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SOREN MAGNUSSEN; KING OF DENMARK

intro // visage // inspo // starters

VICENTE JARA; QUEEN’S GUARD OF SWITZERLAND

intro // visage // inspo // starters

ROBERT STUART; KING OF SCOTLAND

intro // visage // inspo // starters

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grandqueens​:

Fingers tapping errantly against her arm, Valeska turned to look over her shoulder at her guard before her eyes wandered to the door. With all the guests gathered in Switzerland, only in her rooms did she feel unobserved and not she couldn’t guarantee that she was safe. But that was Vicente’s job.

“I am tired. Very much so.” She sighed, willing to show weakness to him if to no one else. Hands pressing flat against her stomach, Valeska tried to think of how long she would be free before someone would come searching for her, but the truth was there never seemed to be enough time lately. Still, she moved decisively towards him, arms going up to wrap around his neck as she buried her face into his chest.

Sometimes it felt as though he breathed her schedules as his own. If he was to protect her, he needed to know where to find her, what trouble she might be causing, and even if he didn't know the strain of performing for more than a dozen leaders, he could see the signs of it on her face. He liked to think they were hidden except for him, but he wouldn't ask.

Instead Vicente wrapped his arms around Valeska and sighed, chin finding its way to the top of her head. It seemed there was little chance for peace to be had, and that the loss of the plague had only invited a new kind of chaos in their midst. "And will you make excuses so you can rest tonight?"

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dvalitycfprcmise​:

alastair walked out of his room, yawning a bit. bean was usually a morning person, but, he was so restless the night before he hardly slept. it was weird being the last to wake out of his family. he had hardly noticed his father in the room until he went to get him some water. he jumped slightly when he finally noticed him. “good morning father,” he fixed himself before looking around to see if someone else was in the room too. if he was honest he had always been nervous with his father since finding out about his soon-to-be sibling.

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"Ah, good morning." There were times when Robert thought perhaps it would have been best to leave the children safely at home, with the exception of perhaps Andrew who would one day take his throne. Sorcha should have been left behind as well, most likely, pregnant and miserable as she was, but instead they were all there, family past and future, and time needed to be made. "Surprised you're not already out and about." In the back of his mind, he thought of the plague rumours, which was silly of him. Everyone had a late start from time to time.

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Hayden Christensen as Lorenzo Virgin Territory (2007) dir. David Leland

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Javier Peña™

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"Are you worried about being attacked, your majesty?" Closing the door firmly and making sure it was secure, there was as much chance for honestly in that moment as their ever was, something that was becoming more and more rare with all the guests around the queen, needing her time, demanding her attention.

While Vicente found it offensive that the soldiers of the castle had somehow missed an assassin, he was equally irritated at the way so many of the visiting royals seemed to think they were at liberty to make demands of the queen, as if she was lessen than them despite being a royal twice over. "You look tired." @grandqueens​

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While Soren wasn't putting much stock in the rumors and thought that they were a case of things growing more exaggerated and desperate down the line, he still wished that they could go home. He hadn't wanted to attempt the summit in the first place and other than putting in time at a party, Soren wasn't exactly sure what they had accomplished.

Other countries knew they were still alive, he supposed there was that, but he didn't like the cost of it - extra guards as if their own troops weren't better, and their people being questioned like they weren’t loyal. Hence going to Julian. "Do you think one of us would be allowed to sit in on the questioning? I don't want to make it see as thought we have anything but full faith in our people." @ofdynasts

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reginamater​:

Her eyelids closed as she reclined back against her seat, a heavy sigh passing her lips. God above, she wanted all of this to be over - her disagreement with her husband, the precarious situation of her friendship with Sorcha and the bloody mess in Switzerland; had someone tried to kill a fellow queen? Were the rumours of the plague true?

Holding onto the armrests of the chair she force herself to stand upright, reopening her eyes as she began to walk towards Robert. “ Please, tell me if the plague proves to be true we’re leaving. We’ll be safer back at home. “ She spoke softly, as if afraid someone would overhear her - her usual confidence lacking in her exhaustion.

"Of course we'll leave. Truthfully, I don't even know what we're still doing here." He could have sworn he even heard someone accosting the queen of Switzerland and saying they needed to be put under curfew, as if they were simple children and not rulers who had guided their people through the plague and other natural disasters - some with better skill than others.

