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HRH Charlotte York | Caius Atían | Isabella Oxenstierna 

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courtesies​:

❝  I know, ❞ she admitted with a sigh. Yet it was hard to fight a mother’s instinct to want the best for her children. It was a secret that Frederica fought hard to keep but Isabella out of all her children had always brought a smile quickest to Frederica’s countenance. To watch her as she so conscientiously cared for her mother was a balm for the soul.   ❝ Seeing them so grown makes me fear I’ve missed too much. Time passes ever quicker the older you get. ❞ Frederica reached for the teapot, pouring them each a cup, though leaving Isabella to sweeten hers to her own desire.  ❝ A new babe in the family is always a cause for celebration. It seems like it was just yesterday I was pregnant with you.❞

“Well what’s important is you’re here now. And I’m sure that the children will enjoy as much time as they can spend with you,” Isabella said, remembering how different her childhood had been growing up with her siblings and governesses instead of with her parents, the world had changed since then, and she was glad that Cat’s children were so close to her. Smiling gently, she shook her head, “Come mama, that was so long ago,” she said, though she appreciated the sentiment of her mother’s statement, “I am thankful that we can spend more time together now,” 

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enlightenedwomen​:

While Louise had been blunt about many things to Isabel, she still feared that there was much her daughter was hiding. She was an adult, and she was entitled to her privacy, but she felt helpless. Perhaps it was that she wanted to do everything to get into her daughter’s good graces or simply the unconditional love she had for her daughter. Either way, she wanted to make sure she wasn’t missing anything. The best method to handle this was to talk to her lady. Genevieve was a darling girl who was always there for Louise. She hoped now the noblewoman would help her as well. When she returned to the nunnery with some supplies, she was able to easily find Genevieve alone. “Lady Genevieve,” she called out. “I was hoping to speak with you a moment. Do you have some time to spare?”

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Genevieve was surprised to hear the Queen mother’s voice behind her, but once she did, she immediately stood and then fell again to a curtsy, “Your grace, my apologies for not greeting your entourage at the entrance I wasn’t made aware of your visit,” she said, lowering her head before she stood again and saw that she had brought supplies from court with her, presumably for Louise. “Of course... did you want me to fetch Louise and tell her of your arrival?” she asked, not sure what the Queen mother might want to talk to her about. 

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maryork​:

Mary had never been one to search for physical affection, but nonetheless she hugged her sister in return. “The youngest of us and already about to wed,” Mary said into her shoulder, before pulling back to look at her sister’s face. She looked so happy. “I am well. The journey wasn’t too perilous, the seas treated us well.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Charlotte said, smiling at Mary and leading her down the hallways of the castle to her chambers where they could rest and speak freely. “I’m happy that you have come to visit, sister... I hope that Phillip and I can show you around Portugal while you are here?” she asked, offering Mary some refreshments that the servants had prepared, “Is there any news of home? How is Victoria?” 

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courtesies​:

@ofaureum ft. genevieve.

❝ Tell me, have you ever written a fake letter? ❞ The paper in front of Louise was empty, though there was a blot of ink on the wood next to it, and next to that a feathered pen. In the last fifteen minutes, she’d almost chewed her lower lip to rawness whilst trying to think. Now, she turned in her seat to look at her friend. ❝ I barely even writing real letters, Genevieve. Only, duplicity is called for, and so is a little writing, if I wish to have any contact with Malec again. Will you help me? Or at least, go on a walk with me and help me put hard work off until later? ❞

The question had come out of no where, but Genevieve wasn’t surprised that it was passing Louise’s lips. She knew the truth of her affection for the scotsman and that the baby she carried was his, and she felt bad for her friend, sad that she was shut away from the world because of a product of love. “Come... let me do the writing and at least that way it will be more believable for it to pass as meaningless correspondence when it is mailed out of here..” she said, nodding and taking a seat next to her friend, picking up a fresh sheet of parchment and a quill. “Just tell me what you wish to say and I’ll mail it out immediately after we’ve finished,” 

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catherinanystroms​:

“They are saying all seems well. They cannot know for certain, but I am praying for another boy.” Princesses grew up to marry into kingdoms across the world, and Catherina couldn’t bare to lose her children- even for such a happy reason reason. She let out a sigh, giving a shake of her head at her sister’s question. “Both you and Mother are asking the same questions. I am fine, Bella. Is there something about me that seems stressed?”

