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* afet abdul / melisa pamuka : sultana of turkey ( intro ) * blanca bonaparte / eva de dominici : queen of spain ( intro ) * amara saengkaew / davika hoorne : lady - in - waiting of thailand ( intro ) * sahari badi neé soloman / greta onieogou : queen of egypt & princess of ethiopia ( intro ) * priyanka sharma l / charithra chandran : princess of the mughal empire ( intro )
love had never been a virtue quite taught to haspira, certainly not by blood nor marriage, but instead found within the realm of secrets && shadow. in this realm is where laws defied existence, and life felt worth living; in this realm, existed afet. lowing her chin in matched respect, haspira couldn't deny the thrill that shivered down her spine at the mere closeness of the sultana. with calculated movements, her own hand went to adjust her silken skirts, brushing the back of her fingers against afet's own in such a discreet touch, it shouldn't have sent warmth crawling over her body. " not in the slightest, quite to my delightful, in fact. " she answered cheerfully. " in fact, i was just thinking of a stroll to the outer gazebos, if you were in the mind for some light exercise. " and a chance to slip away, out of sight...
the brush of haspira's fingers against her own was enough to cause goosebumps to crawl upon her forearm ; the hair on the back of her neck standing on end . despite the butterflies that decorated the ethiopian gardens , haspira's beauty was the only thing that could captivate afet's attention . . . the world blurring around them . swallowing , the sultana turned her body ever so slightly to face her sister - in - law lover . " you know what else we could see at the outer gazebos ? the butterflies coming in . or at least , those are the murmurings i've been hearing . besides , the gardens would be way to crowded . . . it would be nice to view them privately . "
open starter ›› ft. parvati sharma. when: during the butterfly migration status: accepting replies
wherever she looked butterflies of various colors surrounded her. it felt like a scene from a dream; one parvati wished she could remain within forever. eyes pointedly ignored the groups of people walking together, but for a few fleeting moments, the first in quite some time, she didn't as alone. she had the butterflies. with her hand extended, surprise washed over her when one of the butterflies landed in her palm. its wings opened and closed but it didn't flutter away. not even when footsteps approached. ❝ beautiful, no? ❞ her gaze remained on the butterfly, unaware who she was speaking to. ❝ according to what i've read, this one is quite rare. ❞
BUTTERFLIES . . . they were everywhere . landing on the princess , staring at her with their little . . . beady eyes . the woman had an issue with all insects — no matter how beautiful they were , they were still BUGS . but , nonetheless , they were still delicate creatures & priya would treat them as such . pressing her lips together , the princess bared her teeth to her sister — a tilt of her head following as she spoke through her baring . " yes , very . . . very beautiful . " she twitched slightly , feeling a tickle at her leg . " i — i think one has fluttered up my dress & i do know the . . . consquence of smashing one of God's innocent creatures . . . "
open starter: ( 2 / 5 )
location: base of simien mountains
not quite strange that simpler garb could allow her camouflage. when one could keep their head bowed and walk with purpose, the noise of the every day provided deflection. and when an event as grand as this gathering occurred --- even better.
şenay takes one deep breath after another. the mountain range looms somewhere past her sight; all she sees before her is the path curling ahead. solace from the festivities; an escape from her family.
and yet, they look behind. always, always looking behind. and their eyes lock on another's, gaze widening. a soft "oh" drops from her lips, hands clenching at her sides.