But in truth, he agreed with Isabella, they would be safer at home, he would feel better if they were at home, and he reached out to her slowly. "Come here, darling?" He offered, unsure if the gesture would be welcome, but understanding her worry exactly since they had already almost lost one child to the plague and were not in a rush to repeat the experience so far from home.

[hayden-christensen]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN @ Tokyo Comic Con | November 25, 2022

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cfscotlands​:

it   was   not   as   if   alba   was   avoiding   her   father.   it   was   just   …   she   was   not   seeking   him   out.   she   knew   he   was   busy,   maybe   too   busy.   and   maybe   she   was   a   little   bit   hurt.   she   knew   he   had   affairs,   and   sometimes   her   mother   too   but   never   before   had   there   been   a   pregnancy   involved,   alba   could   see   the   hurt   behind   her   mother’s   eyes.   and   in   return   that   hurt   alba.   she   didn’t   want   to   see   her   mother   upset.   and   perhaps   she   was   acting   like   a   teenager,   but   alba   needed   to   come   to   terms   with   it.   at   her   own   pace.   she   knew   mistresses   where   common,   but   it   felt   different   now.     alba   needed   to   get   her   emotions   in   place,   accept   the   fact   she   was   getting   a   younger   sibling   and   move   on.   

of   course   alba   went   to   the   stables,   it   was   where   the   princess   did   all   of   her   imporant   thinking.   and   suddenly   alba   had   a   lot   to   think   about.   she   had   been   pushing   and   pushing   her   emotions   back,   over   the   jouney   to   switzerland,   the   first   weeks,   the   announcement   from   her   father   of   her   bethrothal,   an   attempt   on   another   royal’s   life   and   now   the   plague   might   be   back?   it   was   too   much.   she   had   her   pity   moment,   and   she   was   more   than   happy   her   father   had   come   many   minutes   after   her   crying   session.   now   if   only   the   horses   kept   her   secret.   

she   looked   up   hearing   her   father’s   voice,   a   small   smile   came   to   her   lips   and   her   face   lit   up.   she   might   be   upset   but   she   still   loved   getting   attention   from   him,   and   knowing   he   cared   about   her.   she   nodded,   turning   her   gaze   back   to   the   mare   and   petting   her   soft   nose.   “so   much,”   she   whispered,   and   then   clearing   her   throat.   she   looked   back   to   her   father.   “what   are   you   missing   from   scotland   right   now,   father?”

You weren't supposed to have favorites, and yet it wouldn't be wrong to say that most of the Scottish court would easily admit that Robert doted on Alba more than he ever did her brothers. It wasn't that he loved his sons any less, but Robert found it easier to understand his daughter, even if at the same time he would admit that sometimes he didn't understand her at all. It seemed as thought lately that Robert had a harder time than ever before at understanding the women around him, but it didn't mean he wasn't still there.

"Oh, several things." The words came out with a sigh, and Robert tipped his head back in thought as he twisted one of the many rings on fingers. Inside his mind, he was back in Scotland, dancing with Isabella in front of a fire, telling Sorcha a story from the court that evening as she laughed over cider. He was watching his daughter race on a horse fast enough to look like she was flying, and watching his sons down the hall, noticing all the little ticks they'd gained from their parents, adoring of the way they carried on.

"I think..." He started out slowly, walking further into the stable to be closer to Alba, "That what I truly miss is simply our lives back home. That's where we're known. I miss the simple little details, the small comforts. Favorite chairs and familiars views." Which was strange, as Robert usually loved to be entertained, but life was changing irrevocably soon thanks to Alba's betrothal and Sorcha's pregnancy - both things he was responsible for.

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reginamater​:

“ No, female performers aren’t given the same luxury and praise as male ones do at court. We, in turn, earn the favour of the people and their love for more composing and playing music far more appealing to their tastes. “ Lixue explained with ease, not once faulting Vicente for being unaware of the cultural differences and traditions of her homeland. It allowed her to go on blending in as nothing more than a performer who knew the ins and outs of her profession in the Empire.

