I want adventure in the great wide somewhere

Anya Steffensen | 21 | Princess of Denmark |Unwed

[not-ofreality]

henryoffrance:

Raising an eyebrow at her comment, he crossed his arms. “Would you like for me to leave and talk with someone is far more boring?” He asked, knowing that if he did leave, he probably would get dragged into a conversation he’d rather not have.

He stood up and took a few steps away from the fireplace, as the heat had grown once the flames had taken the logs he had placed in it. “If you truly would prefer me to go, I will.” Henry smiled at her, wondering if she would admit to not minding his presence or simply tell him to leave.

She didn’t want him to go, and she knew he knew it. She could almost hear him laughing at her in his mind, knowing he only offered the choice because he already knew the answer. For a split second she thought about telling him to go, purely out of spite, but she couldn’t let herself do that.

“If you want to go who am I to stop you?” She shrugged, trying to keep her expression neutral. “Though I suppose your company is better than no company at all, so.... You can stay.” She resisted the urge to sigh at her own answer.

[philippa-bennett]

Philippa smiled at the princess, her features relaxing  once again. ‘’But you’re a Princess. It’s forgiven if your highness doesn’t remember everyone, just the one of the importance,’’   she answered simply. ‘’Does your highness likes England so far?’’ 

[not-ofreality]

Anya thought about her response for a moment before answering. “Well, it’s different than my country, that’s for sure,” She laughed softly. “But it’s a good different. I’ve found I’ve been enjoying my time here, more than I thought I would.”

[not-ofreality]

henryoffrance:

He grinned as he saw her face twist for a moment, surprised that she wouldn’t have held it back. Maybe she felt as comfortable with him as he did with her. As that thought passed through his head he was shocked that he’d admit, even to himself that he felt comfortable in her presence. He knew that he enjoyed it, but didn’t think the feelings were one of comfort.

Henry leaned against the stone of the fireplace, feeling the heat rake up one side of his body much more than the other. “My responsibilities for the day have been finished, and the ones for tomorrow can wait until tonight.” He replied, shooting her a smile. Being careful to ensure that his body, and his clothes were far enough from the fire to keep from burning, he shifted slightly. “The downfall of France will take much more than me talking to you. In fact, I think this conversation could be a good thing for France, as we are uniting two nations.”

She’d been taking a drink as he said that, and she had to stop herself from accidentally dropping the cup. She was so taken aback by his comment she couldn’t properly form a witty response for a moment. Whether he meant purely diplomatic relations or something a little more permanent she didn’t know, and she was a little too afraid to find out.

“Well I’m afraid I have little to nothing to offer in the way of diplomacy,” She said, keeping her tone even to play off any hesitation she might have shown. “Since I have no real power maybe your time is better spent talking to someone you could actually make deals with.”

[alya-rose]

“You are more than welcome to take it anytime you like,” She smiled, holding out the small stak she had collected to the blond before standing as well. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, then, Your Highness. Alya, lady to the Queen,”She said with a curtsy and a smile.

[not-ofreality]

Anya curtised as she introduced herself, pleased she had finally met someone who was actually from English court. Everyone else she had talked to so far had only been guests like herself. “And you as well. I hope Queen Catherine is doing all right?”

[henryoffrance-blog]

Henry looked at her when she said that, knowing that people knew he liked women, and wasn’t afraid of showing it. But, he was always discreet about it, never flaunting it in court. Even his flirting was kept to a minimum, only letting it loose when there weren’t many people around. But still, the people would talk.

“If you saw the people I need to talk to, you would see how false that is.” Henry grinned at her before standing up to put more wood in the fire, not wanting the chill to return to the room. “Besides, even if I did tell every woman that I talked t that she was pretty, I would not say that I’d spend some time searching them out.” He said sincerely as he turned back to her, running a hand through his hair.

[not-ofreality]

Anya made a face for a moment before schooling her features back to normal. She had to admit that he had a point, and she hated being wrong. She tried to avoid it as much as possible, but as of late it hadn’t been working very well. With him it was especially hard, because all of his responses came with an attention she hadn’t wanted but didn’t mind having. It was throwing her off and she didn’t like it.

“All right. I’ll let you have that one,” She relented, knowing arguing the point further would be moot. She watched him add more fuel to the fire, like he was planning on staying much longer that he would get cold again. “So what responsibilities are you avoiding to be here? If they’re important I’d rather you do them. I don’t want to be blamed for indirectly causing the downfall of France.”

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[eleanorofscotland-blog]

“That sounds quite cumbersome. I wish I could help somehow but I fear I might just make it worse. You see, I often catch myself struggling with simple everyday things.” Eleanor smiled and nodded, quietly pleased she had been recognised. “I am, yes. Oh? Was it perhaps Caysa you had this conversation with? She’s my oldest friend and seems to flatter me behind my back.” 

[not-ofreality]

Anya nodded. “Yes, that was her,” She smiled. “She’s quite...” She thought for a moment, trying to think of the right phrase to describe Caysa. “Free spirited. You’re lucky to have a friend like her, I’ve only spoken to her once but even I know she’d do anything for you.”

[henryoffrance-blog]

“It’s quite possible, you do seem to be good company.” He replied, taking in her raised eyebrow. Henry smiled at her, an actual smile and not a smirk. He folded his hands, letting them rest on his stomach. He seemed almost at ease with her as she did with him, which made him shake his head.

