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marcodesavoia:

the prince’s head tilted to the side at her comment, of course he should be far from surprised by a woman who did not shy away from contradicting him and he wasn’t. he was more surprised by the observance it required. he smirked slightly, intrigued, “then what had you thought it to be?” he wondered. 

the woman was familiar to him, in a way more than someone he had seen in passing ought to be, like the texture on the back of a coin or similar fabrics seen on chaises across countries, there was something iconic to the slant to her cheeks. 

“i would have thought you bored.” she spoke freely, one eyebrow cocked at the young man curiously. “truthfully, its the face i’ve been wearing since i arrived.” and that was the first bit of honest to god truth she had spoken since she had been here. being a queen had called for calculated, well thought out words but now, she couldn’t find it in her to actually formulate them. 

[qxeeneffie-blog]

if there was thing to be said about france thus far, it was less than impressing... but perhaps elizabeth was bias. but even her bias didn’t change the fact that she was bored here; bored with the company, entertainment and so much more. and that alone was the reason she entered the ballroom where she assumed court had gathered with a bit of an aloof air about her, her gaze scanning the patrons she passed by with little regard for who they were or their importance. 

it was only once she had waved over one of her own servants to get her a drink that she turned to the person next to her, a somewhat cocky grin settled on her lips. “beautiful weather we are having..”

[borgiasource]

#the way she looks at him

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marcodesavoia:

Marco had to criticize the priorities of his rather sickly father for sending him to France for no other reason than the fact that it was what every other noble seemed to be doing. Flocking to the newly opened country and engaging in age-old niceties. So long as he was here he would have to make the best of it, figure out the people whose voices made his skin crawl and who were to be avoided at all costs early on. 

The prince was considering all of these things while staring across the gardens when he realized someone had come to stand in the line of his eyes. He bowed his head, smiling slightly, “It seems you have interrupted what must have been a foolishly blank look on my face.”

as cold as the english queen seemed to be, it only made sense that she spent the majority of her time away from all living things in france.. instead, choosing to spend her time roaming the gardens and courtyard, daydreaming of when she would get to return to her own home. 

elizabeth hadn’t meant to stumble upon anyone, in fact she had hoped she wouldn’t... and yet, here she was, approaching a man she assumed not much younger than her, his scowl seeming to match one she had worn since arriving here as well. “blank? that was the last thing i had thought it to be...” she spoke, tone absent of all typical formalities for the moment. 

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germandesires:

Amelie had never met the English queen but somehow within their walk around the ground she had begun to tell a tall of her younger years when she had been so hard and cold. The one where she hidden from her nannies and went out to the German gardens, climbing trees instead of be in her lesson. Of course like every story she had to tell her father found out and always she was scolded for not being a true princess or future queen. She just smiled sadly at the fellow queen. “Don’t you have any stories to tell?” She asked softy. “I’ve never been to England and all these stories are making me even more home sick.”

the thought of being small once more made the queen’s lips pull into a smile, the need growing in her own belly to have a small hoard of her own running about, little feet rattling across the stoned floor of her palace.. a thought for another time, surely. “i’ve got a few..” she began though paused to pick one. “when i was fifteen, i was betrothed to an older man, a diplomat that offered my father and his kingdom more money than several ships could hold. my father sold off my hand without so much as a conversation with me..” it was then that she laughed, knowing she had been much naughtier than need be in her youth. “to get out of it i made up a rumor that i had a tick, one that caused me to strike men at random... it only took three ‘episodes’ to convince the old man that i wasn’t the girl for him.. we kept the gold though, seeing as turning my hand down was such an insult.”

[qxeeneffie-blog]

elizabeth didn’t feel at home here, in fact, leaving england had left her in such unrest that she hadn’t been able to sleep, never mind enjoy the beauty of france. but still, even in her anxiety, the queen was able to find a companion, someone who offered only their company and was still able to put her constantly racing mind at ease. “tell me once more, please?” she requested, turning to the other, the grounds of the palace offering her a breeze that set her skin into a fit of goosebumps. “i’ve grown to love that story..”

[edwardslovelyelizabeth]

“We have to be more royal than royalty itself or nobody will believe us.”