WINNELL.

cygnus alexander pollux winnell. xxv. bearoria. and they knew him as the crown fool.

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anya cassel.

          her cheeks flush a deep red before she realizes he’s joking. or at least, she thinks he’s jesting with her. she gives a laugh, taking more of a liking to the prince than she did even before she knew him. “that’s quite unnecessary, your highness. i know he’ll be a good father. –as will you, my prince.”

      at the idea of his future children, pollux is immediately distracted. a dumb grin grows on his face. “ i should hope so, ” he says. “ it’s always been a dream of mine to be a father. still, i hope they take after their mother more. i wasn’t the easiest to rear. do you hope your child takes after you ?? ”

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silas olatris.

“He is Sybill’s friend you don’t have to talk to him…I suppose that may make her angry but surely she doesn’t want you to have a bad time either?” He asked shrugging “i still feel he should be gone from out lives.”

    “ unfortunately, ” pollux sighs, “ we cannot magic him gone. there’s many things we’re capable of in this world, and yet we can not make him disappear. ”

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anya cassel.

            “you’re spoken for then ?” there’s a pang of sadness in her heart as she hears news of the boy she was once fond of as a child was betrothed but ultimately, she was happy for him. “a flock of children ??” she giggles once more, something that seemed like a habit in his presence. “lucien hardly wants one, i believe.” 

      pollux gives a low chuckle as he nods, “ aye, i am. ” he elects not to tell her that he’s always been spoke for, really -- if not by sybil, then by niamh before her. but, he’s not a stickler for details. pollux finds his eyes narrowing. “ could you please point me in the direction of the child’s father ?? i’d quite like to exchange some words with this character. ”

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sybil beaumont.

            she only had time to whisper a short, “oh okay,” before their lips are colliding together. it feels like coming home, like walking through the threshold of heaven and settling camp in front of the warm heath never wanting to leave. it’s like finally meeting the stars, dancing in rhythm with the shooting stars and shining brighter than a nebula. it’s easy to fall into step, to let the hand on his jaw drop down to his neck and the other to come up cup the other side of his face, softly rubbing back and forth in time with their heart. 

      he plans to withdraw shortly. it’s meant to be a quick peck, but is there ever a light kiss shared between the two of them ?? pollux wants to pull her into bed with him, wrap her with the covers, and stay in bed all day. but, instead, he leans into the kiss, a bit more fervently, taken by the heat. ‘ gods above, ’ he thinks to himself ‘ i love her. ’ not that this information is new, it’s just fun to say.

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my moon and stars,

i find peace when i glance at you. when you came into my life i figured maybe the gods had finally looked at me and seen me worthy of something as beautiful and kind as you.

i know the stars are something that is dear to me but when i looked at you i swore i was right in between them for the first time ever. now, i no longer yearn to be with them as much because i have my own night sky here down in earth. i think the stars are jealous and i can’t find myself to care. i love you with all my being.

may you look at this and think of me, especially when you are off getting into trouble.

yours always,

sybil.

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Dear Pollux,

I hope you enjoy your new cape. It’s the finest silk I could find. I have also confirmed that you look quite dashing in this color, in case you had your doubts about that.

With love,

Your favorite sister. 

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my dear brother, this was supposed to be a gift for your possible coronation years away, or perhaps on your wedding night, but it seems that you could use some armor with the trouble you get into. it may not be his full set, as most of it had rusted, but this is the last remaining piece of father’s armor. well, one of the pieces. i still wear his helm but now you have his chest plate. may it keep you safe and remind you to stay alive. your favorite sibling, nathaniel. 

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      * Pollux,

You better like your presents you prick, I spend a lot of time choosing them.

Love, 

Silas.

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“Happy Sanda Mel!”

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your highness,

i know we spoke briefly of children but i figured perhaps this will be of use to you? it’s worked for me. i feel as if it may be magical? i hope you and your fiance use it well and have a dozen children!

love, anya cassel.

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silas olatris.

