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𝐒𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 written by daphne (she/her) && associated with theopulenthq . 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧; 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭.

princess cecilia de alecantara of brazil : intro && wanted connections princess coralie orleans of france : intro && wanted connections sultana miray abdul of turkey : intro && wanted connections

{kristine froseth, 29, cis woman, she/her} we are so glad to see you safe, PRINCESS CORALIE ORLÈANS of FRANCE! it’s dangerous out in the world these days, but i hear that you are BENEVOLENT and GENEROUS enough to handle it. just don’t let your IMPATIENCE bring you down! stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU LOST YOUR MEMORIES

#theopulent.intro #(( this is so late and ngl a girl was struggling to write this ))

caedmilfolie

･ﾟ✧ — OPEN starter ( 0/4 ) ･ﾟ✧ — Norway's day of pride celebrations / Dawit's hall

As the melody, played by the small orchestra that was positioned in the corner of Dawit’s hall, built up to reach its conclusion Eilidh steps began to slow. The crimson fabric of her skirts wrapped around her legs as she ended her steps in a twirling motion. Followed by a half bow in the direction of her dance partner, who offered her a friendly smile. As the musicians readied themselves to play the first notes of the next song, the Scottish heiress excused herself and moved away from the dancefloor. Her cheeks felt a little flushed and her feet were begging her to be rested, if only for a little while. She was uncertain of how much time she had spent dancing, but the hurrying servants in the background told her it was getting close to midnight.

As she wandered over to a table that was filled with refreshments, served in polished crystal, her eyes scanned the hall. Searching for a sign of any of the Norwegian royals, and a petite blonde one in particular. At first glance, she could not find any of them. Perhaps they were preparing themselves to give a speech after the clock struck twelve in celebration of their national day, or her eyes still failed to focus in a sea of glittering chandeliers and spinning figures. Either way, she was certain she would find them soon enough. Eilidh diverted her gaze back to the glasses on the table and picked up one that contained an interesting-looking pink, bubbling drink. Just as she was about to take a sip, something brushed along her shoulder. Turning swiftly, she almost caused half of the liquid to leave the glass but she steadied herself in time. “If you have a desire to dance with me, I fear I must disappoint you. My feet are currently incapable of moving along to any rhythm.”

sccintilla

cecilia was usually one to enjoy festivities, yet apathy towards the norwegian celebration settled over her and she was indulging in fine wine, hoping to drown the night in oblivion. gazing around, a dreamlike state had cast over the hall, her vision blurry and yet searching for a spark that would awaken her. among the crowd, the crimson of a dress caught her attention, fuelling her unsteady steps as she made her way towards the scottish queen. “ dance ?” cecilia blinked through half-lidded and drowsy eyes, letting out an intoxicated laugh and straightening her back in an unsuccessful attempt to appear sober. “ i was curious about that pink bubbling drink in your hand but it seems like you really want to dance with me. ” she jested. “ do not worry, my strong arms will keep you from falling, you just need to allow me to carry you.”

#ζ ゜： 𓍯 𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 . threads #eilidh.

rubynoble

° • — OPEN starter ( 0/4 ) ° • — in the gardens, during china's banquet.

she had been sitting in front of the same flower, staring at it for what seemed like ages. it was a flower she had seen earlier in the week, and knew she wanted to come back and sketch it. now seemed like a good time, to distract herself from the celebrations she couldn't attend — not that she would though she did feel sorry for the sultana and wondered what lies she had been fed, too.

so there the little exiled princess sat, paints opened beside her, a candle burning on the other side and journal splayed out flat before her. yet, nothing was on the pages. her stare was aimless, her thoughts clearly not on what was before her. suddenly, she groaned, throwing her head back then forward.

"it's no use," she complained to herself, turning closing up her paints beside her before they spilled. she begun to pack them away into her small trunk that held them and unbeknownst to the princess, when she turned to do so — the silk of her dress had begun to catch fire from the candle.

