SORELLONA

PRINCIPESSA.EVELINA. work hard; in    silence   — let success be your noise.

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alasdairofhamilton‌:

her comment on the tension was dangerous. if he was more of a man like his father, he would have reacted far more violently. instead, alasdair broke out in a hearty laugh, eyes crinkling at the cleverness of the italian princess. she’d likely see him a crazed man, but he couldn’t be much bothered with people’s opinions of him now. “yes, yes, i would agree. not many people have quite as much incentive to escape as i do.”

he nodded as she spoke. “poetic, isn’t it? i know it’s been done, but i often find myself looking for metaphors in life. maybe i’m a fool.” alasdair walked ahead a bit, looking to one of the fruit trees, too cold now to bear anything edible. “you don’t need to be afraid to speak your mind, your highness, if you so choose to. i’m sure you have an opinion on this whole thing like the rest of them. your sister has already interrogated me quite thoroughly,” he laughed, plucking a leaf, red and ready to fall, from a branch. “however, if you’d rather talk about absolutely anything else, that’s fine too.”

She watched his laughter with curious, but calculating eyes. It was interesting to see what could and could not be said in front of certain people. Finding people’s boundaries was extremely important to Evelina. She could make sure she never crossed them, but she then knew what made a person tick. Alasdair was a seemingly easy going man and it was rather refreshing to see it. “Only those connected to everything do. The rest are looking for entertainment in it,” She said softly. It was a dangerous comment, but not an untrue one. She knew that many people enjoyed the gossip and drama surrounding her family. 

“Wise men can learn more from fools than they know,” She replied, her words clear, but as soft as ever. “And only the wisest of men were fools once.” She did think Alasdair a fool, his actions were dangerous and ill thought, but she saw the potential of a wise man there. Evelina looked at him curiously, there were not many people who wished for her to speak frankly. “I do have an opinion on this, but I fear you will find me unkind for stating what I truly think. Instead, I shall ask you, how do you plan on taking the throne? Is there not enough death in the world at the current moment? War now seems ... Ill advised.”

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crwnsown‌:

carlos knew the air was tense. to be fair this king making and king breaking was a dramatic story, like the stories of the romans fighting and betraying each other for the promise of power. and frankly he didn’t care for it. it wasn’t that he felt that he would be threatened if deposed. he could easily find a place in another court, dancing again. he had friends who would take him in. but he didn’t like the energy, and he would go out of his way to avoid the pressure. 

he stood out in the cold. people weren’t really dancing, and he wasn’t going to pick a side. no need to get germany in the war with whoever held the scottish throne. so he was wandering the gardens, feet crunching on the hardened grass. as he was walking he encountered one of the young italian princesses who called out to him. he looked over her and nodded “oh yes. there is a lot of feeling going on right now. i find it unpleasant. i would rather be cold than in a fight right now.”

While Evelina did enjoy Alasdair’s presence far more than she enjoyed James’s, she did not agree with his goal of becoming king. To take on one’s brother was no easy task and it would no doubt lead to bloody battles. Evelina understood the reality of the world and that that reality came with war, but she did not agree with seeking it out. She supposed many people would see King James as making the first move of war, but how else was the man supposed to react in a situation like this? 

She smiled softly at the King, understanding his reasoning quite well herself. “I find the cold helps clear the mind. The sharp snap of it against my skin makes me remember why I am in the place I am.” She had missed the cold in Spain. It had gotten cold, of course, but it was nothing compared to this. She would miss this cold when she left for another Kingdom as well. “Are winters here similar to those in Germany?”

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sorcllina‌:

Many of the reasons Evelina didn’t wish to leave her were the same as Catarina’s. They looked after one another. Evelina had helped Catarina remember what was appropriate when, and Catarina had helped Evelina come out of her shell every now and then. Even if they didn’t always take one another’s advice…she would still miss it dearly. Perhaps it came of not having a mother, the fact that they both so strongly that they were responsible for the other. They partially made up for it with this.

“Well— you’re still naive and brunette for now,” she poked back at her sister with a smile. “And thankfully you’r betrothed will know you as the young beauty you still are, rather than an aging maiden.” Hopefully that was an easy enough way to bring up the betrothal. Catarina had been rightfully shocked to find that her sister was to marry Romeo of all people. Especially after Evelina had told her of their first meeting. Catarina returned the two little kisses before saying, “Wouldn’t that ruin the surprise?” with a birth of a teasing smile.

