la regina di gentilezza

"Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair but manifestations of strength and resolution."

[namelcss]

DANIEL had already been greeted in several distinct ways. by one princess, a sobbing mess clinging to his neck and crying all over the shirt he wore, by the other a pout and hands on her hips, trying to appear aloof and unaffected even at three years old. the prince, of course, had been shy to come to his arms, but once he had he had barely let go. it was hard on the boy to loose his father, and danny understood.

AFTER having played for quite a while, danny had heard his name screamed and then was crushed hard to a small body, much shorter than him and yet with the strength of three or four times his size.

“ please don’t cry on me. i hate it when you cry. ”

[queenamello-blog]

    “I can’t help it!” Clara wailed, her face pressed into his chest.  She missed this, missed the way he smelled and the sound of his voice and the feeling of him being right there.  It felt like part of her had been missing and now that part was back.  Her whole family was together now, how could she not cry?  

    Clara finally pulled her face away from his body so she could look up at him.  “You didn’t write me!  You didn’t tell me you were coming!  I thought something had happened to you.  Why didn’t you tell me?”  Her eyes searched his, suddenly terrified.  What if something had happened?  What if he was coming to tell her he was sick?  “Are you alright?”  She pressed a hand to his forehead.  “Are you ill?”

[queenamello-blog]

ft. @namelcss

    It had been days since Clara had last written to Daniel and she still hadn’t heard back from it.  It was odd.  Usually his responses were fairly quick.  She was rushing back to her chambers, hopeful to find a letter from him, and as she was about to open her door she paused.  There were voices.  She hadn’t expected anyone to be in her bedroom.  Pushing open the door, her eyes fell on her children and...Daniel.

    “Danny!” she screamed and ran to him, pulling him so tight to her she thought they’d both explode.  Tears were already falling down her face and repeated his name over and over like a mantra.

[queenamello-blog]

What is your greatest (ic) desire?

For my husband to come back.

[ladiesincaps-blog]

[esticnne-blog]

ft. @queenamello·

     HAVING met the most charming young princess, a certain margherita of sicily, estienne had spent his day touring her around the castle, playing games and stopping by the castle kitchen. not once not twice, but three times.  after the little one-fourth of the sicilian royal family had curled up in his arms, sticky fingers around his neck and asleep against his shoulder, estienne had finally clued in to the realization that there would be a frantic queen of sicily searching for margherita, and had made his way towards the sicilian royal chambers, rocking the girl in his arms as he asked for directions of everyone he passed on the way.

     KNOCKING softly on the door to the queen’s chambers — something potentially improper, were it not the princess asleep on him, — he waited until he saw the door open, smiling sheepishly and glancing at the little girl.

     “  uh —— i think this one is yours ? “  he said, titling his head.  

[queenamello-blog]

    Clara had spent most of her day in meetings when she’d been pulled out by her children’s governess.  Margherita was lost.  She felt her world stop the way it had when William died.  Her daughter, her three-year-old toddler, was missing somewhere in a foreign castle filled with foreign people who may or may not have good intentions.

    She’d rushed back to her bedchambers and brought Elisabetta and Henry with her.  Silently she told herself she would never allow her children out of her sight again.  And then, not so silently, she cursed Lady Edith and commented that if Daniel had been there, he never would have allowed one of her children to escape - no matter how clever Margherita could be.

    With her other two children sitting on the bed and babbling to each other in toddler-speak, Clara stood by her window praying.  Praying to God, praying to William.  A knock on the door caught her attention.

    “I swear to you, Lady Edith, if you have returned without my daughter I will have your -” her words cut off when she opened the door and found not Lady Edith, but King Estienne standing there - and he was holding her daughter.  A cry escaped her lips as she grabbed for Margherita and held her close.  “My bumblebee.  My sweet bumblebee.  You found her.  Thank you.  I - I don’t know how to repay you.  I can never repay you.  Thank you.”

[queenamello-blog]

You can mess up my mind,                            break my body                                    shatter my soul;

                                           I don’t care.

                                                        But if you harm,                                                              The people that I love.                                                                     If they shed a single tear?                                                                                      A drop of blood?

                            [I WILL DESTROY YOU.]

[resilientwill]

        –   As his company speaks, Calvino’s head can only tilt backwards - brows drawn together in a SUBTLE evince of perplexity. ❝Paenitet me. I only caught the latter half of your remark - but perhaps it is in my best interest not to solicit a REPETITION. Is there no decent wine to be had in this Palace?❞

[queenamello-blog]

    Clara watched the king in front of her with only barely concealed shock.  She had never known anyone to speak to her like that and she was fairly certain she did not like it.  A quick witted remark was at the tip of her tongue but she bit it back, opting for gentler words.  “If this wine dissatisfies you so, perhaps you might send for some from your home.  That way you shall never be disappointed.”