priya had no idea how far she had run . the laughter that escaped from her lips echoed through the base of the mountains . the princess had managed to swipe a feathered hat from one of the many nobles milling about the castle . plopping the hat atop her own head , priya's giggles calmed ; face falling the moment she saw the other . " oh — forgive me . i hadn't the slightest idea this area was already occupied . didn't mean to frighten you if i did . "
𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 — sahari & ( accepting 0/3 )
location : the simien mountains
time : during the butterfly migration
" aren't they just absolutely beautiful ? " the egyptian queen hummed , doing a child - like spin in her dress . this was a time that sahari always looked forward to . there was beauty , innocence in the flutter of a butterfly that she always found extraordinarily . . . inspiring . falling to her knees , she giggled as she continued to look up at the colorful creatures fly by ; hands moving to her cheeks as she let out a dreamy sigh . " apologies for my outburst . i just LOVE seeing this . if only it could be every year , not just every worse-some five . "
𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒 | | | . . . 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑰 𝑩𝑨𝑫𝑰 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑔𝑦𝑝𝑡
˖ ࣪ . { greta onieogou , 35 , cisfemale , she/her } We are so glad to see you safe, QUEEN SAHARI BADI NEÉ SOLOMAN of EGYPT! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are FAMILY ORIENTED and OUT-GOING enough to handle it. Just don’t let your IMPULSIVNESS bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU ARE AN IMPOSTER PRINCESS , SWITCHED AT BIRTH AFTER THE REAL SOLOMAN PRINCESS PASSED AWAY .
⸻ ❛ 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 dossier
𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 — afet & ( accepting replies : 2/3 )
location : near the library ( one of the many at fasil ghebbi )
time : after the grand breakfast
as a young sultana , afet would always keep her nose in a book — learning from her tudors about different parts of the world ; some she may never see & one , who's palace she is standing in . her fingers flipped through the aged pages , stained with years worth of finger prints of those wishing to seek out the knowledge of whatever contents lied between those bound pages . a sigh escaped the woman's nose as she placed the book back , taken aback by the scripture ; hunting for something in , if not turkish , at least in arabic . blowing a raspberry from between her lips , afet settled on shakespeare's writings ; something to at least keep her entertained . she was rounding a corner of the book bay before stopping in her tracks when she ran into another . " pardon me — " the book she was holding had fallen at their feet ; finally bending down to pick it up . " — better a book than a hot kettle of coffee , yeah ? "
𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 — mariam ( @espionisms )
location : sitting room ( fasil ghebbi )
time : after the grand breakfast
there's a saying as old as time : keep your friends close , but your enemies closer . is that why blanca sent an invite to the ortiz castle for tea with mariam ? ABSOLUTELY . she couldn't trust the fellow queen as far as she could throw her , which wouldn't be very far to begin with . the tea kettle was placed on a center saucer , two matching porcelain cups sat on either side of the low table . as much as she would hate to admit it , both she & mariam were after a common goal : unification of their beloved spain . yes , the ortiz family tried their absolute best to make sure the bonapartes went EXTINCT . but blanca's ferocity refused to let that happen .
her eyes set on the fellow queen , a smile that hid cruel intentions etched upon her face as she greeted the other with a subtle nod & an extended hand toward the opposite seat . " surprised to know you accepted my invite . thought it would take more than just a letter trimmed in gold to get you here . "
It was Maceon who captured her childish affection first. But it is Blanca whom she weathered the storm with. The eldest sister hummed patiently as she cried over Maceon's death and the poor state of her hand-me-down dresses. The very same who spearheaded the Bonaparte's rise back to the top, and Elena back in fine fashion. She owed her everything, yet Maceon lingers on her head... Bonaparte loyalists cared for blood, not merit. Everyone knows who the first born son is.
"I am not fond of them." Elena answers back with a crinkle of her nose. Honestly, they smelled foul. Depositing herself on a nearby bench with a liquored goblet in hand, she squints at her older sister. "Is it wise to stand so close given your... Condition?" She supplements, with a touch of concern. Smirking, she adjusts her hair. "You know I am adaptable. I all but made Maria Ortiz weep." At least, that's how she'll choose to remember it. "Made a few allies. Broke a few hearts. The usual." Elena boasts, oversharing to keep from speaking of Maceon's return.
blanca , despite what she may tell people , thought very little of her elder brother after his . . . passing . as she held her sister as she cried over maceon , there was a stoic expression on the woman's face — the immense hate she felt for him to leave the two of them to fend in their position . but such hatred fueled her rise to the top — determined to bring the bonaparte name back into its rightful place in the light . how can one be loyal to a man whom abandoned them ?
