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qing meiling . princess of china intro .
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yi jihye . empress of korea intro .
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as more days passed and the heat remained unrelenting the stronger her irritation grew. perhaps if she remained indoors where she could sip on cooled drinks her temper wouldn't burn hot like the sun but cages had a similar affect upon she. strides halted near one of the garden's large fountains. as quickly as the idea dawned upon her, kenna was kicking off her boots and stepping into the water, which reached halfway up her calf. the entrance of another evoked no sign of shame, only a playful grin. ❝ care to join me? ❞
the quill in her hand hadn't touch the parchment despite hovering over it. attention belonged elsewhere, upon the father she'd once chased after, tears threatening to fall if he tried leaving her behind. it'd been a long time since she'd felt like a little girl rather than the woman grown that she was but the more clouds crept closer to their family, foes her sword couldn't defend again, the smaller kenna felt. ❝ you're squinting again, ❞ she observed, trying to make it sound casual but the words palpably hung in the air.
❝ i might've yelled at your future sister-in-law - the overly bubbly one. ❞ words were spoken as a statement of fact rather than apology, the 'might' only added because the scot's voice could've raised much higher and frusteration had only partially been directed at the queen. she set down her book. ❝ in my defense, i'd been trapped at the dress fitting for almost an hour, the seamstress kept poking me with the needle, and apparently there were more dresses to be tried. ❞ no one could say that kenna wasn't excited for her little sister, the chosen prince far superior to the assigned one, but she hadn't realized the wedding planning had been handed over to one so . . . overbearingly enthusiatic.
him staring at her was foreign and confusing but not uncomfortable . . . at least she didn't believe so. time would tell if the act lasted. not for the first time, aranya wondered what he saw when he looked at her. a stranger, most likely, and an extension of his duty - not her. ❝ we're here now. ❞ an ever so gentle redirection. she hummed softly as he spoke of the country, having read much of that herself but seeing no reason to mention it, but mind noted the final piece of information he shared. after years of inactions, the indication that political thoughts might fill her husband's head still caught her off guard. but it was the next words that made lips part slightly in surprise. the silence that settled felt different. they were alone in the limo but anya felt a thousand eyes on her. ❝ i'd been intending to extend my stay a day or two, ❞ she began, trying to catch his eye again. ❝ exploring together would be nice. the mosteiro dos jerónimos is said to be quite the sight and there's also the museu calouste gulbenkian. we could go to either and then to l'and vineyards. ❞ the longer his gaze remained averted the deeper her stomach sank. was he asking only out of a sense of obligation? ❝ if you're certain you're not too busy. ❞
though gentle in it's delivery, the reminder was a jarring sensation for thanin. it was what he'd been trying to do more, be present, exist within a moment instead of years behind or ahead of it. a skill that was so simple for her, it seemed. " we are. that's what matters. " he agreed, his tone softer than even thanin expected it to be. so often she represented what the job did, the country itself... the passing lights, blurred from the tint of the window, another city full of faces, of problems, and thanin found himself present within it all. eyes returned to hers as a no was not immediately given, it evolving into a timid sort of yes. they danced around each other in half-yesses, almost no's... " you already know this place better than i do. " it was to be expected; what else did thanin see except the dread of work, of politics, every time his plane landed on the tarmac? aranya saw it for the beauty that it was, and he found that beautiful. " i've never been to any of those places. it's a date, then. we'll explore the city. " and as uninvited as ever, the quiet threatened to creep back in... but thanin remained rooted there in the now, focused on aranya so much he hadn't even realized the limo was slowing, that they were arriving. he was going to tell her how beautiful she looked, but as he began, thanin noticed her hair was caught up in the earring hanging, twisted up in the stray strands. " oh, here. let me. " his hands were soft, releasing && pulling away, more touches shared between the in minutes than had been for years, surely. the compliment was blooming on his lips - and then the car stopped, and the valet opening the door, and there was a flash of a camera... so, the night began. taking her hand, the pair emerged, quickly ushered with guards to enter the venue. whatever thanin wanted to say, whatever praise he was about to give... it would have to wait, yet again.
