Crowned Prince of Naples

"What if instead of the right words all that it took was the right pair of ears and the right beating heart ?" James, Crowned Prince of Naples, 20

[jamesofnaples]

leonessa-ofthesea:

Her disdain was swallowed bitterly, thinking to herself that he and his family deserved to lose so much more than their title and riches. She wanted to see them lose the very blood running in their veins. Still, her attention was a means to that end, his end, “As highly as you think of me, your highness. Just another pretty little thing to shoot your arrows at. Are all your subjects equally disposable?” 

“Do you think so?” he asked smug grin remaining but his nostrils flaring. There was no denying that the man sought out reprise from his name, and his title at every chance. Just as there was no denying that often times that reprise was not at the standard of a king that he would some day hold himself to. Still, James was far from wretched, regardless of the trouble he gave himself. “I assure you your grace the lives of my people are as indispensable to me as the aim of my bow is  reliable.” He was then calmed as quickly as such dissonance had scrambled through his veins. “And i’m sure you realize you have done more than your share in proven yourself more than just another pretty little thing.”

[jamesofnaples]

leonessa-ofthesea:

“Surely not.”, the captain joked in return, although she was fairly unused to unwanted opinions from her crew. Still, the shock of the flying arrow did not jolt her. Leonessa only narrowing her eyes at him and taking a few steps closer, “You better be renowned for your aim, your highness, and not your insane and reckless ego.”

He watched as she stood calm as it flew past her, it only served to feed the prince’s intrigue. “Always in need of something to fall back on milady, should my title and riches somehow both fail me.” He answered with a smirk. His archery skills were but a mark left by a time he’d tried to lead a fantasy life, one where he was required to show some talent other than supporting a heavy crown with a handsome neck. He’d realized later rather than sooner that no one really cared about the skills he possessed. “Insane and reckless ego? I’m glad to see you think so highly of me already.”

[jamesofnaples]

zxhxra:

Zar smiled weakly, letting him stick the target back into the ground, as the lopsided angle at which it stood after her attempt was rather pitiful. She nodded not arguing his point, “But you didn’t shoot Your Highness.” Her limbs were very much in tact.

“You are one of many to benefit from my immaculate talent”, he responded over-emphasizing each word. “Thoughts of what , may i ask, have proven so distracting?”

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elizabethofireland:

such a question had never been asked of the young princess, such a freedom never allotted to her. “where is it you are from?” she finally managed, looking up at him with a softened expression, a genuine curiosity about her. “i hope to meet the same kindness there that i have seen in you.” it was a quality effie often sought out, one abel possessed and one she imposed on herself at all time. 

“naples, sometimes venice” he answered with a smile. he had grown up a toy passed along between his grandfather and parents, heir to both and child to neither. “though i assure you the quality of people does not increase further south. though the weather surely does.” 

[jamesofnaples]

leonessa-ofthesea:

“How refreshing, a man with an opinion I did not ask for.”

“Surely something you have never faced before”, he answered smirking at the persistence of the woman’s attitude. He didn’t loosen his grip on the arrow, or render her stance more casual, instead opting to release the arrow and rely on his own constant aim. Perhaps he would see even the slightest change in her exterior. 

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zxhxra:

When Zahara looked up to see an arrow pointed at her the girl jumped back knocking into the very target he spoke off knocking it down. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she scrambled to pick it up. “I-I’m so sorry, Sir. I don’t know where my mind wondered to.”

James jogged to the target and helped her stand it up again. “There are certainly safer places for your mind to wander than into a shooting range”, he answered with a smile. “And better ways to gain focus than having an arrow shot through your arm”.

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hrh-alexandria:

She gladly took the bow from him and prepared the arrow, notching it and pulling her arm back before she assessed the target and fired. The arrow made it’s way to a bullseye which for the Princes was rare. She generally made it to at least near the eye. “Quite familiar, if I do say so myself.”

He watched her shoot the bow and though he was surprised by her success he only showed a brief admiration. “You have been trained?” It was less a question of that fact -which seemed indisputable- and more an inquiry into how. 

