[ i’m going on hiatus until the seventeenth so that my boyfriend and i can spend time together during his first week in maine with me! now that matthias’ will has been posted (HOLY FUCKING SHIT TASHA), i wanna let y’all know some stuff. ;)
it stands to reason that people in the castle may have gossiped about alhwin’s birth without saying his father was a duke, thusly leaving his paternal heritage up to debate among the visitors. any of y’all who want to make your characters believe that alhwin is actually matthias’ illegitimate son, this is your green light to have them assume as such. taking into account the scene they sort of made at the ball and the fact that he was raised so close with the royal family and that alhwin was in his will… eyes emoji? yeah. go wild. B) this has the tasha seal of approval tm so don’t worry about that!
if anyone wants to plot with this (or with anything else), just let me know! i won’t be posting this week, but i’ll still check the dash and answer messages when i can. ]
[ i’m going on hiatus until the seventeenth so that my boyfriend and i can spend time together during his first week in maine with me! now that matthias’ will has been posted (HOLY FUCKING SHIT TASHA), i wanna let y’all know some stuff. ;)
it stands to reason that people in the castle may have gossiped about alhwin’s birth without saying his father was a duke, thusly leaving his paternal heritage up to debate among the visitors. any of y’all who want to make your characters believe that alhwin is actually matthias’ illegitimate son, this is your green light to have them assume as such. taking into account the scene they sort of made at the ball and the fact that he was raised so close with the royal family and that alhwin was in his will... eyes emoji? yeah. go wild. B) this has the tasha seal of approval tm so don’t worry about that!
if anyone wants to plot with this (or with anything else), just let me know! i won’t be posting this week, but i’ll still check the dash and answer messages when i can. ]
“as well as i can,” her answer came with a shrug. “though the lack of news from my loved ones worries me.” for the first time, she’d felt out of the loop. she knew very little of the safety of the german royal family or her brothers. but, most of all, she didn’t know the whereabouts of her cat. “they have been…very jarring. i never thought – “ she had to stop herself from saying anything else, for her hands had begun to shake while the images of the attacks were still fresh in her mind. “i will keep that in mind, thank you.”
“who are you searching for? i will gladly pass on messages and information where i can; if i hear anything of them, i’ll be sure to tell you.” he offered a kind smile, pity tugging in his chest. max and matthias were both injured, of course-- but if he knew nothing of their whereabouts or conditions, he would be in a much sorrier state.
none of them had thought the attack would come. none of them thought they’d lose their loved ones in such a frightening manner. he understood where she was coming from. “i know, princess. we’re all shaken; we may only do what is in our capabilities to heal ourselves and those around us.”
-- here there be personality quizzes.
tbh i’m not sure how much i believe the first three results but? aight...
which greek god/goddess do you reflect the most?
Hermes
Hermes is considered a god of transitions and boundaries. He is described as quick and cunning, moving freely between the worlds of the mortal and divine. He is also portrayed as an emissary and messenger of the gods; an intercessor between mortals and the divine, and conductor of souls into the afterlife. He has been viewed as the protector and patron of herdsmen, thieves, oratory and wit, literature and poetry, athletics and sports, invention and trade, roads, boundaries and travelers.
which famous king or queen are you?
Richard I
Chivalrous and charming, you are Richard I – The Lionheart (1189-1199)! A natural leader, you were born to rule - not just forced into it. Others flock to your magnetic personality, and are swooned by your genuine charm. You are not only a gifted leader, but one who leads by example, a rare feat. Richard I was a crusading King who gained fame for his chivalry, courage and indefatigable spirit. He earnt the respect of his great enemy Saladin through vast crusades, sweeping the entire continent of Europe.
which shakespeare character are you?
Macbeth
You are a strong, powerful, charismatic personality. People do what you say...or get the heck out of your way. You are practical, matter of fact, and you'll do whatever it takes to get the job done. Your single-mindedness can make you a bit of a loner. Three course meals and fancy cocktails aren't for you - you're far too practical for that frou frou nonsense. Be careful that, in your drive for excellence, you don't push everyone away. You might need friends when you least expect it.
what is your greek godly parentage?