sccintilla

wandering down the path to the garden, her delicate slipper barely made a sound. the gentle breeze masked her presence and miray wandered lonely through blossoming flowers. as she drew deeper into the garden and utter solitude, she noticed the figure of the chinese princess, one she expected at the grand celebration instead of any other place. watching her from a distance, miray allowed a few moments to pass, hoping that perhaps the princess was about to be entangled in something scandalous enough that could free her from the boredom she’d felt lately. disappointingly, watching someone talking to themself barely offered the entertainment she’d hoped for and she already half-turned on her heel as a smell invaded the delicate scent of the garden. as quickly as the flicker of the flame, miray grabbed the red silk organza wrapped around her waist, beating out the flames with a determination barely visible on her stoic expression. “ pardon me for ruining your dress but it was lighting up the garden . ” she pointed out, her body heaving with involuntary exhaustion. “ but it was lighting up the garden and i doubt you’d like to ruin your brother’s celebration. although he does strike me as someone who would enjoy a fire show . ”

#(( miray standing there and watching kai ming like 🧍‍♀️ ))#ζ ゜： 𓍯 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘 . threads #kai ming .#kai ming & miray

જ location : dawit's hall ( national norway day celebration ) જ status : open

coralie stood at the edge of the festivities, hands awkwardly clutching at the folds of her skirt as she observed merry faces she should’ve perhaps known but now remained foreign and illuminated by the warmth of flickering candlelight. it was soon to be midnight and her heart quickened at the thought of making a wish. desires nor a past she could remember could shape her hopes for a future. was there even something she could wish for ? coralie closed her eyes, seeking clarity in the dark void greeting her. thinking of what her old self might’ve wished for. yet, she knew better than to tie her heart to a delicate thing such as hope. falling into ashes in between her praying hands. “ i wonder if a wish might truly come true. ” she opened her eyes, a gentle smile pressed to her lips. “ what are you wishing for ? ”

#theopulent.start #(( feel free to assume connections <3 ))#ζ ゜： 𓍯 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 . threads

dvines

𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 — sahari & ( accepting 0/3 )

location : the simien mountains

time : during the butterfly migration

" aren't they just absolutely beautiful ? " the egyptian queen hummed , doing a child - like spin in her dress . this was a time that sahari always looked forward to . there was beauty , innocence in the flutter of a butterfly that she always found extraordinarily . . . inspiring . falling to her knees , she giggled as she continued to look up at the colorful creatures fly by ; hands moving to her cheeks as she let out a dreamy sigh . " apologies for my outburst . i just LOVE seeing this . if only it could be every year , not just every worse-some five . "

sccintilla

cecilia’s crouched body tensed with every flutter of a wing, her head resembling the movements of a startled horse with long limbs flailing in the air. never would she have thought that a creature so small and of such fragility could so easily disrupt her usually composed demeanor, yet it was the masses of unpredictable flying creatures , at least that’s what she’d told herself, that frightened the princess. with her hand shielding her ducked head, cecilia almost ran into the egyptian queen, seemingly unbothered and worse entranced by those butterflies. “ i must admit i prefer watching them from a distance but i’m delighted to see you enjoying their rather shambolic presence, your majesty. ” she said, straightening her back as she felt more safe having someone around. “ perhaps we should ask for a painter to capture the beauty of this moment, so you can also remember that moment at home, instead of waiting for another five years to pass. ”

#(( sahari is so precious </3 ))#ζ ゜： 𓍯 𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 . threads #sahari .#sahari & cecilia

alexcsofrp

KRISTINE FROSETH IN THE BUCCANEERS

#ζ ゜： 𓍯 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 . image

whispcrings

open starter: ( 0 / 5 )

location: base of simien mountains

not quite strange that simpler garb could allow her camouflage. when one could keep their head bowed and walk with purpose, the noise of the every day provided deflection. and when an event as grand as this gathering occurred --- even better.

şenay takes one deep breath after another. the mountain range looms somewhere past her sight; all she sees before her is the path curling ahead. solace from the festivities; an escape from her family.

and yet, they look behind. always, always looking behind. and their eyes lock on another's, gaze widening. a soft "oh" drops from her lips, hands clenching at her sides.

sccintilla

the brief desire to find rest had easily twisted into her own demise when miray found herself near the mountains she’d planned to avoid the entire stay. it only took seconds of inattention and a wrong turn , or admittedly more than one if she was true to herself, that miray was now entirely lost with nothing left but a horrendous sense of direction. with her legs heavy and a tired mind, miray decided for another desperate attempt of aimlessly walking, at this point awaiting a miracle that would lead her home. it was only when she spotted someone that a glimmer of life returned to her face. “ pardon me. ” she gestured, unbeknown that she was talking to her sibling. “ would you mind showing me the way to the palace , i’m afraid i’m a little lost . ”

#“an escape from her family” miray : 🤡 hello #senay .#ζ ゜： 𓍯 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘 . threads

{özge yağiz, 27, cis woman, she/her } we are so glad to see you safe, SULATANA MIRAY ABDUL of TURKEY ! it’s dangerous out in the world these days, but i hear that you are CLEAR-HEADED and INCISIVE enough to handle it . just don’t let your OBSTINACY bring you down ! stay on your guard , because with your secret being at risk for exposure , you wouldn’t want everyone to find out THAT YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR BETROTHED'S DEATH.

miray spends her childhood living up to the image she’s created herself, one polished by perfection, free of mistakes where corrections have not even been made. it is befitting to that of the glory of her country and who is she supposed to be without it ? she knows her position is a privilege and she is unworthy of it if she doesn’t work for it. there had always been whispers, those of envy and those speaking half-truths and half-lies which she’s always thought of as the more dangerous ones. so she shuts these voices out, unaware that it's the sweet voices of the people closest to her that are waiting for her to fall. miray avoids most contact with the outside world, instead, she’s always studying with her lady-in-waiting, broadening her mind without noticing how it is also twisted by the hand that feeds her with knowledge. miray trusts her completely and she doesn’t even know that she’d become part of a game she was always supposed to lose. one day, she finds herself sick, her body cold and hot and gasping for air to fill her with life. miraculously, she’d make it through the night but her soul would forever remain scarred. even when her lady-in-waiting is dragged out of her room, accused of poisoning her and devoid of any remorse but eyes filled with hatred towards her, miray can only watch her as she feels like a helpless little girl again. this is when she realizes how fragile she is, her country and the faith of the people. the walls that have surrounded her crumble and all she can see is her own fragility. she just wants to understand why. how someone she thought loved her could betray her like that. but when she can’t find any answers of how love could become so twisted, she begins to ask about the hows. how someone managed to deceive her ? how they made the poison and how power could be obtained with it. miray has long learned that giving out trust was a waste of time and emotions. and that there were other ways to control her own fate. paranoia has long consumed her , so she starts selling poison to garner enough money to leave her old life behind. her heart has long been forced shut by betrayal. at least that’s what she thinks. the day she finds out about her betrothal she’s expecting her body to react with panic or perhaps even hatred. she’d have preferred that over the faint beating of her heart that would develop over time. eroding traces of mistrust and replacing it with a safety she could never find within her own home. yet, she couldn’t fully abandon her plan of leaving … just in case, they didn’t love her back. just in case she needed to leave. and it would be that irresolution and the very act of selfishness that would keep her in the cage of paranoia that she’d built around herself. passing the key as she tells herself, it’d be the last time that she’d do this, selling the liquid of death , oblivious that it was meant for her beloved until the news reaches her about their death. not caused by her hands but made by them and her greed. and with the silence of their heart, hers stops beating , too. and she returns to her former self wondering if that old wish of running away would make her happy at the end.

#theopulent.intro

xsecretkeepers-deactivated20250

Who: open

Where: Fasil Ghebbi Gardens (the night before the Grand Breakfast)

Kekoa and his family had arrived late the night before. In the past Kekoa would have been the one settling arrangement, arriving ahead to scout locations, ensure safety, plan to maximize the impact of the royal family’s arrival. Now he was the one being shepparded around. A prized possession without all the information he needed.

An unwilling King.

He knew the day ahead would be chaotic. Events and mingling. Familiar and unfamiliar faces all melding together. He should be resetting in preparation. Instead it was 2am and he was wandering the grounds. The sound of footsteps behind him broke him out of his musings.

“I have always struggled to sleep in new places. As a child, I think I was just too excited for what lay ahead. Now, I suspect, it is more that my body yearns for home.”

sccintilla

stepping out of her chambers in a desperate need of fresh air, cecilia seeked for the comfort of the night sky , unbroken by the passage of time and untouched by the change of space. although her body was tired, sleep still lingering in her bones as she was stretching her limbs, her mind was restless, wandering endlessly and everywhere except onto the path of sleep. for a second, her thoughts seemed to have fallen off her heavy head and it was only the softness of the moonlight and the whispers of the breeze which occupied it, and in a moment of complete peace which wasn’t even granted to any those days, a small smile warmed her countenance. perhaps, that’s why she barely reacted with caution when a voice disrupted the stillness of a perfect night.