Evelina had no doubts that her sister would come into herself as a Queen. She was more than willing to gamble, and she was not a gambling woman, that her sister would be a strong and kind Queen of Spain. Considering how harsh the current monarchs were, though Evelina did often agree with their tactics, it would not be hard for Catarina to become a sweetheart there. 

“I do have a few grays,” Evelina told her sister with a secretive smile. It was quite untrue, but she did love teasing her sister in some ways. “Some would already consider me an aging maiden I would have you know. Nearly twenty five and without a husband. I am tragic.” It was rare for Evelina to be in such a mood, but she was feeling rather playful at the minute. Perhaps her birthday was getting to her. “Give me a hint, sister. I have to be prepared.”

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reinaespana‌:

Reina didn’t feel bad about berating the girl, but Evelina was so polite and quite frankly, the queen enjoyed being treated like her wishes were the only ones that mattered. Just because Reina had decided to loathe Evelina’s sister doesn’t mean she had to loathe her. “It’s alright,” she hummed in a completely different tone than what she’d just been using, but Reina’s unpredictability wasn’t anything new. “You have a birthday coming up soon, yes?” Reina didn’t know how, of all things, she remembered that little tidbit of information but she’d have to keep it in the back of her mind. With the Italians being so hospital, an elaborate gift for the princess would be necessary.

All queens were intimidating women, they each carried a strength to them that Evelina admired, but the Spanish Queen challenged her. A bastard born child who somehow raised to be the queen of a rather impressive nation. There were things to be learnt from this woman, Evelina knew it, and so she had to make sure she didn’t irritate the woman too much. She was surprised that the woman knew her birthday, but did not show her. She nodded,“I will be turning twenty five in a week. Thank you for remembering.” She felt the need to ask something back, to make the conversation less about her and more about the queen. “How are you and your family finding it here?”

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sorcllina‌:

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To think that the both of them had gotten betrothed so closely together. Catarina wasn’t sure if she preferred it or not. She’d always thought of it as far off things, something far in the future that she was waiting for, but wouldn’t come for some time. Perhaps she’d thought— if one of them got married first, the other would be able to live with her until the single sister was married as well. That was another thing she hadn’t thought about. Living in an entirely different country than her sister, and the woman who’d been practically the only constant in her life. 

She’d been planning to tease her sister about her upcoming birthday, finally a quarter of a century in only a week…but now it seemed there was other news to discuss as well. Catarina found her sister in her room, fiddling with one of her instruments. It was most likely better to have this conversation in private rather than elsewhere, anyway. “So are you ready to start getting your first gray hairs soon enough?”

Evelina had always been at her sister’s side, she had always been there for advice, and to protect her sister, but that was going to be impossible soon enough. Spain and England were not far, but they were not close. They would be separated for the first time in their lives and Evelina would not be able to take care of her baby sister. They were both to be queens, however, and she knew that that is what they had been trained for. They could deal with the heartbreak of leaving one another for their duty. Evelina hoped that their distance would make their moments together even sweeter. 

She did not look up at her sister’s intrusion, rather used to the antics of Catarina by now. She hummed,“I’ve been told that gray hairs show wisdom. I am quite happy being wise and gray, rather than naive and brunette.” She looked up with a smile,“Wouldn’t you agree, Little Sister?” She placed her instrument down gently, before standing to place two kisses on the sides of her sister’s face. “Now, tell me, how do you plan on celebrating my birthday?”

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r-windsor‌:

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“the vittorias?” romeo asked his father, arching a brow. “catarina? your majesty, i cared for that little girl before she could even read-” romeo halted his words, watching his father shake his head. 

the king handed him a decree signed by both families, and romeo sat up to read it. “betrothal to evelina catarina… eldest daughter of italy… as an expression of gratitude for the hospitality on the island of sardinia,” he murmured as he skimmed through. romeo stood up abruptly. “i beg your pardon, father, but i am being subjected to a lifetime with a stranger as a thank you?”

what a god it is that watches over us, romeo pondered. and as if god had truly decided to retaliate for the offense, the two doors of the room swung open. romeo turned around, and his expression dropped as quickly as his heart. indeed, romeo thought to himself, remembering a saying the king and queen once told him as a child. one truly creates their fate by their actions.