Hades
Your godly parent is Hades, The God of the Dead and Wealth, Lord of the Underworld. Children of Hades usually are isolated and used to doing things alone. Your solitary existence makes you susceptible to being very wary about strangers, and while you appreciate and crave kindness, you might feel offended as you believe you don't need any special treatment. Children of Hades appear calm and quiet, but can be passionate with joy, love, or rage when situations arise. Because Hades oversees law and conduct, children of Hades tend to have a set definition of acceptable morals, and require a lot of help to change their perspectives. You are extremely protective of the small circle of people that you trust, and any insult against them is an insult to you, which you will not forget anytime soon. Despite being honorable, misunderstood, lawful, intelligent and hardworking, children of Hades can have a darker side too, warping these traits into cunning, ruthlessness and deviousness. More often than not, the good rules over the bad, and children of Hades operate in grey areas to ensure that they achieve their end result.
how would jane austen describe your love life?
''Where the heart is really attached, I know very well how little one can be pleased with the attention of any body else.''
You believe life is all about finding your one true love, and you're not about to waste your time on Tindr dating an endless stream of "Netflix and chill"-kinda guys. You're searching for a soul mate, and there's no way you'll settle for anything less.
what is your fatal flaw?
Your brutal honesty.
You’re blunt. You’re outspoken. Frankly, you’re kind of a jerk. But you get away with it because you’re usually right and also because you’re indispensable to the major plot. But honestly? It’s going to come back to haunt you. One of these days, you’re going to be TOO honest. You’re going to refuse to lie at a critical juncture, upholding your honorable caustic truthfulness, and you’re going to pay the ultimate price for it.
how would you die in a shakespeare play?
Poison
It’s not the most glamorous of deaths, but it’s perfectly respectable, as deaths go.
which shakespeare archetype are you?
The bastard prince
You’re of noble blood, but you were born out of wedlock, so now you’re evil. Maybe it’s because society has written you off as an outcast. Maybe it’s because the throne that’s rightfully yours is going to your younger brother. Either way, you’re probably the villain of this story, or at least a recurring annoyance. See: Don John from Much Ado About Nothing, Edmund from King Lear, and a character from King John who’s literally known as The Bastard. (Though he, at least, gets to be a cool and complex character.)
what would you die of in the middle ages?
The plague
You would’ve died during the Black Death, which, you know, gross, but at least you’re in good company—something like one-third of the population of England died of it, too. No one had a clue what was causing it (they didn’t know about germs yet), so they just figured God was mad at them or the planets were out of wack and decided to hope for the best while continuing to drink their ale from the same turd-infested mead-hall. The bad news: this was a terrible way to go. (Don’t Google it unless you want to read the word “sputum” over and over again.) The good news: you would’ve died pretty quickly, so at least you’ve got that going for you.
are you the protagonist?
You are the protagonist!
You're Harry Potter, Frodo, Dorothy, and Katniss all rolled into one. It's all about you, all the time. You may be some sort of Chosen One, or a dystopian heroine with a witty inner monologue, or maybe you're the John Watson to someone else's Sherlock Holmes. Whatever the case may be, it's your world and the rest of us are just living in it.
would you survive a shakespeare play?
You would survive a Shakespeare play!
You are a Horatio among Hamlets and a Macduff among Macbeths. Whether it’s because you tend to stay out of the drama or simply because you’re good with a sword, you are a higher caliber of person and would definitely make it through an entire Shakespeare play without getting smothered or stabbed or poisoned or eaten by a bear, which is nothing short of a miracle.
the two of them sat there in silence for a few moments, max breathing heavily into the material of alhwins shirt. he was finding solace in the arm wrapped around him, the close vicinity the two of them were having was the only thing stopping him from allowing more tears being spilled. “ thank you. “ max whispered, not exactly sure what he was thanking the other for, but the statement carried weight. it was hard to allow it to pass his lips, as the prince never did like to admit vulnerability.
