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thereignofadaline:

“Tre Kronor,” she corrected the woman, for she had given the castle a wrong name. There was no malice in her tone, she simply had trying to save the Lady any embarrassment for using the wrong name in front of the Swedish court. Her bold statement had no sense, for Adaline knew by fact Sweden and Germany held a wonderful relationship. And she was absolutely sure Isobel had one of the best chambers, for Adaline herself had been there with her friend. It did not surprise her that a Lady-in-Waiting would not enjoy the treatment as the royal family. Adaline and Arthur had a wonderful bedchamber on a beautiful side of the castle, and she truly couldn’t complaint. It wasn’t correct to criticize the country that was hosting the meeting, but she supposed they hadn’t had the same education. A princess, and of course a Queen, knew how to be grateful for the country’s hospitality, and not act like a brat simply because she didn’t have what others did. She wondered if the German Queen had any idea of the woman she had at her service. Perhaps Isobel had been right all along and the German Queen was not as bright as they all wanted to believe. “I am very grateful for Prince Einar’s attentions. We are guests here and we must have the good grace to appreciate his efforts. I am sure your Queen would agree with me.” If Adaline cared enough, she would tell Isobel’s step-mother about her Lady’s poor judgement and loose tongue, but she was enjoying the concert and had no intention to involve herself in something as childish. She was the Queen of England after all, and soon a mother. “If there is a problem, I am quite certain Queen Caroline will make sure you are comfortable.”

Bea heard Adaline’s tone, coaxing and correcting, more than she heard her words. Bea had a habit of tuning out anyone who didn’t praise and pet her. And unfortunately for all but her, these tendencies had gotten worse as she got more comfortable at court.

“Indeed, Your Majesty,” she said, although the words were not very convincing.

“I suppose there are more important things to consider presently than a lady-in-waiting’s comfort. I am not involved in these great matters, for which I am grateful. For who would like to be in some stuffy meeting when there are entertainments to be enjoyed?”

#{ adaline }

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Her eyes fluttered close as she enjoyed the beautiful sound. It seemed the child loved it as well, for the sweet music had calmed the movement. Her fingers caressed her swollen stomach absently, and for a moment, any discomfort had left and there was just peace. Adaline was trying her best not to worry about her husband and the fact he was in a room with people who were not fond of him and their country, wishing they could go back home soon. She understood this treaty was very important, and so she kept to herself instead of sharing such thoughts with Arthur. It was only then when she realized there was someone talking to her. Adaline opened her eyes and smiled at them. “I beg your pardon, what were you saying?”

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“I was saying,” Bea said with a touch of irritation, “that it is beyond endurance to be given rooms so far from The Kronor. One would think that Germany is not being given equal deference to countries like your own England.”

In truth, there was nothing wrong with the room Bea had been given, but such was her entitlement and arrogance now that she had bed Louis that everything seemed to fall short of her approval.

“I am sure Your Majesty would agree things are not being done as they should.”

#{ adaline }

french-louis:

The talks had been taking their toll, a side effect Louis had anticipated but still could not prepare himself for. Plenty of sleep, healthy food, avoid the wine- all tips his men had given him but Louis knew he had functioned better in worse scenarios. He wanted to still enjoy himself, and the concept of avoiding wine was thus absurd. Upon entering the room, parting the sea of wavering bodies, his hand reached for the full goblet on the servant’s tray. Wine was his medicine. He had grown accustomed to the difference in the foods over the years. Yet every taste and smell of Sweden continued to remind him of Isabella. As he chewed on the vegetables, his gaze caught her dark eyes from across the room before she glided in between the guests, her hand resting on a perfectly swollen stomach. She must have been sixteen here. Sweden was the last place where he had seen her happy, the last place she visited before she died. He still could not get that memory out of his head and he continued to turn to the wine at his side.

Yet his gaze soon caught Bea. It had felt like years since they had last spoken, last touched. He approached her cautiously and formally before smiling. He was anxious not to create a bad impression. The King of Scotland and Cathryn were here somewhere and whilst they were more than aware of his ways, he did not want to make them too uncomfortable. “You seem well, Lady Beatrice.”

"Your Grace,” Bea greeted the King, looking at him with a sidelong glance. She sank into a curtsy and rose, raising her head so that the sapphires on her neck would catch the candlelight and his eyes.

“I am most well, and glad to be here, though things are not quite so grand here as at your court,” she said in a conspiratorial voice, daring to wink at him.

Bea was all too aware of her newfound wealth, the jewels that glimmered in her ears and encircled her neck and the fur that trimmed her sleeves, another gift from Louis. Royal favor quite became her.

“But as these talks are an excuse for feasting and dancing, I suppose I mustn’t complain.”

