Sophia plucked the string of a bow a servant had handed her at the Tsarina’s request. Fingers ran along the woodwork of the finely crafted weapon marveling at it for a moment. “Perhaps while we are here - one of us could propose a hunt. There are very few more exciting things then a hunt” She mused to herself. “It would give us all an excuse to spend a day outdoors if only to have a grand feast after the day’s activities were over.”
❛❛ i have never much favoured the hunt, but i do enjoy the ride ❜❜ , she murmured softly, hands neatly clasped about her body, as her cerulean eyes drifted over the petite woman. it was stiffling to spent countless hours indoors, but she found the barbaricness of a hunt unappealing. she did not have the stomach for such things. ❛❛ personally, i would prefer games in the gardens, or even a horse race. ❜❜
( emilia clarke, she, cisfemale ) HEAR YE, HEAR YE! Allow me to introduce MARGUERITE DE CLERMONT of ENGLAND. The 25 year old DUCHESS OF BUCKINGHAM is known to be TACTILE and CHARISMATIC, but rumors about court claim SHE can be FRIVOLOUS and INTEMPERATE when crossed. Only time will tell where their interests belong.
the second born daughter of jacqueline delacour & henri de clermont, was born in the heart of spring. fluttering eyelashes peeled back to reveal a set of mysterious azure eyes, which would later prove to be the entrapment of others. in her french home everything appeared to have the midas touch, her father was a prominent member of the french court, and was thus styled in wealth and glory to match the patronage which was received. all things glittered for young marguerite, and she learned very quickly to enjoy the fine things in life.
marguerite was far more clever than her two brothers, who loathed the fact. her father would only chuckle when she corrected ormond or argued with louis. she had a bold personality, and her mother would scold her any time that she threw herself into a passion. the young girl was often frustrated with the world and the people in it.
as a young woman, marguerite developed a fondness for poets, dancing and love affairs. she was often known to have a collection of letters from admirers, all citing love sonnets. her heart was not so easily caught, but she enjoyed the attention which she garnered from them. the french girl was always so careful, she collected men’s hearts and never gave them a piece of her own, she never even alowed them the taste.
her parents died suddenly, making her pig-headed brother a duc, as if he needed any more pampering. but he was keen to see her gone, and offered her hand to augustus belfour, and marguerite would rather have died than marry him. she was at court at the time, when she met the dashing young duke of buckingham, who was not at all like her odious intended. marguerite was careful no more. there were rumours that the duke was promised to another, but marguerite had learned a lot from the stories poets told and she knew how to get what she wanted.
england was different to her own country, but she liked it and her new husband. their marriage was something of a scandal, many said that they married quickly because she was with child, others said that she had bewitched him. but the title she had been granted kept her safe from the mutterings of nobodies.
mini hcs:
- marguerite is always well dressed. a lot of money is spent on gowns and jewels.
- she has a talent for languages.
- she can play the harp, but seldom does.
- likes to write poetry for her husband, but never gives it to him. she has a box full of them.
hello petals! i’m olivia and i look forward to roleplaying with you all! i am currently working on marguerite’s intro post, but i am going out for a meal, so it won’t be up until later. my dm’s are always open, so feel free to drop me a message if you wanna plot with my french-born, english duchess. once my intro is up, i’ll certainly be looking to plot with you all <3