as soon as alhwin apologized himself max shook his head, pulling back just a slight amount so he could look at alhwin. “ you did nothing wrong, it is i who is too on edge. “ the prince paused as alhwin shifted to both knees, and he allowed himself to be pulled closer to the other. his own position wasn’t the most comfortable, but he knew that didn’t matter at the moment. “ you did the best you could, and then some. it was my foolish order that separated us, and that led to me receiving my, hindrance. “ the last word was spoken almost bitterly, almost spitting off of his tongue. “ you saved our little dove, and many others. that’s all i could ask for. “
“the fault of my actions will never lay with you.“ he hesitated, let out a gentle sigh. “i must apologize in advance,” alhwin continued quietly, finally pulling away from max only because he knew his prince could not be comfortable. “regardless of how many times you demand it of me, i will not be leaving your side again. i value your life to much to ever risk it again, even at the cost of my own.” he bowed his head, not daring to look into max’s eyes again. “you have always been my prince first and best friend second, but no longer. your words and orders are law to me, but not when i believe they will put you in danger. i cannot lose you, max.” he would not cry. though, his conversation with matthias had seemed to have opened the floodgates, as it were, and in light of matthias being on his death bed he’d found his eyes more prone to burning with tears at inopportune moments– not to mention his nonverbal spells were popping up with more frequency, and the inability to speak when he so desperately needed to clawed against his throat more often than he’d like– he’d be lucky to get out of this conversation with dry eyes and his speech intact.
max’s entire body jerked as he heard alhwins almost booming voice, his entire posture tensing up in fear surprise. as the guard grabbed his wrist to stop him from hurting himself anymore, max had to very consciously stop himself from pulling it away from the other. even thefamiliar hand pressed against his face almost made the swiss wrench away from alhwin, but the tight grip the other had kept him grounded. his breathing was labored, and when his head was turned all max could do was stare. “ i can’t imagine a day where you aren’t next to me, whin. “he whispered, eyes flickering from being trained on the guard, to the soft lips being pressed against his knuckles. “ no, no more men. “ max was quick to backpedal on the others statement, and he started to forcefully shake his head. “ i don’t, i can’t, trust anyone else in this castle anymore. even, even my fathers own men are untrustworthy. you are not. “ the prince turned his hand so it was holding alhwins, and he tilted his body so his forehead was resting against the others shoulder once he leaned forward. “ please don’t ever leave me. be by my side until G-d decides it’s my time. “ max whispered (and begged), his voice muffled by the material of alhwins shirt front.
his heart broke at how terrified max sounded-- this was his fault. he never should have left max, regardless of his orders. "you know i will not leave you, maxie," he promised quietly, fiercly, sliding his arm behind to wrap around max's waist. he turned his head, pressing his face against max's hair in silence. what more was there for him to say? he himself didn't fully trust anyone outside of the royal family any longer, much less with max's life.
"i'm sorry for scaring you," he said after several heavy moments-- he'd seen max's eyes widen at his yell, how he'd flinched when alhwin had grabbed him. and he had felt bad about it, but how else could he handle max? what else was there to do? he couldn't just watch him torture himself and stand by idly. "it was not my intent. i'll do better." he squeezed max's hand, shifting to sink down on both knees and pull him closer; the solid, warm presence in his arms comforted him in a way simply seeing max safe could not.
he gasped in pain as the sword he was holding clattered to the ground, the noise reverberating throughout the empty room. max fell to his knees, his left hand curled around his right shoulder, as if the vice-like grip would stop the throbbing pain. “ fuck. “ he gasped out, trying to fight back the tears that he was threatening to spill. “ damn it, damn it, damn it! “ the prince was starting to yell louder, and the painful grasp changed into a fist, and he angrily punched his shoulder. “ G-d damn it! work you stupid shoulder! don’t be a fucking imbecile, and work! “ the prince did not even hear the door behind him open, not over his painful yells. his voice dropped to a whisper, and he finally let a single tear fall. “ why can’t you work anymore? “
“this has gone on long enough!” alhwin cast a withering glare to the servant who had come in the door, sending them scurrying away with a small noise of alarm. he strode forward, kneeling at his prince’s side and grasping his wrist in an iron grip to prevent him from further injuring himself. “i’ve let you have your fun; you cannot hold a sword now, much less use one, and that is that!” his free hand reached up, swiping max’s tear away with his thumb before cupping his cheek with his hand. he lowered his voice, speaking in a more soothing tone. “the time will come where you can, max. trying too early will only frustrate you and leave you feeling helpless. look at me.” he tilted max’s face toward him, waiting until tear-bright eyes met his own before speaking, face soft in a way only few knew. “until the day comes that you can wield again, i will be at your side, just as i have always been. you are going to have to rely on me for your protection, whether you like it or not.” he lifted the hand he held, bowing his head and closing his eyes to kiss max’s knuckles and murmur against them. “do you not trust me to keep you safe, my prince? if you would prefer more men on your detail, i will make sure it happens. just please, stop hurting yourself because of my inadequacies as a guard.”
