( davika hoorne, cis-female, she/her, 31 ) ** โ announcing narisa rinaldi, ย the queen of italy ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble davika hoorne. it is a miracle that she survived the last five years and for that reason, they are against the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of leaving behind a token of ill will, the raw instinct to survive, a tear through an old family portrait, a task too difficult to bare .
โฐย ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ฌ .
๐ง๐๐ฆ๐. narisa rosina rinaldi
๐ง๐ข๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ . risa
๐๐ ๐. 31 , september 13
๐ฌ๐๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. bisexual
๐๐๐๐๐. queen of italy
๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ. mary crawley, evelyn hugo, emily gilmoreย
โพ youโre the first born, your name paving your way to greatness and yet your bones are too fragile, breaking under the weight of expectations and a not so certain fate.ย
โพ when narisa opened her eyes to the world no one expected her to live. she was weak, a word only reserved for outsiders but at least she barely cried at all.
โพ her childhood floats in a fog, alone. muted and fuzzy. most of her time were spend in bed, her sickness treated as an inconvenience to her duties, the expectations still the same.. her father only ever spoke to her when he asked her about her studies, his eyes mostly clouded by disappointment. and sometimes sheโd believe that itโd begun since her birth.
โพ the doctors called it a miracle when her health improved, however she considered it a result of determination and perhaps the answer to her prayers. sheโs determined to prove that her birth wasnโt sheer luck but that she was born lucky.ย
โพ yet, being tied by her illness somehow rendered her as odd. when speaking to others her age she doesnโt know what to say, sharing the same language of cruelty as her family did. sheโs blunt, insensitive and sometimes cruel but she doesnโt know better. sheโs alone again.
โพ as she becomes older and wiser, she learns how to use her words, twist them to her advantage while keeping a facade made out of stone. sheโs known to be detached, calculated but sheโs also known for her abilities, her intelligence and perhaps thatโs what made her fit to be queen.
โพ she only wants the best for italy and she doesnโt mind making sacrifices but she didnโt know that sheโd need to sacrifice her own body. her pregnancy was kept a secret to the public and so was the fact that she had a miscarriage. that sheโd never be able to provide an heir. she felt like that helpless child again when the doctor told her that her body was too weak, the birth of another baby probably ending with her death.ย
โพ when the plague hits italy, again all she can do is watch her country fall to shambles. yet, she doesnโt want the kingdoms to work together, she doesn't wants to rely on anyone else and believes that the root of their problems must be fixed first without any influence of outsiders and promises that can be easily broken.
His opponent was on the ground, a simple guard who stood in the halls of the castle but he was something. โI must admit, Iโm not used to going this long without a fight.โ He twirled the sword in his hand twice, โThe plague and now thisโฆโ he sheathed the sword and walked away from the man who was struggling to get up. โWhat do warriors do when there are no battles to be had, does anyone have an answer for that?โ @1642hqzstartersโ
โฐย โ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐๐ซ ย teaching me how to wield as sword . โ a grin played on her lips, excitement brightening her eyes when she finally discovered a way to end her boredom. her family probably wished her to find other ways to amuse herself, yet learning to defend herself certainly appeared to be more useful, especially since the passing of her father. โ i must admit, i am quite impressed,ย i was certain that you would lose asย the guard appeared to be stronger. you must tell me how you did that .โ
ย ย despite the endless length of the day, and the sullen mood that had settled heavy on the kingโs shoulders, he lay restless under the quilts & propped against the plush pillows. the bed was, admittedly, grand & a lounge of luxury, but he still found means to prod unhappily at the fabric & stuffing, displeased with the differences it posed from his ownย bed back home in rome. a slight sound of scuffing - a chair, perhaps, pushing backwards as someone rose from it or sank down into the cushions. eliseoโs eyes opened, and a small glow came from under the doorframe that led into the shared sitting room connecting his bedroom to the queenโs.ย
ย ย so - narisa was awake, too. in the safe solitude of his darkened bedroom, eliseo gave a smile at the realization, not even noticing the small uptick in mood, and thew his legs over the side of the bed & into the soft slippers left for him below. a hesitation caught his hand just before pushing open the connecting door, and eliseo grabbed an overcoat hanging nearby before continuing into the room, disrupting narisaโs own solitude in their shared living space between their individual rooms.ย โthe pocket seam has come loose again,โ eliseo greeted his queen, unceremoniously, holding up the decadent (but dated, older than heโd like to admit) fabric for her to see in the brilliant firelight.ย โit needs mended before i can wear it again,โ he added, setting it down near her, and taking a seat of his own in the lounge across from the robe. a convenient excuse to strike up a conversation - eliseo cared little for that particular coat, anyhow.ย โyou should have seenย the violist the swiss had for tea this afternoon,โ the king wasted no time in his complaining, lips pressing together and a leg crossing widely over the other, comfortable & relaxed into the cushions.ย โiโve never seen a more disorganized, sweaty, confused blunder of a musician. iโm surprised he managed to swindle his way past the palace guards. if there areย any guards, at this point. the security here is so disappointing. a surprise weโre not all murdered in our sleep. how was yourย day, then?โ
โฐ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ , the exhaustion spoiling her mood every passing day since their arrival. for so long, sheโd thought it was the change of air, the bleak contrast between the warmth of her home and the bitter cold of a foreign country, clinging to her with every breath. however, it was misery,ย a pathetic desperation that would keep her awake at night that even in her dreams she couldnโt find any peace. tonight, her mind was still scattered, and she felt like she had to pick them up. gather them somewhere on a tiny piece of paper,ย but even now she couldnโt thread her thoughts, as her eyes would constantly wander to the door. closed as an evidence of distance. usually, sheโd leave it open by the tiniest gap. it barely noticeable and yet it offered her some strange comfort , (ย although sheโd tell herself that she just wanted to keep an eye on eliseo ). but she was angry with him and her feelings ought to remain shut like that door.
