LADY ZAHRA ANASTASE
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LADY ZAHRA ANASTASE
outfit and accessories for the marriage princess lumina anamaria cosmina dragola i & lord varian ronan anastase. @warbornaes
Mary Stuart in every Reign episode Season 1 Episode 17: “Liege Lord”
( wcndfalls )
eleksana supposed it was ironic how long they had been in the capital right under many people’s noses. blind trust had always been what lead empires and kingdoms to fall, regents’ bloodline to end, families to come to a demise. the vampire knew it all too well. watching the same blind loyalty brought a sense of nostalgic pity, one that found eleks watching the faces of each guest and noble that had been brought to the keep avidly with a stony coldness that betrayed their true species. it wasn’t often that they remembered to move, breath — to give some sort of indication that they weren’t simply a permanent fixture in the courtyard. ‘ apologies for staring. i was lost in thought, ’ eleks spoke, belated realization that their gaze had been fixed upon one person for too long.
open starter : open to all location : iarna keep
“ must be a demanding thought to get lost so deeply. ” though was it so strange to be still as a statue? his occupation was nearly that these days: a living adornment in the background for safe keeping, used on the occasion but ultimately an idle set of armor. it wasn’t a complaint, nor did sentry feel wasted when his skills were not used to their fullest potential. instead, it was gambit he could privately enjoy for anyone who thought differently of him.
“ surely that doesn’t mean you’ve lost your way? ” with all the new faces flooding into the capital, they seemed more of lost refugees than aid as the king intended-- whatever he was hoping to accomplish. he approached the other with a nod toward the open path before them. “ or are you trying to get lost on purpose? ”
( launderingknights )
he can’t help but stare, there’s a lilt in his brows- as he watches guests of the king, shovel dinner into their mouths. it’s a spectacle, practically one that would offer to that of starving peasants, had he not known these particulars of the court- were well beyond that. you could see the greed, and how they treated that of the staff, even under the vise of guests. “tell me,” he leans in to the nearest person, though his voice is a notch lower. “is it quite normal for them to unhinge their jaw, in order to guzzle their wine?”
“ isn’t it, always, ” she spoke, her gaze following his line of sight with quick yet hard flickered looks from one person to the next to see if they matched his description or a mock of it. of course she was familiar with gluttony and excess merriment, even in the wake of tragedy-- especially in the wake of tragedy. she wasn’t unfamiliar to it, half expected it as many reacted the same in the harshness of danruba’s endless winter. what difference would it make here?
“ it is, after all, the fastest way to numb any grievance that troubles you, ” she added. zahra lifted her cup in a silent toast and took a healthy gulp of her drink-- not enough partake overconsumption but enough to mimic it. “ have you no grievance to wash away? take the good things while they’re available to you? ”
idris elba . cis male . he/him . wasn’t that sentry walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the princess' guard out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously disengaged, whilst also managing to be quite collected. the forty-five year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( vector manipulation ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of hot lemon tea against a fogged window, the sharp exhale and winded jolt of air forced from your chest, the scent of burnt sage and wood carried over stone floors. great to see the warden around, isn’t it ?
( glacialisvenae )
HE WASN’T ONE to revel in rumors. if idle gossip and nitpicking were an art, the people in transnavda were master weavers and eben wanted nothing to do with any of that —but some rumors were based in truth and there were few that he took stock in. family. and not the kind that he was ashamed of, either —the kind that made his heart feel full, his chest warm with the pulse of it, that laid an easy smile to his lips. he didn’t need to pay anyone off to find out where his sister was staying, but he tipped the guard well regardless and made his way to the little cottage just adjacent to the castle’s property.
uninvited he entered, barked at the help to keep the cheery fire rolling and to start something up for a light and early dinner. by the time zahra would return he hoped it’d be ready, or close-to. god, he hoped she hadn’t been promised off to some perfumed lord with his head up his ass. and he never did well with idle hands - but when he heard the soft chatter outside he all but knocked the door from its hinges as he exited. eben anastase was no lord, no man at arms, no man at all, but a storm as he cut across the grass and scooped his sister into his arms in a death-grip of a hug. ever-careful, no skin touching hers, not so much as a cheek, and only when he set her down did he step back ( both hands on her shoulders ) to look at her.