When Evelina had received the news, she had simply nodded, swallowing down the annoyance that came up. Of course the man who had accused her of being a horse thief just the night before had to become her husband. She had to attempt to rule a nation with this man. She had to remember the positives of the situation. She was going to be a Queen. She was going to bring honor to her family through this matching. She would make it work. She had to, she refused to fail. 

She had been dressed in her prettiest gown, her hair done, berry juice tapped onto her cheeks. At the beginning of the day, she had not understood why, but when she was told whom she was marrying she understood. Her father had to make her look pretty for the first meeting in years. She wasn’t going to tell her father that the man had essentially yelled at her the pervious night. 

The room was empty. A way for them to get to know each other, she supposed. She waited for her betrothed, her back ramrod straight. When the doors opened, she dipped into a graceful curtsey, her face unreadable. “Your highness,” She greeted softly,“We’ve been left to dine by ourselves. An opportunity to get to know each other.” She hoped he was in a better mood today.

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r-windsor‌:

“petulant? am i behaving petulant, my lady?” but before romeo could continue to spew out his enragement, he watched the sides of the woman’s lips turn downwards. he took a step back, his own cheeks slightly flushed as he realized how childishly he had lost his temper. this was not the crown prince, this was a five year old screaming in the middle of the night.

he bowed his head, shamefully looking at the ground. “my apologies. it has been a long-,” he started to reply, before he let out a heavy sigh. there was no excuse for his behavior, merely his own inability to hold his tongue. and to think he was to be king someday- how humiliated his parents would be if they were to find out of his misconduct. 

“my apologies. please excuse me to recollect myself. and i beg, my lady- it is a cold night.” he shrugged the coat off of his shoulder, handing it to her. “bring out the carriage and escort this kind lady to where she wishes,” he told the stableboy. 

and with that, romeo retired into the abode, navigating through the long hallways to his temporary bedroom. his stableboy, after returning, had come rushing to his door and spewing nonsense of an urgent matter and some sort of betrothal. “in the morning, matthew. the maids’ gossip can wait,” he replied as he sat on his bed.

She watched the Prince with cold eyes, smoothing her features again. She was quite irritated with Romeo and her lack of control. She loathed when others could see what she was feeling on her face. It made her feel small and weak, two feelings she avoided as much as she could. She took the coat with careful hands and put it on her shoulders, her small frame overtaken by it,“Thank you for this kindness, your Highness.” She kept her words as level as she could, but there was a lack of warmth that had been there at the beginning of their conversation.

“I hope you find warmth and a good nights rest,” She said to his retreating figure. As much as she wished she could continue her midnight walk, the prince was unfortunately correct. It was cold and dark, she should not be out at the hour she was. Especially since she was told she was needed early the next morning for an announcement. 

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r-windsor‌:

romeo scoffed, taking a couple of steps backwards for some air. “your three horses must be quite preoccupied, my lady,” he jeered, staring the accused vagabond down. “how eerie that not a single one could have spared the time to accompany your cold, wearisome stroll through the night.” romeo raised his hand in front of evelina’s face before she could say any more, his attitude abundantly more pretentious than usual.

“you must excuse me to inform my convenient horse-hunters of my situation,” he replied sarcastically, swinging the coat his delayed stableboy had brought out over his shoulder. “this piercing chill in the air has enlightened me in thinking much clearer.”

She was thankful for the cold as it hide the flush that came to her face. “Please mind your tone for if I am not the thief, which I maintain that I am not, then you are making quite a terrible impression." Her temper spiked, a rare thing for Evelina, when his hand went to her face. “Do you have an idea of whom you are speaking to, Your Highness?” If he did not, Evelina certainly would not be telling him. He could find his embarrassment the next time they saw each other, when he realized his error.

“I must say, Prince Romeo, I am shocked by your behavior. To think that someone of such noble breeding could be so petulant...” She shook her head, her cool mask broken to show her slight frown. “I will give you the benefit of doubt and hope that this is simply a bad moment for you, rather than your true nature.”

