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@thencbles

she did not like to see those she was fond of be in such pain. adelaide may have been loyal to france, but she could not help but like the english royal family, and made quite clear connections with anybody associated to them. she respected them massively, and knew robert would have made an excellent king. it was awful, what had been revealed, but it was tradition, and as much as she hated it, such things would not change. there was no doubt in her mind that catherine would not be great, too, but she understood how this could ruin robert’s life. of course she was eager to help him, but was at a loss as to how, for there was not much that she could do as a royal from the opposite side with minimal power in general.

adelaide offered him a comforting smile at his words. “thank you. i am glad you are, too. it is nice to see a familiar face.” she watched the sadness in his gaze, wondering what on earth he could be thinking. “it may be the end of life as you know it, robert, but that does not mean it is all dreadful. and it is okay not to be always be alright, for even the strongest of men have their bad days.”

Pain was all he knew now. His beard had grown remarkably over the last few days and he was somewhat of a mess. He looked at Adelaide with a struggling smile, trying his best to keep his inner struggles inside. “I cannot decide where to go now. A part of me just wants to run away and leave, find somewhere better to be. It’s hard, being this way, but it’s the way things are now. I wonder if they will accept me in an army somewhere...,” he said, sharing his thoughts. “If you know anyone who willing to accept a bastard, tell me. I will gladly accept anywhere that will take me,” he said with a soft smile.

“I hope I’m not bothering you too much with my issues. I may not be the best person to hang around with these days, unfortunately.”

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ofconvicticns :

“yer forgiven,” she said, fighting hard against the your highness that threatened to spill from her. that was not his title – not anymore. she had heard as much from the other ladies, from the royals that walked the halls of the swiss palace. ( could she tell him what others had said of him? how they renounced his name, tossed threats, vocalized their distrust? catriona decided that, no, she couldn’t tell him. for when she looked at the man, she did not see robert – but her own son. ) a moment of silence passed between them before she shrugged. “nothing of importance.”

He was so used to being adored. He was used to being told he was handsome and that he was strong- he was used to being talked positively about. It was terrifying how quickly everything changes. Although he had always known the reality of his heritage, he had worked, toiled, and fought hard- he prayed that this made him worthy to be the king. But blood. It all went black to blood. He held onto the letter and looked at her, shaking his head in disbelief. “Please do not try to spare my feelings,” he told her honestly.

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@adelaidcsx

it was easy to see that the englishman was on edge, and she could understand why, for being royal often took over ones life, and to suddenly be told that everything you had worked for was no longer in the picture —- well, she could only IMAGINE how truly awful that would be. she felt for him, truly. “it is okay.” she said genuinely, walking closer towards him and placing a hand on his arm in a comforting way. “you do not need to apologise for feeling rather — ah, sous le temps — under the weather. everybody has their moments.” a small, warm smile formed on her lips and she looked down. “are you okay, robert? i am here to talk to, if you would like.”

she would not pressure him into anything, so allowed the change in topic. “i am quite well. i took some time away from royal duties for personal reasons, but i am quite happy to be back. it has been TOO long, cherie.”

Robert’s life had turned into a tragedy in only a few weeks. He had lost his crown, his family, and his fiancee with a simple rumour that ruined him. He caught himself- was it still a rumour if it was true? He was a bastard, he was a fraud- he did not deserve to sit on the throne of England or wear it’s crown. But his biggest worry, his biggest loss, was the best friend he craved to marry- the woman he wanted to spend his life with. What life could he offer her now? Part of him wanted to simply leave the castle and search for a farm, living day by day and eating scraps. But running away was never Robert’s style. He looked at the other and gave her a weak smile, not wanting to seem poor but also incredibly broken.

“I’m glad you’re here. We need another kind soul like you around here,” he said with a soft sigh. “And I am alright, Adelaide. I have to be. My life is different now but it is still my life,” he confessed, looking towards the horizon, his thoughts swimming around in his head.

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@luxcmburg

“what brought you to wander the castle at such a late hour, if i might ask?” alexandra questioned, brow raised slightly in curiosity. “that is true, though. i find it rare that i am able to discover peace and quiet within the walls of the castle, save my chambers. which are lovely, but– i do not want to remain there forever.” she shrugged. “are the conversations unpleasant? i cannot say i am part of them much.”

Robert realised that the other must not have known what had happened to him. If she did, she would have known that the ex-prince was searching for quiet in his messy scandalous life. Maybe it was the darkness, or maybe it was the odd hour, but it gave him anonymity. That’s what he really wanted right now. He gave the other a small smile, probably one of the few genuine smiles he had these last few days, “They are fine. The people are kind, but I cannot say they are without their faults.”

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im really the worst and have been so busy but i just did tons of replies and i have like 1 left in my drafts, i will try to be more active I PROMISE!!

