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gut yuntiff everyone !!! i hope you have a blessed day, and a sweet and happy new year!!! im going to be in and out of services all day, but i am just counting down till breaking the fast tonight !!!! if anyone wants to hmu for plots, id be glad to talk while im waiting !!!
hrhkatagnes:
The princess looked rather worse for wear as she sat draped over a chair in the great hall, too tired to even finish her meal. Straightening suddenly as she hear someone else enter, Katarzyna dabbed daintily at her mouth with a napkin before speaking, “Do forgive me, the journey from Poland to Switzerland is most tiresome.”
maximilian smiled at the princess draped over her chair, almost fast asleep at the table. he dipped his head as she addressed him, his own arms crossed behind his back. “ and i must greatly apologize for that, your highness. i am prince maximilian, prince of switzerland. my brother, our crown prince is currently in a meeting, and he is extremely sorry to not be the one to great you. “ his voice was only slightly strained as he said ‘crown prince’, but the swiss had to shove those feelings down. “ was your meal satisfying? “
russianregina:
The loud voice coming from within the room she walked by gave her pause. Someone, a male someone if the voice was anything to go by, was in distress and pain. The raised voice continued, and Tatyana decided to step into the room. The sight of the prince on the floor had been one she wouldn’t have expected. ❝ Your Highness, ❞ she said as she approached closer to him, leaving the door slightly ajar, ❝ are you in need of a physician? ❞
max froze as the queens voice broke through his gasps, and he whipped his head around to look at her. “ ah- “ he stammered, using his good arm to wipe at the single tear that fell. “ i, no thank you. i do not want them to find out i am in here, if that is understandable. “ the swiss explained, shifting his position on his knees so he was kneeling. “ how, how are you doing, your highness? “ he was using this conversation to ignore the throbbing joint, and he hoped the woman would not notice the pain on his face.
wxlngsatheart:
It wasn’t hard to find her brother after a little hint from Alwhin. From far away she could hear the sound of a sword against a target, uncontrolled and unsteady. Accompanied by the sound of heavy breaths and sighs. With everybody tending to the wounded or patching up their own wounds, it wasn’t hard to guess who was attempting practice.
Emiline froze near the entrance of the training room as cursewords broke through the walls and thick wood of the heavy door. The voice who uttered them unmistakably her brother’s. As the words got a little softer, the princess carefully opened the door. Not to make the door creak, she told herself, though in fact she was fearful of what she may find on the other side. Her brother had her back turned towards her, kneeling on the ground. Hunched forward, looking like a lost and broken boy she barely recognized for a moment. “Max…” she spoke his name quietly as she closed the door behind her. Her hands playing nervously with the fabric of her dress as she moved forward. “Bruder, you need to rest, please. This is madness.” the princess carefully placed her hand on her brother’s uninjured shoulder, a weak smile on her ever fair features.
max froze at the sound of his sisters voice, his breath actually stopping in his chest. he squared his shoulders, sitting a bit more straight up. emiline might be older, but she was a woman, and max had promised to protect his family. the prince wiped at his eyes quickly, before turning his head towards her. “ madness is a correct word for this situation. “ he admitted, before returning her smile. “ i am fine, schwester. no need to worry about me, how are you faring? “ max asked her, concerned for how she was doing.
he knew his emotions changed on a dime, but he had to put his family above how he was feeling at the moment. even with the turmoil and anger brewing inside of him, he could not reveal these emotions to his sister. only alhwin was privy to the darker, not friendly feelings currently residing in his heart.
would you be open to mia wasikowska as max's wc? she would be 18, the duchess of savoy, and perhaps she has had a slight crush on max from the time they've been spending time together in bern?
mia would be cool, but since she is 27, the youngest you could make her is 23 per the rules of the group !! also, i’m leaning more towards max looking for a princess, especially since now he isn’t the crown prince. i’m really sorry love ! i would totally love to explore a plot where she would have a crush on him though !!! :D
“ i name my wife, adela von kliest as queen regent till upon the age my son, peter johann landenberger reaches the age of twenty, whereby he will take the throne. “
this is the ugliest thing ive ever seen. max is sitting on his bed just sitting there hes in shock im in fucking shock i cant believe matthias gave max 3 things that just gonna guilt him and cause him a breakdown and peter got fucking cool ass rings
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She’d been allowed to leave the infirmary that morning on a promise that she would rest, but seeing as all she had done since the attack had been to lay in a bed, that was hardly about to happen. Anastasia had been looking for her guard so she could attempt a walk in the gardens, leaning on a ridiculous cane for support. Her side still ached from time to time. “I hardly think that’ll speed things along.” The Queen murmured, keeping her distance, still wary of men she did not know nor trust, especially those yelling at themselves in empty rooms. “There’s no use losing your patience with it. It will come back in time.”
