#bourboniic

[queenshaven-blog]

BOURBONE HEIRS.  such proud and stubborn creatures.  rulers of queenshaven.

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“What this supposed to be? An apology?”

quiet devours her.  every movement barred by abrupt outburst  .   THE STERN TONE , SO INDELICATE , TAKING HER BY SURPRISE.  water mar crimson cheek ,  chagrin , forcing eyes to seek comfort in the floor rather than in his.  ❛ BE MERCIFUL ON ME.  my purpose was not to insult you nor disobey you , but , for once , i could not help but speak out.  he’s an old goose  &   i could never forgive myself for marrying him.  not even for you . not when so many men, handsome  &  rich , have sought my hand. CAN YOU NOT FIND IT IN YOU TO FORGIVE ME ?  ❜

BENJAMIN SPAM. always welcome.

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“Do you need some wine? You need some wine.”

BEGUILING EYES, GOLD TINTED BLUES lit by bygone conversation.  offence taken by the words of one a stranger to him.   for once this was not the doing of his much present brother . hand meets oak            table shaking at the unsubtle fall.  ❛  YOU OUGHT BANISH  THAT GLATHIL . how dare he refuse our sister  &  curse our name.  ARE YOU NOT ANGRY, BROTHER ? ❜

BENJAMIN SPAM. always welcome.

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❛   you dare  THREATEN your king?   ❜    benjamin lisps,  casting a heavy-lidded look at his younger brother.  he stares for a moment,  marveling at the bourbone rage in ice blue eyes,  before his gaze darts back to the tall girl in the corner of the room,  talking animatedly to their sister.  cymbeline de fleuriau-pelypheaux.  she’s a pretty one,  certainly,  all long lashes and dark eyes and golden,  golden hair that tumbles down her back. PRETTY DOES NOT INTEREST HIM. and he’s not keen to anger her father.   [  he needs their loyalty,  their damned horses,  their pathetic fifty-soldier-army.  ]    ❛   i hear the youngest lord mormount isinfatuated with her.  i’m considering taking his sister,  the lady iustina,  as my wife  ;  i suppose it would do well to please my future brother-in-law,  don’t you think?  oh valentin, MY BRITTLE BROTHER, know you not better than to fall for a maiden so far below your rank?  i would never let you have her.   ❜ 

brother spam.  always welcome.  @bourbone.

brow arch in question. mouth nearly kissed by words that could , as a principal , cost his head.  BLACKENED AZURE blank emotion from a usually tender gaze. his heated temper lost in the words of his brother.   there’s no thought, no consideration, before a hand is buried in the crease of his brother’s shirt ;  beckoning the man closer still.  anger was no foreignity to his tongue , violence part of not only of his nature, but of benjamin’s. THEY ARE BOURBONES AFTER ALL. 

 ❛ take a mormount. take a denys, even a valentionois if you will, but do not dictate my happiness, my love, once again. i am not your pawn , not like carolina who would do anything to please you. YOU WILL NOT TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME.  i am as free to marry as you are. have you no love for me at all, your own blood, your own brother ? if not, i mourn the woman who’ll bear your sons, sons  &  daughters you will never be capable of loving. ❜

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CONTINUED FROM HERE. 

                    if only FOR HER, benjamin’s stern features soften  ;  hesitant is the jewel-laden hand that reaches to caress his little sister’s golden head. SO PURE STILL ;  she is not cursed with the bitter arrogance that blackens his soul,  shows never that bourbone arrogance,  nor the wicked,  darker nature of their family.   ❛   i am sorry,  sister.  between the clamouring of the council,  valentin’s demands and the recent unrest,  i heard not the sweet singing of your voice  ;  ruling this kingdom oft robs me of time and patience both.  tell me what weighs on you.   ❜

this, the aftermath of silence.  an abate to solitude.     HIS BEJEWELED HAND, MARRED BY WAR  the sense of home, oft, bygone in their lavish being.   from open mouth a sole whisper crawls .  his name .  a foreignity to her tongue               a name easily lost betwixt titles  &  formality.  ❛  YOU ARE MY BURDEN.  the sole thing that weigh down my shoulders.  i fear the crown may wear you thin ,  so much that you forget to live your life.  i wish only to see a smile pass your sweet lips. ❜