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r-windsor‌:

romeo’s lips separated in slight surprise, but he paid little attention to the matter. “my apologies,” he murmured, resuming his walk back to maiden’s stall. 

the night was cold, and so was his temper. having walked for the past four hours with nothing but a thin tunic, romeo was enraged at his horse, the weather, and more or less, the whole world. he undid the horse’s reins and tossed them onto a bench, fastening the lock on maiden’s stall. “the night is rather chilly, no condition to be out,” he spoke over his shoulder, giving his horse one last stroke. he then turned around, walking up to the lady who he could not make much out of because of the dark. “is there something you wish from me? or is it you who undid the lock of my other girl last night at this same hour?” he gestured at an open stall, which contained nothing but a leash.

“you must excuse my hostility, but i have been walking for quite a bit because my best horse was taken from me,” he told the lady, his tone indisputably accusing. “though i have forgiven many people for many sins, robbing me of my most prized possessions is not one i am very kind to.” 

Evelina was no stranger to people being cold to her, it was just an unfortunate reality of being royal. She often wore her own cold nature as a shield, but this she had not expected from the Crown Prince of England. She was aware of his friendship with her sister and had assumed that he would not have any hostility towards her. Her face remained the calm collected mask it always held, but her chin lifted just a fraction, cool blue eyes looking into Romeo’s. “I enjoy the cold,” She answered,“The bite in the air makes me think clearer. I’m surprised that it seems to have the oppose effect on you, your Highness, as I can assure you I did not steal your horse.”

Never in Evelina’s life had someone accused her of stealing anything, much less a horse. “I have three horses already under my care, I am not looking to add a forth to my collection.” She had to assume that the Prince did not recognize that he was speaking to a princess, much less the daughter of the King who was kindly allowing them to stay in his home. “Have you informed anyone of your loss? My father would likely be willing to help.”

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alasdairofhamilton‌:

alasdair offered the italian princess his best smile, hoping it would be enough to charm her. he knew it wouldn’t be. “your highness,” he greeted with a polite nod, coming to stand next to her. he looked at the flower she had just been examining, running his thumb along the soft petal. “yes, it seems so.”

the stem of such a delicate flower, however, was not nearly as delicate as the petals. not only was it strong and stiff–almost woody–it bore thorns to keep the flower safe. he nicked his thumb on one, cursing quietly and lifting his thumb up to his mouth. “be careful, your highness. the flowers are beautiful, but they hide something dangerous beneath the petals.” he turned to appraise the princess, raising both eyebrows. 

Evelina was aware of her reputation as the colder Italian sister, the one hard to please and she was fine with this. She was not easy to please, but she was careful to always be polite. She would have to be careful with Alasdair, her judgement on his actions would help no one in the situation. “I imagine you find it especially tense.”

She hummed as she watched him prick his thumb. “Underneath beauty and softness there is often danger.” She would not consider herself to be like this flower. She did not have the soft petals, but she also lacked the thrones. She may have been considered a beautiful woman, but she doubted anyone would ever dare compare her to a flower. “I imagine they were created to be disarming in both loveliness and risk.”

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r-windsor‌:

the forest was as quiet as ever, the only noise coming from romeo’s heavy steps through the dry leaves. the lake was beginning to freeze over, and romeo’s horse, maiden, was having a hard time following the frustrated man through the cold. having rode the horse for an hour and walked for four, romeo was exasperated and wanted nothing but to find warmth.

“she is in season,” romeo huffed, his warm breath emitting a cloud of fog in the cold air. “the mares usually do fine regardless, but this one has always been a bit of a hare-brain.” romeo undid the reins he had secured in his hands and swung it over his shoulder to whoever had walked up behind him, presumably his stableboy. “take this back to the barn, will you?”

when he heard the reins hit the ground, he turned around, his brows raising as he saw the person before him. “my apologies, i thought you were matt,” he mumbled, picking the reins off the ground. “is there something you need from me to have traveled all this way?”

Evelina often found herself taking walks when she was not permitted to ride. She understood that the world was a dangerous place for a woman, but she was a fast and strong rider. She was rather confident that she would be fine if something were to happen. However, she wasn’t one to ignore the wishes of her father or brother and so she could only walk today.

Offense raised in her when the Crowned Prince of England spoke to her as if she was the help, but she pushed her feelings down. She had to assume that he did not mean to offend her, she hoped he had better manners than that. She could have caught the reins but instead she stopped and let the fall as the Prince continued to walk.

“I can assure you, your Highness, I am no stableboy.” She said to him before dipping into a curtsey. She might have been a princess, but he was the Crown Prince. She had to show her respect. “I was simply walking when I saw you. Not only did I wish to ask about your time here at my home, but I wanted to introduce myself to your beautiful stead.”