....he'd noticed. now, the silence didn't feel so comfortable; yet in the same vein, didn't feel so... foreign. somehow, even in their distance, she was a familiar comfort in the limousine, and as he tried to pull something from his mind to say... once more, his wife beat him to it, and did it with grace. eyes pulled back to her eagerly, pleased for the excuse to admire his gift sitting on her neck, to admire her. " we should have come sooner. " he answered, regretfully. thanin had loved travel, when he got the opportunity - now, he seemed to only dash from place to place for work, hiding out in hotels and castles, sleeping on private jets and speaking only with his staff, usually. sometimes, he didn't even know the city or country, basing where he landed on whatever lay just out the plane cabin window. " portugal is like home. lots of the salty, sea air. their trade industry is powerful here, too. " which was, in part, why they were making such an entrance to a seemingly unimportant charity gala. thanin had his agenda on a political scale, but... wasn't it time to have some play, too? he hesitated, then glanced back to her, switching gears of the conversation. " we should take an extra day, if your schedule allows. it is just a request... " not an order from a husband, a decree from a king. " but, if it suited you, we could go exploring. see what the city has to offer. l'and vineyards in montemor-o-novo is to die for, and you- i think, anyway, you'd enjoy it. " and thanin in return, would enjoy her company. a finger twisted his wedding ring back and forth, watching it now rather than her, as he anticipated the response of her being far too busy. ships passing in the night. " or another time, maybe, if it doesn't work out. "
him staring at her was foreign and confusing but not uncomfortable . . . at least she didn't believe so. time would tell if the act lasted. not for the first time, aranya wondered what he saw when he looked at her. a stranger, most likely, and an extension of his duty - not her. ❝ we're here now. ❞ an ever so gentle redirection. she hummed softly as he spoke of the country, having read much of that herself but seeing no reason to mention it, but mind noted the final piece of information he shared. after years of inactions, the indication that political thoughts might fill her husband's head still caught her off guard. but it was the next words that made lips part slightly in surprise. the silence that settled felt different. they were alone in the limo but anya felt a thousand eyes on her. ❝ i'd been intending to extend my stay a day or two, ❞ she began, trying to catch his eye again. ❝ exploring together would be nice. the mosteiro dos jerónimos is said to be quite the sight and there's also the museu calouste gulbenkian. we could go to either and then to l'and vineyards. ❞ the longer his gaze remained averted the deeper her stomach sank. was he asking only out of a sense of obligation? ❝ if you're certain you're not too busy. ❞
( sophie skelton , 30 , she/her , cis woman , stuart 4 ) - have you seen kenna stuart ? we’ve heard through the grapevine that they’re fierce but also unruly. when you think of them , you think of the wilderness living within her bones ; absentmindedly twirling a dagger in her hand ; loving and hating with an equal ferocity ; and her hair dancing like flames in the wind.
basic information.
full name: kenna stuart. name meaning: fire born. age: thirty. date of birth: march 29th. astrological sign: aries. gender & pronouns: cis woman , she / her. orientation: biromantic , bisexual. spoken languages: english , gaelic , latin , spanish , bits and pieces of other languages. title: princess of scotland. martial status: unwed , unbetrothed.
a middle child could easily be forgotten but from the moment kenna entered the world she demanded attention. her loud cries echoed through the palace near constantly. it was said that if she was ignored for even a moment that'd she burst into tears. the moment she learned to walk she refused to sit still, constantly following after either of her parents. only around them would kenna sit, even if it meant listening to them speak with their advisors for hours. if her parents were busy, she'd wander off on her own. the older she got, the worse it became. suffice to say there were more than a few incidents during her life where princess kenna was declared missing only to be found a few hours later somewhere on the palace grounds or wandering back home after exploring on her own.
some of her restlessness quieted when a sword was placed in her hand. her father had summoned the best commander in the scottish army to train his daughter, someone who would become the most important non-familial mentor in kenna's life. it was hardly a surprise that she took to sword fighting with ease, becoming a skilled and deadly fighter, rivaling the greatest swords of scotland despite being younger than them.
kenna left to serve in the military once she was old enough. she wanted to further her skills and defend the land she held so dear. being away from her family was difficult at first, but the purpose the army gave her quickly overshadowed that. her dedication, however, didn't silence her nature. kenna wasn't afraid to object to or simply not follow orders from her superior officers or jump to the defense of anyone she felt was being treated unjustly. her title kept her from being kicked out of the army but it did prevent any promotions, despite having the skill to be a high ranking officer.
