#corval lady

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I nearly forgot that I had this on my computer and then later forgot or had little time to upload this lovely work of art sooner. Here’s another piece of Lady Yvonne of Corval, one of my many 7kpp OCs. I profusely thank @rayeliann for bringing her to life for my Patreon reward. Watching the stream with her as the subject was awesome, as well seeing each and every layer color be added to her. This turned out amazing and is so stunning, I sometimes cannot believe it’s real.

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21- over a shoulder!

As we discussed before, this will be for Mors x Yvonne. Man, I do so love writing this couple. Thanks for the ask, @rayelian ! :D

Neither of them could explain how it transpired, especially when they had not been expecting it. The words had taken both Mors and Yvonne by surprise and while Mors was inwardly delighted, Yvonne seemed stunned, almost concerned even, at what she had just uttered. 

Earlier, it was a lovely day in Kirkwall and Mors wanted to bring his lover  to the newly established farmers’ market that spread all over the city–to the alienage to Lowtown and even Hightown. The experience would be good and adventurous for them both and they enjoyed having excuses to walk around in public together, putting all the rumors and speculation to rest as Yvonne’s arm was entwined with his. When Mors told her about the market, she was ecstatic and insisted they depart as soon as the market opened tomorrow so they wouldn’t fall victim to having all the good merchandise picked clean by the early birds. 

“What, no chance for sleeping in, even a little bit?” Mors had protested in jest, smiling when she kissed him briefly, fingers playing with his collar before she pulled back to gather her effects and return back to her guest lodgings for some quick business for her homeland. 

“We can do plenty of that later, after we have had our share of the market.” She cut him a teasing, winsome glance and he longed to draw this bronze, strawberry blonde haired beauty back into his arms and delay her departure. The manor became lonely without her vivacious presence. Instead, he returned the smile, knowing he would have her all to himself tomorrow. 

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early, at your place,” he said, content to watch her shapely, hourglass form retreat towards the front door, her puckish beam and violet eyes shining bright, even as she looked back.

“Considerate as ever. No need to wonder why I love you so much, Mors,” she replied over her shoulder, not realizing what she exactly told him until the words already left her lips and echoed through both of their perfectly acute ears.The mirth completely vanished from Yvonne’s tan visage and any response he had died on his tongue. Never had Mors witnessed her look so vulnerable, so worried before and her hapless expression nearly broke his heart. Back in her home, court life was dangerous (but thrilling, at times, according to Yvonne) and everyone was seeking out each other’s weaknesses, hoping to uncover ways to drag their opponents down and take their place. Loving someone could be deadly, especially if it was the wrong person or your hold on power was feeble. Yvonne wasn’t just frightened of her feelings for him, she also was scared someone would use him to strike out against her and all would be lost. 

Mors still recalled her reaction when he turned up to the Hawke manor, bloody and sore from a bandit fight, and Yvonne was there, waiting for him. Albeit she concealed it well, he was able to espy from her swift, caring movements as well as the anxious, frantic gleam in those striking purple eyes of hers that she had concerned, terrified even, that he might not come home. 

Yvonne cheriesh, no loved him so much that she locked her feelings and heart away so no one would be able to use them against her or the people she wanted to protect. 

Fathoming what he had to do, Mors simply opened up his arms and said softly, “Come, Yvonne. It’s all right.”

Wordlessly, she complied, encircling her arms around his lean, muscled torso, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Strands of her strawberry blonde hair tickled his nose, her scent of lilies and amber wafted all over and ensnaring his senses. He began to relax a little and the tension he felt from Yvonne’s now taut body started to lessen.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Yvonne.” Mors told her. “You know that I love you too, right?”

A small nod was her answer prior to lifting her head and slowly facing him. “But what if you get hurt--or worse--because of me? I love you so much and can’t bear the thought of you gone from this world too soon?” After all, she knew not everyone who came with her to discuss trade and friendship with the remaining leaders of Kirkwall were allies of her and would have no qualms to find methods that would place Mors in danger, just as long as it would inflict enough agony onto her. 

“I worry the same about you, Yvonne. I too have countless enemies that will love to utilize any means to stop me or put me in my place. Yet I won’t let them stop me from loving you or showing it to the world.” His thumb grazed her cheek, tender and affectionate. Yvonne tilted her head so her mouth could brush itself against that thumb, kissing it gently. 

“You’re right and I desire that too, more than anything. But if I lost you because of my actions, I’d never forgive myself, Mors.”