max whipped his head around to face the person who walked into the room, his upset expression being covered by one that was much more frustrated. “ no one understands, i do not have time. “ he spat out, using his left arm to push himself to his feet. “ we do not know when we could be attacked again, either by those, pirates, or someone else who wants to take advantage of our current weakness. “ the prince bent down and picked up the sword, his expression changing into a grimace from the weight being added to his injured shoulder.
mclodramas:
a frown bloomed on the older man’s face. the truth of the matter was he didn’t have much of an answer for his son. he never would have an answer. all he could tell him was that life was cruel and complicated; that it never made much sense, whether you were 21 years old or 60 years old — life was life and it was more complex than anyone could hope to understand. matthias had only ever come close to its meaning when each of his children were born — when he first held emiline, matthias, peter and stéphanie, matthias had known; the meaning of life was to be the best father he could, protect his children like no one else could and give them the best possible life. ( but is that what max wanted to hear? that he didn’t have an answer — only that he knew he had to protect his children. that protect loved ones and family was the only constant one could hope to have? was that too much for his 21 year old self? )
“i do not know.” he whispered back, lips pressing together. he could feel another cough waiting to wrack his frame — but he had to protect max from that vision. “it does not matter. not now.” he shook his head slightly, and squeezed at his son’s hand. “what matters is family. you have to protect them, maximilian, since i — cannot.”
max could feel how weak his father was, how delicate the hand holding his own was. it was nerve wracking, to say the least, to see the man max had admired and acknowledged as so strong and unwavering to be lying in a bed, weak and dying. max almost could not bare it, that the idea that one day, and one day soon, his father would take his last breath, was unfathomable.
“ i promise, i’ll never leave any of their sides again. “ max’s statement was heavy, and it carried a lot of truth behind that was well, unspoken. he wished he could never leave his sisters and brother and mother’s sides again, but even with the lack of a named heir hovering above him, max knew he would one day have to leave the castle, or others would have to. they could stay together, but for how long was the question. “ you will be here to protect us until you are not, and even past that. your presence will forever linger in our halls, and make others wary of the power we hold. “
gcorgiana:
“ – cousin. ” georgiana’s soft voice called out across the room as she heard frustrated WORDS, pain much compared to her own. she was hurt physically, but she was sure the injury laid much deeper. they had both lost their fathers, so suddenly. and nothing would ever be the same again. “ you must allow yourself to heal, first. it won’t get better with shouting or cursing. do not worry, your skill won’t get lost. come and stand, try to hold it again. ” offering a hand and a sympathetic smile, the princess of prussia approached the fellow blonde. he looked much like her aunt, it was easy to see.
the swiss’s body twitched at the familial term, his head turning just slightly. he returned her smile, albeit his much more like a grimace, and wasn’t as bright as it used to be. max took her hand gratefully, and using his left in hers got back to his feet. “ i am just worried, that others will attack while we are at our weakest. some have died, many, if not most, are injured in some way. we could lose our castle, and others could lose their royalty. “ the prince voiced his concerns to georgiana, before allowing his eyes to leave her face and go towards the sword resting on the floor. “ i must not allow my skill to decrease, even with my injury. “
mislaidgentry:
his heart broke at how terrified max sounded– this was his fault. he never should have left max, regardless of his orders. “you know i will not leave you, maxie,” he promised quietly, fiercly, sliding his arm behind to wrap around max’s waist. he turned his head, pressing his face against max’s hair in silence. what more was there for him to say? he himself didn’t fully trust anyone outside of the royal family any longer, much less with max’s life.