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ofconvicticns :

“princess isobel moray of scotland,” catriona announced to him, eyeing him as she held the folded parchment between calloused fingers. there was an empathy in her eyes, unparalleled, as she watched him. though she could never admit just how deep her empathy ran, she hoped he could see it – that he could somehow sense that she knew better than anyone else in this court the position he found himself in. everyday she spent, trying to protect her son from everything robert faced now.

Everybody could see it. The famous Prince Robert Windsor was no more. He looked at the other, wondering if she could tell how broken and raw he was on the inside. At the sound of Isobel’s name, he accepted the letter and held it in his hands, terrified of the contents inside of it. “I apologise for my actions. I fear I’m not quite myself,” he said again, wanting to stall opening the letter. He cleared his throat, wondering if he even had the right to ask, “What news from the castle?”

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juliettavisconti:

juli felt as though his pain slinked from his body to hers when he placed his hands on her shoulders. it was a massive truth bomb –- so her reaction was completely genuine. she had witnessed such events before, but not at the high stakes of royalty and much less at peace talks. it seemed so uncharacteristic of the time that they were supposed to be in. hearing him admit it forced her thoughts to fire on all cylinders. her mouth dropped open involuntarily and she stuttered slightly, “o-oh, robert.” she could practically see him close himself off, like a turtle who had just spotted their next predator. she was desperate to keep him connected to her. “no, no!” she whispered softly, “don’t call yourself those awful words. you’re still you. never mind your parentage. you’ve moved up through the ranks and worked for it all.” she furrowed her eyebrows, wanting to cry for him –- but she couldn’t make this about her. “how did people find out? where did all this start? did you ever think it was possible?”

He looked at his long time friend with a sad smile, wondering what could be going through her mind right now. Would she expel him the same way he was sure many people would do? Would she scream profanities at him and force him to leave her presence? He was terrified of being shunned, despite knowing the woman cared for him. He let out a sigh of relief at her words, thankful that she hadn’t hated him yet. He looks at her, completely defeated but thankful at the same time. “Have I? I don’t know, Julietta. I no longer know who I am. I’ve barely spoken to my sister or my mother and my fiancee- I do not want to see them at all. I’ve been avoiding them for days. I’ve become a coward,” he told her, voice small and uncertain, the broken man craving nothing more than relief. “I don’t know how people found out. But I will find out. Even if it kills me,” he said, looking away from her. He knew the situation was dangerous but he wanted something he never thought he would want- revenge.

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burkcesq:

Slowly, he dared himself to meet Robert’s gaze, uncertain of what he would find – supposedly the eyes were the windows to the soul, after all. Gabriel nodded slowly. “That is true.” His head lifted slightly, teeth worrying his bottom lip for a second. “Not out of fear she will think or feel any different towards you, I hope. If so you do yourself, and Catherine an injustice. You have been raised as brother and sister, nothing will change that bond; but I understand your hesitation. It would be a good thing to do – to speak with her.”

He never wanted this burden on his young sister. He wanted her to have a normal life (as normal as possible) and enjoy life away from the spotlight. Now she was thrown to the pit, the sharks circling around her. He looked at the man with a soft nod, knowing he was right but dreading the reality that would met him soon. “I will. Soon. Nothing will ever be the same anymore. I do not even want to think about what my mother must be thinking,” he grumbled, frustrated. “Where is she now?”

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burkcesq :

There had been preparations for this very sequence of events for years; a protocol that was to be followed closely to ensure a smooth transition, though Gabriel had made sure there were safeguards – for both Catherine and Robert. The members of the royal family he cared most for. These were not official safeguards, but rather conversations he’d promised he would have with the pair. He was not one to go back on his word, and so despite the appeal of the dinner in the great hall, Gabriel set out among the corridors on a personal errand. Thankfully, it was not difficult to locate Robert. He remained in the library’s doorway for several moments before approaching, picking up the discarded book as he went. “I am sorry it happened this way. Truly. This was entirely unexpected – I was hoping that, if this should happen at all, that it would be a far more private matter.” A heavy sigh fell from his lips, shoulders slumping. “Is there anything I can do?”

Robert looked at the man, unable to shake the emotions in his chest. He was a man, a knight- but he was also a son and a brother. He was human. He looked at Gabriel and found no words, uncertain of what to say. His whole life was changing and it would continue to. He would no longer be Robert Windsor but now, he was a fraud. His whole life was a con, a deception, and he didn’t know if there was a future ahead. “I don’t know. Nothing in my life will be the same anymore. And my sister, my poor sister- the crown is a heavy burden and now it will fall on her head,” he said, closing his eyes for just a moment. “I haven’t even spoken to her since the rumours and talks came out. I can’t face her, Gabriel. I cannot.”