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reinaespana‌:

Reina was simply sitting and reading, minding her own business for once in her damn life, when her quiet moment was interrupted — as she heard the door open it was like a switch flipped on inside of her, and she was instantly fuming. It wasn’t that her intruder was necessarily doing anything that deserved her irritation, but Reina cherished her alone time and truth be told, having to entertain someone was the absolute last thing she wanted to do at that given moment. So, of course, when she looked up at her company it was with a scowl, her chagrin so blatantly portrayed on her features that it’d be impossible to miss. Her husband would have told her to mind herself in the presence of people who could be important but Reina had never been good at that, and he wasn’t there at the moment to reprimand her for it. “May I help you with something?” Her question was by no means pleasant, it was biting and said with obvious impatience. Containing her spite was by no means Reina’s strong suit. “You are aware that it’s rude to startle a lady, yes?” Much less a queen, but Reina didn’t elaborate.

Evelina had simply wanted to get away from the crowds of people that had over taken her home. She had no desire to disturb the Spanish Queen, especially when she had witness the wrath of the Spanish royals. Obviously they wouldn’t dare do anything like that to her in her own home, but she still had no desire to make enemies with the impetuous Queen. Curtsying deeply, Evelina apologized,“I am sorry to disturb you, your Majesty. I was simply looking for a quiet place to practice my music.” The Spanish Queen, at this point, must have been familiar with Evelina’s talents and her passion for them. “I don’t need to speak if you don’t wish for conversation.”

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catherinanystroms‌:

Catherina had found herself wishing to be away from the bustle and scurry of everything indoors, and instead had decided to take some air. It was nice, to feel the breeze on her skin and she walked aimlessly through the gardens, lost in her own thoughts. 

It wasn’t until the other woman had spoken that she was drawn out of her head. Giving a small smile, she answered, “Just a bit.” She glanced around, at the beautiful plants that surrounded them. “It does help, being outdoors, doesn’t it?”

Evelina had gone over every single guests name over and over again before she arrived back at her home. She refused to make a fool of herself by being caught unaware when she was meant to know everyone’s name and rank. It was a blessing to be the quiet sister, while her siblings entertained those around them, Evelina had the opportunity to observe and learn. 

“Princess Catherina,” She greeted, grateful that names and faces came easily to her. She knew that being a proper lady came with memorization, but she had been blessed by have a natural talent at it. “I have to say, I’m not quite used having the Palace be this busy. I find the gardens remind me there is still a place quiet. It allows me to think easier, I believe.”

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Everything in Evelina told her to find a solution, one that was not the solution the Prince of Scotland and her Father were going to attempt. Being an usurper or the supporter of one was a dangerous game and Evelina did not know why her father was so keen on playing when there could be other solutions found. War was an ugly thing, especially in times like this. She did not understand why anyone would be willing to cause more death when it was already so prevalent in their world. 

She found herself in the gardens, her fingers brushing over the delicate petals, trying to imagine how they were so soft in a world that demanded harshness. At the crunch of shoes behind her, she turned, greeting them with the proper greeting for their title. Once her greeting was finished, she gave them a soft, if tired smile,“Are you finding it as stifling indoors as I am today?”

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whiterosesofscotland‌:

It was good to see a familiar face but not in a time like this. She had felt now that she was at her biggest downfall, it gave people the opportunity to say what they wanted and she was unable to do anything about it. Deep down, Valentina knew of Evelina’s thoughts regarding her personality and sort of lifestyle. And truthfully, never bothered her really despite not being entirely close to her sister. All these years, she knew that Evelina would never say anything to her face, anything that was negative anyway. And Valentina didn’t want her to say anything now, not that it would even matter now. Why give her a few jabs when she was unable to defend herself? However, part of Valentina felt like Evelina wouldn’t drop that low as far as to insult her like others have. In the end, they will all pay. “I’ve had better days,” Valentina said to the woman as she gestures around the room, showing off the littleness that she has. It was better than a cell. It was prison lodgings perfect for a Queen, they say. “Is it true? That the Prince made a claim to the throne? It wasn’t something that I asked for him to do.”

