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hm-charles-of-france:

He knew that the gardens in France had to be blooming if they were thriving here in the English environment. But her question distracted him. Looking at their feet as they walked, he thought for a minute, formulating his answer carefully. “Victoire has taken ill as of late, and has requested to be alone,” He said finally. “I’ve seen her for a few minutes at a time, but I do want her to be at her best when she is ready to take visitors,” He said finally, satisfied with his answer. It wasn’t a lie.

“But since you do have my attention, I did have a reason for seeking you out today,” He told her, wanting to change the topic. He felt the same kind of betrayal, deep in his chest, as he had when he’d first met with Victoire behind Isolde’s back. “I have a request of you, now.”

She was dissatisfied with his answer, her face like marble — almost too cold, as she kept her gaze ahead of her, “I see.” Her eyes weren’t trained on anything in particular, more so just acting as guides as she tediously goes over and over every little thing that takes place in her interaction with His Majesty. Genevieve wanted to make sure that she did everything right, calculating each and every step, but perhaps her efforts are wasted. “I’m flattered that you’ve chosen me to merely pass the time with,” she said cooly, her tone dripping in hurt.

Gen knew that she was reaching for the stars when attempting to gain the attention of the King, and when he did grant it to her, she couldn’t help but feel proud of herself. At first it was all in good humor, however it seems like there may have been something more — but clearly she was wrong. His next words threw her off, a brow raising in curiosity as she wondered what his request could be — possibly in regards to Anne? “Of course, Your Majesty,” she replied, finally glancing over at him as she waited for his request.

#{ charles }#{ c: charles }

rhysofwales:

Perhaps you don’t need me to teach you a thing. It was almost an admission that she was allured by his silver tongue and it spurred him, urging him to continue the game. With her words, the side of his mouth lifted in a small sensuous pouting of the lips, propelling him to lean down just close enough to the line of her jaw, careful not to touch. “I can think of a few things,” he said equally as low. Rhys was so close to the woman that he could have sworn he smelled fragrant oils on her skin but he stepped back before he could be entirely sure that she was the source of the heady scent of amber and jasmine.

Even as the place began to feel stuffy despite the spring breeze blowing in from the open windows more and more people eased into the room. It was perhaps time Rhys went to meet some of the other nobles but as he scanned the faces of the men and women gathering, he didn’t find that any of their company were worth ripping himself away from the French lady in waiting. “If only you deign to enlighten me.” He would venerate the stars and sacred stone of her garden, he vowed as much with the gleam in his eye.

You will not kiss this silver-tongued man, Genevieve, she repeated the demaned over and over in her head as he stood mere inches away from her. She could see each of his long lashes that encased his stunning viridescent hues, and her eyes lowered in lust as his nostrils flared, intaking her scent. They truly were like two animals in heat, their desire evident in each little action, however Gen refused to give into his little game; it’s no fun when the chase is over. She let out a low chuckle at his words, at least attempting to hide her blatant desire in light-heartedness, “I’m curious — what would those things be?”

She could feel their interaction coming to an end when she saw his eyes not focused on her anymore, but rather the busy room that they were in. Rather than seem like he was her only option, she mimicked his actions and her eyes swept the room for something or someone that looking like a promising source of entertainment. Though she was prepared to part ways for the evening, Genevieve was actually pleased when he suggested otherwise and with a dip of her head, turned to exit the great room. “I suppose I could do that,” she glanced over her shoulder at him as if to cue him to join her.

#{ c: rhys }#{ rhys }#// LOL hiis nostrils #//i'm too stoned and sleep depprived rn

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#{ charles }#{ meme }

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#{ rosie }#chantilly-rose #{ meme }#//ok so i messaged you but in my head they were closer when they were younger sine gen's been at court for a few years #//we shall discuss(:#//the stuff that's italicized is moreso because in my head they lost touch

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#{ rhys }. { meme }#rhysofwales

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#{ eoin }#irishkingeoin #{ meme }

➵ Anne

#{ meme }#{ anne }#// okay yeah same rules apply here for angled words. they could happen in the future *shrugs* but bolded are like rn feelings you feel me #ascottishking

➵ Arthur

#{ meme }#{ arthur }#//idk how everyone else is doing theirs but for mine the angled words are more so things that could potentially happen #ascottishking

roleplayers-ink

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

scottishprince-blog1

roleplayers-ink:

( adapted from dw’s heart meme. )

#{ meme }

Anne, Eleanor, Alexandria

&&. bed - eleanor

&&. wed - anne

&&. behead - alexandria

#{ meme }#ascottishking #{ anne }#{ eleanor }#{ alexandria }#//anne is already practically her wife tbhh

Catherine, William, and Charles II

&&. bed - william

&&. wed - catherine

&&. behead - charles ii

#{ meme }#hrh-alexandria #{ catherine }#{ william }#{ charles ii }

Tristian, Rhys and William

&&. bed - william

&&. wed - rhys

&&. behead - tristan

#{ meme }#victoriastuart #{ william }#{ rhys }#{ tristan }

anotherrpmemeblog

Ask my muse “Wed, Bed, Behead”

Give my muse three names and they will say which one they will wed, which one they’d bed and which one they’d behead.