she eventually stepped away from the military but rather than return home she embarked on a few years of travel. up until then, scotland was all she'd known and she wanted to see more of the world. kenna rotated between traveling as a princess and masking her identity, pretending to be a scottish noble or even a commoner. she loved how it let her see different versions of the world while remaining under the radar. plus she was able to meet more people. all information she garnered was dutifully sent back to scotland and on occasion she served as an ambassador while visiting other royal courts.
eventually kenna was summoned back to scotland. her homecoming was largely celebrated across scotland. kenna eagerly recounted her adventures abroad for all who'd listen, though some tales she kept to herself, but never again did she feel the pull to leave scotland again. the highlands were her home, and she never wanted to leave again.
when they were summoned to france, kenna had little desire to go. she knew the importance of securing alliances for scotland, and while she wasn't opposed to marrying, she worried that any marriage for herself would force her to leave scotland for good. she'd seen the world enough. all she desired was a quiet life, likely serving as her elder sister's protector, serving on her council, or defending their borders. however, as more secrets from within the stuart household emerge the more kenna began questioning what her eventual role would be.
headcanons.
an expert swordswoman. she's rarely seen without at least her sword or daggers, often both.
she doesn't mind dressing up, even enjoys it for certain events, but she's far more comfortable in casual clothes be it a dress or a shirt and pants. back home
kenna isn't someone who can stay inside or in one place for long. it's why she first felt the pull to travel the world. while that desire is gone, her restlessness remains. she needs to be outside, getting lost in the woods and exploring. it has made being in france difficult for her.
she has a very strong sense of justice and won't hesitate to speak up when she feels like someone is acting unjust. has led to her jumping to other's defense with little question. she doesn't have much tact when doing so, which has caused a fair share of fights.
so, so impulsive and reckless. some say she doesn't know what danger is. she's a big believer in acting first and thinking later along with asking for forgiveness over permission. much to the chagrin of many.
a true ride or die friend !! once she gives someone her trust and friendship, they have it unless they give her a reason to revoke it. kenna would do anything for her friends, no questions asked. that being said, if she is betrayed she doesn't forget or forgive. she will not put herself in the position to be hurt again by the same person.
there is no one more important to kenna than her family and nothing more important to her than scotland. she would also do anything for them without question and will jump to their defense without hesitation. she definitely views herself as their protector despite knowing they're all capable of defending themselves.
wanted connections.
people she met traveling ›› kenna traveled, mainly across europe but could've gone elsewhere too, for a few years. tons of possible dynamics and lots of potential for drama! it's also possible that some didn't know she was a princess and thought she was a noble/commoner since kenna did hide her identity occasionally. now that they're in france the truth would be revealed.
enemies ›› with her personality, it isn't difficult for kenna to get under people's skin and for people to get under hers.
suitor(s) ›› despite not being next in line for the throne, kenna is considered a valuable marriage candidate for those looking to ally with scotland.
"She is no longer leading the team. I let her stay on because she's got family and followers that I enjoy having on my side, but she still has to work herself back up from a rather heavy demotion. She'll have a great deal to prove to get back into my good graces," Constance sighed. Firing her would have made Constance unnecessary enemies and dangling her over the threat of firing gave Constance far more options. She loved having options. "Your tastes are divine darling. I might have to ask you to start getting me my jewelry rather than your father," she joked; Constance had always turned to the two of them as a team; she abhorred the thought of taking her trade outside the family. "Oh I'm hoping the Scottish king says something. He is always good for some inflammatory language."