“Well that is true, but I’ve also heard that a mother can have her inklings,” she said, smirking at her sister as she chuckled and nodded, hoping that her sister’s dreams of having another boy would be fulfilled when the little one was born. “You know me, I’ve been compared to mother my whole life,” Bella said, rolling her eyes, as she had heard the same thing since she was a little girl - how much she resembled her mother in looks and in personality. “I only asked because I can imagine how difficult it is remaining healthy and at ease while ruling as Queen of a country..” 

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wxbboflies​:

He shook his head looking at the woman who was of greater stature than him and he half bowed. He straightened himself out and offered a smile, “your highness.” In truth theo was not one who cared for rank or title but he would not upset this woman who was stunning. Although it could be the ale, talking as he has made that mistake with many women before. “I’ve had a rough night. apologies.”

“There’s no need for titles, and even if there was I’m certainly not worthy of ‘highness’,” she said, laughing gently as she waved off his attempt at distancing them through social rank, she didn’t care for it and only adhered to it when she was in the presence of her mother and sister, or at court. “Again with the apologies? Believe me, I have seen much worse effects of ale and spirits at court than any offences you have caused tonight. What is your name?” 

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Nations are at war and it’s been said (Genevieve Argent) of (France) has taken a stand. (She) is/are (25) years old and serve as (lady in waiting). They are known to be (resilient) but also (headstrong). With the world at war, this (loyalist) is deciding what moves to make next. Where those moves take them? Only fate can decide. Portrayed by (Caitlin Stasey, cisfemale).

Genevieve was born to a noble family in France, her mother was from a rich family in Burgundy who married her father, a noble frenchman making their new family have a combination of riches and nobility. 

She has been at court since she was a child, and was always destined to serve as a lady in the Princess’s household. As such, they grew up together and formed a genuine friendship. Genevieve’s allegiance will always be with the french Princess, no matter what the issue is. 

She serves as Louise’s lady in waiting, but she also is her closest confidante and supporter at Court. When the Princess was sent to the convent, she volunteered to go with her to make sure that she wasn’t alone and had someone there to be a friend and companion. She knows the truth about the reason Louise was sent to the convent but as a romantic at heart, she has never judged her for it. 

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bragxnzaking​:

He nodded his head accepting what she said before sighing, “You make this life worth it charlotte. I want to give you the world and then some.” He murmured leaning his forehead against hers. “Before you know it we shall be married and you never have to leave me again.”

He held her in his arms, “You can go to England to visit family but this is your home now..I am your home now…You’ll always come back to me.” The young king heard his betrothed words, before kissing her softly. “I love you. I love you more than the world we live in. You know that?”

Charlotte smiled at Phillip, the ring on her finger giving her a sense of security that she had not felt in a very long time- a sense of security that she hadn’t even realized she was missing in her comfortable life as a daughter of York. “You know, I never really gave much serious thought to marriage before I came to Portugal... I knew that it was my duty as a princess, but other than that I never gave it a second thought... until I met you,” she said, laughing in memory of that day and the craziness of it all. How they had just met by chance, in the castle grounds with him playing a game that she took interest in. “And once I had met you, I’ve thought of nothing but how amazing it would be to get to be with you and never have to leave you... this is like a dream come true,” she whispered, nodding her head. 