“ Hua Lixue, “ she introduced herself in return, “ I’m no lady. I’m a simple singer and musician. “ Lixue said in her fakely sweet tone, brushing away any lack of titles - and she liked it that way to avoid drawing extra attention on her, or worse, forbid her from carrying on both jobs. Ah, Vicente was tasked with watching over the Queen yet here he was serving as her guide, a most curious development. “ Your King is generous and courteous, if he goes to such lengths to keep everyone pleased during our stay in his palace. “ 

Humming, Vicente nodded to show that he'd been listening, and he had a moment to wonder if the strict divide applied because of gender to multiple professions or just those of entertainers. He wasn't going to interrogate the woman, but he was glad for the king's sake that she hadn't refused him out of some sense of propriety. Did this mean it was the first time that her own ruling family would be seeing her perform? What a thought that was.

"Seems I keep saying one wrong thing after another with you." A slight twitch of the corner of Vicente's mouth gave away that it was a self-deprecating jest. Better to give a woman too much respect than too little, after all. "Having unhappy guests doesn't make for good relations. Was anyone expecting a rude welcome?" It was still said casually, but Vicente did want to know her answer, to see if perhaps she would let slip some rumor she'd heard, although she seemed far too polished to reveal anything so easily.

[diademic]

sundrunked​:

closed for soren magnussen / @diademic​​ !

“we should consider adjusting the schedule of our guards.” einar crossed his arms as he spoke to his elder brother, expression sterner than his usual blank neutrality. “we are well prepared, but there is truth to the rumors of the attempt on the dutch queen’s life.” he knew that better than almost anyone outside of the dutch themselves. close as he was with hendrik, he had personally volunteered to help his friend protect his wife & search for the attempted killer. as much as he knew his siblings & mother could defend themselves, he thought it necessary to ensure they didn’t have to in the first place.

"You think we're being watched?" Obviously if someone could sneak their way through the castle to attack a queen, they had to be observant and skilled at infiltration, although Soren did have to wonder how skilled of a fighter they truly were if the Queen managed to live. Unless, of course, it was just a scare tactic, or a way to give a message. It wasn't a situation that Soren knew enough about to make a judgement call on, but Einar's military experience meant that he was more than happy to listen to his suggestions. "Do you know something about what happened? All that I've managed to hear of is rumor, nothing reliable."

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royalrites​:

After the confining events of the plague, Dante considered himself to be closer to some of the staff than he would have been otherwise, and Vicente Jara, as the guard of his wife, was certainly an example of making an unexpected friend out of someone he might have otherwise not have spent much time with, which meant that Vicente trusted him with certain tasks that perhaps his job didn’t cover.

“As a sign of thanks for attending, we’ll be gifting jewels to some of the visiting royals. The Queen knows which, I’d like for the pair of you to go collect them.” It should have been done sooner, but of course there was always something that had to go awry.

Having spent more than five years as the Queen's bodyguard, time spent with her was something Vicente was used to, and yet sometimes still Vicente had moments where he realized there was the opportunity to be alone with the queen and could only think 'Is it really that easy?'

Head turning to find the Queen across the room, Vicente looked at her for only a moment before cutting his eyes back at the king, trying to guess just how much time there would be before he started looking for them both. "Of course, your Majesty." He finally said, bowing his head. "I'll go to her immediately." Perhaps she would know when the king planned to do his little gift exchange, and just how quickly they'd need to hurry.

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ofdynasts​:

“Very tactful.” Actually, it was blandly polite, a non-answer that refused to comment either on their own worth or those around them, and Renaud didn’t believe for a moment that the young King was incapable of thinking of something he considered his home to excel at, or envied another for being capable of. What unexpected hesitancy, but then, a good warrior knew when to attack and when not to, didn’t they?

“I’m sure many have expressed this sentiment, but allow me to say it once more. I look forward to finding a way to exchange skills with you as we all recover from the terrible events of late.” Inclining his head, it was a dismissal as much as it was a farewell, mostly to see if the other king would leave first, despite Renaud being the one to intrude.

"Of course. It's why we're here, aren't we?" Actually, that was not at all why Denmark was there and if Soren could have convinced enough people to let him get out of it, they wouldn't be there at all. He would much rather be home with his family than surrounded by people he didn't know and didn't trust, and therefore didn't have any intentions of making alliances with unless he absolutely had to.

Twirling his sword, Soren felt a moment of awkwardness before clearing his throat. "I should get back to my training, if you don't mind." Was it rude to try hurrying along the French king? Maybe, but he had been busy.

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[christensensource]

Hayden Christensen being  babe as always.