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godlycrowns:

Tatiana had decided to use her forced time in doors, thanks to the sudden rain that seemed to torment the french grounds and kept all the royals inside, to read as much as she could master about austria. if things were to fall into place and according to plan she would soon find herself calling the country her home, and she could not risk going there blinded, and although she was not completely ignorant about them there was much she would want to know before she even set food there.

she had been thankful the place had been deserted upon arrival, she gave the credit to the fact that she had gotten there early, earlier than most would even be awake and by the fact that she was sure most people would look for social activities rather than the peaceful company of books, of which she preferred. tatia had been so consumed by the book in her hand, sitting by a window next to a pile of others she planned to read and had already gone through, she lifted her gaze in surprise as she heard the girls speak. A soft smile spreading on her lips in amusement. “they do have words, although it would be bold of us to assume this room is just as decorative as the roses outside, good to look and be full of pride but left alone on most days.” she mused back.

Elizabeth smiled at the Russian Grand Princess, pleased with the observation, as it matched her own opinion of the ostentatiousness of this particular palace. “I suppose it does prove much about the company we keep that such a place of knowledge is left deserted on a rainy afternoon,” she said with a sigh. Shrugging, she continued, “Deserted but for the two of us, of course.” She looked over the other woman for a moment, before blurting out what had just crossed her mind. “I’m sorry, is the proper protocol for me to curtesy? I never quite grasped the difference between a Princess and a Grand Princess. All those titles, princess and duke and earl, there seems to be so little difference between them, other than who has to genuflect to whom.” Lizzie much preferred her philosophy and politics lessons to her etiquette ones, anyway.

#( interactions. )#( feat. tatiana.)

freyavass:

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freya had been moments from sleep . she was exhausted , all she wished for was to close her eyes and keep them close until her body and mind were recovered . her daughter’s birth had been the opposite of her son’s . it hadn’t been as dramatic and it was far quieter . but that was the different though when one was pregnant and giving birth to a viscount’s baby to a king’s . the king’s were of national and even international news . she had been given a letter of the girl’s birth , she wondered now if those letters would go out even with half the world at france . she hoped they didn’t , she knew this was a happy time but more so than ever she was wishing for privacy .

she sat up in her bed , smiling at the other . “ this is an honor , ” freya said automatically . it seems she was saying that every hour today . but it was nice for freya to see the faces of other women in the court , it was refreshing to see smiles and not frowns . freya’s eyes wondered to her sons , she smiled and nodded as the other spoke . “ they are , ” she agreed , thanking every lord and god above her that they were . she wasn’t sure either her or alastair could take that blow once more . her soul hurt just thinking about it . she looked back up to the princess . she was speechless at the words . she opened her mouth and then closed it , nothing coming to her mind for a moment . “ your highness , i am truly speechless . . . i have never been told such things . ”

With a stab of guilt, Elizabeth realized she was keeping the other woman from resting entirely, and she thought about making a quick retreat, but her own curiosity got the better of her and she couldn’t help but feign obliviousness and resolve to stay a little while. She wouldn’t be long, she told herself.

She let out a little laugh at Freya’s description of their encounter. “I must say, I’m still getting used to people saying things like that to me. It’s rare at home for someone to call a visit from me an honor. They know me too well.” She winked at the bed-ridden woman to show that she was only joking, that she was more or less harmless, at least to an exhausted new mother. Lizzie took another look at the babes in their cradles and smiled. After what had happened to the Italian king, she figured they could all use a bit of happiness that was brought by two new births, two new royals at that, though any baby was a blessing in Elizabeth’s eyes, boy or girl, low-born or high. “You have truly given all of us something to rejoice for in these dark times,” she said, still looking at the children. Her eyes flew up to the other’s at her next word, though, and she raised an eyebrow. “No?” she asked incredulously. She did not think she had said anything exceptional. Surely it was no more or less than the new mother deserved. She narrowed her eyes as realization dawned. “People like to judge, Lady Freya, and for that they are to be pitied. They waste far too much time focused on others and too little on themselves. If anyone has offered you less than their utmost kindness and congratulations, then shame on them.” She sighed. “I hope you will take my offer to heart. I am an unorthodox princess, to be sure, but I am a loyal friend, and I’d like to extend my friendship to you, if you’ll have it.”

#( interactions. )#( feat. freya. )

@1642hqs-starters

Elizabeth + open

It was a miserable day outside, rain and wind pelting the sides of the palace without relent. Even Elizabeth, who normally had a high tolerance for bad weather, was forced to concede that there would be no enjoying the outdoors today, not unless she wished to catch her death out in the elements.

