#c; rasa

[eamono-rourke]

@widcwed-rasa

When they had finally been allowed to leave the tea room Eamon had seen his sisters to their rooms, before making his way back to his. His plan had been to lock himself away and sleep for the next sixteen hours or so, but as he pushed open the door his stomach dropped. There wasn’t much left of it, snow filling up half of it and the rest was covered in debris and rubble.

He was oddly emotionless as he surveyed what had been his quarters since he got there. After being separated from his family he couldn’t bring himself to think of his belongings as anything more than mere objects, not after the possibility of what he could’ve lost.

His feet found their way to Rasa’s room and he knocked on the door, waiting for her to answer. “Can I come in? I uh, don’t really have a room anymore.”

[princeromanov]

@widcwed-rasa​

There were a few places in the castle that Ivan rarely, if never found himself going.  One was the music room given that he had never been privy to learning an instrument.  Another was the tea room, simply because he had little need to sit around drinking tea and eating cake.  Yet he found himself there that day having been told by his sister that he had to attend a very important afternoon tea.  He had expected it to be another of her recent plans for them to spend time together doing the things she wanted that they never had, so he was surprised when he turned up to find only one other person in the room.  He paused only momentarily to roll his eyes before moving towards the table.  “Let me guess, Maggie said there was very important tea on today?  Or did she tell you another story?” 

[handydandycasper]

@widcwed-rasa​

While Daina had been keeping herself occupied well enough with her circle of aristocratic friends, it still didn’t quite erase the place her sisters took back in Lithuania. For one, Ausra hadn’t been there to curb her spending and so she had made the biggest shops yet for her summer and autumn wardrobes. It was a fact that was a bit of a sore spot now that she had been sent to Russia and couldn’t take half of it with her. She had also missed Rasa’s blunt comments and arriving here she knew her oldest sister was going to be the first port of call. Her parents had told her of both her sisters engagements when they sent the letters off (something which caused a temper tantrum if they dared try to the the same to her) and she was eager to know how Rasa was coping with it.

Finding her way to the girl’s room with the aid of a very helpful maid she stood in front of the door, giving a knock and putting on her best smile as she waited for it to be answered. “Guess who?” 

[eamono-rourke]

@widcwed-rasa​

Eamon had found out the news just before he and Niamh were shipped off to Russia.  He knew the day would come when he and the rest of his siblings would be betrothed, he just didn’t think it would come so soon or that it wouldn’t have happened to his sister at the same time.  Instead the news had come quite literally as they were packing their bags.  A Lithuanian princess who would already be at the castle.  He had her name scrawled on a piece of paper which he found surreal every time he looked at it.  That name would be his future wife.  It was something he still struggled to get his head around.

Still, he had been at the castle for a week now, and sure the first three days he had spent in his room so they didn’t really count.  But now he figured it was time he sucked it up and went and sought out the princess.  Asking several other royals and some of the staff he eventually managed to locate her, hands in his pockets as he cleared his throat to hopefully get her attention.  “Uh, hi... I thought I’d come and introduce myself.  I’m Eamon.”

[momentorummusings]

@museplanetwrites​ 

who: Anya & Rasa where: The Palace

It seemed that despite the usual lack of celebration, the Thai royals had catered to other parts of the world and completely decked out the palace in Christmas decorations. Anya though, couldn't seem to get in the spirit. For one the family tended to lean towards the Orthodox celebrations, and for another it was just too damn hot to possibly think the worldwide event was approaching. 

Side stepping a staff member who appeared to have rooted themselves under a sprig of mistletoe she rolled her eyes with disgust as she tracked down her cousin. Others might call her a Scrooge, but of course she had little care for them. "I can't believe you're having to fully celebrate Christmas because of your husband. And in this heinous weather."