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Princess Rosamund Vidar || 20 years old || Oscana

[princessrosamund]

shadesofxgrey·:

“Attacks happen all the time, Princess. Unfortunately, evil doesn’t wait until it’s convenient to strike.” Jas was careful to keep his attention split between Rosamund and the sounds from the hallway. It was fairly quiet at the moment, but that didn’t mean much. “If the navy taught me anything, it’s that sometimes, the worst attacks come when you least expect it. Like when that wretched bee stung you in the garden.” He shot her a cheeky smile and winked teasingly. “Only much, much worse. It’s why you have extra guards around you these days. Haven’t you noticed? Or have you been giving them the slip?”

Rosamund was aware that she could not actually talk them out of being in the middle of an attack if that was indeed what was happening, but that would not stop her from trying.  If she could not change whatever was really going on, she could at least try not to worry herself before she absolutely had to.  “Of course I have noticed.”  And had given them the slip once or twice, she could not deny.  Extra guards made it nearly impossible to have any fun.  “But if you always expect the worst, there is no least expected.”

[princessrosamund]

littlesxcret·:

xenia managed the seed of a smile, that grew and blossomed as rosamund explained. she almost wanted to laugh—perhaps from the awkwardness, perhaps from the princess’ blunt manner. “thank you, your highness,” she said with a nod. “i shall take that into consideration. i don’t know that anyone could turn more heads than you, though.”

“Well, that is certainly true,” Rosamund agreed, humble as ever -- although if that were really true, surely she would have some sort of lover right now.  Surely everything that was going on had not made her any less lovely than she had ever been.  But she put that thought out of her mind for now.  “But if I were the only one turning heads, what fun would that be?  We could be the most beautiful court in the world if we really wanted to be.”

[princessrosamund]

romanwxrrior·:

A waft of something wonderful cooking hit Roman’s nose and caused his stomach to growl. Oh good, they were getting close to the kitchens. He was temporarily distracted from his hunger by Rosamund’s absurd suggestion. “Demonstration? What do you propose I do? Backflips down the halls? I’ve shown them all I can already! They’re just so stubborn, and unfortunately, the generals listen to them. I don’t understand why. If I go out and end up dead, isn’t that my own fault? What’s it to them?”

“Well, I don’t know.  I am not a physician or a general, but I am trying to help you, so there is no reason to snap at me.  But if you are so sure that there is nothing to be done, perhaps you should find some other way to do what you love without needing their approval.  Or just get over yourself and find something else to love -- getting yourself killed is just stupid.”  It was perhaps not the most proper thing to say, but they were arriving at the kitchens anyway, so she did not really care.  Besides, she stood by what she said.  It was stupid.

[princessrosamund]

littlesxcret·:

xenia had been considerably shocked to find herself chatting with princess rosamund, but that was just one more exciting feature of court. she curtsied and smiled, prepared to take the compliment and introduce herself, until rosamund suggested blue. suddenly self-conscious, she blushed. “oh. well, i… i do have some blue dresses…” she wasn’t sure how to respond.

Rosamund noticed the change that came over the girl, and she shook her head, quick to reassure.  “Oh, no, no, there’s nothing wrong with how you look right now, don’t worry.  I would not say you look lovely if you did not, I assure you.  I only wished to give you a bit of advice, should you wish to really turn heads here.”  Her tone was perfectly open and friendly, without a trace of meanness, although her words were not exactly polite by most people’s standards.

[princessrosamund]

notprincerik·:

“good for you,” rik said, voice dripping with sarcasm. it was a foolish way to go through life, if you asked him. “the happier you are, the more all the terrors of the world will affect you. so good luck keeping that outlook for long.”

“Actually it protects me from letting the terrors ruin me like they apparently have for you.”  Rosamund used happiness almost like a shield, determined to keep out everything that could hurt her.  “But thank you for your concern.”

[princessrosamund]

romanwxrrior·:

“Apparently I can’t move it correctly, or something like that. I feel fine.” Roman appreciated her response to the story of his injury. He was so used to being fully pitied or being told how he could rectify the situation. It was nice to hear a simple sorry and not something patronizing. Of course, his shoulder did hurt when he engaged in too much strenuous activity. He bit his lip as they descended a staircase, “I keep hoping they’ll reevaluate or come to their senses, but each time I speak to one of our physicians, they say the same thing. With my injury, I’m more of a liability in battle than a help. Here, with the crown prince, there’s less chaos. Apparently, I can handle that.” There was apparent bitterness in his voice. Roman hated being told what his injury could and could not handle. It was his body, after all. 

“Hm. Well then maybe you could prove them wrong.  After all, if you feel fine, surely you could provide a demonstration or something to the physicians to show that you can handle more than they think.”  Rosamund knew very little about medicine or injuries, of course, but it made sense to her that he should be the one who knew best what he was capable of.  Perhaps it was because she was also used to being underestimated, even without any injury.