“i’m sorry for scaring you,” he said after several heavy moments– he’d seen max’s eyes widen at his yell, how he’d flinched when alhwin had grabbed him. and he had felt bad about it, but how else could he handle max? what else was there to do? he couldn’t just watch him torture himself and stand by idly. “it was not my intent. i’ll do better.” he squeezed max’s hand, shifting to sink down on both knees and pull him closer; the solid, warm presence in his arms comforted him in a way simply seeing max safe could not.
the two of them sat there in silence for a few moments, max breathing heavily into the material of alhwins shirt. he was finding solace in the arm wrapped around him, the close vicinity the two of them were having was the only thing stopping him from allowing more tears being spilled. “ thank you. “ max whispered, not exactly sure what he was thanking the other for, but the statement carried weight. it was hard to allow it to pass his lips, as the prince never did like to admit vulnerability.
as soon as alhwin apologized himself max shook his head, pulling back just a slight amount so he could look at alhwin. “ you did nothing wrong, it is i who is too on edge. “ the prince paused as alhwin shifted to both knees, and he allowed himself to be pulled closer to the other. his own position wasn’t the most comfortable, but he knew that didn’t matter at the moment. “ you did the best you could, and then some. it was my foolish order that separated us, and that led to me receiving my, hindrance. “ the last word was spoken almost bitterly, almost spitting off of his tongue. “ you saved our little dove, and many others. that’s all i could ask for. “
mislaidgentry:
“this has gone on long enough!” alhwin cast a withering glare to the servant who had come in the door, sending them scurrying away with a small noise of alarm. he strode forward, kneeling at his prince’s side and grasping his wrist in an iron grip to prevent him from further injuring himself. “i’ve let you have your fun; you cannot hold a sword now, much less use one, and that is that!” his free hand reached up, swiping max’s tear away with his thumb before cupping his cheek with his hand. he lowered his voice, speaking in a more soothing tone. “the time will come where you can, max. trying too early will only frustrate you and leave you feeling helpless. look at me.” he tilted max’s face toward him, waiting until tear-bright eyes met his own before speaking, face soft in a way only few knew. “until the day comes that you can wield again, i will be at your side, just as i have always been. you are going to have to rely on me for your protection, whether you like it or not.” he lifted the hand he held, bowing his head and closing his eyes to kiss max’s knuckles and murmur against them. “do you not trust me to keep you safe, my prince? if you would prefer more men on your detail, i will make sure it happens. just please, stop hurting yourself because of my inadequacies as a guard.”
max’s entire body jerked as he heard alhwins almost booming voice, his entire posture tensing up in fear surprise. as the guard grabbed his wrist to stop him from hurting himself anymore, max had to very consciously stop himself from pulling it away from the other. even the familiar hand pressed against his face almost made the swiss wrench away from alhwin, but the tight grip the other had kept him grounded. his breathing was labored, and when his head was turned all max could do was stare. “ i can’t imagine a day where you aren’t next to me, whin. “ he whispered, eyes flickering from being trained on the guard, to the soft lips being pressed against his knuckles. “ no, no more men. “ max was quick to backpedal on the others statement, and he started to forcefully shake his head. “ i don’t, i can’t, trust anyone else in this castle anymore. even, even my fathers own men are untrustworthy. you are not. “ the prince turned his hand so it was holding alhwins, and he tilted his body so his forehead was resting against the others shoulder once he leaned forward. “ please don’t ever leave me. be by my side until G-d decides it’s my time. “ max whispered (and begged), his voice muffled by the material of alhwins shirt front.
leslibertins:
Not yet in a state to have recovered full functionality of his body, Alonso resorts to walking make his way around slowly but surely. There is weight to his walk, a slight limp that had been developed in favour of his damaged ribs. A blow to his pride, to be sure. He is not half as charming as he’d been weeks prior; failing to see much reason to produce one of his trademark smiles at anyone, even a familiar face. ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ The pirate spat, eyes throwing daggers at the prince as if he was no more than a stranger. He preferred to push away rather than keep close when at his lowest.
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max hadn’t seen the captain out and about in a few weeks, not since the doctor had him stuck on bed rest because of his ribs. the swiss should not be walking around as if nothing was wrong either, if the healing hole in his shoulder was anything to go by. “ i’m just surprised to see you walking, captain. i thought you would be in that bed until the day you perished. “ he retorted immediately, the cold-ness in the pirates voice only slightly jarring. “ how are your ribs faring? still bruised? “
whcspcring:
heavy shoes thudded down the corridor, stopping in their place when a series of unignorable curses spilled out from a closed door. upon opening it and seeing the distressed man crumple on the floor, it was evident something was the matter. “your highness?” it was not hard to recognize the swiss prince, he had learned the descriptions of many royals through whispers and his own inquiries. of course, he never expected to meet the future king of switzerland in such a state. “your shoulder is it? it will need time to heal and strengthen, this may only put more stress on the injury.”