“When it comes to love, there is always a risk,” he added, continuing to stroke her tan face. “I am ready to take it. If I don’t, I know I shall regret it.” The Champion of Kirkwall longed to say more yet did not want to push Yvonne. She had to be comfortable and prepared to overcome those fears rooted inside her derived from her life in court. 

Taking a deep breath, Yvonne digested his words with care, all the while his touch soothed and cherished as she pondered. Mors was right. Even if she concealed her love for him, her heart would ache and rail against herself for such a cruel decision. She took risks before with such uncertain outcomes but at least, with Mors, he’ll still be at her side even if the Corval court admonished her for her decisions or her foes attempted to manipulate their love to further their schemes. 

Well, I won’t allow them. Not today, not ever.

“Then tomorrow morning, let us make our relationship official,” she finally answered placing a hand around his cheek, the corners of her lips steadily turning upwards while her heart became lighter by her intentions and declaration. “We shall be more than allies with a few bedroom perks. We’ll be lovers--and so much more.”

Mors’s wide grin was almost identical to hers now. “I like the sound of that. I cannot wait for tomorrow, to see and love you openly.”

“Same here.” She kissed him, first his beard, then his fingers, and lastly, his waiting lips before the Corval lady reluctantly disengaged herself from his embrace. “Until then, I must depart and finish some my duties for today. I shall see you tomorrow morning in front of my lodgings.” As she left, the smile never melted away from her bronze, beautiful features. Who knew she’d find such strong, unconditional love in a foreign land, with someone like Mors Hawke? She was blessed and after sneaking a quick glance at her lover before exiting his house, Yvonne reckoned he felt lucky too.          

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7 - I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved. Feels like a perfect Mors/Yvonne prompt! (or just Yvonne really, since shes so suave)

Thank youuuu for the ask, @rayeliann! I love writing these two because the possibilities are endless and they work so well together. So I think I got a little carried away when I wrote this prompt. XD

FYI, for anyone who reads this, things get a little risque near the end of the first break as well as the end of this prompt. 

Life was busy, being a diplomat for the Empress in a foreign land. Thus, her free time was often limited. When she had such time to spare, Yvonne absolutely treasured the days or moments she had in the company of Mors Hawke. Mors was a balm for aching her soul, his presence soothing, protective even. She felt completely safe around him, helped by the fact he was one of the very few people in her life she could trust. He had that air of sincerity about him while also possessing the ability to ease the burdens and tensions of others. Perhaps that was why he was so adored by many in Kirkwall presently. His heroic deeds might have won their favor and attention, but it was his character and continual goodwill that won the people’s hearts. 

“You seem more tense than usual.” Mors’s gentle, unwavering tone washed over Yvonne, her reverie scattering away akin to dandelion seeds into the wind. His fingers slid up her shoulders and resumed his massage up there, working the knots and alleviating the strained muscles. “Is everything all right?”

“Politics,” she answered, frowning in remembrance of the source of her frustration: a petty feud between two nobles in her company, complaining one guest’s estate was more luxurious than theirs and then accused their peer of bribery and other base crimes. There was that annoyance and the additional pressure of the Empress, who had sent someone over to monitor her progress, someone who was no friend of hers or her mother. It had only been a week and already the Lady Azra’s hawk eyes and overly critical nature was grating Yvonne’s nerves. Lady Azra was the type who would find fault when there was none and take every opportunity to snidely comment on her less than proper relationship with the Champion of Kirkwall. However, she promptly shut the repugnant woman up immediately after beginning to divulge how diligent, attentive, and dexterous Mors Hawke was to her and how much he appreciate her services when they were alone. Next time, when he was in her bed and Azra was nearby, Yvonne would make sure to moan as boisterously as she could. 

“Ah, I should have known.” Her lover nuzzled her neck and instinctively, her back arched and toes flexed upward. She purred contently as he continued , his teeth grazing the slender column of her throat and then, her earlobe. “But you can relax now. Politics won’t reach you here.” Mors had a point. The was a certain measure of privacy in the Hawke manor, one Yvonne cherished readily. Her residence had too many curious eyes and ears as well as wagging tongues of late.

“And I don’t know who I have to thank more: you or your adorable dog.” The said mabari was sound asleep, snoozing a few feet away from the bed. Mors chuckled, his fingertips digging deep into some knots around her shoulder blades and she hissed, reveling in the pleasurable pain. “I’ll accept your thanks for the both of us.”

