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friedrich konrad luxemburg. twenty nine. prince of germany. affiliated with thecrownshq.

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 - ̗̀ ❝ anneliese

( ☼*°*. ) → distance had softened her recollection of friedrich ─ the boy he had been and the man he’d grown into had been distant memories that were only brought forward from the deepest corners of her mind whenever she thought of anton. she had forgotten the bright b u r n of his gaze, ever blaming and unfaltering, a whisper of an accusation never said but constantly felt, weighing down upon her neck. it was immediate, the lowering of a dark cloud atop her head, guilt twisting at her belly and filling her mouth with something sour. instinct would have her doubt the sincerity of his words, echoes of her twin tickling at her lips, begging to be formed into something vicious and biting in response.

    ( but hadn’t she promised, years ago, to be b e t t e r? did promises still matter, when they were made to the dead? )

    “are you, truly?” it was not poison that coated her words but something just short of sounding surprised ─ empty tone lifted by questioning end. fingers soothe the f u r r o w e d brow of her child, thumbing absent-minded circles onto soft cheek as she considered his words. “i had assumed you thought me deserving of all ill-fortune.” she could not find it in herself to be bitter, smile mocking and exhausted in one curl of the lip. “where else should i be, friedrich? my family is here ─ franz and anton. y o u.”

         there was ALWAYS a bit of franz reflected from her, she was HIM and he was HER. they were one side of the other. it was something friedrich always told himself, and maximillian would say that ‘that is just as much them as it is us. my brother.’          AND YET as anneliese turned towards him after so long of being parted, he could see the golden coat rubbed off from her skin, revealing a DULL color he had never seen before on her. something dark lurking. something so very sad peeking. if it weren’t for the lack of HEART on friedrich’s part –– - and especially for her –– - he would had felt SORRY.

      “you ASKED as if i do not know how death of a loved one feels. of a spouse as well,” he raised an eyebrow. up high. a mother. a brother. a wife. a daughter taken from this world way too soon. before she could even took her first breathe of air. FROST BLUES went and took a glance at the babe in her arms. “at least you’ve got something to hold on to,”          family. friedrich almost LAUGHED at that. you. anneliese had said. “but have you EVER seen me as a brother, dear sister? it was always you and franz and maximilian and i. i’ve long since accepted torturing us was just a favorite past time of yours. however, it is not with that intent i said those words. why would you come here to a PLACE that had taken so many lives. you should’ve stayed in portugal with your baby, keep it away from death’s arms.” how could anneliese even brought her baby to a place such as this, where her husband had fallen. friedrich couldn’t understand but had given up seeking to understand how the golden children of germany thought since a  L O N G  time ago.

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- ̗̀ ❝ phillipa

She kept her spine dead straight, but felt a small shiver run down it as he kissed her hand. Always the perfect gentleman. She still waited for the other shoe to drop, always feeling as though there were eyes on her. “I think we can do-away with the formalities, don’t you?” She hoped the answer was yes. “Your Majesty,” would always belong to her parents. It felt weird, accepting it. It felt real. “I apologise for not bringing Phillipe this time, but he is quite the handful when you walk him, and I wanted to give you my full attention.” Maybe that would have been better, some common ground when conversation became awkward. Her dog seemed to like the German prince, and that was a large stamp of approval for Phillipa.

         he drew his gaze to her, there was DEPTH in the way he looked into people, almost positively unnerving with an intensity –– - such was what instilled fear in the hearts of his enemies and respect from his men. who knew BLUE was a color you could drown in? but everyone knew such a clue could freeze your spine. “phillipa, then.”

         he said her name, for the first time, without any forms of address. would he say her name often in the future? friedrich found himself wondering idly, thinking back to his late wife and how he rarely ever called her by her name or she HIS. “it is quite alright, it is you i wish to speak to, not your phillipe. although i wouldn’t quite mind it either,” he gave a small pause, then looked back at her, “shall i introduce you to ingel sometime?”

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- ̗̀ ❝ emiline

Amusement hit her features in the form of a small grin. Without hesitance admitting that he was in fact quite right with her observation. “Not really, no. Does that surprise you?” Perhaps sleep would do her good, but she wished to postpone bedtime just a little while longer. Savouring the moment uncomplication and calmth as long as she could, even if it meant a whole lot of jawning and trying to keep her eyes open the next day. Emiline took his hand as he offered it. Her finger locking around his icecold digits as she got back up on her feet. “You’re freezing” the princess noted with clear worry in her tone, carefully wrapping her other hand around his freezing on as well. Not that it brought much warmth. In weather such as this, she was barely able to keep her own hands warm. His cloak the only thing that kept her from shivering. If only the warmth in her heart could radiate the warmth to it’s surface now, she could keep both of them warm.