[jamesofnaples]

ofenglishcrowns:

“There are other things to be worried about, my Lord.”

“I am intrigued to hear which issues are more pressing than an arrow to the heart madame.”

[jamesofnaples]

✿ ⚔ ∀

✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before?

Yes. James lost his virginity at fifteen to an older duchess in the court of Naples.

⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks?

James likes to be angry, most of the time he’s very reserved and collected so when he’s angry with a partner he likes to express it. He also likes anonymous sex wherein he isn’t known as the crown prince of naples.

∀ : Your muse’s favorite position?

James actually has no preference.

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ofenglishcrowns:

“I believe that would be wise, for the both of us.”

“You’re awfully calm for a woman at the other end of an arrow my lady”

[jamesofnaples]

hrh-alexandria:

She gave a nod, wind was a factor and she looked at the arrow lodged in the target. “My lord” she curtsied halfway as she spoke, her back straightening out again as she walked close to his side, picking up a spare arrow before motioning to the man. “Mind if I try?”

He was already turning back to pluck a bow of appropriate size from the bunch that were piled together behind him before it struck him as somewhat of an odd request. Of course the ‘oddness’ of it was quickly out of his mind. The prince offered the bow to the woman, “are you familiar with the bow madame?”

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alya-rose:

“From your stance, I feel like even if I stood right next to the target, I would not be hit. But I shall heed your warning.” 

“Would you care to test that theory madame?”

[jamesofnaples]

elizabethofireland:

the idea was tossed around in her head a few moments before she finally spoke, heaving out a breath as she shrugged her shoulder. “it would seem it is.” her words were spoken decidedly, her hands tugging at her corset to straighten it out before she was moving the hair that rested on her shoulder to its natural spot on her back. “then i supposed my choice is made. i will leave and be rid of my responsibilities. be rid of this life.” the decision was easily made; her homeland lost, her brother seemingly so as well. 

“i’ll send for the fleet then princess”, he said mustering up an overly serious expression. in all truth james knew he could run away if he wanted, send for aid from his grandfather and say goodbye to his duties to naples. but james knew himself better than to believe he was capable of shedding his title so easily. “the only matter left is the destination. where is it your heart leads you?”

[jamesofnaples]

hrh-alexandria:

“I’m quite sure I will be fine. Besides, it seems you need a target adjustment. Your shooting is off.”

“Accounting for wind”, he answered releasing the arrow and lowering his long bow. He offered a short bow in the woman’s direction, “milady”.

[jamesofnaples]

“I might recommend not standing so near the target”.

[jamesofnaples]

elizabethofireland:

frankly, marrying another was something elizabeth had still yet to consider. she had married for love in abel. had known him since they were children and his status made their union possible.. which made marrying for money or position seemed wrong to her. “i will not marry another unless my heart deems it a true union, blessed under god and filled with love.” effie knew such a notion was ludicrous but she couldn’t rid herself of it. 

james was silent a moment, considering having that kind of choice. perhaps that was the benefit of being princess of a house no longer holding power. or perhaps the woman was just stubborn enough to have her way when facing her brother. of course the prince was not sold on the notion of love, but there were certainly those he would rather not be bound to as he had no intention of taking up the french past time of public promiscuity. he turned back to her, “then it would seem running away is your only option princess. seeing as this court is far from teeming with lovable men.”

[jamesofnaples]

elizabethofireland:

the issue wasn’t in her gender, no, rather in unseating two men with legitimate claim. “a man sits on the throne now. i would have to cross my brother and another for it to even be considered.” the whole plot itself was mad, no one part more so than another but in its entirety. “catherine was the daughter of a king and rightful heir. i am a daughter, born second to an otherwise capable son. i have no place seeking a seat upon that throne.”

james knew the nearly impossible things people could do with a little ambition and coin but nonetheless he shrugged, “then i suppose it’ll be running away princess?” he rolled his head around on his neck and spoke as though reciting material learned in his childhood lessons, “again there’s always the most mundane option of marrying yourself off to some english duke and bearing dozens of english dolls.”