a chuckle fell from the queen's lips as she ushered the handler along . only in the presence of her sister did she feel comfortable enough to cradle her growing stomach . " the giraffe is one of the more gentle animals here . " the woman hummed , a slight shake of her head before taking a seat next to her sister . " made an ortiz weep & breaking hearts ? how diabolical of you , my dear . " there was sarcasm in her response . " i hope with this allies you've made , they pose as a resource for our cause . " blanca's eyes stayed honed in on elena , reaching over to remove the goblet from her grasp ; gently , eyes still on every inch of her face . " anything else you'd like to disclose ? " she asked swishing the liquor back & forth .
NADIA MORALES in S02E12 AT LONG LAST
𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 — arayna ( @flcralhaze )
location : queen's chambers ( thai castle )
time : after the grand breakfast
" truly , sister — you have outdone yourself . " the woman hummed as she adjusted her elder sister's corset in front of the mirror . a slight grunt & some elbow grease was all it took to weasel her sister's waist together . " — even i wouldn't be able to pull off this piece . " she smiled to her in their reflection ; placing , finally tying her skirt at the nape of her back . " although . . . have to say , it's not fitting like i did several weeks prior . don't tell me you've been indulging in the sweets without me ? "
open starter ›› ft. kaito toshiko. where: the menegerie status: accepting replies
never before had kaito seen such a wide array of flora and fauna in one location. illustrations depicting ethiopia and other african nations had often been full of colors, and now he saw with his own eyes why. having stepped away from the main banquet, the emperor relished in the peace the menegerie embodied. a small herd of zebra and gazelle grazed only a few feet away, beyond them stood giraffes. one of his hands shielded his eyes from the sun so he could watch a flock of birds fly across the sky. ❝ i understand why the solomans have protected this place so fiercely, ❞ he whispered to himself.
" quite . i would expect nothing less from the ethiopian royal family . besides , they have their menageries to protect . " the woman hummed , only to bow out of respect once she realized whom she was directly speaking toward . " pardon my . . . improper greeting , your majesty . take the lady out of court , suddenly she forgets all her manners . " an awkward string of laughter . that was . . . a wildly poor attempt at a joke on amara's part . clearing her throat , amara's eyes squinted as she looked up at the sun . " as sweltering as thailand can be , i have never had to deal with direct sunlight in this manner . perhaps it shall do something for my pale complexion . "
𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 — elena ( @thenxghtwemxt )
location : the menagerie
time : after the grand breakfast
the menagerie had oddly become one of blanca's favorite places among the grounds . perhaps it was her soft spot for animals that made her a frequent visitor to the section . her hand lifted toward that of a giraffe — expertly handled by a tamer . the gentleness of the animal was not a trait that the queen herself possessed . . . the opposite of gentle she needed to be at times . well , most of the time . that's what one needs to do in order to secure their crown from those ready to pry it from her head .
" lovely aren't they ? " blanca hummed toward her dear younger sister . the two of them having grown close over the years , even closer in maceon's absence . " could you imagine having one of these beasts roaming around our home . . . extraordinary . " she chuckled , taking a beat . " now , how have you been adjusting to fasil ghebbi ? well , i hope . "
open starter ›› ft. malaika soloman. when: the morning of the grand breakfast status: accepting replies [ 3 / 5 ]
snakes both docile and venomous had been willingly permitted entrance into fasil ghebbi, and one couldn't know what classification each of the faces surrounding her belonged to. not yet anyway. beneath queenly visage lingered her distaste over welcoming so many into her home, kept at bay with the reminder that this was necessary. for peace, for vengeance - both entwined together in her mind. mal wore a warm smile without faltering as she approached one of the guests. ❝ i hope your family and you have settled in well and are enjoying the breakfast. ❞ sincerity wasn't false. her pride in and love for the palace knew no bounds, and she hoped the guests would see it as she. ❝ if there is anything at all you require, don't hesitate to let us know. ❞
& shantipriya along with the rest of the bhati clan had been the den of venomous snakes that had been released upon the grounds of ethiopia's beloved fasil ghebbi . but , why bare fangs so soon ? there was plenty to see & plenty of alliances to create . . . or destroy — repair perhaps ? the queen was in conversation with another nobleman before being approached by queen malaika . a courteous bow before a forced smile made its way across the woman's features . " queen malaika , might i say it is an absolute honor to be in the presence of your beautiful home . " shanti began , clearing her throat as she stood up straight . " everything has been well above standard . you do know how to make even the smallest of nations feel welcomed . "
Who: open
Where: Fasil Ghebbi Gardens
Hisashi was frozen in place, standing in awe of the sights in front of him. Blocking the pathways he could not force his feet to move, could not maintain the careful facade he had carefully built up.
