herself these days (when beatrice tended to aurelia, amara would fall into a heap and catch up on much-needed rest), she had walked to the swiss wing and confidently entered nora’s private quarters. fast-approaching, self-assured strides until she stood near the edges of the tub, thick blanket of steam hazing the view so she blinked in the murky air until nora’s voice broke through the quiet. “what?” she blurted in dismay until words finished percolating into her understanding. “i’m going to need you to hand me the soap to expunge every trace of what you just said to me from my memory.” she said with an audible gag. “anyone could have walked in here. do you forget a danish princess was murdered in our halls not long ago? surely there are safer ways to indulge in forbidden pleasures than this.”

features twisting into a grimace, amara stepped forward and scooped up a handful of foam, blowing it directly into nora’s face. truthfully, she had no moral high ground whatsoever. months ago, she herself had meandered through the gardens at midnight with the man she know called her husband, fully aware of an elusive assassin at court and without a single guard in tow. the latter would have spoiled the thrill of it, after all.

she heaved an exasperated sigh and sat down on a low chair by the basin. “my daughter has been asleep for three hours and i don’t know what to do with myself.” she huffed. indeed, she had come a long way from roaming mazes in the dead of night. “if i wake her, she’ll be in a horrible mood for the rest of the evening. if i let her sleep, she’ll likely wake when maxim and i wish to sleep. and i miss her, even though i often find myself wishing she were asleep when she’s not. no one warned me it would be like this.”

[coroahq]

Nora blinked in surprise as her sister, Amara, burst into the room with a mix of dismay and exasperation evident on her face. The hazy steam of the bath made it difficult to see clearly, but Eleanora recognized the familiar tone of Amara's voice, a blend of affection and sarcasm. Amidst the foam blown into her face, Eleanora couldn't help but laugh, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. "Oh, Amara, you always know how to bring a dose of reality to any situation." She wiped the foam from her face and gestured for Amara to join her in the room, seeking solace in their sisterly bond.

As Amara settled on a chair by the basin, Eleanora's expression softened, her voice filled with understanding yet teased. "I apologize for my thoughtlessness, dear sister. You're right, we must be cautious and mindful of the dangers that surround us. Our recent history serves as a stark reminder."

She reached out and gently squeezed Amara's hand, a gesture of solidarity. "You've faced the challenges of motherhood with grace and courage, Amara. It is a journey filled with unpredictable moments and conflicting emotions. Just remember how our own mother managed to raise all of us." her voice gentle and reassuring. "You are a remarkable mother, Amara. You're doing an incredible job and your daughter is lucky to have you. Take this time for yourself, to rest and recharge. "

[f4rgd]

CLOSED STARTER - eleanora & bendhict. @coroahq

ben had always been good friends with nora but over recent months she'd been spending a little more time in the gardens and in turn he'd been keeping her company. he had not meant for his mind to stray, and given his past with the prince he should have known better than to have such thoughts. but he'd been unable to stop himself from feeling a certain way towards her. they hadn't spoken of it, but he'd caught himself smiling at her a little too long a little too often. he'd worked tirelessly and hoped she would come out to see him when he did. every time she did he'd have a flower freshly picked waiting for her.

he had intended to just be a friend, in fact ben had no intentions of finding romance or anything close to love with somebody again. but this had slowly worked its way inside of him. it wasn't yet love, but he had a fondness for her like no other.

the gardener had thought today would be like any other; she would appear and they would have a conversation, perhaps they'd even go for a walk like they sometimes did. however that isn't what happened when she appeared, instead she was already several steps ahead of him by the time he caught. " nora? " calling her by her nickname he did his best to walk quickly while trying not to draw too much attention. " nora, is something wrong?

[coroahq]

Eleanora glanced over her shoulder, her steps faltering as Ben's voice called out to her. The flowers adorning her hair swayed gently with her movements, their vibrant colors contrasting against her cascading braided French hair. She felt a mix of guilt and apprehension, knowing that she had unwittingly become entangled in a web of unspoken emotions. The Princess felt a surge of conflicting emotions as Ben called out to her. Part of her wanted to stop, to turn and face him, to let the words spill from her lips and express the depth of her feelings. But another part of her, a part guarded by apprehension and fear, urged her to keep walking, to shield her heart from potential pain.

She quickened her pace, feigning nonchalance as if she hadn't heard his plea. Her footsteps echoed on the cobblestone path, creating a rhythmic melody that matched the chaotic cadence of her thoughts. She willed herself to focus on the blooms around her, their vibrant colors a distraction from the tumultuous emotions churning within. A few moments passed, and with each step, her heart grew heavier. She couldn't ignore the flicker of longing in her own soul, nor could she deny the bond that had formed between them. Yet, the fear of the unknown, the possibility of unrequited love, held her captive in a delicate dance of hesitation.

She turned back towards him, her eyes narrowing with a mix of frustration and hurt. "Do you think I am blind, Ben? She took a few steps closer, her gaze piercing into his. "How long were you planning to keep this from me?" Her voice quivered slightly, a sign of the vulnerability she had been trying to hide. @todestr0y

[princeoconnor]

Photographer: Julian Ungano

[thoroughfxre]

of all of the monarchs that could have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, sigge was unfortunately not as familiar with the Portuguese royal family as he was with the others. he's heard the rumors from the country, and has not bothered to interact with them since. sigge has no use for unnecessary drama in his court, especially when he already had people in his own country that doubted his capability. he ruled with an iron fist, and if he wasted his time with Portugal, he'd be seen as a joke. "i'm glad your own personal agenda leads you so strongly, your majesty. if our actions reflect on our respective nations, i'm sure you can understand why i don't necessarily take yours seriously. i fought and killed for my throne, you had yours handed to you under the guise of true love. i will be going now. have a good rest of your day, your majesty."

[coroahq]

Queen Cecilia stood tall, her gaze unwavering as she listened to King Sigge's arrogant and dismissive words. Though she prided herself on her composure and diplomacy, there were times when even a queen had to stand up against such blatant disrespect. With a calm yet firm voice, she responded to his condescending remarks. "King Sigge, it is clear that you have formed an opinion of me and my country without taking the time to truly understand who we are and what we stand for. It is a shame that your ignorance has clouded your judgment."

She took a step closer, her regal presence radiating strength and dignity. "I may have obtained my position through marriage, but it does not diminish the responsibility I carry as the queen of Portugal. True love may have played a part, but do not mistake it for weakness. Love, compassion, and understanding are qualities that should be celebrated, not belittled." Cecilia's voice remained steady as she continued, her words laced with authority. "As for your claim of fighting and killing for your throne, I respect the challenges you may have faced, but let us not forget that leadership is not measured solely by conquests and bloodshed. It is also about fostering unity, compassion, and progress for our nations."

She paused briefly, meeting King Sigge's gaze directly. "Your dismissive attitude reflects poorly on your own leadership, as a ruler should never underestimate the power of diplomacy and respect. I had hoped for a meaningful exchange, but it seems that you have closed yourself off to any possibility of understanding." Turning away with grace, Cecilia held her head high. "I shall not waste any more of my time trying to engage in a conversation with someone who cannot see beyond their own narrow perspective. May you find enlightenment in your dealings with others, King Sigge." With that, she gracefully exited the scene, leaving the arrogant king to ponder the repercussions of his dismissive behavior.