Amused, Yvonne turned around in his arms and planted a linger, warm kiss on his mouth before leaving a trail of butterfly kisses along his jaw, chin, and neck. “Is that so? Then you’ll really enjoy how I plan to thank you personally, Mors.” One hand snaked down his chest and abdomen, resting near his crotch prior to her fingers tenderly grasped their prize. The smoky gleam in his eyes, the aroused expression overtaking his handsome features were enough of an indication that he had the same thought on his mind.

Yvonne did not expect to awake up to the sounds of bickering, especially from two of Mors’s companions, for she recognized their voices and knew besides the Hawke family and servants, only his friends had full access to the manor.   

She glanced over at her lover, who remained asleep, his face blissful and tranquil. A small, grateful smile curved itself across her lips and reaching over, her fingers grazed his beard and cheek, her touch light enough not to wake him. His whiskers tickled her skin, broadening her soft grin even more. Moments like these were ones she cherished so fondly, for Mors appeared so serene and happy, untroubled by the weight of world. Whatever quandaries awaited him downstairs, she could handle it. He deserved as many hours of sleep as he could get.

Slipping into an aubergine silk robe embroidered with silver and copper threaded designs, Yvonne descended the stairs and found herself observing a crossed Captain of the Guard, Aveline, and Mors’s regaling storyteller and rather dashing and deeply masculine friend, Varric, arguing. Unlike the tall, ginger haired warrior, Varric seemed more amused than anything else.   

“May I help you two?” Yvonne queried thusly, purple eyes roaming first from Aveline, then to Varric. “And please, keep your voices down. Mors is still sleeping.”

“Kept him all night, did you?” guffawed the roguish dwarf, grinning from ear to ear. Aveline scoffed. And yet, Yvonne remained gracefully composed, a hint of a knowing smile dancing on her bronze features, neither confirming or denying his words. Her hair and state of dress of conspicuous enough to answer his bawdy question. 

“We didn’t mean to disturb you or Hawke,” Aveline spoke up, shooting a dirty glare at Varric. “I had originally stopped by to drop something off when Varric over here decided to provoke me with his stories.”

“It’s only one book!” he protested, still smirking away like a bobcat. “And I’m not going to use your real name–I’m simply drawing inspiration from you.”

“Given to the fact it’s you who is doing the writing, that gives me scant comfort.”

Prior they could resume their argument and render her more perplexed than before, the strawberry blonde noble sighed heavily and clapped her hands sharply, akin to a mother demanding the attention of two rowdy children. “Please, enough! Let us resolve this situation before your bickering wakes Mors up. He needs all the sleep he can get these days.”

“It’s nothing, Lady Yvonne,” assured Aveline. “It is merely Varric being himself and writing a book about me without telling me until the very last minute.”

“First of all, the main character is based on you, not actually you–there is a difference. Secondly, it was suppose to be a surprise. I thought you liked surprises!”

“I hate them, especially from you.” Icicles dripped from her voice. 

As much as Yvonne longed to return to a warm bed with a warmer and bare Mors in it, this conundrum had to dealt with first.   

“Have you already finished and published this book or are you still in the process of writing the full story?”

The dwarf shifted his gaze on her, folding his arms as he spoke. “Technically, it’s done and my editor loves the story so far. The writing needs a bit of editing and polishing, that is all.”

Nodding, Yvonne then directed her gaze back on the ginger haired knight captain, who was carefully listening to Varric’s response. A thoughtful impression gleamed in her eyes and Yvonne observed the woman meticulously. Aveline didn’t outright say “no” and now seemed somewhat intrigued so hopefully, there still was a chance at a compromise after all. 

“Aveline, would you feel more at ease if you read Varric’s story first before you make your final decision whether or not the book should be published?”

The said woman nodded. “I’ll admit, doing so would help. That way I can know exactly what Varric is writing.” 

“I promise, I did the main character justice,” reassured Mors’s boon companion. “But I have the first draft ready for reading back at the Hanged Man, if you’re interested.” 

While Aveline was considering his offer, Yvonne quickly added, “That does not sound like an awful idea. The sooner you two resolve this issue, the better for the both of you.” And the sooner I can get back to bed and Mors.

“I suppose I have time to read over the first few chapters.” Aveline answered with a sigh. “And if I like what I see, Varric, then I shall think about letting you and your editor publish the story.”

“Perfect! I promise you won’t regret this.” The dwarf eagerly gestured for the knight captain to follow him as they exited the foyer.