As they strolled back, Emiline kept holding his hand for a little while longer. If only in an attempt to warm his, though it served well as a silent conversation as well. The light of the moon provided enough light to clearly show the path along the lake, though she could have walked it in pitch black darkness. The route was as familiar as the back of her hand. The times she had walked it countless. Friedrich’s voice that broke the silence caught her a little by surprise. The subject one they not often talked about. Only as little kids, when they had been so certain they were right for one another. “Quite the opportunity it is indeed.” she hummed. “As for me…- I have thought about suitors, and if I would not have mother has made quite sure to do so for me. I dared to think I had found one, but it seems his interest in me has faded. Perhaps I am not forward enough to express my fondness of someone, not in a way I should.” a quiet sigh escaped, creating a little cloud of steam in the cold winter air. “Or perhaps he has been showered with rumours and gossip. There appear to be countless ever since father placed the crown upon Peter’s head. - Devoting my life to aiding my counrty and remaining unwed certainly doesn’t seem like the worst decision anymore. If I were a man I would join the army, like you’ve done”

         ”it really shouldn’t after all these years,” he retorted back at her, as he let his eyes wandered away to the sky. the walk back went faster , perhaps because they were together, perhaps it’s her hand that reminded him of a place of nostalgia that he didn’t visit quite often, nor remembered the existence of. SUCH A PLACE never had a fond place for him to be in, nor had it ever extended a warm hand like the one holding him right then.

         when they’ve reached inside the castle, her voice reached him first, then his eyes came to hold hers in their gaze. “i think it’s wise to take one on, especially knowing your MOTHER,” he raised his eyebrows. her mother, yes, as emiline had said, would probably have lined up potential suitors. WHY NOT? arranged political marriage was ALL they knew of. “but, if could offer a piece of advice, do thread carefully, emiline. they MIGHT only be eyeing the crown, and i would not like to see a dear friend be seen and used only for that purpose. you’ve suffered enough these past years, and especially the past few months,” the had grown close and cold as he might, he still thought that neither emiline nor his brother and the rest of landenberger family deserved the tragedy that befell them. one after another, it was as if there’s NO END to them. then, he put on the barest of smile and stopped in front of her room. “and I am sure that you will make a spectacular officer, princess emiline. good night.”

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- ̗̀ ❝ irina

    she couldn’t help but stiffen slightly, irina had never responded very well to conflict, no matter the form it came in. it was different when she was working, children were nearly always sweet, they were never born with malintent, that was something they learnt — and not something she would teach them. with others it was different, she always expected the worst, even if that were not their true intention, others were not as p u r e as children, their words would always make her feel uncomfortable and that was a feeling she LOATHED.

      “ i have found that children tend to respond more positively to nurturing, but that it something i shall take into consideration, eure hoheit. ” her voice was a little stiff if anything, but she had always been tightly wound. 

         NURTURE . something friedrich was NOT accustomed to. once upon a time –– - long ago, nurture was on her mother’s fingertips. every so rarely grazing upon his cheeks as a smile he had not forgotten and a face obscured by shadows gazed down upon him. my boy. voice was always so weak, so vulnerable. but her mother was a QUEEN loved by all. loved by the man he thought incapable of loving.

         “every child is different. you had said this one didn’t respond well to your ways,” blue eyes gazed upon the child, none of the frail warmth his mother used to gaze him with. “and too much honey makes a kid sick.” too much SPOILING, too much LOVE. only suffocated, poisoned them until they became toxic like his brother.

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- ̗̀ ❝ anneliese

( ☼*°*. ) → she had arrived in a flurry of dark skirts ─ the image of a mourning widow, black against cream walls, a s t a i n that refused to disappear no matter how hard the servants scrubbed. she would not permit them to forget, there would be no moving past her grief until justice was within the palm of her hand, until she could crush the still beating heart of the monster that robbed her daughter of a father between her fingers. ( am i a fool, she had hissed, as news of the swiss execution was presented to her, like she was supposed to be g r a t e f u l for the killings of henchmen when she knew there had to be a leader behind such deliberate move. ) against her breast nestled the sleeping babe, swaddled in the softest of fleece to ward off the colder winds ─ her back was straight, even as pitying stares were thrown her way, resisting the urge to close in and shield her child from their f a l s e sympathy.

    she had been escorted to her new rooms, standing by the door as trunks were carried in by servants ─ lost in her thoughts, conflicting emotions battling in the base of her gut, i g n o r a n t to the soft cries of the child, stirred away by the noise.