#{ louis }

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#{ musings }

Bea was in her finest gown and jewels, gifts and bribes from Louis and Galen, respectively, when the feast began with a fanfare announcing the entrance of a royal person. Bea squinted in her chair, for she was far from the high dais where rulers sat, but the figure that had entered the hall was unmistakable. She recognized the broad shoulders and trim, athletic calves of the King of France, Louis, her lover. Just the memory of being in his arms, in his bed, brought a fresh flush to her cheeks which she was sure complemented the soft blue satin of her gown brilliantly. Her neck was decorated by silver and sapphires and her long gold hair was caught in a fine net of silver. She looked (to herself, in her mirror when she was preparing for the feast) like a watery nymph or goddess, and she was eager to turn the heads of many young men that night.

Yet she found that she did not look for very long at the young men around her, for the man that drew her attention easily was King Louis himself. When the feast concluded and the tables were cleared for dancing, Bea found herself moving steady toward the dais where her lover sat, waiting and hoping to be asked to dance.

#{ louis }#hltcstarter #hltcevent05

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#nsfw #//except not because she's always greedy for MOAR #{ visage }

arthurcfengland:

“The Earl has not long returned from Italy, no doubt he will regale you with tales of his adventures.” Arthur could only hope that he could avoid hearing another telling of the Earl’s weeks in Venice.

The lady was certainly not one in Adaline’s employ, so he could only assume that she hailed from one of the courts on the continent. “Who are you serving under, if you do not mind me asking?”

“I am sure I shall be delighted by the Earl’s tales,” she said sweetly, although he already sounded like a bore, judging from the English king’s attitude.

“I am serving under Her Majesty, Queen Caroline. My name is Beatrice Gerhard, Your Grace.” And just because she could not seem to help herself, she curtsied low, making sure that her breasts were pushed out and on full display, and rose with a little glance at the king under her eyelashes.

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❝ Perhaps we should be grateful that it’s not your choice to make. ❞

“If it were, I would certainly not choose that,” Bea said, making a face. Although Bea was a lady of little consequence, she had firm ideas for how the German court could improve. Principal among these improvements would be new gowns and hoods for the ladies, done in the French fashion, rather than those awful gabled hoods that looked like rooftops.

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❝ You have nothing to fear. ❞ (Henriette)

“Indeed,” she answered, dipping a small curtsy in deference to the Infanta. She rose with a rosy confidence that lit her face and cheeks. “I fear nothing, Your Highness. Whatever befalls, you may be sure that like a cat, I will land on my feet.”

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arthurcfengland:

Arthur’s head turned to glance at the lady-in-waiting. “Not tonight.” Tonight was not a night for revelry. Besides, the only one he would happily dance with was his wife. “There are more important things than a gavotte. I am sure that the Earl of Northumberland would be more than obliging to accompany you.” He commented with a wry smile, gesturing to the man, once again robed in the hideous chartreuse doublet he so loved.

Bea pursed her lips, for privately she disagreed that there could be matters of greater importance than dancing in candlelight with a fine partner. But even she had enough sense not to contradict a king.

She inclined her head at his offered advice.

“I thank you, Your Majesty. I shall seek the Earl’s company directly.”

The king put her ill at ease with his direct, but cordial manner. Something told her that this was not a man to be trifled with.

#{ arthur }

❝ Can I offer you a word of advice? ❞

“If it pleases Your Majesty, I would be grateful to hear it,” Bea said in saccharine tones. She did not know if she was to be offered a compliment, a warning, or a reproach, but as the English Queen had given her no special favors thus far, it did not overly worry her. She tended to be concerned only with those who would pet or praise her.

#{ answer }

❝ Do you think, even if we avoid sin ourselves, that we are punished for the sins of others? ❞

“I do so hope not, for I have not earned nor deserve any punishment. My father sometimes says that I am a wicked girl but I am sure he means it in jest.”

#{ answer }

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The White Queen ➝ Sentence Prompts { Part Two }

Episode Three: The Storm

❝ So, the game is that you make demands on me. ❞ ❝ You may question him when you are Queen… You may do then! ❞ ❝ They should just cut his head off. ❞ ❝ I would do it myself if I were a man. ❞ ❝ I would do it myself anyway, as Joan of Arc would have done. ❞ ❝ Perhaps we should be grateful that it’s not your choice to make. ❞ ❝ If he had done it for me, I’d be the happiest girl in the country. ❞ ❝ Father says we must think of her/him as our enemy and so we must. ❞ ❝ We are their pieces on a board. ❞ ❝ He thought I was still that boy/girl that he could control. ❞ ❝ And this country cannot stand another war, especially one within this family. ❞ ❝ So while I am King, I shall give my daughter in marriage to anybody I please. And no one, including you, shall stop me! ❞ ❝ For all your hopes of greatness, you have hurt only yourself ❞ ❝ I hope that you’re happy. ❞ ❝ You will go whenever I command it, and all of you will dance to whatever tune I sing. ❞ ❝ But it seems that that is not enough to win the loyalty of those who are supposed to love him. ❞ ❝ Come to bed. ❞ ❝ I’m with child again, and this time I’m sure it’s a boy. ❞ ❝ You shall have your moment in the light. ❞ ❝ Never forget who you are, and the great name that you bear. ❞ ❝ That’s the best news you could give me! ❞ ❝ He has no backbone and no loyalty. ❞ ❝ I only wish I could ride with you and fight myself. ❞ ❝ You have the courage of any man. ❞ ❝ All you must do is bring the army. God will do the rest. ❞ ❝ Let us hope it is as easy as they promise. ❞ ❝ I need to see the King! ❞ ❝ There is a price upon my head and they’re searching for me. ❞ ❝ How will I live without you? ❞ ❝ You must keep her safe for me, all right? ❞ ❝ I’m sorry for your loss. ❞