“I do know that, and I hope that you know I love you just as much if not more. You are my home now, and I am yours... I have no doubt in my mind that the life we build will be a great one,” she said, knowing that it was important for her to secure a good marriage, and finding one in Phillip meant that she could marry for love too. “I had a feeling you were up to something when you greeted me by the docks, but I never expected something so romantic. I love you,” 

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catherinanystroms​:

“I would be so glad if you stayed.” If their mother was to stay up to the arrival of the babe- as she had with Catherina’s first two children- then Isabella would be a welcome distraction from the duchess’s nagging. “They grow too fast, I think.” Amalia was now toddling around with little struggle, and sometimes it seemed as if she learnt a new word each day; and Christian was learning to write in Danish, with French to be added shortly. “You can almost see them grow taller if you keep your eyes on them for long enough. They must have doubled in size since you last saw them.”

Isabella smiled at her sister’s response when she realized that it was exactly what she had hoped for. “I’m so glad, it would be my honor to stay for the birth. What are the midwives saying? Do they think it will be a little Prince of Princess?” she asked, happy to see her sister so happy with the family that she had built. “Oh absolutely, I remember being able to carry them with ease on my last visit and now look at them!” she said, laughing at how incredibly her niece and nephew had grown up. “And how are you feeling? I hope you are not stressing yourself out too much Cat,” 

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maryork​:

“Look at you,” Mary said, putting on a smile as she brushed Charlotte’s hair off of her shoulder. She had arrived earlier that day, and it was the first time the sisters had had a chance to speak alone since Mary had heard the news. “My little sister, to marry the king of Portugal.” Mary could scarce believe it. “You’re positively glowing, Lottie.”

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Charlotte smiled as soon as she saw Mary, and her smile brightened even more when she talked of her engagement to Phillip. “Thank you, Mary. I’ve never been happier.” she said, nodding and embracing her sister as soon as she was close enough to do so. “I’ve missed you. How are you? I hope the journey wasn’t too taxing?”

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catherinanystroms​:

“I found him rude and inconsiderate to say the least.” Her jaw tightened at the thought of his visit- at how he had claimed she was the rude and disrespectful one; as if he were one deserving of such respect in the first place. “He’s a volatile man, do you not think?” He had come into her home without permission and she had taken great offense to his words. “How long shall you stay for?” Catherina asked, a part of her hoping her sister might stay until the babe came- it would be a comfort, to have family present. “The children are so glad of their aunt’s visit. They love it so much when you spend time with them.”

“Sounds like he is the same no matter which court he is in, then.. at least from the stories I’ve heard from others at Swedish Court. You know me. I try not to remain at court for too long.” she said, sighing as she was sad to know that her sister had experienced that kind of behaviour, but not completely surprised. “I will stay for as long as you wish me to. I had hoped to stay to see my youngest little niece or nephew and support you through their birth if that would suit you.” she said, smiling at her sister and placing a supportive hand on Cat’s arm. “And I adore them, spending time with them is such a joy.” 

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ingridmoen​:

She laughed softly when he walked over, “Well of course I am. You are foreigner who does not speak our mother language.” She stood up, touching the shoulder of the old woman and made her way to the other side of her stand. “I mean no offense it just keeps us locals amused as nothing eventful happens here in this colony.”

Nodding in good nature towards being blatantly teased he shook his head, “I see.” he said, waving goodbye to the old woman who had laughed with her as he followed the younger. “And do you make a habit of amusing yourself with the linguistic struggles of those who dock on this port?” he asked, his expression revealing that he had not taken offence to her actions. 

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courtesies​:

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❝ It’s nice to be clean again, ❞  Frederica sighed, in a content fashion.She enjoyed the results of travel, but the day-to-day reality of life on the road had never been something she favoured. In youth, she might have set straight to exploring for a long time after arrival, but age made one weary, and sometimes a nice respite was needed. Isabella and Frederica had arrived at court hours earlier, having travelled together, but they’d been apart in the hours since. Now, hours later, a table of tea and cakes was laid out before the duchess and her daughter. ❝ Your sister’s hospitality is still sufficient, thankfully. Would you care for some tea? ❞  

“You mustn’t be too hard on her you know,” Isabella said, mildly chastising her mother for judging Cat’s hospitality when they were guests in Danish Court. She found it easy to speak plainly with Frederica because of how similar they were. “I am just glad that we arrived here safely, and without too much discomfort.” she said, smiling at her mother and moving to sit across from her at the table, placing some of the tea cakes on to Frederica’s plate before placing some on her own. “And how can anyone be in a sour mood learning of the new babe that will be joining us soon? Can you believe how much Catherina’s children have grown?” 