         S I S T E R who had always been drenched in GOLD until it became too heavy for her to walk, sister  who had claimed in her hands the life of a brother he treasured more to than the world. pretty hands dragged a soul that would never be missed by its father, pretty feet stepped on it as she rose back to life, leaving a dead body of a young boy behind her. friedrich had told maximillian not to stay for too long –– - they had had lessons that day, they were supposed to hold their swords and practice together, and perhaps, if MAXIMILLIAN had done so with friedrich that day, if he had followed through with their schedule, he would still be holding his SWORD by friedrich’s side this day. but NO, he had stayed with anneliese who had her fever –– - and she put him to sleep for ever more. 

         memories flooded his head and dispersed like mist when the guards announced his presence and he stepped into her chambers. “anneliese. i’m very sorry for your loss. it seems like death comes to our family once again.” his eyes took a look at the baby in her arms. blue eyes held the shadows of her own stillborn daughter. “is it wise for you to be here?” friedrich added after a while.

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- ̗̀ ❝ phillipa

“And some might say that is more a curse than a blessing. Having so much responsibility on your shoulders limits the moves you can make. Besides, aren’t we all children of God?” The question was posed, but Phillipa had her own answers. After the things she had seen, she could no longer believe in a merciful God. “Some would say. That doesn’t mean we should not strive for it, don’t you think?”

“This has been an enlightening conversation, Prince Friedrich, but I believe my poor dog is starting to get restless. If you would excuse us, we might take a walk in the gardens.” She bowed her head in a small amount of respect, a soft smile gracing her features. It had been an interesting conversation, and not one she would forget in a hurry.

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- ̗̀ ❝ dmitri

“indeed, he failed miserably to keep me awake and sometimes present during his monotone lessons,” the prince replied easily in his mother tongue to the other, a smile gracing the edge of his lips. “though i do legitimately intend on learning now, my youngest sister is quite proficient in the language and she is less insufferable – however only slightly.” dmitri was always poking fun at his siblings, even when they were not present. though if a word was ever spoken against them ( even in jest ) by another, fists hardened by the years he allowed to fight in the war would make contact with flesh and bone.  

         his lips quirked in the SMALLEST of smiles, barely there, a ghost from the past. “perhaps you should ask for her help then. you are to be the tsar after your mother –– though i had heard she is very much still ALIVE and well.” he paused for a moment, entirely comfortable with silence. in fact, did friedrich NOT prefer it to noises and chatters? “do you know what the words are that’s said about you?” yet he did not wait for the other to answer this time. “that you’re going to have to claw the crown off her hands if you ever want to be the tsar. that’s how STRONG the current tsarina is. tell me, prince dmitri, are these rumors true?” his words always like shrapnels, ICICLES plunging deep into your soul. regardless of intent. impressions were not always well made.

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- ̗̀ ❝ phillipa

“Hello, Friedrich!” Phillipa had taken a deep breath before approaching him, mustering the courage to seek him out without her dog or a glass of wine in her system. It wasn’t that she was scared of him, she was scared of saying the wrong thing and offending him. “I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk? We didn’t get too much of a chance to talk at the coronation, and it would be nice to get to know each other, don’t you think?”

         it was official now. friedrich never said much about the engagement when franz informed him about it. never did say much about his first wife, NOT going to say much about his second. he had loved ––– - genuinely, sincerely once upon a long time ago. but all that’s passed is left in the past and as friedrich left his heart on the ground, he dragged his feet onwards to a future only colored in colors of the rain. “your majesty,” he bent down, pressed a kiss on the back of her hand. blue eyes kept on hers –– that was a shade almost similar, almost could be a luxembourg. but cursed be the women of the luxembourgs, look how MISERABLE the all became. don’t be a luxembourg women, only death and tears await. “i should like that, i’ve enjoyed our conversation the other day. i should like to hear more of your thoughts.”

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- ̗̀ ❝ cordelia

“I could not agree more.” Bows and arrows were all well and good and she certainly enjoyed using them when she practice with the targets, but it would not do her much good. Even a candlestick had done her better than arrows had when they’d been attacked (she can still remember the damage it had done to that pirates skull, the blood that pooled the floor). “Whatever you think is best, your knowledge of swords far outshine mine.” Cordelia was just excited to get started, to have the knowledge that she would be alright if something else were to happen. Her eyes stay trained on him as he spoke, engrossed in what he was saying, and she could tell she had come to the right person for his kind of training with the extensive way he spoke of it. 

