#confiteclosed

[kazimierzjagiellonczyk-blog]

Kazimierz smiled at the man, one he had met years ago when he had visited Scotland, the moment he’d first been able to lay eyes on the girl he would eventually call his wife. She was but a child then, both of her brothers fairly older than her, and the young Duke had found he far more enjoyed the company of the men than he did entertaining the thought of marrying this girl - a child. Now they sat, half a decade later, whiskey freshly poured in their goblets, and knots in their stomachs - at least, there certainly were in Kaziu’s, as he finally sat prepared to meet his betrothed. “I thank you for arranging this introduction, Your Highness, I know the King has been engrossed as of late, and I am wholly grateful.”

James, Mairie

[secondxscn-blog]

@thelittleonc

            It was an odd request, never had James been asked to teach another to speak Gaelic. Especially not a WOMAN. However, he was also not one who would decline another of the opportunity to speak a language he knew as his mother tongue, so he planned to entertain the idea at least. Most seemed to have taken to the gardens on days such as the ones he had been blessed to see since his arrival, leaving the library relatively quiet and the perfect place for him to teach the lady a thing or two. Sitting on a seat by a window, overlooking the beauteous Rome, the Scottish prince marveled in the view as he waited for Novella to arrive.

[annclise]

♕ Closed starter for @daughterofnaples

      Annelise had truly been a white apple carefully hidden beneath her crimson counterparts. Clad in a dress far too plain for a woman of her rank, Annelise strode through the surprisingly empty gardens. It was indeed a rarity to find the princess totally absent of the many jewels that normally emblazoned her neck and earlobes. Upon waking in the morning, She requested that her handmaids refrain from intricately styling her obsidian mane and instead settled for a more demure braid. Everything had been so easily set in place for a distinct reason: Annelise would venture out completely nameless, but not alone. 

      It was a concept that Annelise could only wish that she invented all on her own, but instead it was borrowed from a dear friend that would soon take part in her own creation. Escaping her title for a few hours in exchange for the opportunity to dabble in the brains of various nobles seemed like a more than fair trade. Very few people in Rome could say that they have ever set their eyes on the princess, making it much easier to carry a sense of anonymity.

      Passing through the floral paths lined colors more vibrant than the ones clinging to her svelte figure, Annelise paused and plucked a single rose from its resting place. Standing in the very same agreed upon location, Annelise applied her unwavering patience while individually plucking red petals from the southern flower. Surely the other half of chaos would be making her appearance shortly, granting the nobles at court a few more moments of peace.

[defyingtreason]

The weather was fair and lenient against the King’s fair complexion and luxuriant stratums of rich linen, though a pale roseate caressed the apples of cheeks warmed by the merciful daystar; a stretch of skin between his fore and thumb searing with so transient sting it remained imperceptible as an arrow shot forth from his grasp, transfixing the scarlet-ringed target with a master’s touch. He retreated, eyed the placement of his arrow, and transferred the bow into the arms of one of his many attendants, arms returning to his side as his intended and her entourage of women approached him. With them did a broad grin accompany his features, eyes cast upon Kamille of Hungary and the ever-present twinge upon her lips. ‘Good-afternoon, ladies. Princess. I lament that you could not have arrived sooner, wherefore you must now tolerate my companionship alone as the Grand Duke and his wife have left to sup and tend their son. I know not how I will compose myself amongst a covey of such handsome women of refined stature, such as yourselves.’ His greeting having met it’s cessation, he turned amiably to the Princess. ‘Has Your Highness ever practiced archery?’

@gildedresent

[queenbyname]

RANDOM STARTER FOR @margotofalencon – 

“I am told you have made the most extraordinary impression on His Majesty’s Lord Privy Seal. So extraordinary that he is to embark to England on the morrow! You ought to be pleased with yourself if such was your intention.”

[defyingtreason]

STARTER FOR @gildedresent

       ‘I presume your father has kept you up-to-date regarding the current standpoint of our negotiation, yes? There need be no uncertainty on Your Highness’ part -- or impertinence on mine -- when the time arrives to place our most-valuable concordat into fruition.’ A breath is caught in his throat as he recalls upon his advisor’s words; women do not react to the language of soldiers. ‘I ask only so that we may look forward to a communicative rapport in the near future. We would face great peril if we were to embark with unheralded understandings of one another in an -- I dare say -- lifelong endeavor.’