#aroseofyork

[hearkenedsouls]

@perhiistoria a Harry Potter starter for Mary! 

When he’d first been paired with Mary for Charms, he’d been expecting her to need his help - he didn’t know the Gryffindor that well, but she did have a reputation of being a little, well...badly behaved. He knew she rarely completed her homework, and was often in detentions so he didn’t imagine she’d be any good at her work. 

It only took him five minutes of their first lesson to realise he was wrong; she grasped the new Charms almost instantly - and significantly faster than him! In fact, he was sure she’d be able to help him...if she didn’t mind. 

“Hi,” he greeted her at the beginning of their next lesson, a small smile tugging his lips upwards. “How did you find the homework? I still can’t quite get to grips with the Vanishing Charm...”

[kingcenred]

@aroseofyork

Despite his apparent nonchalance of the kidnapping - at least to the media - the hostage situation had taken it’s toll on Cenred. Not just the cast on his left hand that impeded everything he did, but the flashbacks of memories that occurred every night in his dreams. But it was Mary that he was most concerned about, and her insistence to wear high heels - even though her injured foot had not yet fully recovered. 

“Mary, I want to teach you how to shoot,” he declared one morning, as they ate breakfast tucked up in bed. “I can’t shoot as well with my right hand, but I should be able to show you how to do it. Would you like that? Then you can leave the high heels in the wardrobe,” she probably thought she was being very subtle when it came to the shoes, but Cenred knew. 

“I’ll get you a small handgun you can carry around with you instead.” 

[draconigena440-archive]

⏳

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

He would obviously wait until she was an adult for this:

“Although I am immortal it does not mean I have grown numb to the death of loved ones and friends… I know that you and your siblings have heard your parents talk about the fact that I was sent into exile for ‘Letting the King of England die’ but I feel it is time for the truth of the matter be finally told from my lips considering I have always felt that my exile partly led to the wars that put your father on the throne.”

“I had just landed in the port of Calais when a Henry V’s messenger found me with the news that Henry was gravely ill with dysentery who knew that I was due to join him in France and was urgently requesting my care. Even though I transferred mounts at a full gallop Henry was close to beyond my help by the time I got to his side at the  Château de Vincennes. I did absolutely everything I could and did not rest for several days because I was constantly trying to keep Henry hydrated through IVs and constantly trying everything I knew to support him as dysentery ran its course…”

“At the end, Henry knew his time was coming and knew I would have enough guilt as it was about losing him since I had helped bring him into the world and had loved and helped to raise him as if he was my son instead of a distant direct and indirect relation so he signed a document and told those who needed to know I was not at fault for his impending death and that I actually went above and beyond when it came to the care I always provided him… A fact that has only been between me, Henry, his God and my Gods is that  King Henry V died in my arms and I was the one who prepared his body for the journey back to England for burial…

“It was pure utter grief that led to my exile and because Catherine of Valois knew I could not die she had me lashed, named as a warlock and exiled. Honestly, exile was worse than death and if it was not for the fact I had my brother and a few family members like Owan Tudor and your Lady Grandmother Jacquetta that wrote to me I do not know how my wits would have survived my punishment.”

“My only wish is that I could have been here to try and help Henry’s son through his madness and if I could have advised those in power and been a mediator in order to try and prevent the wars that have taken so many lives and that have split up mine and so many other families.”

[xunconquerableheartx]

Starter for the lovely @aroseofyork​.

“Greetings. I am Healer Sigyn. What ails you, and how may I be of service?”

[daniellecountessofderby]

@aroseofyork​ continued from here [X]

             “Do  you  know  find  it  amusing  how  we  did  everything  backwards?” her  head  rests  on  his  shoulder.  “We  slept  together  and  had  our  first  kiss, you  told  me  you  loved  me  and  now  we’re  having  our  first  date.”  Mary  reached  to  kiss  his  cheek  gently.  “I  suppose  it  works  for  us, huh?”

An arm reached around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him. Yes it did seem odd but to him, the love part had always come first. “Perhaps it is a little amusing, but it all happened because I loved you Mary, always did.” Daniel smiled softly, hoping she’d understand. “It has worked out now and I’m forever grateful it has.”

[the-earl-in-the-tower]

Mary:

      “I  think the  flaw  in your thinking,  little cousin,”  much like she did when they were both so  young,   and  happy  (  before the death of her father  ),  the older Plantagenet ruffled his hair,  “is that you are far too  LITTLE  for the evil nasties to be  running  away.  But once you get better with your archery,  I’m certain they’ll flee with  fright.”

“I am NOT small!” Edward squeaked. He let out the tiniest of huffs as he stretched up to stand on tiptoes, bending the soles of his specially-made leather shoes. His arms flapped around a little at his sides - as though he were treading water - in order to keep his balance. Her ruffling his hair had the effect of gently ushering him back down again, and so he gave up his straining and flapping for a wrinkled pout as he folded his arms across his chest.

 “I bet they do not flee from you.” After all, despite her skill with a bow, Mary of York remained little. Did these things not conflict? “Unless you are secretly an evil nasty too!”

[indigni]

          The pitter-patter following the creak of that old door can only mean one thing; one person’s presence: princess Mary’s. The tea he had been nursing so far is put aside and he rises from his seat to offer proper greeting –––– followed by a form of address accompanied with an almost cheeky smile.  ❝  Princess, your presence ever gladdens me, though it begs the question: should you not be with your tutor?  ❞     ( // @aroseofyork )

[lxprincipessx-blog]

among the roses // aroseofyork

after four years we are where we begun, a starter for @aroseofyork

What was she doing here? the french were not welcomed there and neither were germans. she was the foreigner, someone to be suspicious of, to be stared at, to be spied on. Her husband a new ambassador for France. Philippe was never the one to parade himself with her. He was quick to find friends, to do his business. Especially since he took Chevalier with him. Yet she was young and inexperienced. Just married. Wasn`t she supposed to be on honeymoons?  Unhappy times for such a young healthy German girl. She wanted to see the Court life, to meet new people. With only a smile on her face, fresh-faced from her morning walk, dressed in simple clothes she was determined to do as the English do, as long as it did not cross with her morals and beliefs. She would lie if she said the suspicion was not mutual.  Rain she hated and the coldness of the Court as well. It was now as the French were a laughing bunch as well, but why was everyone outside of Germany so unfriendly. She could not find her place in the room. She barely understood the odd language. Here and there she could catch a familiar word, she guessed right the words... king and daughters ..and glanced towards the young ladies. They were all that... proper princesses. Charming as they should be. And here were ... sausages. THE REAL BAVARIAN SAUSAGES.  So she ran towards that place and snatched one or two. It took her couple of minutes that someone was looking at her with a great amusement on her face. ‘Excuse me, Your Royal Highness’ she cleaned her mouth of the cloth. ‘The journey has been a bit too long.’ Gosh if only I were that beautiful, she thought.