Weighing the sword in her hand, she twisted her wrist before nodding her head. “It’s good, not too heavy.” She stills slightly at his words, eyes dropping down before they train on her own hand so she can note the way her grip should be. “Duke Tomas and I are not particularly close at present.” It was as much of the truth that she was willing to give, preferring to keep the truth and the hurt that came with it close to her heart. “Aside from that, sometimes the best way to learn a particular skill is to have teachers with different perspectives. When you offered, I thought you would be a very beneficial man to learn from.” She’d certainly been intrigued by him, the stoic German prince that always seemed so intimidating, offering to teach her to use a sword. It was an offer she couldn’t possibly pass up.

         “people often made the mistake of picking a big sword –– - the biggest. as if it would represent their skill. but that only throws them OFF their balance, slow them down –– - this could lead to a fatal, deadly mistake in the battlefield,” blue eyes kept on the hilt of the sword, he then take his own, showing her with ease how to swing it. had he done this with anton, he wondered, he must had. as with the other young men under his command. friedrich always made sure to oversee their training himself. “perhaps, you could even ave a small dagger with you –– - it is convenient, easy to hide. i could have one delivered to you, should you like.” he knew of a blacksmith, a good one.

         at the mention of her personal life –– - an answer he did not expect, an answer so SIMPLE yet told him more than he needed and wanted to know –– - friedrich jerked his head up and stared, “oh.” he said and nothing more. never knew what to say in this kinds of situation, so he didn’t at all. 

         “i guess you are right. it provides a more objective set of eyes to view things,” and objective would be the right word to define friedrich. EVERYTHING was painfully black and white to him –– - led him to make good decisions in crucial times in the battlefields, but also earned him the reputation of being cruel and coldblooded. 

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friedrich envied franz greatly as a child, but also would never have switched places with him looking back

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        i think this is an inevitable truth, all friedrich ever wanted as a child was the love and attention of his father –– - something franz had in surplus and he had to scrape for crumbles off the table for. but he had moved past such childish desires he knew he wouldn’t get a long time ago. plus, he had always disdained franz’s attitude and personality.

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he wants franz's crown

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       hmmm... he doesn’t really want the throne, he wants franz to be a better king who deserves the throne, and who could lead germany to a greater good. however he never wants it for himself. our pre-established plot though, is that franz always thinks that friedrich is going to usurp his rule.

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Friedrich is secretly fearful of facing his end all alone with no people who love him by his side

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        no. i think with how he is, friedrich has always prepared himself and live as if he has no tomorrow. that is to say, he’s prepared for death. he knows he is most likely going to die alone in a battlefield and he DOUBTS anyone but anton is going to mourn him. #rip

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- ̗̀ ❝ dmitri

“i really ought to learn german,” dmitri spoke out loud, his finger tracing around the rim of a goblet. “fifteen years fighting a bloody war against them and my tutors never once thought to teach me the language…that and the swiss do speak it after all.” the prince hummed and took a sip of his wine. “at the very least, i do know how to say guten tag.” he grinned.

         “du scheitertest kläglich,” he spoke in german, then continued on in russian, “that it to say, my tsarevich, that you have failed miserably –– - or rather, your TUTOR has. let us hope that you will not be needing to speak german any time son for political reasons.” his russian, was not perfect either, friedrich did not speak it as fluently as other languages but he still managed to make his point across.

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he has soft spot for kids

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        half true. he has a soft spot for some kids, namely ANTON, and his own dead daughter. he has always wanted a family of his own that’s true. but i don’t see him going soft for all kids, it’s just not him. he is reasonable with them, he won’t expect them to jump over hoops like the late king did for him just for a possibility of being looked at.

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- ̗̀ ❝ irina

      “ volya ! ” her brow furrowed as the young boy stopped in his tracks from where he had nearly collided into another. “ you need to watch where you are going or you will hurt yourself one day, ” she scolded sternly, words in russian as she raised an eyebrow at the boy, no more than seven, the young male quickly muttering a muffled apology before he ran off in the same careless manner. it was irony of course, the woman was as clumsy as they came.

      “ my apologies — he is always very eager to be done with his lessons. either he holds a particular dislike for arithmetic or a dislike of me. ” she let out an awkward chuckle, though her honey coloured hues watched the boy fondly as he ran off, moving focus so she could offer the other a soft smile, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. 

         his blueblueluxemburgblue eyes watched over the boy, hang quickly catching his arm before he ran off further than his arm’s reach. a was a force of habit, it was what he had done over and over again with his anton. YET he gave no reply to er apology, only a nod and a gruff noise from his lips. never was a man of many words, he let his action spoke for him.

         pushed the little boy gently –– - the ONLY time he ever was so –– back towards his governess. “probably arithmetic. though perhaps LATER in life he would learn it useful. and it would all be too late. you should be STRICTER to him, fräulein.”

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