“Why do I feel that I already am?” the captain muttered as she began to trail behind Varric, heading straight for the door. “But we intruded long enough. I’m sure Hawke misses you.” Aveline’s mouth were then curled up softly in good humor. It was only until after they left and Yvonne turned around to witness Mors standing up against the balcony on the second floor, did she comprehend Aveline’s meaning. A small smile resting amicably on his lips, the light of the chandelier above dancing in his warm, dusky eyes and along his sculpted, bare chest, dark hair dusted around his chest, arms, and abdomen. Some marks from their vigorous sexual activities were beginning to show, such as a few of her love bites along his neck and shoulders. 

“I’ve never seen anything like the way you handled that. I’m just so moved. And impressed.” Mors remarked, the smile growing as she ascended the stairs to join him. “Usually, an argument between Varric and Aveline never ends that swiftly.”  

“Oh, it was nothing. Besides, I was more concerned their bickering would wake you up and wanted to avoid that.” She frowned slightly. “Unfortunately, all my efforts were all for naught.”

He reached over to draw her into a tender embrace, pressing his lips to her temple for a brief kiss. “Don’t blame yourself. I was only half asleep when I noticed your absence and only wandered out when I heard the hushed talking. I thought I recognized Aveline’s disapproved tone.” Yvonne felt the corners of her mouth tilt upward in amusement, knowing all too well how...distinct Aveline’s voice was compared to others. Her fingers trailed down Mors’s chest while he tugged at the sash around her waist. The fabric loosened a little bit from his fiddling and the top of her robe opened, revealing her shoulders and upper chest. 

“Looking for another round?” she purred, caressing his abdomen affectionately. Her body arched with pleasure when Mors slipped a hand underneath her robe and tenderly grasped one of her breasts, flicking a thumb over a rosy nipple. He buried his face against her throat, his beard tickling her. 

“Maybe,” he said, timbre muffled. “The bed, it’s not the same without you.”

“My sentiments exactly.” She reluctantly pulled herself away from her lover, clutching his hand lovingly to guide him back to his chambers. Even though the sun was up and the day had begun, that did not mean they had to officially get up and resume their duties. There would be enough for those--later.     

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4-7 for Goneril and Yvonne! :)

Thank you for the ask! It’s been awhile since I delved into Goneril’s mind so I look forward to do so again. And Yvonne is always fun to talk about. :D

Goneril:

4.Their worries/insecurities regarding their love interest(s):

Before she and Andronikos got really serious and became hitched, she kept waiting for him to leave for good and move on. She told herself that wasn’t going to be an issue, that she was involved in multiple flings or relationships. But as she got closer to him and spent more time in his company, either on the battlefield or during casual hours, Goneril realized she didn’t want her time with Andronikos to end and he, out of everyone she has been with throughout the years, managed to worm his way into her heart and stay there. She became attached without ever intending to. So she was very relieved when Andronikos said he didn’t feel that crushing fear of commitment and didn’t want to leave and pleasently surprised when he proposed marriage. Which leads to another worry of hers.

Before he proposed, Goneril found out a week or so ago that she was pregnant (Talos first noticed the signs and Ashara became worried) and was concerned if she told Andronikos right away, he’d panic and leave, even though he said he wouldn’t. She was sure how she could handle being a parent, since she lost hers when she was young and never knew them well. So when he talked about marriage and a family, a huge weight lifted off her shoulders before Goneril confessed she was with child. She never seen Andronikos do double-take so hard that she burst into a explosion of giggles. Ind the end, the talk worked out and he couldn’t wait to be a father. 

5. How they express their interest/affection prior to a relationship:

An abundance of flirting, sexual innuendos, Goneril making suggestive moves with her body to convey her interest (such as stroking her thigh when the person of her desires is around), and bluntly stating her affections/interest is what Goneril primary does when she wants to engage in a physical relationship with someone.  

6. How they go about confessing their attraction:

She’d be very straightforward and waste no time beating around the bush. “I don’t know about you, but I am very interested in you as well as sharing my bed with you. Or with any other surfaces deem strong enough to support any possible rigorous pursuits. Intrigued at all?”

7. How they respond to a confession of attraction:

If she is aware of it and expresses a similar attraction, she’ll smirk and answer the confession with a passionate kiss–following by some shedding of the clothes. If Goneril is totally caught off guard by the admission and doesn’t know what to say or do right off the bat, she quickly tries to mask her flustered composure with an awkward “Hey, you caught me at a bad time so I have to go soon but let’s talk about this later because I can’t believe you have feelings for me?” And later berates herself for not noticing said attraction and tries to contemplate her next move and if she returns the gesture. 