his head jerked upwards when he heard a voice address him, and max let out a weak laugh. “ bullshit. “ his voice was strained, and the prince turned his head to look at who had walked into the room. he did not immediately recognize the man, but by the way he carried himself (and the clothing he was currently wearing) he was not one of common birth. “ what i need is to strengthen it, so i will be ready if this happens again. “ max’s tone was venomous, hatred for himself getting injured almost dripping through his voice.
mclodramas:
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the sight matthias paints is a horrible one. laid out in his bed, it is clear of only one thing — he is dying. nowadays, he spends more time asleep than awake, trying to fight off whatever is in his system that seems to so determined to rob him of life. energy is low, his appetite is non-existent. he only desires to spend time with his children and his wife. ( there are the darker parts of his illness of course. coughing up blood, night sweats and a madness that lurks around the edges. but matthias fights to keep these realities from his children. they are about to loose a father, they do not need to know how violent it is. )
“max, my boy,” matthias rasped, his hand held out delicately to his eldest son. ( so much like him when he was younger; blonde hair, playful eyes, smile never too far from his lips. who was it that said in the end you begin to think about the beginning? ) “i am glad you came.”
he was standing near the door, trying to be as quiet as he could, when max heard his father speak out towards him. the prince let out only a small gasp of surprise, before walking forward and kneeling down next to his father. taking his hand, max rested his forehead against the edge of the mattress, basking in the presence of his father. he knew that matthias was dying, that at any moment the breath he was taking could be his last, but he did not want to think about it. did not want to revel in the unfairness of their situation.
there was still so much he had to learn from the older man, so much for them to experience together. max needed matthias to be there when he got married, to walk emiline down the aisle at hers, to hold any of theirs first child, to be there for dozens more of stéphanie’s birthdays, but he was being robbed of all that. “ why is this happening to us, father? “ he asked, his voice almost a whisper.
he gasped in pain as the sword he was holding clattered to the ground, the noise reverberating throughout the empty room. max fell to his knees, his left hand curled around his right shoulder, as if the vice-like grip would stop the throbbing pain. “ fuck. “ he gasped out, trying to fight back the tears that he was threatening to spill. “ damn it, damn it, damn it! “ the prince was starting to yell louder, and the painful grasp changed into a fist, and he angrily punched his shoulder. “ G-d damn it! work you stupid shoulder! don’t be a fucking imbecile, and work! “ the prince did not even hear the door behind him open, not over his painful yells. his voice dropped to a whisper, and he finally let a single tear fall. “ why can’t you work anymore? “
ofguardedcrowns:
Jehan found himself sitting outside in the sunshine, his cloth shirt hanging low, showing off the long, harsh gash across his chest in an attempt to air it out. “We were fools to think the fighting was over, it appears.” He nodded, a small, slightly sad, sigh leaving his lips. “It would also seem there isn’t enough alcohol in the world to fix this. I suppose I must say goodbye to sleep forever now.” The king shrugged, a bitter laugh adding to the conversation.
“ there must be other ways to ignore your worries, your highness. “ max admitted, sitting down next to the king. “ though, with the faster pace the castle is consuming alcohol, it seems many, like yourself, are turning to alcohol to work through them. “ the prince had his own bandages wrapped around his chest, though they were generally around his right shoulder. “ are your wounds healing well? “
ofguardedcrowns:
Kazan stood above a body of a pirate, pistol in hand before he threw it behind him, deemed useless with it’s lack of gun powder. Rolling the body over with his foot, he grabbed the dagger and rapier out of their holds and tucked the former into his trousers. Grabbing a small flask out of the pouch attached to his waist, he took a long swig of the liquor and held it out to the stranger. “You gonna stand there or are you going to do something?” He grumbled, wiping some blood off of his forehead.
max had watched the entire fight untold, alhwin’s his own sword gripped tight in his hand. the hilt and build was familiar to his own, but just slightly smaller to accommodate for alhwin’s shorter height. he was shocked out of his reprieve when the man spoke, and he pulled the weapon up so it protected him. “ of course, who do you think i am? “ his voice was surprisingly calm, and max only eyed the flask warily. “ is now the time to drink? “