[matildatudor-blog]

“Russia is the most beautiful place in the world, to me. But the cold winters can be intimidating to those from more temperate climates.”

[queenamello-blog]

“I find our winters in Sicily to be absolutely frigid, so I do not think I could bare how cold it must be in Russia!  Though, I can imagine it must be quite beautiful, even blanketed in snow.”

[queenamello-blog]

[queenamello-blog]

BASICS —

name : Clara Amello

meaning of name : Clara - bright or clear; Amello - the name of a flower

origin of name : Both Latin

age : 21

birthdate : February 18, 1471

gender : Female

sexual orientation : Straight

romantic orientation : Straight

social class : Royalty, though born into nobility

occupation : Queen of Sicily

birthplace : Noto, Sicily

nationality : Half Italian, Half English

financial status : Wealthy

zodiac sign : Pisces

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS — 

height : 5′1″ or 155 cm

weight : 104 lbs

posture : Regal

build : Petite

skin : Fair

hair color : Brown with red hints

eye color : Blue

face shape : Round

[alasdairmurray-deactivated20160]

“See, the trick is to use your eyes to see where you’re going. It’s very complicated, I understand your difficulty with it. Even the best of us struggle.” Alasdair joked, laughing slightly towards the end of his sentence. He rarely mocked other people properly, and he hoped that she would realise that. “No sane man could say no to an offer of pastry, ale, and company of a lovely woman such as yourself.” 

[queenamello-blog]

    “I have been trying to do it with my eyes closed!  Are you telling me I have been wrong after all these years?” Clara asked, mock surprise in her voice.  “I do believe my life has just been changed forever.  I shall give you two cups of ale now!”

[pedro-reed]

favorite ouat dynamics ⇒ aurora and mulan

[matildatudor-blog]

“Exquisite. Certainly, the stories did not disappoint.”

[queenamello-blog]

“And what of your home?  Is it just as beautiful?”

[carodillane-blog]

     “ I shall say this for His Holiness, the blood of our martyr is DELICIOUSLY sweet.” 

[queenamello-blog]

“I do not think I remember it being this good under Pope Innocent.”

[ofnorfolk-blog]

           There was very little surprise found in the fact that there was whispering, in fact Kosem would have been more shocked if there weren’t any. Indeed she was of the Ottoman Empire, instantly placing upon her the same labels driven mostly by fear of the unknown, but she also was not of the catholic religion (yet). A small group nearby were speaking among themselves, about the Sultana and the home from which she came, but not quietly at all. It was as if they didn’t expect she could understand. For some time Kosem ignored it, she went about absorbing the beauty which surrounded her, but eventually she gave in and turned to them.

               “She also speaks English. If there is anything you wish to know about my culture feel free to ask, I’m sure we can all benefit from learning about one another.”

[queenamello-blog]

    For the most part, Clara ignored gossip and chatter.  She thought it was all pointless and rude and only served to upset people.  What was the use of putting people down for enjoyment?  Her eyes were practically rolling into the back of her head as people whispered on and on about the visiting Sultana.  She turned in surprise at the sound of a woman’s voice speaking with an accent Clara had never heard before.

    “Perhaps they might learn some manners,” she said.  “Though I believe my three year old daughters could teach them better manners than they have now.”

[londoncabot-deactivated20230519]

Adaliza was clearly not meant to endure the warmth; chattering and complaining about the temperature could be heard echoing throughout the palace’s and the Swedish Duchess was about to join the rest of them. “I do envy those that can handle this sort of weather. I do not doubt secrets are a part of this beautiful city, perhaps even the palace holds a secret, very cold room within its walls to help refresh those that are aware of it.” It was merely a joke but one could still dream.

[queenamello-blog]

    Clara couldn’t help but laugh at all the northern visitors that seemed to spend all day complaining of the heat.  To her, it was actually quite cool, even frigid at times.  "I would invite you all to come see the beauty of Sicily, but I do believe you would melt!” she said, a giggle escaping through her lips.  “There are corridors under ground, though.  For the servants.  It must be cooler down there, no?”

[matildatudor-blog]

“Such a lovely night, isn’t it? The city is beautiful.”

[queenamello-blog]

“The gardens alone could take your breath away for weeks.”