the sound of the door opening caused her to raise and straighten her back. even in her fatigue, always remaining a queen, wondering what she was trying to prove to him. herself. โ again ? iโm afraid iโve overestimated myself when i offered to sew it up for you. โ despite her anger, her tone carried the usual monotony, stating the blunt observation of her own inability. โ do you want me to sew it up for you again ? " she walked towards him, her eyes falling on him as the light illuminated his face. lately, sheโd catch herself keeping her gaze on him for too long. lingering . eyes desperate to find any familiarity of home in his features. โ you appear to be exhausted. you ought to rest and not allow a loose pocket seam to occupy your mind.ย iโll take care of it. โ narisa reached out to touch his chin, angling his face towards the flickering light as she gently brushed his cheek before taking the coat from him and settling on the edge of her bed. the hole was barely visible. still, ever since the plague she had found herself even spotting the tiniest flaws in their garments, offering her a glimpse of an uncertain future . โ the swiss certainly have enough money to waste. i bet the music was as horrible as their food, we shouldnโt expect too much of them. โ a small smile graced her lips, despite her attempt to keep her usual facade. bad mouthing that place always brought her joy. a small distraction from her own longing for italy.ย โ the lack of security might prove an advantage โฆ โ narisa pondered, but her mind was too heavy to elaborate on that thought. โ i doubt i will ever have a happy day in that place. and i must admit that i am quite displeased with you as well. โ she crossed her arms, furrowing her brows. โย iโve witnessed you talking to the polish, despite my request to keep our distance from them. โ
the ย princessโs ย soft ย palms ย flatted ย the ย material ย of ย her ย dress, ย once ย again. ย that ย was ย seeming ย to ย be ย the ย only ย thing ย that ย could ย occupy ย oneโs ย mind ย in ย this ย country, ย this ย palace ย were ย it ย seemed ย mumbles ย and ย murmurs ย trailed ย at ย ever ย side ย of ย your ย body ย no ย matter ย where ย you ย were. ย alba ย hated ย secrets, ย hated ย not ย being ย able ย to ย know ย who ย to ย trust ย and ย who ย she ย could ย not. ย she ย picked ย up ย her ย hand ย lying ย it ย on ย the ย table ย next ย to ย her ย chair, ย drumming ย her ย trimmed ย nails ย against ย the ย wood. ย it ย had ย been ย weeks, ย if ย not ย months ย at ย this ย point. ย โif ย we ย have ย not ย learned ย to ย trust ย one ย another ย in ย the ย time ย that ย has ย passed ย since ย we ย arrived, ย is ย there ย truly ย any ย hope ย for ย the ย future?โ
โฐย ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ง๐ฌ, and yet narisa couldnโt help but wonder if time would erode her fond memories very soon. only leaving her with a sense of longing of what once used to be .ย if wonder and awe alone could provide a country, sheโd give out plenty of it, but being generous in any other terms couldnโt be afforded by any of them. โ hm ? โ she turned around, confusion almost contorting her features as she found herself being spoken to in a room she couldnโt remember to have entered. perhaps, she was becoming mad. soon to be rumored to be just like the polish. โ i do believe trust must be earned.ย itโd be foolish to believe that time alone equals loyalty and trust. it is more complicated than that. โ she answered, having returned to her stoic demeanor. โ but iโm curious to know what you might think we are supposed to do. โ