Maybe it was ok to let his mask slip. Just for a small while.
“Three years ago I had never left the shores of Japan.” Hisashi said in explanation. He was terrified of appearing too green, too naïve to the wonders of the world around him. “Now I live in Europe, I have spent significant time in South Asia, and I stand on East African soil. I cannot help but feel blown away by it all.”
He considers a moment, “This is how I know that who ever did this is one of…” you “us. There is a grandness to it all. A wastefulness, that those who do not exist within our bubble would never undertake.”
how many side eyes can one give before their sockets begin to strain ? just listening to the french makes the woman's head begin to pound . " one of us ? " amara responded in a droll tone . " as beautiful as east africa is , i will find great pleasure to when i am back in thailand . " spoken like a true homesick hermit . she stopped for a second , tilting her head in curiosity . " now . . . exactly what did you mean by one of US ? for all you know , i could be a lowly wet nurse whom has overstepped a boundary . " she narrowed her eyes on the man , leaning a bit closer . " wouldn't that be a turn of the tide . . . "
𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 — parvati ( @flcralhaze )
location : the mughal quarters
time : after the grand breakfast
since arriving at the solomon family's fasil ghebbi , shantipriya has been feeling . . . less open - hearted than the rest . perhaps any enemy of an enemy would feel that way . but , she had to make due . smile in the face of those she could barely trust to water her garden . isn't that the saying ? keep your friends close , but your enemies closer ? which is exactly why she's decided to go through her betrothal to parvati . besides , what's the strength of a queen without someone by her side ?
the finishing touches were added to her garment for the day before making her way through the mughal's temporary palace . her eyes fell on that of someone all too familiar as a smirk adorned her lips . " is my betrothed avoiding me ? can't help but think you are seeing as though i barely caught a glimpse of your face these past few days . "
Who: open
Where: Fasil Ghebbi Gardens (the night before the Grand Breakfast)
Kekoa and his family had arrived late the night before. In the past Kekoa would have been the one settling arrangement, arriving ahead to scout locations, ensure safety, plan to maximize the impact of the royal family’s arrival. Now he was the one being shepparded around. A prized possession without all the information he needed.
An unwilling King.
He knew the day ahead would be chaotic. Events and mingling. Familiar and unfamiliar faces all melding together. He should be resetting in preparation. Instead it was 2am and he was wandering the grounds. The sound of footsteps behind him broke him out of his musings.
“I have always struggled to sleep in new places. As a child, I think I was just too excited for what lay ahead. Now, I suspect, it is more that my body yearns for home.”
whatever genes this child was already beginning to formulate , she could only pray that her heir would not inherit her severe case of insomnia . she could not blame the heat — for spain had sweltering summers as well . & she could not blame homesickness . . . but she could blame the churn in her lower abdomen keeping her up til the wee hours of the night . wrapping her shawl around her shoulders , she slowly snuck out of the northern spanish quarters ; opting to walk guard-less through the sleepy gardens .
her free hand fell to her stomach , rubbing back & forth to soothe the churn . how long can she hide the consequence of her philandering ? her eyes squinted as she finally found that she was not alone . . . keeping her distance , careful not to alarm . only until kekoa invited her in for conversation , she would respond . " yearns for home . . . " she repeated , a slight chuckle . " are the southern spaniard flags not enough ? "