“Is it so hard to believe that I like to spend my company with those I like? It doesn’t hurt that you have a pretty face either.” Now his smirk was back, and with it a raised eyebrow of his own.

[not-ofreality]

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, but I’ll give you credit for trying. I bet you say that to every girl you talk to,” She said. She was a little saddened by the truth behind her own words. He was known for flirting with everyone, just like he was trying to do now. She knew his comments meant nothing to him, even if they were starting to mean something to her. She tried not to think about it in hopes of burying it in the back of her mind.

[fortheqgossip-blog]

Thoughts on the younger princess of Denmark?

The exact opposite of her sister, princess Anya strikes me as a free spirit. She represents every little girl’s idea of princess and looks that way as well. Butterflies, dresses, puppy dogs and green meadows; that is princess Anya.

[eleanorofscotland-blog]

“Why, I should think most men would enjoy a wife who can use their skills for entertainment. I think your mother must be a very wise lady.” Of course, she had never met this girl’s mother, but she couldn’t help believing the woman’s words held some truth. “It was my pleasure. It’s always quite embarrassing when you are caught picking up things and making a mess. I am glad I could help.” 

[not-ofreality]

Anya laughed. “That is is, though I find myself making more messes than I’d like.” She knew she’d never seen the girl before, but she couldn’t help but think she seemed familiar. After a moment or two, something in her brain clicked. “You’re Princess Eleanor, aren’t you? I’ve spoken with one of your ladies before, she told me about you. All good things, of course.”

[therencgade]

unusual & exciting

“Who goes there?” Rhys called out to the silhouette of a woman. From the back he hadn’t recognised her as one of the Danish sisters. It was late but Rhys had grown tired of the four walls of his chamber before deciding to set out for a midnight stroll near his quarters. But he hadn’t been without his sense—the Prince brought along a small but sharp weapon, just as he was instructed to always do. “I see you.”

@not-ofreality

[not-ofreality]

Walking the halls after the castle wasn’t anything new to Anya, and in fact she did it quite often. She didn’t always find people who’d had the same idea as her, though. So when she heard a voice call out to her, she tried not to jump as she turned around to face them.She recognized the prince though they hadn’t spoken before. She gestured to his hand that hovered at his side, like he was ready to grab a weapon at a moments notice. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t stab me in a dark hallway, because then I’d have to explain why I got stabbed in a dark hallway.”

[lafemmegenevieve]

A light laugh escaped the brunette at the girl’s words, “You along with everyone else, Your Royal Highness.” She glanced over her shoulder at the men, who continued to drink and watch them. 

[not-ofreality]

Anya noticed her eyeing the people around them, realizing that many of them would eagerly spread gossip about anything they deemed interesting enough. With that in mind, she reminded herself to be careful about the conversation topic. “How are you enjoying England so far?”

[henryoffrance-blog]

He laughed at that, knowing that he himself would probably say the same if it was she who had asked him. Henry finished what was in his cup, placing it back on the table that held the teapot. “I highly doubt I would have enough time to come looking for you every time I suspected that you were hiding.” He said, looking back at her.

She seemed more at ease now than their first meetings, which made him think. Perhaps she was becoming more comfortable in his presence, which he wouldn’t mind at all. Henry ran a hand through his hair as he wondered what her response might be.

[not-ofreality]

She nodded in acknowledgement of his words, figuring he was right. France was a large country and probably required the combined efforts of the royal family to keep it running smoothly. Not that she would know or anything. It was a wonder he had any time to himself even now, let alone the other times they’d met. The fact he chose to spend it with her was another type of miracle.

“Are you saying that you would if you did have the time?” She asked, raising an eyebrow and fighting a laugh.

[henryoffrance-blog]

He nodded at her statement, knowing it to be true. “I’ve always tried to be able to do as much for myself as possible, as it can be irritating to just sit around and do nothing for yourself.” He told her, taking a sip from his tea. The warmth of the tea and the fire combined perfectly, keeping the room and himself nice and warm.

Henry leaned back in his seat, his cup still in his hand. “Have you found any new hiding spots since we last met?” He asked, curious if she had found some that he hadn’t, and if she would tell him where they were. This Princess seemed a challenge, and he rather enjoyed it.

[not-ofreality]

Anya lifted her shoulders and let them drop lazily, still clutching onto her cup. Her hands had leeched most of the warmth from it already, but the fire was starting to make up for it. “None that I’d tell you about. Can’t have you showing up every time, can I?”

In truth, she’d found a few of them since she’d last seen him. But she knew there was only so many to find, and if she spilled where they were, she wouldn’t have anywhere to be alone. Even her room was always occupied by her sister or some of their ladies. Sometimes you just needed complete silence.

[not-ofreality]

Rhys, Henry, Alasdair

Wed - Henry |  Bed - Rhys | Behead - Alasdair

[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.

[alya-rose]

“You would think so,” She agreed with a laugh, nodding as she helped gather up the stack of paper around them. “Though, I myself often trip walking down these halls. I tend to blame it as a bump in the carpeting,” She said conspiratorially. 

[not-ofreality]

“I may just have to steal your excuse,” She grinned, picking up the last few sheets of paper to add to her pile. When she was sure she had the last of them, she stood up again. “I don’t believe we’ve met before. My name is Anya, Princess of Denmark.”