Yvonne:

4. Their worries/insecurities regarding their love interest(s):

In 7kkp, she mostly worries if the Empress or her country won’t be pleased that she decided to marry a man from Corval as well instead of securing an alliance through another kingdom via marriage and try to break her and Zarad apart. And since Zarad is related to the Empress, she is a bit concerned that he might be forced into a duty vs. love situation and choose duty, thus breaking off their engagement. 

In other verses, with Mors, Yvonne worries that Mors is too good and kind for her and he might find her some of her less than savory qualities or perchance for court intrigues to be off-putting. And even though she seems confident in her sexuality, she is a bit insecure that the fact she’s no maid might cause problems later on. Yet her greatest fear or worry is she’ll lose Mors and his life to another courtier as revenge for her gaining too much power or influence in their eyes.   

5. How they express their interest/affection prior to a relationship:

A decent amount of flirtatious remarks, subtle touches here and there to let you know how much she’s interested, might offer you her favor if her affections for you are high enough, and will give a kiss or two on the cheek as well as a coquettish wink. She carries an impish charm around her when dealing with a person she likes and even might dress in an outfit on the risque side for a private meeting or meal to really get her point across, if need be.  

6. How they go about confessing their attraction:

First, Yvonne will wear something flattering, fashionable, and seductive and then, send them a note in advance to meet with them privately. Once the meeting has been arranged, she will give the person a small token or gift and explain how much her heart yearns and beats for them, regardless if they feel the same way or not. If the person is willing and responsive, Yvonne will end the confession with a kiss. 

7. How they respond to a confession of attraction:

If she feels the same way, Yvonne will plant an ardent kiss on their lips, her purple eyes sparkling with mischief and joy. If she has not given the person her favor yet, she will do so now.

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Evacuate the dance floor! Stand back everyone, these two are ready to tear up the ballroom. 

Here is a ship that is near and dear to my heart: @rayeliann’s Mors Hawke and my Yvonne of Corval. I commissioned @rayeliann for these two because I swear I will go down with this ship with a maniacal grin on my face. I lost track how many times I’ve gone back to stare at this lovely piece of art because seriously, it’s gorgeous. The colors are so rich and vivid, blended together while showing off some great shading techniques. I always love the style and my God I cannot get over how wonderful Yvonne’s dress design is--the little pattern on the dress nearly made my eyes bulge out in surprise. Thank you again for drawing these two for me, rayeliann! Especially since I don’t really have a face claim for Yvonne just yet. XD

P.S. If these two had kids, holy crap I think they’d be unstoppable.

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OC: Yasmin Al Nasir

For VN: Seven Kingdoms: The Princess Problem by @azalynestudios

((Commissioned from Raine on deviantart.))

Name: Yasmin Al Nasir

Age: 23

Nation: Corval

Family: Lady Zahra Al Nasir nee Al Munir (Mother), Captain [of the Palace Guard, former] Rahim Al Nasir (Father, Deceased)

Uzair Al Munir (Maternal Uncle and Zahra’s older twin brother), Jinan Al Kazem (Maternal Aunt, and Zahra’s younger sister), Nadia Al Munir (Maternal Aunt, and Zahra’s youngest sister), Salah Al Munir (Uzair’s eldest child and older twin son), Salma Al Munir (Uzair’s younger twin daughter), Zayna Al Munir (Uzair’s youngest child and daughter), Rayyan Al Kazem (Jinan’s child)

Rashid Al Nasir (Paternal Uncle and Rahim’s older brother), Raisa Al Omar (Paternal Aunt, and Rahim’s younger sister), Rasim Al Nasir (Rashid’s eldest son), Rajab Al Nasir (Rashid’s youngest son), Rana Al Omar (Raisa’s daughter)

Jasper (Future Husband), Aster Azhar Al Nasir (Her future older twin son with Jasper), Lily Lamia Al Nasir (Her future younger twin daughter with Jasper)

People of Interest: Empress Masuma of Corval, Emperor Asad of Corval, Imperial Crown Prince Aamir, Imperial Prince Bashir (Second Prince), Imperial Princess Sara (First Princess), Imperial Princess Safiya (Second Princess, and one of Yasmin’s close friends), Princess Constance (another of Yasmin's close friends), Saeed Naaji, Noble Amal Al Sayyar, Faysal Al Munir

Nicknames: Little Love/Habibti (Her Mother), Yas (pronounced similarly to jazz; used by Ana and Kade), Glitter (Hamin), Star (Zarad), Nightingale/Dear Nightingale (Amal), The Songbird of Corval (the people of Corval at large, Crown Prince Aamir) My Heart, Love/My Love, Dearest/My Dearest Love (Jasper) 

Sexuality: Heteroromantic Asexual

Public Ambition: Katyia’s Legacy

Private Ambition: Katyia’s Legacy

Path: Observation

Love Interest: Jasper

Important Relations:

Prince Zarad - Someone she’s long been curious of, and realizes quickly that interest is reciprocated. Immensely grateful for his help, even while she maintains that he’s ridiculous (affectionate). They have great fun when they’re together. A great friend and ally.