“ we must have shared the same excitement as children with the only difference being that i never struggled to fall asleep. perhaps because my mother was always present . ” she was talking about the days before she became a princess. a time where even eventful days were less important than mundane ones as a princess. “ is your family with you ? i mean not the one tied to you solely due to marriage . i’ve heard that sometimes familiarity is enough to offer comfort. ”

#kekoa .#ζ ゜： 𓍯 𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 . threads

classiqals

open starter!!

setting -> main hall of fasil ghebbi, a couple of days after the welcome breakfast as everyone has settled in, late-morning on a clear, sunny day.

status -> accepting replies!

" seriously? have you seen the skies? " haspira's voice had risen in the hall with exasperation - gesturing grandly to the large, arched, open windows that displayed nothing but beautiful pale fluffy clouds against a baby blue backdrop. " going to rain... pah. " she scoffed then, arms crossing with indignation, as she glared down the guard in which she was captured within an argument. " perhaps i go myself then, and you can explain to the abduls why their beloved sister-in-law suffered a grave fate. " but the guard was unmoving in their resolve... and haspira sighed, turning in defeat before locking eyes with another. " i don't suppose that you would be interested in exploring one of the simien mountain trails today, would you? "

sccintilla

there was a certain awkwardness that always caused miray’s body to stiffen and her tongue to be cut short and unable to grasp for words when it came to talking to the sultana. in fact, there were many other awful things she’d rather do , perhaps assisting another reckoning than climbing some mountain or whatever exhausting activity she planned to do. but as she was attempting to elegantly practice the art of disappearing by squeezing her body between two pillars, it was already too late and it appeared that her presence had been unwillingly noticed. “ i would love to explore the mountain trails with you and smell the lovely scent of ethiopian clouds .” the foolishness of her own words remained hidden to her lack of imagination on what to do on a mountain. “ however, i’ve heard rumors of ghosts haunting the mountains and i must admit i am quite afraid of them. perhaps reading a book about the mountains could offer the same experience, i can look for one. ”

#( i hope this is okay :') )#haspira .#ζ ゜： 𓍯 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘 . threads

{ bruna marquezine , 29 , cis woman , she/her } we are so glad to see you safe , PRINCESS CECILIA DE ALCÂNTARA of BRAZIL ! it’s dangerous out in the world these days , but i hear that you are RESOURCEFUL and PROTECTIVE enough to handle it . just don’t let your PARANOIA bring you down ! stay on your guard , because with your secret being at risk for exposure , you wouldn’t want everyone to find out THAT YOU HAVE A SECRET CHILD NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT.

the life cecilia grew up in is one she’s supposed to hold onto only for a brief moment. a moment which would cease with the passage of time and soon as only a memory. cecilia grows up with starry eyes and dreams that can only imagine the vastness of everything beyond her mind. her parents are of noble birth and blessed with the privilege to travel the world, taking little cecilia with them. most of her memories are blue like the ocean, loose braids and the sea breeze always snatching strands of hair. but she also remembers the smell of new cities and foreign tongues passing her like melodies. cecilia doesn’t know what she wants to be nor does she know that noble blood is supposed to dictate the course of her life as her parents never made her believe she had to. all she wishes is to remain by their side and maybe then she’ll figure out what a future is meant to be. it’s spring and a mournful wail echoes over the sea, whispers of comfort are lost in the wind as her mother embraces her tightly. she isn’t afraid, after all, nothing ever happens to them and god is kind to good people. yet, nature doesn’t look at something below them and as waves tear her from her mother, even screams for mercy are swallowed by the water. she can’t even reach out to them, and faces of fear and endless love will forever remain etched on her soul. it’s a warm day and spring is blossoming. the sun is shining with the cruel blindness of the stars. somehow she’s made it and it would be her name that would save her from a fate reserved for children like her. when she’s taken in by the brazilian royalty she refuses to take any kindness not when she knows that the world is never gentle. she refuses to speak as if every word shared with them would be a betrayal to her family. her existence feels misplaced, a mistake that would be removed soon. cecilia never feels at home even when she never had a real one, to begin with. her heart is sewn shut by grief and even as she grows more used to her new life, she’s still searching for something beyond. it’s on her travels when she meets someone she thinks she could love, a belief that threatens to rip her heart open as nothing she loves is meant to stay in her life anyway. when she finds out she’s pregnant, she doesn’t say a word and she never would as she’d never speak to him again. and when she returns home, she doesn’t return with a child but empty like the first time.

#theopulent.intro #drowning tw #death tw #wanted connections are gonna be added in a google docs !!