nadine jumped at the sudden jostle of her bed, taking the slightest second to pull her blanket up to shoulders. purply contusions were splattered all across her neck, she didn’t wish for anyone to see them. her body went tense, muscles as stiff as the wood that supported her while fingers went ghost white from clasping fabric too harshly. then she heard the young man’s apologies and laid her eyes upon him, instantly relaxing upon seeing his intentions. “no…it is…quite alright, no harm was done.” her fingers fiddled with a loose thread on her blanket, her eyes watching him with a gentle curiosity. the man looked as though he needed was a full night of rest and nadine knew the feeling – the last few nights had gone sleepless for the princess.
“are you faring well, princess?” he asked gently, taking a step back and reaching behind him blindly to grasp max’s hand, at least wanting physical reassurance he was fine while he spoke with nadine. “the past few days’ events have been... horrific.” she reminded him of stéphanie in a way; she gave off an air of naivety and innocence despite being so clearly distrustful and tense. “i hope you know that should you need anything, you need only ask the good doctors here and they will do their best to accommodate.”
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[ now that the event is over, i’m really lacking threads– i’ll post an open starter tomorrow maybe, but in the meantime if you wanna plot please im me or like this! ]
since the attack, alhwin and max had spent most of their time split between the infirmary and their rooms, or with matthias or stéphanie (the latter of whom scarcely let alhwin leave her side without tears). currently they were in the infirmary; he had been booted a few feet away by the attending doctor, having been too quick to draw his sword every time he thought he saw the doctor holding something sharp or liquid. he was keeping max trained in his sight, fighting the urge to shoo the doctor away and looking over his prince himself, despite having no history of medicine whatsoever.
it wasn’t until he bumped into the bed behind him that he realized how restless he was being; the attack had left him high strung and he’d not had a restful night since. “my apologies,” he said, turning to give a hasty bow to the occupant of the bed and taking his eyes from max for the first time in days. “i hope i haven’t disturbed you too much or aggravated your injuries.”
[ now that the event is over, i’m really lacking threads-- i’ll post an open starter tomorrow maybe, but in the meantime if you wanna plot please im me or like this! ]
A louder voice cut across the terrified crowd, and Karoline looked up to find the source. A man was coming towards her, his own mask around his neck, and she recognized him as soon as he was close enough. Of course the guards would be taking charge, and she trusted this one to have sense. And he was looking to her for help. Well, two was certainly better than one.
“Where should we send them?” she asked quickly. “Most of them haven’t set foot outside the palace since arriving,” she reminded him. She glanced towards the city she knew almost as well as the palace by now, trying to think. “We could send them to the cathedral, since they can follow the bell tower,” she suggested, looking back at Alhwin. “Or do you think that’s too far?”
“it shouldn’t be too far-- being further in the city will be safer than on the outskirts anyway, i believe.” she seemed vaguely familiar, but alhwin simply chalked it up to them having spoken some time previously. he couldn’t recognize her behind her mask, but he wasn’t entirely concerned, occupied as he was with how to find max and peter in the chaos when he returned. it struck him as a kittle odd that she suggested the cathedral-- if she was a foreign noble, how would she know so easily where it was?-- but she had pointed out herself that the bell tower could be seen from here. he could focus on it later, he supposed.
after a short moment, he spoke again. “when we arrive, will you be able to look after them? i’ll inform the proper people in the city of tonight’s happenings, but i need to return to the castle for my family.” he was referring to the family he served, of course, but a realization hit him like a blow to the chest. they were his family-- not just those he served, but those he cared for and who cared for him in return. peter, max, adela, matthias-- they were all still in the castle, all still in danger, and he was wasting time. he needed to get these nobles to the city, convince emiline to stay with stéphanie, and return for the royal family. he raised his voice to be heard, all but forgetting the conversation he’d been having.
“there’s no need for alarm, but we need to move as quickly as we can. we’re heading for the city, and will come upon a safer passage shortly. those who can fight, take weapons and head for the front of the group; i need a few men back here as well.”
[ sorry, family stuff came up yesterday! i'll get to the replies now, and if anyone wants to continue threads privately after the event just pm me! :) ]