Hamin - She finds him to be a very refreshing personality, not being used to this kind of innocent mischeviousness or devil-may-care attitude.

Duke Lyon - Also finds Lyon to be a very refreshing personality because of his blunt and honest nature. He always says what he means - there is no second guessing his intentions, no innuendo or double meanings. It sets her off kilter at first before she adjusts to him, but not in a bad way. She admires his integrity and his insatiable need for learning, and how it fuels his belief that things can always be better. Secretly harbours a desire to brush his hair. (Alas for her, that’s a privilege reserved only for Grace.) A great friend.

Earl Emmett - Privately thinks he’s adorable. And little brother material, though never treats him that way because she can see that he has at least a small crush on her. At least while they’re at the summit together though he gets over it. (Yay Jienne, she’s much better for him anyway!) She loves hearing stories about his travels, because as much as she says that the ladies of the Inner Court aren’t actually locked in…she’s never been outside of Corval until The Summit. A good friend.

Lord Clarmont - Here we go again, at least, if Jasper’s romance route didn’t exist. Though even if it didn’t, I’d probably write fic to make one and still have him be Yasmin’s canon romance anyway. It seems she has a soft spot for charming rebels. They get on very well and she wishes him all the happiness he deserves and more. A great friend.

Prince Jarrod - Honestly wants to strangle him at least 80% of the time because of his horrible personality. She does a remarkable job at hiding it though, especially at the Matchmaker’s Breakfast when he pretty much said that she’s so beautiful it’s indecent. Less wants to be friends with him, and more just wants to not be enemies, which she succeeds at.

Prince Lisle - Ready to fight him for joint custody of Penelope (and is only mostly joking.) She also respects him immensely for his resolve to put aside any desire he might have for a secret relationship, and for also not putting the burden of an heir on Penelope’s shoulders. Neither decision is one that Yasmin would be sure to make, were she in his position. A good friend.

Princess Anaele - Only the most dense could miss her instant infatuation, but it will not be used maliciously. A good friend.

Princess Penelope - Must Protect at ALL COSTS!!! Too good and kind for what most people deserve, but exactly what the world needs. Looks on her like a younger sister. A great friend.

Princess Cordelia - Easy to read, in need of at least one true friend that she can let her hair down with. A great friend.

Lady Avalie - An adept player, and the sort of lady that may on the surface seem common back in The Inner Court. In fact, she is more. And is kinder than she gives herself credit for. (If nudged in the right direction with sufficient cause and nurturing.) A great friend and ally.

Ria - Another sweetheart she must protect at all costs - too good for this world, too pure. She is stronger than she gives herself credit for, and will be able to handle herself with nurturing. A great friend.

Sayra - Game Recognizes Game. The game says it best, whoever matches servants to delegates truly does an interesting job. They are both very gallant, and grow into an excellent friend for the other. Yasmin is curious about her from the start.

Jasper - Her mysterious, capable, dashing, and gorgeous butler…at least that's all it is at first. Yasmin never thought she could fall in love again, and yet, it is in him that she finds her true soulmate.

Kade - I won’t know for sure until his route comes out, but for now I feel like by the end of the summit Kade will respect and loathe Yasmin in equal measure. Is he the one who lets the Evil Weaver Assassin onto the Isle to kill her? I also get the strong feeling that he’s a Weaver himself - his “twisted loyalties” as Jasper puts it. I also have a headcanon that he watches Jasper and Yasmin’s wedding from afar out of an extremely rare bout of nostalgia for his past friendship with Jasper. As the years go by, and the more she helps maintain peace between the seven kingdoms, will those feelings change?