#{ meme }#///omg yaassssss send some ok

lordarthurofengland:

Arthur smirked at her teasing, “if all bravery is is a few bloody knuckles then you’d be surprised by the valiance of our drunkards”. He watched the girl attentively as she continued to clean and dress his hand. It wasn’t that he was concerned about the procedures she used, more a habit of looking for cracks that gave way to some second person. His eyes turned down to his hand as she finished, watching as her slender fingers moved across the bandage. His voice lowered in volume considerably, “i’m sure there are many who worked harder milady, and wear it far better”.

“Yes, but the bravery they have from liquid courage isn’t as notable as the one you readily have for your queen,” Genevieve said, her fingers still running across the bandage as her eyes were trained on it in a sort of trance. Her head had stopped spinning and she could feel the effects of the wine beginning to wear off, and she seemed to grow more aware of her surroundings. Straightening her back, her slender digits moved toward his larger fingers, feeling the calloused skin dirtied with ink. He clearly was a hardworking man, evident in not only his fatigued face, but the slouch in his shoulders and the stiffness in his hands, “I think it is becoming of you, my lord,” she smiled at him.

#{ c: arthur }#{ arthur }

lajeuneanne:

Victim surely did seem a fitting word for a man who the pair had set their sights upon. There was really no knowing the impact two women such as themselves could have on a man even with the slightest effort until witnessing it for oneself. At least the princesse was fair in her choices, always settling on those whose eyes were too wandering or whose loyalties were spread so thin between so many women that their disingenuousness could quite nearly be smelled. The princesse laughed as she walked alongside Genevieve. “Where is it that you think he waits?” She wondered with a clever grin, the castle made wonderful hunting grounds for the sport the two played with almost too much choice.

Genevieve was always a go-getter; once she set her sights on something, she had to have it. She didn’t care what the circumstances were, whether it be that the price was too high, or that it wasn’t hers for the taking — at the end of the day, she always got what she wanted. And in her and Anne’s twisted sport, if it could be called that, Genevieve killed two birds with one stones, getting whatever the man has that she wanted and enjoying herself while doing it. It was a good thing that they had traveled to English court; Genevieve had run out of noblemen to kiss. “Perhaps in the great room?” She walked with an extra pep in her step whenever she was with Anne, her nerves jumping in excitement as she did what she did best — seduce.

#{ c; anne }#{ anne }

dukeofcresswell:

He looked out to the crowd as if scanning for familiar faces, though he didn’t dare rest on anyone long enough to signify recognition. “These people have secrets of their own to keep, and I highly doubt they would take kindly to me letting anyone in on their existence. regardless of how fair they may be.”

Genevieve raised a curious brow at the man, “And what do you make of me, Your Grace?” She folded her hands behind her back as she shifted her weight onto one foot, her dark eyes widening as she waited for his answer. Though she knew she was quite the secretive person, she wondered if others could see that as well. “Would you trust me with your secret?”

#{ c: william }#{ william }

hm-charles-of-france:

“My undivided attention is quite hard to keep to oneself, so I would certainly cherish it,” He joked as they walked, smiling faintly. Even Victoire didn’t get his undivided attention these days; today was a rare day that he did not spend most of it surrounded by papers. His advisor had objected but he had left anyway. It was not good form to hide away when court was being held.

“Do you?” He asked, looking down at her as they came upon an exit out towards the gardens, his head tilted to the side. He wondered idly what she had to ask and even though he had faint suspicions, he would not voice them before she had spoken. There was no need to overstep. “Ask it - you are always welcome to ask me whatever you need to,” He added, sincerely. His attention was not wasted, in his eyes, on her and he would rather know her concerns than have her hide them away.

While the risk-taking side of Genevieve was thriving in the presence of the King, the wiser side of her knew that she was making a grave mistake. She knew the difference between harmless and harmful flirting and she was teetering on that line, almost losing her balance. She cared deeply for Anne, as they’ve been best friends for years, but as she watched the man before her with longing eyes, she couldn’t fight her chest aching in desire.

She shook away such serious thoughts away as they entered the ethereal gardens, the haven blooming in the warm weather. The flowers flourished, their vibrant hues adding to the Eden’s brilliance. Genevieve smiled at the man’s words, his etiquette only adding to his desirability, “I thank you for your gentility, Your Majesty,” her gaze focused elsewhere, on a butterfly hovering over a flower. She did not want to look at him as she asked her question, as she didn’t to see his reaction. She was unsure of what his response would be — what if he grew angry with her and walked away? But still, she asked it, “Why is it that rather be with your mistress, you are here with me instead, giving me your undivided attention?”

#{ c: charles }#{ charles }

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