❝ i see. i didn't realize she had other uses. still, it's good you reminded her of her place. some confuse usefulness with power and grow too confident. ❞ forgetting that at the end of the day they remained insects, capable of being squashed if they tried stinging. kat did agree with her aunt, maintaining power and wielding it like a knife was far more fun than delivering a quick death. ❝ i learned from the best. ❞ she beamed. ❝ oh, yes. hopefully something embarrassing. shouldn't be too difficult for the old fool. maybe that schellenberg princess will say something to him that'll set him off. ❞
Mischa could not help but enjoy the snark of the other, though introductions had not yet been made. It didn't seem to matter, though, and the two scanned the crowd for fashion mishaps that were sure to make someone's worst dressed list. "I think that some people care only for attention, not whether or not it is positive or negative. They would rather be ugly than forgettable. I cannot imagine suffering being either." They touched their lips lightly and hummed. "They would have been better off with an accent of it. So few can truly pull off such a rich hue." They paused and looked at the fashionista. "I recognize you, no? I've seen you in some magazines. I'm Mischa Dolokhov, musician and artist..."
katherine didn't know where to look next; there was simply far too many hideous outfits that deserved scorn. hopefully whoever put together the worst dressed list would be justifiably brutal. otherwise it'd be a dull read. ❝ i guess we still need our court jesters. ❞ shoulders shrugged. ❝ they say they want attention and yet the moment they hear anything negative they'll be sobbing in hopes people pay more attention. if you want positive attention, earn it. ❞ a pity they were incapable of that. hazel eyes glanced back at mischa. ❝ most likely. ❞ it wasn't bragging when it was true. she held out her hand. ❝ lady katherine wright. pleasure to met you. ❞
❛a little less, how should i say, flashy, perhaps. they're a bit more sophisticated, reserved, but i would attribute that to the people, especially the nobles. the masks would not do there. i honestly think they wouldn't have a clue as to how to proceed with the faces being masked.❜ there's a shake of her head and a look of bemusement, she's been to enough and she'd still prefer the parties of europe over her own. furthermore, her home was not known for its parties or glamour, more of its rich culture and history. ❛on occasion, as you already can guess, i'm not eager to settle down and marry. i've thought of entertaining myself with the right people, couldn't hurt to meet a few.❜ she had thought of it with her lover, jemma, but since her passing her interesting in such things was never present. it had been a long while since she found even remote interest in anyone besides the russian lord, though that one she couldn't explain well. she didn't want anything from the man, but she simply enjoys being around him. ❛well, kat, you can be assured, i'd not find anyone less than deserving of you.❜ rather, made sure said person was not a creep and would treat katherine as a lady. her words seems to have caught her companion's interest, not missing the way they sharp as they rest on naz and it draws a chuckle from the elder woman. ❛aren't you so curious?❜ a brow arching, ❛there was someone previous, theyre no longer around in this world.❜ she tells the other frankly, ❛as for now, I don't know if its particular, but i've met one who's interesting enough but i've not decided where my thoughts are.❜
so many polite ways to say boring. kat smiled. ❝ they sound lovely. different but lovely. hopefully one day i'll be able to attend one. i think if every ball required masks it'd grow dull. the excitement is because it's unexpected. ❞ she couldn't help but think that there must be some excitement at a turkish party, only they must hide it better, not wanting outsiders to see them as anything but the image their sultan so effortlessly promoted. all the more reason to investigate. ❝ i agree wholeheartedly. why rush into anything permanent? ❞ though calling marriage permanent didn't feel accurate. little felt truly permanent anymore. her mother had proven parenthood certainly wasn't. ❝ my faith in your judgement is unfailing. ❞ katherine had enough sense to blush. sometimes it didn't hurt to show her curiosity. a good balance kept people from thinking she was hiding something by being too polished. ❝ oh. ❞ expression faltered. it was all intentional made to look natural. ❝ i'm so sorry, nazli. i cannot imagine what it'd be like to lose someone like that. ❞ that, at least, was true. ❝ if this new someone is deserving of you then they'll be there once you decide. ❞
"Don't look, but I think cute bartender is checking you out." Midori gushes, though her rose-tinted glasses couldn't be trusted. After the whirlwind ball and a prolonged stay in Portugal, she makes sure to text Jihye and demand a girl's night. Fortunately, the bar chosen is discreet enough to avoid prying eyes of paparazzi or the over-exertion of their security. "I'm just saying - a little fun never hurt, right?" She asks Jihye, though it's a question more for herself. What price would she pay for the latest bout of fun with Tian Feng?