“What us being married or me already married and you about to marry Sybill?” He joked before sighing and Silas grabbed his friend shoulder reassuringly. “You can say all you want when you’re with me, I won’t go and tell her, and you know I don’t have any love for him. I wish that in time she sees he isn’t that great.”

     pollux gives a hearty laugh. he had meant that pollux would be with sybil, and charlotte would be with silas, but he supposes an eternity with silas wouldn’t be too bad. “ no, i truly shouldn’t. i should be friendly with him. at least, pretend to. ”

[pvllux]

silas olatris.

Silas maybe wasn’t thrilled with the fact that Bryn would be there but in his list of priorities, pollux was on the top and he wasn’t going to let the stable hand ruin things. He hugged his friend back. “If such thing was allowed I am sure we would be very happy.” He joked “Anyway, maybe by the time you two are set to get married I’d be married too and so things will be much better.”

     pollux stepped out of the hug to give silas a firm pat on the arm, “ in a perfect world, that would be how it ends. ” he gives a loud sigh, “ i shan’t say anything bad about sybil’s ‘ best friend, ‘ but the situation is extremely annoying. highly inopportune and annoying. ”

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anya cassel.

            her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, this time in embarrassment. not only was she given the attention of her favorite prince but now he knew that she would birth a bastard. “thank you, your highness. but what of you ?? do you wish for children of your own some day ? surely, there are many women lining up in hopes of marrying you. i would know– i used to be one,” she jests, covering her laughter with her hand. “after all, it’s every little girls’ dream to marry a prince. and to have a happy ending.”

     his smile grows at the question. “ i love children, ” he says. one can literally hear the grin in his voice, “ i want a flock of them. but, first i do need to worry about my wedding. ” pollux finds himself laughing at the anecdote she shares. she’s adorable. “ sybil -- my fiancée -- would give my a right whack if i approached her about children right now. “ 

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Bro 1: Bro, I got you a masterpiece

Bro 2: Bro, this is a mirror

Bro 1: Exactly

Bro 2: Bro

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sybil beaumont.

      she gives him a slightly mischievous smile, the corner of her lips turning upward even as her teeth go to bite down gently at her bottom lip and her eyebrows arch playfully. she’s missed this ease and she thanks the gods now more than ever for the relative silence their lives have become. “but what will the servants think?” she asks softly and dramatically, her hand running down from their place in his hair to his jaw, enjoying the way the stubble feels against her. “after all, i’ve come to wake you and yet we do not even come out of your room. the scandal.” 

          as she bites her lip, pollux’ eyes flicker towards the movement. gods, she must be teasing him. he adjusts himself so he’s just a smidgen closer to her because he can’t stand this space in between them. he can’t stand any sort of distance. emotional. physical. he relishes in the fact her hand follows the path of his jaw, but it’s not enough for him. “ let them gossip, ” he says lowly, bringing his face closer to hers. then, from there one simply must give into the gravitational pull shared between them. their lips come together.

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henry montague.

               henry’s lips press together in a small, knowing smile in response to pollux’s grateful words. never before had henry made an effort to befriend the young prince, but he’s glad he’s trying now — even though it may just be the result of joy brought by nate’s return. “ the pleasure is mine, i assure you, ” he replies, a slight slyness in his tone. “ your brother is an extraordinary man, and he makes for an excellent friend. ”

    “ anyway, i didn’t want to take up too much of your time. i simply wanted to extend my thanks. ” in truth, when he was younger, pollux had always feared king henry. it wasn’t as if he had witnessed him in a heinous act either, he had just been intimidated by the tall man. pollux was glad the impression had been shattered. “ you’re a good man, king henry. ”

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silas olatris.

“Really?  She still has him as a friend? “ Honestly why did Niamh had to die, he took a breath “Well Pollux is your wedding and i won’t do anything to make you have a bad time or any problems. Invite him if that is what will make her happy, just yes please sit him far away from me and Charlotte.”

     pollux’ face softens at his answer. he can’t contain the smile growing on his face. sybil will be so happy. immediately, he wraps his arms around his best friend in a strong hug. “ silas, i love you. so much. if i weren’t marrying sybil, i would marry you. you’re a true friend. ”