“ it’s been six moons. look at you —you’re beautiful. you’ve got fire in your eyes and mischief on your lips. tell me stories. tell me you haven’t been married off to some half-wit. ”
eben is happy to see his little sister, @kalamities
her form was frozen, not for the surprise but for acceptance of the air being crushed from her lungs from an embrace that was long overdue and highly missed. but the shock lasted for as long as her feet touched the ground, her arms hooked around him as she was lifted with forehead buried into the padding on the edge of his shoulder, careful to let him make the movements for the safety of closeness. when eben finally let her rest, zahra was beaming with full toothy grin that wouldn’t dare falter. well, faltered once for the sudden spurt of playful anger, and after managing her arm free she punched her brother full force in the arm.
“ it’s been six moons and you’ve sent no letters, ” she scolded, the anger barely lasting in favor of the growing grin, “ else you would have heard in the reply the last one i frightened away left a poor taste for any more attempts. i’m sure they’re arranging another in secret, planning to spurn the wedding day on me so i have little time to escape. for now i’m free. ”
and already her lodgings were prepared for the comfort of company, the hearth’s heat a welcomed additive from her journey out, despite trasnavda’s forgiving climate. she gestured for him to return back inside, an official invitation accompanied with an appreciative smile for making the place a little more like home-- if only they were meeting under different circumstances.
“ i'd rather be hearing your stories... your adventures, ” she continued, removing her cloak and then the scabbard hidden beneath it. of course she fancied herself a warrior, but it didn’t compare to her brothers’ tales of war and battle, the triumphant and sorrowful encounters. zahra anticipated when she could hear the next, or recall those she heard several times before.
“ perhaps any rumors among the army? ”
( cataclysmfire )
she’d spent time in the archives, listening and reading- but more importantly, listening. she’s rounding a corner, not quite expecting another person- which was quite the surprise, as she often keeps herself aware of every surrounding. there’s a tug of her brows, one that’s genuine, before the mask slips back into place. does eyes are blinked, and she’ll straighten her shoulders, toying with the fabric of her gown. “forgive me.” it’s soft, and her suspicion of the other was rising in the back of her throat, but she won’t let it show. she’s a viper, without a rattle- there were no warning signs to her striking. “is it not courteous to announce one’s self when approaching?”
her hands refolded over her stomach, an accompanying quick recovery to her features that retreated from the sharp defense of surprise to a softer confusion and quirk of the brow. she had met with a sharp tongue sweetened with social sugar, and zahra wasn’t unfamiliar to its use-- nor was it deserving of an honest mistake such as a collision.
“ when entering a room, certainly, ” she began, with a pleasant but cheeky lift to her tiers, “ but i wasn’t aware i was to announce myself through the walls preemptively. perhaps we should both hum at all times to let others know of our presence. ” yet a plethora of chiding voices sang warnings of meeting fire with fire in her ears, and her own frame relaxed from a long sigh and straightened to heed them ( even if the two were only kindling embers ).
“ it’s a situation neither of us meant for, and i truly didn’t mean to disrupt your path. it’s understandable to those eager for knowledge, is it not? to hurry on our way to unlock secrets that fascinates us? if this place carries them, of course. ”
adelaide kane . cis female . she / her . wasn’t that zahra anastase walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the lady of danruba and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously reckless, whilst also managing to be quite ambitious. the thirty year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves aren’t vrajiit . it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of feather fletching against unwavering lips, warped candles snuffed as dawn peeks through the windows, the scent of roses spiced with black pepper. great to see the faustian around, isn’t it ?
Adelaide Kane photographed by Jordan Harvey, 2016