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bragxnzaking​:

He smiled over at her, watching her he sighed. He thought of bringing their children here and what they might look like. In truth he was not an overly sentimental man but there were certain things, certain things he felt emotions about. Charlotte and the potential for them was definitely one of those things.

He watched her cry shaking his head, “Don’t cry my love. I don’t want to see those tears.” He smiled when she said yes spinning her around. “I love you. You will not want for anything. Our life together will be everything you could want and more.” He says a smile plastered on his face as he leaned in and kissed her deeply, holding her close as he did. He kissed her deeply, not wanting to let her go.

“They are happy ones, I promise.” Charlotte said, smiling and wiping her tears away as the joy filled her whole body to her fingertips as she lifted her arm and inspected the beautiful ring that Phillip had given her. “You are all I could want and more, and I’m the luckiest woman in the world to get to marry you.” she said, before kissing him back and smiling as his lips pressed against hers. 

Breaking free, she let her forehead lean against his and stared into his eyes, happy just to be close to him. “I love you.” she said, smiling as she was free to say that now that his ring was on her finger. “That’s the first time I’ve said that to someone who isn’t my sibling... and I’ve wanted to say that to you since the day we met.” 

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enlightenedwomen​:

enlightenedwomen​:

She removed her shoes, letting herself enjoy the grass under her feet. A deep sigh escaped her as she let the worries of fade away. The sun’s rays gave her the warmth she needed as she decided that she needed to do the one thing that always made her relax and be free: dance for herself. There was a tune in her head, and she used that to move her. With happiness in her heart, she danced in whatever way her body moved to the tune in her head. When she stopped for a beat, her eyes noticed another figure nearby. Scared of who it might be, she stopped what she was doing and stood up correctly. “I am sorry,” she panted. “I thought I was alone.”

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Caius had been distracted, getting his fleet to keep going on to the castle as he sat and watched the woman dance, quite taken with the grace with which she moved. He waved off her apology, “Please, I am the one who should be sorry for interrupting you. I shouldn’t have been watching without your knowledge, but if you’ll allow me - permit me to say how graceful I found your dance,” he said, dismounting his horse and approaching her slowly. “What is your name?” 

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nylaofdenmark​:

“If I have to hear one more royal prince talk about about himself and how marrying him will make his pride grow I’ll throw up,” she said with a hiss, “I’m starting to think all royal men are the same”

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, overhearing what the other woman was saying though she was pretty sure that she wasn’t directing her words at her. “Oh I don’t know about that, some of them can be pretty great. Mine is, at least.” she said, smiling as she thought of Phillip. “Princess Nyla right? I don’t think we’ve been introduced... I’m Charlotte. Princess of England.” 

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crcwnprincc​:

He had finally begun to heal and found no need for his cane, but he still held a limp. As he walked through the town, he was met with a woman who asked for him to hold her child while she shopped and him, soft hearted for children, agreed Leo looked down at the baby and then up. “Oh this baby isn’t mine,” he smiled awkwardly, “it’d be funny if it was but I’m helping his mother”

Isabella tilted her head, aware of the Prince because of his connection to her cousin, “I understand your grace,” she said, making sure that he knew the child was not his - for if it was she would have probably seen the baby at court. “Whether they are yours or not, they are quite adorable.” she said, smiling kindly even if she wasn’t very familiar with Prince Leopold. “Forgive me, we haven’t been officially introduced, I am Isabella, baroness of Skåne.”