Evelina was rather glad that she was a master at keeping her features cool and collected, because when the Queen of Scotland brought up her lover, her blood boiled. It wouldn’t have killed the woman to apologize for the shame she’s brought to their family. Her voice was measured, as it always was, when she answered,“It is true. The Prince has begun to find supporters for his endeavor.” She knew her father would support the Prince, if only to ensure Valentina would be safe from her punishment. She had not told her father that she did not think it was their place to get involved with something so messy, but she was not screaming her approval. She leveled Valentina a long look before saying,“And yes, my Father is going to support him. We’ve been place in a very unfortunate position.” She left the by you off her sentence, knowing the implication was enough.

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whiterosesofscotland‌:

It was like everything had felt unreal. Body felt light as if she was standing on clouds or swimming in a pool of water. Voices echoed through her head, speaking to her as she awaits the day of her death. She was dreaming, she knew she was dreaming. Though, it didn’t feel like she was. It was a memory, one that she remembers so vividly that she can feel and smell it. It was these final hours that she had looked back upon her life, bringing back memories that she had long forgotten but cherished now. Even though her lodgings were more than generous from James, it had a dark and eerie feeling. And through the darkness, somehow, Valentina was able to see right through it. She was frightened, worried that someone will enter her lodgings and assassinate her too early. Valentina made sure that she was still half-awake whenever she would try to get some rest. However, the idea of sleeping eventually seemed like a waste of time. As she will soon be placed to a more permanent slumber once she is dead. Valentina laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling as she rambled in her thoughts, she later heard movement, footsteps just behind her door. Very slowly did she sat up, her palms sweating and mouth trembling. The door quietly opens, and almost immediately was she blinded by the large lited candle that brightened up the darkroom entirely. Her eyes squinted a little, trying to mask out the person who had entered.

When the news had broken, Evelina had not been surprised. She felt a deep sorrow for her father and an even deeper sorrow for the bastard child growing within Valentina, but she only felt disappointment when it came to Valentina. The woman had sinned and her husband was punishing her for her treachery. Death did seem harsh, especially with a babe growing in the Queen’s belly, but she did not blame him for his harshness. Evelina would have been rather distraught had her spouse done the same to her. She could only imagine how the King of Scotland felt and how his emotions must have lead him to such a drastic decision. She was sure though that someone could convince him that death was not the answer. She wasn’t entirely sure why she snuck into Valentina’s room, but she found herself there now, staring at the woman who had smeared her father’s name with her own actions. “Your majesty,” She greeted softly. “How are you faring?” She would get to speaking to the woman about her actions soon enough, but for now, she had to ensure she was comfortable first. 

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( MARGARET QUALLEY, SHE/HER, FEMALE ) HEAR YE, HEAR YE! Allow me to introduce EVELINA VITTORIA of ITALY. The 24 year old PRINCESS is known to be POLITE and RESPONSIBLE, but rumors about court claim SHE can be CONTROLLING and STUFFY when crossed. Only time will tell where their interests belong. Penned by FINN ( EST + 21 + she/her ).

THE BASICS

Name: Evelina Vittoria

Age: 24 yrs old

General physical description: 5′8″, long brown hair, large blue eyes, almost always looking put together, she usually stands with as perfect posture as she can manage. 

Relationship status: Betrothed

Current family: Father and multiple siblings

A BRIEF LOOK

Religion: Catholic

Attitude to religion: Evelina is a devote Catholic 

Favorite pastimes: She enjoys riding horses and playing with her instruments

Hobbies: Evelina loves books and will often read away her afternoons if she’s not careful

PERSONALITY

Strongest positive personality trait: Responsible. Evelina will always say no to fun if she finds it irresponsible, even if she really wishes to do it

Strongest negative personality trait: Controlling. Evelina wants all her friends and family to be as polite and proper as she is and when they are not she tends to have a bit of an issue with it 

Sense of humor: Evelina finds sarcasm very amusing, but tends to pretend she doesn’t

Temper: Evelina has a rather even temper, little things don’t usually get under her skin

Consideration for others: While she wishes to say she is the most compassionate person she knows, she knows this is a lie. She will always put her family first

How other people see him/her: A serious, stuffy girl who worries too much about the court’s opinion of her

Opinion of him/herself: She thinks she’s doing the best she can

Other traits, especially those to be brought out in story: Evelina is a jealous person, but she pushes that down often. She also is creative and loves to play her music