Episode Four: The Bad Queen

❝ These things happen. Terrible and tragic though it may be. ❞ ❝ Everything’s ruined! ❞ ❝ But I am all alone. ❞ ❝ You are not alone. You have me. And I will never leave you, I promise. ❞ ❝ We’ll always have each other. ❞ ❝ You doubt your destiny? ❞ ❝ I don’t understand what you’re trying to do. ❞ ❝ How can this possibly help us? ❞ ❝ The sooner you understand that and realise that your fate will always be in the hands of others, the better. ❞ ❝ You are just one tiny piece in a much, much bigger picture. ❞ ❝ It is our only hope. ❞ ❝ Do not involve yourself in this. ❞ ❝ Do something. For once, do something! ❞ ❝ I have been so blind to the true motives of those around me. ❞ ❝ You’re too trusting. ❞ ❝ Until this marriage takes place, I must and will do nothing. ❞ ❝ Can I offer you a word of advice? ❞ ❝ Are we to measure our pain against each other? Are we to compete over who suffered more? ❞ ❝ I understand how difficult all this must be. ❞ ❝ Please, I can’t stay long. Permit me to speak with you. ❞ ❝ You have nothing to fear. ❞ ❝ You should be at home now, surrounded by your friends and those who love you. ❞ ❝ I would like to go home. ❞ ❝ I cannot bear to leave you. ❞ ❝ You are nobody’s child but mine. ❞ ❝ Remember who you are. ❞ ❝ You are with the enemy now. ❞ ❝ Bend the knee, but think always of the sword. ❞ ❝ It may only be a matter of days. ❞ ❝ I will keep them safe. ❞ ❝ I will come to you as soon I can. ❞ ❝ When I was a girl/boy, I thought I was destined for greatness. ❞ ❝ You wanted to be a saint, I wanted to be a sinner. ❞ ❝ Do you think, even if we avoid sin ourselves, that we are punished for the sins of others? ❞ ❝ You are the most pious woman I have ever known. ❞ ❝ I am to be his spy. ❞ ❝ Do you think I married for love? ❞ ❝ It was an agreement, a contract… just like this. ❞ ❝ Fortune’s wheel will never stop turning. ❞ ❝ She’s safe. As long as she stays there. ❞ ❝ I’m so sorry I ever doubted you. I promise you I never will again. ❞ ❝ You have nothing to fear. ❞ ❝ Come here, you. Let me look at you. ❞ ❝ What have you done? ❞ ❝ Everything’s gone according to plan, as I said it would. ❞ ❝ Would you like to meet the King? ❞

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clothofgcld:

“Are you jealous of a rival already?” Galen asked, raising his brows together. He settled back, having set the tone of their conversation to his liking. He was now willing to see where she took it, how far and at what speed. “Perhaps we ought to make our agreements now. Don’t ask after your rivals, and I will not ask after mine. I’m not jealous. Not as such.”

He leaned forward. The light from the braziers nearby did little to illuminate him, skittering across his golden hair and becoming lost in the black of his doublet. He toyed with the ring that he wore on his forefinger, the signet ring of his house. “What you should take to heart is the idea that, as you go through the world, some loyalties are better rewarded than others. Do you follow, my lady?”

“I am not jealous,” Bea said sulkily, and indeed she had not been. For once in her vain, selfish life, she had been considering the larger picture into which she fit. She was not fool enough to think that she was the first lady Galen had approached with the promise of rewards for secrets, and she had simply been trying to ascertain the scope of his plans. But perhaps this was his gentle way of diverting her from that purpose, and preserving his secrets for himself.

Bea’s eyes followed the candlelight that danced across his golden head and fell to the glittering gold of his signet ring, and something entered her eyes like hunger. It was not lust, exactly, but the intensity of the emotion was the same. Galen displayed his wealth with such easy confidence, and that was what Bea wanted above all, to casually suggest to the world that she was wealthy and important and someone to be noticed.

Bea had already learned this lesson, for her loyalty to Queen Caroline had yielded so far only the slimmest of rewards. There was a fortune to be made at court, Bea could feel it, if only one knew the right persons to serve.

Bea considered him with bit lip, aware that for the first time in her young life, every word counted.

“You will benefit from my acquaintance if I may benefit from yours. I am curious about your plans but I will not ask if that is your desire. While I am an unmarried woman of limited means, you may rely on me. Once I have found my true place in the world, I may find such loyalties no longer necessary or rewarding.”

#{ galen }

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