Skills (will update once the final routes and backgrounds come out and I get those bonuses): 70 Charm, 110 Eloquence, 75 Beauty, 60 Leadership, 35 Self Defense, 85 Charisma, 110 Manipulation, 70 Courage, 90 Intelligence, 75 Etiquette, 80 Grace, 90 Poise, 25 Cunning, 105 Insight

Knowledge (will update once the final routes and backgrounds come out and I get those bonuses): 65 History, 100 Politics, 15 Street Smarts, 10 Warfare, 30 Practical, 25 Academic, 100 People, 30 Flora & Fauna, 65 Secrets

Personality: Confident (Neither Arrogant, nor Humble), Noble, Subtle, Imaginative, Social, Autonomous, Compassionate, Emotional, Romantic, Ambitious, Innovative, Methodical, and Ethical

Notable Deeds and Key Decisions: Yasmin, even before the Summit, has garnered a reputation as a creative hostess; a patroness of the arts; and as a stalwart advocate for the commonfolk.

She successfully befriended Princess Constance after she arrived in Corval to wed Prince Aamir, and was (mostly) able to keep her safe.

Two years before the start of her summit she sang an aria from a well known opera that was a plea from the heroine on behalf of her beloved to spare him from death; and convince the king and court of his innocence - on behalf of her own beloved to stall for time in an attempt to save them from execution. She earned the nickname ‘The Songbird of Corval’ for her beautiful and heartbreaking rendition, as well as being fairly well known for her voice beforehand.

To win her spot on Corval’s Delegation despite the scandal from two years earlier, Yasmin invented the wrist watch (with the expertise of a notable clockmaker) OR the typewriter with the help of a mechanical engineer with plenty of experience building printing presses and parts. Either way, she started the process three years before her summit.

She hosted a masterful musicale during the first week of the summit, and was able to successfully secure Duke Lyon’s attendance.

Her self-introduction was perfect.

Yasmin was saved from dying during the group ride by Prince Zarad and Prince Hamin in the second week.

Her team won the boat race across the lake because she successfully recruited Prince Hamin, Duke Lyon, Princess Penelope, and Princess Cordelia.

During her second interview, Yasmin was able to greatly impress the Matchmaker and got her to voluntarily admit that she was wrong with her first assessment.

She hosted a perfect midnight picnic during the third week of the summit, and was able to successfully secure Duke Lyon and Princess Cordelia’s attendance.

By the end of her third interview with the Matchmaker, Yasmin found out that she was able to win the affections of eight people (Emmett, Ana, Hamin, Zarad, Clarmont, Lyon, Ria and Jarrod [though the word “affections” is loosely meant with him]); and arouse the interest of a ninth (Jasper).

At the end of the fourth week, Yasmin won Imogen a perfect acquittal from the jury by conducting a successful investigation (with the help of Jasper, Kade, Prince Zarad and Duke Lyon.)

By the end of her fifth week on the Isle, Yasmin saved herself from the second attempt on her life with her strong insight and intuition; she also participated in a successful (for how impromptu it was) performance of the play Charades acting as the sweet, romantic Serah. (Not a perfect performance, however, because she doesn’t have a romantic relationship with Clarmont, or a friendly relationship with Gisette. But as good as it can be without.)

As the sixth week of the summit progressed, Lady Yasmin was saved from the third and final assassination attempt by Lady Avalie, Princess Anaele, Princess Penelope, and Princess Cordelia. She also successfully planned and hosted a perfect ball; became the belle of it; and worked to persuade all seven ambassadors, the delegates, and chaperones alike to work towards peace. Yasmin shared the final dance with Jasper underneath the stars.

On the eve of the final day of negotiations, Jasper finally confessed his feelings to Yasmin properly, and asked her to stay on the Isle to be with him forever - which she happily accepted.

As a result of the negotiations that took place in the final week of the summit, Lady Yasmin was able to accomplish what no one had since Katyia - secure a lasting, Legendary Peace for all seven nations.

After The Summit ended, Ria left with Yasmin to visit Corval after agreeing to become her Lady’s Maid, in order to maintain their friendship permanently. Lady Yasmin returned home to unnuanced, undisguised, and unmitigated praise and gratitude from the entirety of the court for the first time in her life, and the first of anyone in recent memory. Shortly after her return, it was announced to all that (former) Crown Prince Aamir had died of a mysterious illness; and she realized that whether through her own efforts or someone else’s, Aamir had become no one’s problem anymore. She and her mother were finally safe from him, Amal was finally avenged, Princess Constance was finally freed from her abusive marriage, and most importantly - Corval and the rest of the world were saved from a bloodthirsty tyrant. After spending quality time with her mother, extended family, court supporters, and friends from all walks of life; Yasmin attended the weddings of four of her friends - that of Prince Zarad and Lady Avalie, and Prince Lisle and Princess Cordelia. After that, she and Ria sailed to the capital of Revaire to attend Sayra’s coronation. Following the coronation, the two briefly returned to Corval to meet with Lady Zahra; and finally take a ship sent from Vail Isle so Yasmin could reunite with and marry Jasper, and begin their new life together just as she promised.

