#{{and eating bread}}

[icanttalkimhavingacrisis]

Feeling really proud of this photo so here, have rare material in the form of an actual photo of me

[k-l-a-n-c-e-a-c-a-d-e-m-y]

i got my second vaccine yesterday and now im tired and my head hurts and the cats under the bed :(

WTF. This sucks !!!

[masheddpo]

I miss being skinny :'(

*does nothing to be skinny again*

[iyassus]

@r0yalbloods​ || Kιɳɠ Iყαʂυ Tҽʂϝαʋҽ & Kιɳɠ Fαɾʅαɳ Sƚυαɾƚ || The Grand Dining Hall || Closed

Talks had stalled for the day. Boring trade discussions had halted the moment costs began to be spoken of, and between the scrape of beads upon abaci and the huff and grunt of unsatisfied kings and queens Iyasu’s head was beginning the throb. Lunch had been called for, and in the break of men and women heading for the vast dining room, Iyasu found himself seated beside King Farlan of Scotland.

When it came to Iyasu’s list of concerns for the summit, getting close to Scotland was not even written down. His reputation, and the reputation of Ethiopia in such a remote place, was the least of his concerns. However, if anything can be said about the French Summit, it was that it cared not for the desires of its participants (or perhaps it did, for those who had not been so badly incapacitated as King Seyon I of Ethiopia). So far, after dodging an assassination attempt from his own court, Iyasu had achieved absolutely zero of his goals. He had not even melted some of the ice between him and his wife. It felt as if each time he took a step towards progress some Fantôme or disaster or sickness forced him two steps back.

So, Scotland was not one of the kingdoms Iyasu had first desired to cuddle up to, but when Heaven seemed to grant him the opportunity to do so, he took it.

“Your majesty, may I bother you to pass the bread,” Iyasu asked in one of his soft, unassuming tones, hoping to start a conversation that would, at least, be more productive than those held that morning.