[justagoofykid]

Getting Semi-Deep With The Muse

💟 What is your muse’s opinion on love, relationships, etc.?

☮️ Has your muse ever lost a friend? How?

✝️ How certain is your muse in their beliefs?

☪️ What thoughts cross your muse’s mind before going to bed?

🕉 Is your muse content with their place in life?

☸️ Has your muse had any near-death experiences? How did it affect them?

✡️ What would your muse consider “crossing the line” morally?

🔯 What is your muse’s biggest regret?

🕎 If your muse could change one of their characteristics, what would it be?

☯️ What is the biggest obstacle facing your muse currently?

♈️ When was the last time your muse cried?

♉️ Does your muse wish their life had turned out differently in some way? How/why?

♎️ How does your muse feel about their appearance?

♐️ How does your muse envision their future?

♏️ What does your muse look for in a friend?

⛎ Does your muse have a strong sense of self/identity?

[princessrosamund]

@littlesxcret​

It was painfully apparent to Rosamund that this girl was new to court, but that was not necessarily a bad thing.  For one thing, it meant that she was much more likely to listen to Rosamund in a way that few people ever seemed to, being somehow more experienced or simply older than she was.  It was all very annoying, she thought.  She had seen enough of this new girl, however, that she thought it very unlikely that she would think herself somehow above Rosamund, and therefore she was determined to be her friend.  “That dress is lovely on you,” she said to her, with little preamble.  “But I think a blue might suit you better.  With your eyes, blue would elevate the dress from lovely to positively eye-catching.”

[princessrosamund]

romanwxrrior·:

Roman simply snorted in response to that. More friends? What was he supposed to do with more friends? Most of the people he met were terribly boring. He was from a noble family, albeit a lesser noble family, in Ryhule. He knew what the higher class people spoke about and how they spent their time. None of that interested him. 

“I got hurt. My shoulder, I -,” Roman regretted saying anything at all. Though his injury didn’t hurt him much anymore, unless he overexerted himself, the reality of his situation was very painful. “I made a foolish, brash move during battle and I ended up with an injury. I was sent back to court, and after examining me, the physicians there said I was unfit to return to the military. That’s how I ended up here. Babysitting the crown prince.”

“Oh,” Rosamund said again, because she was not sure what else to say to him that would not be met with more annoyance.  “I see.”  He had already admitted that he had been foolish, so there was no need for her to add on to it.  “Well, I am very sorry for you then.”  And she was.  It did sound awful indeed to be unable to continue with something you enjoyed, and because of your own mistake on top of it, even if she still did not really understand why he enjoyed it so much.  Babysitting, as he put it, likewise sounded terribly boring; she always hated being guarded, at least, and she doubted it was very much more enjoyable on the other side.  “But you look perfectly fine to me now -- is there no chance you could return in the future?”

[princessrosamund]

notprincerik·:

rik smiled ruefully. she was getting flustered—and she didn’t even know what he was implying. “people like you,” he repeated, calmly, “who approach the world with joy and forgiveness and light, and ignore the realities of life.”

“Well, at least I’m happy,” she huffed, which was not quite true, but he did not need to know that, and really, neither did she.  “Just because you feel the need to wander around and mope all the time does not mean there is anything wrong with a light and joyful approach to life.”

[princessrosamund]

romanwxrrior·:

“I have friends,” Roman pointed out with an eye roll. “I’m not a hermit. I like being a soldier, but that doesn’t mean I’m devoid of human emotion.” Sometimes he wished he was, though. It would make his nights easier. Enjoying the adrenaline from the destruction he caused was good in the moment, but it left him sleepless at night. As they continued down the wide castle halls, Roman tried to think of what it would be like if he had no purpose, only to realize he didn’t have one anymore. “But it doesn’t matter. I can’t go back to battle. I’m stuck.”

Rosamund did not appreciate the eye roll, especially seeing as he had not understood her meaning properly.  “More friends, I meant.  There’s no need to get all sarcastic.”  She did not understand why he was so committed to battle of all things, but clearly he was disappointed that he could not return to it.  She supposed she would be disappointed if she could not attend a party again, though they were hardly the same thing.  Still, he did not particularly strike her as someone who wanted to be empathized with, and she did not particularly want to dwell on something she still struggled to understand fully anyway.  “Oh.  Well, that’s unfortunate, I suppose.  What happened?”

[princessrosamund]

romanwxrrior·:

Roman’s nose crinkled. “Would that keep you busy? Just meeting new people and having fun?” He supposed that for some people, that would be enough. It wasn’t for him, though. Meeting new people, having fun - those were great - but they were fleeting. “I like to leave feeling like I’ve accomplished something. Battle does that for me. Fighting does that for me. You can’t fake it, you know? There’s one goal, and that’s to win.”

“Yes.  And really, if it does not keep you busy, I think you might be doing it wrong.”  Truthfully, the majority of Rosamund’s life was meeting new people and having fun, though the actual enjoyment that the people (and even the fun, sometimes) brought her varied.  As the man continued to speak, she found herself understanding him less and less.  She was not sure she agreed with his point of view at all.  “I suppose that’s true -- but that all sounds rather...destructive.  Are you sure you would not prefer to make friends?”