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@adelaidcsx

She had heard the GOSSIP —- the crown prince of England, no longer heir, as he was a BASTARD ( or, that was what the whispers were saying: she heard much more dramatic versions of the truth, such as him being found on the street as a child, and such like it, as truths were often exaggerated in times of scandal ) . Adelaide had never been one for COURTESAN life, as she found it too fickle and cruel, for gossip was exchanged more often than not and it just seemed mean. She did not know what was the truth, but she understood the shame found on being a bastard — it did not lessen her opinion of Robert Windsor. She had met him before, and he would have been a brilliant king, she was SURE. Her eldest brother was a bastard, and it did not make her love him any LESS.

It was near the river that she saw him for the first time since the reveal, and it was simply out of COINCIDENCE, but when he drew a sword on her she held her breath. “Merde! Je suis désolé, s'il vous plaît! I did not mean to ALARM you.”

Embarrassment tinged Robert’s face, putting down his sword at once. He was familiar with the other and couldn’t believe he would draw his sword without thinking. It was something only a fool did, something a man with no power our courage would do. “Forgive me. I’ve been...” He could not find the right excuse for his actions. He cleared his throat, giving the other a half smile, wondering if it would help. “I’m so sorry.” He gave the other a bow, hoping she would understand him, even just a little bit. “It’s rude to draw ones sword on a lady.” He took a deep breath and looked towards the river. “These last few days have been quite trifling, if I can be so honest. I am not my usual self.”

He turned to the other, searching for another topic of conversation, “How have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long.”

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ofconvicticns :

“did yer maw n’er teach ye that drawing a sword on a lady is impolite?” catriona questioned the man, having only tapped on his doorway to announce her presence. she had hoped her accent would give her away – that she was an ally, not an enemy. the castle had been in an uproar since the announcement, and the lady-in-waiting felt as if she knew the prince of england better than he knew himself, at any rate. ( though she found it hard to judge him, given her own situation. the scandal only seemed to increase her worry for alasdair – would he have the same fate? ) “i come bearing a letter fer ye.”

Robert lowered his sword, realising the other meant no harm. His bastard status made him more and more vulnerable and now, he wasn’t certain who to trust, and if there was anyone to trust at all. He was a stranger of a man, no longer the bright and cheery knight everyone knew he was. He was no longer himself. Robert Windsor was no longer with them. He took a deep breath, giving the other a nod. “Who is it from?” he asked, trying to forget his previous actions.

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@burkcesq

It was clear that the queen did not know what to do with him. He was half-invisible, no longer appearing to dinners or balls or parties- instead, enjoying the solace of a quiet library in the middle of the evening. He was half the man he used to be, broken by the secret he had promised to take to his grave. He took a deep breath, throwing the book on the table with a large thump, frustrated by his own thoughts- his own blood. It was only then did he realise he had attracted the attention of a familiar friend.

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@rvmanovnas

All the broken man wanted was quiet. This particular spot in the gardens had been his solace, but it seemed another figure had acquired the space. His patience lasted three minutes before he barked, “Can you shut up?” His eyes widened in embarrassment, realising he was acting completely unlike himself. He paused, a gentlemanly bow of his head towards the other, “Forgive me. I’ve... I’m not myself. I should go,” he said, hating himself for snapping at the other..

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@ofconvicticns

To say he had become paranoid was an understatement. Since the reveal, he found himself unable to sleep, wondering if someone had finally come to end his now worthless life. He jumped when he heard a sound behind him, raising his sword, “Who’s there?” he asked. He may have been a bastard but he was still a knight. The broken man felt his heart beating faster, wondering if the moonlight would reveal the stranger.

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@ofaphrcdite

Robert felt like half the man he was. He had grown to become a loner in the days since the reveal. Half of the time, he refused to show his face. Half the time, he was hiding where no one could see him. He was a ghost in the castle and it seemed even his own kingdom did not know what to make of him. Sitting by the lake, he searched for solace in its murky waters.

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ofaphrcdite :

Anastasia laughed again, bumping her hip against his playfully. “Alright, I’ll tell you one thing. I caught a conversation between one of my ladies and one of the Swiss Queen’s and they seemed to be playing a game. From what I gathered you have to choose between three nobles and decide which you’d wed, which you’d bed and which you’d jilt. You came out rather well.” She grinned teasingly. The woman’s eyes widened, clearly excited now a plan had begun to form. “Look at you, noticing all the secret places. How terribly clever of you, I owe this entire masterplan to you. I fear I’m rubbing off on you the longer we remain at Bern.”

Robert’s eyes widened in shock, “Oh dear gods. I’m not naive enough to believe that all women are soft and innocent but that’s crude!” he laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Although I’m not that shocked. Look at me.” He said with a teasing grin, placing his hands on his face, as if to show off his handsome features. He lead her towards the secret place, shaking his head, “Oh god now. I will definitely go to jail or get in deep trouble if this continues! You were always the bad influence on me,” he smiles, “Here we are getting involved in trouble,” he nudged her shoulder lightly, “You’ll be the death of me. Seriously.”

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