The Lady

lady cosme sosa del ramirez sotera. lady-in-waiting for the queen to be.

[ladycosmc]

the lady cosme sosa del ramírez

by leo.

stats: name: cosme sosa del ramírez age: 36 sexuality: lesbian mbti: enfp

a study in: unreserved femininity, the private & the forbidden, actions based on feelings, the intelligence that comes hand in hand with foolishness

biography:

a middle child of upper nobility with far too many siblings, cosme was entirely - and happily - insignificant in the grand political scheme of things. her family and the governesses all doted on her, and why shouldn't they, bolsterous & loud & ever-happy as she was.

her powers were not world-ending, but they were for cosme; crackling lightning, especially when the weather gave her headaches and her elders' joint pain, would explode from her, burning things and hurting loved ones. at first, they loved her so much that they were patient, tried to help. that time ran out as all her efforts to learn control failed, as her face became synonymous with danger.

she was 13 when they sent her to the capital. she could be trained there, and she could spare her family the difficulty that her existence created. a once-fearless girl became forlorn and quiet, focused on her training - until queen angorian took a liking to her, or perhaps pity, and she was chosen as lady-in-waiting to the queen to be.

they were fast friends, and cosme proved to be the perfect choice. there was no ambition, no jealousy in her veins, nothing but admiration and loyalty toward the soteran heir.

as if it had never happened, cosme was once again bright and shining, and only a keen eye could see the fear that lingered beneath it. fear that her newfound friends and family would turn on her like the first ones had; fear that something within her was fundamentally unlovable; fear that all she could do to hold that reality at bay was smile as brightly as possible.

[ladycosmc]

location: the gardens starter for @nightsxfalls

Well, it wasn't great. No one knew where those jesters had come from, let alone the Thorned King. All the nonsense he'd spouted had many of the nobles fussed - worrywarts all worrying, and even some of the more stoic participants in the masquerade were shaken.

It had been a long time since she'd been able to be alone with Valeria. It felt like they hadn't really had a moment to breathe since the coronation, or maybe even the abdication. But all bets were off, now; everyone had separated, doing their own thing or sleeping or researching. The routine and normalcy had been broken. And Cosme knew exactly where to find the Queen.

The garden had many good hiding spots, and all the once-children who had grown up here knew them. The stars lit the darkness just well enough and sure enough, Valeria had taken a moment to breathe in one of the clearings.

"Good evening, your highness." Cosme approached her with a sweet little smile, a teasing note in her voice when she said the title. "What a riveting masquerade ball, don't you think?"

[ofsteelsilv]

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𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: Sotera palace barracks quarter

𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 & 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆: February 13, 1276; lauds ( 3AM )

   Whoever remained for that midnight blunder, from hired mercs to the newly knighted, gathered for drinks and to bet dice on the fate of their motley pair: banishment or punishment. Now, this would’ve been a good way for armies to kill time, but they're not at war, and had he been their superior, he'd disband ‘em. Someone higher up would get wind of this soon enough. As for him? He stayed around for the intel.

   ‘course, he excelled at calculating odds, but when it came to gambling? All he could think about was the  demise – one crueler than death. And in truth? Nothing’s ever honest about the work; no other approach than to match fix. Stay honest then you'd end up with stacks upon stacks of uncertainty. He regarded ‘em dirt cheap. Never worth whatever risk.

   Enzo shrugged on his stool.

   Eh, let them have their joy. It bolstered morale. What with that petty performance hounding their masters… in turn, so have they.

   He was stationed just near enough to the door to register footsteps approaching. He didn't have to look when the newcomer stood beside him; he just kept to himself and his bananas.

   “Ya plannin’ to join? No one's stoppin’ ya,” he spoke with a mouthful.

[ladycosmc]

Cosme wasn't accustomed to the halls being full like this; crowded, almost. In some ways she liked it, seeing all different sorts of people, never truly able to be alone with her thoughts. In some ways she didn't - though she'd never been one for lonesomeness, it felt off, different in a way that was wrong.

As the nightmares plagued her, she gave up on sleep, and her usual next call of action was to wander. She knew every corner of this palace with her eyes shut, but not like this - dodging people, passing strangers. For some reason, her gut said the barracks might be clearer. At least, clearer of those playing political games.

Instead, there were other games being played. She lit up the moment she saw it, moving in as if she'd been invited, then flinched just a little when she failed to realise there was a whole person standing beside her.

"Oh! Hello!" She curtsied politely. She probably shouldn't have; she might have been able to pass as someone of lower birth, been welcomed in much more enthusiastically to join on the games and bets. But oh well. "I think I might join in. Can I? What are they betting on, exactly?"

[cohenchrismukkah]

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