[princessrosamund]

notprincerik·:

“well, it bothers people like you. so it’s not a waste at all,” rik corrected. for the first time, he was almost pleasant. only because he felt he had the upper hand in this conversation. she didn’t understand him, and he liked that.

Rosamund narrowed her eyes just slightly.  How annoying of him.  “People like me?  What does that mean?  People who are actually pleasant?”  After all, between the two of them, she was quite sure she was the only one with a reputation for being lovely and charming.

[princessrosamund]

notprincerik·:

rik huffed. how was he meant to know what places were well-trodden and which were secluded? he didn’t live here! and if she wouldn’t get the hint and leave him alone, then what? “well, i can sulk perfectly well in chaos too. your presence changes nothing but the willpower it takes to be miserable.”

“Well then you ought to get used to it -- or you can simply give it up.  Why would you want to be miserable on purpose anyway?”  She couldn’t understand it, but then of course, she had been doing the exact opposite for some time now -- she was cheerful only through willpower, rather than genuine happiness.  “It seems like a complete waste of time and willpower, if you ask me.”

[princessrosamund]

romanwxrrior·:

Roman had seen a lot. If he closed his eyes, he could see battle grounds drenched in blood and smell the stench of death in the air. In the end, everywhere he had gone as a soldier looked the same. Destruction had a way of blurring the differences between lands. How could he explain all of that to a princess? He doubted she had ever seen anything close to the devastation he had caused and witnessed. “I enjoy going where the battles take me. When I was younger, I liked to travel for fun…but now, I like having a purpose. I get bored otherwise.” He paused, then raised an eyebrow. “I take it you don’t leave the area very often? Too many….princess duties here?”

To Rosamund, war was more of an abstract concept than something real.  She knew it was happening, and she knew it was terrible, but her nearest interaction with it was in song and epic poetry, where the focus, more often than not, was on the bravery and the heroism of those who fought.  As a princess who had never been meant to rule, the ability to never think on it in greater depth than that was a luxury she was grateful to have been born with.  The way this man speaks of battle, therefore, she simply takes at face value, listening with interest.  “Is fun not a purpose in itself?  Or meeting new people.  Surely those are enough to keep you from boredom in a new place -- but then of course, you are right, I have hardly left the area at all.  The court alone can keep a person very busy.”  And of course, it is much easier to keep her safe and out of trouble when she is at home, she does not say.

[princessrosamund]

captain-westley·:

Westley found the youngest princess to be absolutely endearing. He hadn’t spent as much time with her as he had with Sylvia but he was determined to change that from here on out. He found it was quite easy to talk to Rosamund; though he was sure that was simply because of her playful and light hearted personality. Wes definitely enjoyed anyone who seemed to not take things too seriously unless it was absolutely necessary.

“Perhaps you should depart with me one day to get a feel of the excitement for yourself,” he flashed her his signature smirk as they leisurely strolled through the palace corridors. “Home is where the heart is, I suppose… Really though, I return for a few varied reasons… First and foremost, to replenish provisions and repair the vessel,” he began to explain, looking down at the petite young woman. “Also to share the wealth I acquire with the loveliest princesses in any land,” subtly, he winked at the youngest Vidar sister, fiddling with his fingers behind his back. “Aye, that is comforting to hear. I will have the gown brought to your bed chambers promptly.”

Rosamund, too, enjoyed people who did not seem to take things very seriously.  She found it a refreshing change from too many stuffy courtiers taking everything extremely seriously.  She only wanted to have fun, and she automatically gravitated more towards people like her in that way, people like Westley, who let her freely express that part of herself.

She laughed.  “Oh yes, I’m sure everyone would love that.  It would be quite the scandal.  I cannot even imagine what my dear sisters would say.”  Her reputation was quite a bit purer than her careless personality might suggest, but she was very good at behaving where she had to; as long as she could keep any less proper actions quiet, they did not matter at all.  “I suppose that makes sense -- both parts of it.  I hope you will not let anything stop you from continuing.”

[princessrosamund]

romanwxrrior·:

“I do,” Roman confirmed, bouncing on his heels as they walked. So far, Rosamund was the most pleasant of the three princesses. Of course, he knew that could change on a dime. These Vidar women were fickle, after all. “I was a soldier for many years, and before that, I didn’t exactly lead a quiet life. My family has some money and we spent a great deal of time traveling in Ryhule. It’s partly what inspired me to join the military.”

“Oh, that is indeed exciting.”  Rosamund could never be a soldier, and she had no desire to be one anyway, but the lifestyle sounded quite exciting.  She had had a brief affair with a soldier a few years ago who had said as much, at least.  “So you enjoy traveling, then?  You must have seen so much.”  A part of her is a bit envious, though she would never admit it.