a romanian trainwreck

king grigore of romania thirtysix third son turned king                   I am better than my past.  I am stronger than my guilt.                    I am louder than my doubts.

[kinggrigore]

haakon

“I’m sorry for your loss; so many in such a short time. To become king and lose a wife…”

"And a son" He said in a voice barely above a whisper "Only weeks after her, he was only a babe"

[kinggrigore]

haakon

“I was king before either were born. I must admit, it is much easier being both father and king in my own country.”

"The contrast is probably just starker to me then, the eldest was twelve when I took the throne and the youngest was five. They lost their mother only two weeks later.”

[kinggrigore]

haakon

“My daughter is two and my son four. I could not think of putting a blade in Mikaela’s hand; she’s still scarce more than an infant.”

“I remember when mine where that age, I wish we’d stayed like that. I wasn’t king then, wasn’t even heir. I had more time with them, time to ensure they where safe but now I have to leave that to others”

[kinggrigore]

haakon

Haakon nodded at the fellow monarch. “I understand that. At least your girls are of an age where it is unlikely they would harm themselves with a knife on accident. My own are far too young.”

"Yes, I don’t allow the younger two to carry them at all times but they know where to find the should they need them. How old are your children?” he asked with curiosity. 

[kinggrigore]

isabella elena

“do you care to dance?,” the princess asked the other. “i’m terribly sorry, did i introduce myself?”

“I’d rather not” Grigore declined rather stiffly from his seat, drinking deep from his goblet “And no, you’ve never been introduced to me.”

[kinggrigore]

haakon

“You’ve taught your daughters to hold a knife?” Haakon was slightly shocked, but after a moment of thought considered it a good idea after what had happened in Switzerland; for at least while they attended the summit. “What ages are they?”

"I lost half of my family in the span of a year, one brother dying fighting beside me in battle. I cannot let anymore of them die if I can help it"  His voice sounding cold and detached. “They’re eighteen, fourteen and eleven”

[kinggrigore]

haakon:

“Well I think we have learnt from that mistake.”

"One would hope we all have. I at least have ensured my daughters recall how to wield a knife and ensuring they know their way out”

[kinggrigore]

haakon

“Did any of us expect strength from a country that has not fought a good battle?”

"I did not expect strength but I expected more than we saw. I did not expect them to fail in such a way”

[kinggrigore]

haakon

“The Swiss were better at being defenseless while somehow less lavish.” He shook in head, a short laugh escaping him. “I would hope we have learnt from the past.”

“Even their short so called strong points are shortcomings, how typically Swiss” he said with a smirk “We will have to be truly stupid to not learn”

[kinggrigore]

haakon

“Yes, they seem much better suited in all than the Swiss in nearly everything, don’t they?” He leaned back in his seat, stifling a roll of his eyes. “A repeat of Switzerland is the last thing we wish for.”

“I wouldn’t say nearly, name one thing the Swiss excelled over the French in” Grigore asked with a laugh “Thankfully a repeat o the scale of Switzerland is near improbable if we even consider a repeat possible” 

[kinggrigore]

haakon

“At least the French can cook better than the Swiss.”

“The quality of their cooking is only an added bonus, this castle also seems to be better fortified”

[kinggrigore]

king torren

“Aye, they do.” Torren shrugged, sticking the needle through the shirt. “But I can get it done quicker. I learnt when I was a lad and away at war you can’t always have a woman mend your shirts, even if they do a neater job. No doubt a servant will fix it properly for me tonight, but for now, my patch up will do.”

“I never bothered patching up my shirts at war, a shirt of cloth won’t stop a sword, holes or not. I’d just wear them till they weren’t a shirt anymore then wear a new one. But I suppose you cant get away with that back here in ‘proper society’ your ways probably the way to go”

[kinggrigore]

King Torren

Torren was shirtless as he mended a hole in the shirt he’d been wearing. “Would you pass me that thread?”

“You’re doing your own needlework?” Grigore asked with a gruff laugh “Don’t they have servants for that here?”

[kinggrigore]

King Torren

“Probably not,” he snorted disdainfully. Torren didn’t think much of a country that couldn’t control its own people and didn’t know how to handle them if they did rise up. His patience for fools was slim, his patience for fools who got men killed non-existant. "Even that would have required knowing their arses from their elbows.”

"Do the Swiss even have forts?" Grigore questioned. The idea of any nations, besides the Vatican, remaining peaceful during this war was laughable to him. The level of cowardice it required, the naivete of such actions. "To think a nation so unready for an attack thought to sway us to peace"

[kinggrigore]

King Torren

“’Haps if the Swiss lived in real fortresses my sister and everybody else wouldn’t have come so close to dying. You can’t even say the place is that pretty anymore and without the prettiness, there’s none of the point.”

"I wouldn’t even say it was that pretty to begin with” Grigore drawled. The daintiness of all the artwork and architecture of the palace was too much for his taste “Even if we had been in a fort who knows if the Swiss would have fared any better”

[kinggrigore]

Emperor Jin

Watching the man be walked away with a deep gash in his side Jin rolled his eyes, “Why start a fight if you do not know what you are doing. You only look like a fool.” He’d watched the argument between two men and the one who was hurt was the one who’d started it all.

”Tensions are still high, and fools are always quick to anger” Grigore offered glancing down at the small pool of blood now on the stone floor. “And perhaps he underestimated his foe.”

[kinggrigore]

theodorlufti:

“It’s just music,” Theodor said, exasperated. He had been playing loudly, singing along, and a crowd had gathered around him, until he had been interrupted by one who had decided he was disturbing the peace, and ordered him to stop. “When did everybody get so boring that they can’t appreciate a song and dance?”

"Just music? Tell me, are you just a simpleton or purely a buffoon?” Grigore barked at the musician from the edge of the crowd, staring him down. "Now is not the time for such frivolities, play your part and help!" Normally he wouldn’t say anything, even though he wasn’t a fan of music, but this was just tactless.