anyone other than midori would've gotten the door closed in their face after proposing a night out but for her friend she'd set aside her preferences. the bar, fortunately, wasn't too bad. quieter than the ones she'd overheard others going to. eyes rose slowly from the drink she'd been nursing and drifted toward her friend. ❝ he's probably wondering if i want a new drink. ❞ but there was a temptation to look that jihye ignored. she took a drink, shrugging. ❝ depends on the kind of fun and who you're having it with. ❞
“It could! You don’t know,” or at least Joanna didn't know. The world of fluffy romance and the pomp and circumstance of a big wedding was an entirely foreign subject to her. What if she did mess it up? What if something did go wrong? “No, no, no- HEY,” she yelped to no avail as she watched her phone screen go dark. She sighed, grossing her arms, “I hope you’re enjoying having another little sister to mess with.” At least it would feel just as it did growing up with Blair by her and her sisters's sides, except Stefan actually approved of Reuben instead of nearly decking him in the face at game night. “What do you suggest I do now?" she huffed, crossing her arms, "Rub elbows with kings and queens until a pent-up Ruby shows up?”
❝ it won't. ❞ though he was certain that was what the media and whoever else was pestering her wanted her to think. maybe their world would but not joanna's so stefan didn't give a fuck. his shoulder shook as he laughed, almost cackling. his beaming grin probably made his next words redundant but he still said, ❝ absolutely. and i'm on my good behavior tonight. ❞ his other sister in law could attest that his antics could be worse. self control and good sense too traits that only graced the prince on occasion, and then he still had to choose to listen to them. ❝ who do you think i am? ❞ his nose scrunched at her suggestion. ❝ now we drink as much alcohol and have as much fun as we can. ❞
" oh , you . " she rolls her eyes playfully , as evidenced by her grin remaining . there are some that say flattery gets people nowhere , but that's never been the case for arushi . " i'm not sure how many of them follow showjumping , " the more popular sports , maybe ; football , track and field , swimming . but showjumping seems quite niche to her . arushi likes to think she wears a number of hats , and has picked up knowledge about a variety of things over time . but what does she know , really ? " but i'm sure they'd love to see you on my story . " who wouldn't want to see a pretty face like his , after all ?
❝ but they're fans of me. ❞ did he know that for sure? no, but the confidence with which he spoke suggested otherwise. as did his massive number of followers. stefan doubted the majority of them followed showjumping too, but as long as they liked his posts, kept the sponsors happy, and the money rolling in then he could care less. they were simply his grin widened. ❝ well, in that case i cannot disappoint them. ❞ playfully, he threw his arm over arushi's shoulder, gently tugging her closer so they could get a good selfie together.
"He does not look dull," she playfully nudged his shoudler, though entirely meaning to scold him in the most gentle way possible, "At least not tonight, he doesn't. I think he has a sorta glow about him... probably because I made him shower after practice today." A teasing snicker was only meant for her own pleasure, as it was directed towards the floor. "The only thing dull about this party is the lack of piping hot tea. Everyone's so... well adjusted."
❝ love blinds you, ❞ he teasingly retorted, rolling his eyes. nose almost scrunched at the implication but hardly a surprise, he latched onto another angle. ❝ aw, our poor, old king. incapable of bathing himself. did you feed him too? don't tell me he still pretends the spoon is an airplane. ❞ he was snickering by the time he'd finished speaking. ❝ tell me about it. no one has even thrown a drink at someone. ❞
emir nods but a grin overcomes his features. "i can do something worse than going to jail if the media is what you're worried about here. they're already watching me closely enough, they'd forget all about 'switzerland's sickly king' if the criminal of the family made an interesting move - believe me."
he tosses his head backward in annoyance. "i'm really not getting out of this, am i?" the prince decides, sucking in dramatized breath before sauntering off into the ballroom, only looking back to ensure that his brother wouldn't make him face the party alone.
his eyes narrowed instantly, a dark mirror to younger brother's mischief. ❝ no. do me a favor and lay off the troublemaking. ❞ he'd never tell emir the impact his actions had caused. the media had had a field day with a merian prince being jailed, and it'd been timur who'd cleaned up the mess the best he could.
❝ neither of us are. ❞ unfortunately. the one silver lining was he hadn't been forced to make a grand entrance with his fiancée. the longer he could evade them the better. he followed after emir, hands shoved his pockets, steps slow - not sulking, only reluctant. until he caught emir looking at him. falling into step with him, timur nudged him with his elbow. ❝ come on, let's get this over with. ❞