That left her really one option for the day, if she wasn’t planning on going bored out of her mind. She typically hated being cooped up indoors, feeling a certain restlessness underneath her skin, a calling for the open sky and fresh air, but she’d long ago found her one solace when forced to be indoors for long periods of time. A library. Something about being surrounded by so many ideas and stories was freeing, as if she could make her escape if only she picked up the right tome.

She’d heard the library at the French palace was beautiful, but she hadn’t had the chance to visit it yet. As soon as she stepped foot in the doorway, she regretted that fact. It was easily the largest library she had ever seen, bigger even than the one in the palace back home (and curse her if her English pride didn’t smart at that, just a little bit), and she laughed in delight as she took in the massive shelves and books piled everywhere. As soon as the sound escaped her throat however, she realized she was not along, and turned to face the person who she’d intruded upon, unable to resist quipping, “And here I was led to believe the French had little time for more than the latest fashions and strong drink! They’ve proven to be much more erudite than I expected. That is, of course, assuming that these books have actual words in them.”

#pls don't feel the need to match length!#( opens. )

kronsela

@1642hqs-starters

cecilia sipped the brandy in her glass, sat upon a lovely settee in some parlour room belong to some duke or count or someone important in the grand scheme of things. it all felt the same to her, but she couldn’t deny that it made for some interesting times once everyone was suitably drunk.

“do you ever think about how besides a political free for all, this summit is more of a cattle auction?” she swirls her glass. “every available steer looking for a pretty cow. hm. it is awfully convenient, though.”

offierycrowns

Bess hated this part of politics; the parties and soirees where people were expected to make advantageous matches and alliances all the while saying nothing really at all. It was just her lot in life that this was the sort of talent that women were meant to cultivate. She mused that she would be much more use in treaty negotiations or something of that kind. She felt a familiar bubble of resentment well up inside of her.

Elizabeth barked out a rather un-ladylike laugh at the words of the woman next to her. Turning to find herself sitting next to one of the Swedish princesses. Cecilia, if she was getting her faces right, which she knew she was. She’d made sure to study all the key players at court in the time that she’d been there and she was grateful for it now. “The thought had crossed my mind, yes,” she replied dryly. She wrinkled her nose in confusion. “Convenient? I would think barbaric to be a more accurate term. Surely more should go into the choosing of a marriage partner than in choosing livestock.”

#( interactions. )#( feat. cecilia. )

freyavass-deactivated20211027

@1642hqs-starters ━━ freya + open !

there was still pain for freya , and exhaustion . her head laid back as she looked to her two sons . no wonder she had been so sick and … huge during the months she carried alasdair’s children . it had come at a surprise when the pain went away for a moment and then the pains again came . they were about ten minutes apart and freya had been sure that the time difference would hurt the younger twin , but no they both came out scream and a head full of dark hair .

she blinked , hearing the door open . “ hello ? ” she called , sitting up in bed . the doctor still hadn’t allowed freya the freedom of her legs since she was still bleeding from the birth .

offierycrowns

Elizabeth knew she probably shouldn’t be visiting the Scottish lady’s chambers, for propriety’s sake if for no other reason. But she’d never quite got a handle on denying her own flights of curiosity, so she found herself in the wing of the palace where the Scots were being housed, quickly let in by Freya’s ladies and inadvertently startling the woman herself. “Forgive me for intruding,” she said quickly, hoping to put the new mother at ease. “I am Princess Elizabeth of England, and I only wanted to express my felicitations to you on your sons’ births.”

Lizzie had always loved babies and children, as they tended to share the same free spirits and disregard for propriety that she herself held. She moved over to the twin cradles near the bed, smiling. “They’re beautiful,” she said sincerely, turning back to their mother. “And strong too, it seems, thank God.” Lord knew that with everything that had happened the last five years and was happening now, they would need that strength if they were to survive the harsh world they were born into. Forcing that thought from her head, she smiled again. “How are you feeling? I’ve heard that childbirth is exhausting; I imagine even more so with twins. You must let me know if there’s anything you need to aid in your recovery.”

#( interactions. )#( feat. freya. )

( sophie skelton, cisfemale, she/her, 24) ** ♔ announcing ELIZABETH WINDSOR, the PRINCESS OF ENGLAND ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble SOPHIE SKELTON. it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years, considering they are STUBBORN, HOT-TEMPERED, and INTELLIGENT. i hope the plague has not changed them. they are FOR working together with the other kingdoms (hayley, she/her, 21, cst)

#1642hqintro

spiltichor

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈 — remember you will die

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄 — remember you have to live

#( musings. )

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