Trivia:

Yasmin is my main/canon MC. 

I was first introduced to the public demo two years after the kickstarter ended so there were things that I wasn’t sure about - namely, if Jasper was getting a romance route for sure. So, if he wasn’t, then I was going to put Yasmin on Clarmont’s route instead.

All of my other MCs (so far) also exist in Yasmin’s universe, though in a lesser capacity (obviously) - but they still all meet and get together with their love interests. Just, after The Summit ends. (Princess Grace x Lyon, Pirate Esmeralda x Zarad, Widow Vanessa? [I go back and forth on her name all the time, hence the question mark.] x Clarmont, Scholar Jienne x Emmett, and Countess Annabelle x Hamin.)

People of Interest, and why they’re interesting (that’s not immediately obvious.); Imperial Princess Sara (First Princess) - she attended the previous Summit along with her eldest brother and Princess Constance, but Sara married into a ducal house in Revaire as a means to spy on the New Royals for her family. 

Imperial Princess Safiya (Second Princess) is very close to Yasmin in age (I’m not sure if they’re exactly the same age yet, or if they were born within a year or two of each other.) and is one of Yasmin’s closest friends. 

Saeed Naaji - was one of Yasmin’s close childhood friends, and was a servant exiled from Corval (saved from execution by Zahra) for picking a flower from the Empress’s private garden to give to Yasmin At The Wrong Time (The Emperor was courting Sina’s mother. Or they were having their first child together, I need to work on my timeline more.) Luckily he ends up on a ship to Vail Isle, though they only reunite after the summit. They become good friends again, and Yasmin matchmakes him and Ria.) 

Noble Amal Al Sayyar - they were Yasmin’s previous fiancé who was executed for treason/being involved in an anti-imperial faction that want to assassinate Aamir, and the reason she earned the nickname ‘The Songbird of Corval’. (Because she sang before the court to buy time for last minute critical evidence to prove their innocence to be delivered, before the verdict went through.)

Faysal Al Munir - one of Yasmin’s maternal ancestors, a prince of Old Corval before it became part of the Revairian Empire, and then the current Empire of Corval. He is a notable figure in mostly lost history, mostly a folk hero now, and is also arguably the most important figure in her family tree. His story helps her to figure out who the natives of the Isle are. AKA my headcanon that may end up not being correct.

Aster Azhar and Lily Lamia are both named for the Stardust Lilies. They use the names Aster and Lily on the isle, and the names Azhar and Lamia outside of it. (Yes they go to Corval with Yasmin to visit their Grandma. Also when she talks about them in letters to people.)

Aster and Lily inherit one of Jasper’s responsibilities each once they’re old enough and Jasper can step down. One as Leader and Servant, and the other as Historian and Servant (and are able to help each other lessen the burdens Jasper carries on his own as an only child with presumably no cousin or any other family.) I’m not sure who ends up as what, though I’m leaning towards Lily as the next leader, and Aster becoming a Historian.

Yasmin starts The Summit being 22 years old, and her birthday ends up being Fireday of Week Three though no one save Zarad and Jasper knows this until a while after The Summit ends.

As a result of Jasper and Yasmin’s Wedding Ceremony that’s most likely at least partly magical, Yasmin lives to the very old age of 107 and in great health.

I’ll add more facts that aren’t spoilers to the fic I’m going to write as I think of them.

[anisedreams]

So I've been struck by the fanfic muse for 7kpp

And now I need to add in references!

So, it's set post-Summit in Revaire, in a world where Corval Lady wins at everything but one tiny thing.

There's a coronation dress, worn by someone who is NOT her:

Gisette is dressed up for said coronation, but she's not happy:

Bonus: I think I'll have court lady wear this (rather than option 2, because that would seem like showing up Gisette too much):

[awaylaughing]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Day 1 - Rise for @fyeah7kpp ft. my Corval Ladie’s father, Judicael.

“Did that go well, mother?” he asked. It had seemed so to him, but mother did not seem happy. When she looked down at him, her lips were pressed in a thin line – and then sighed, and slowed her gait.

“It went as well as it could have,” mother said.

“Then why are you mad?” Judicaël asked, since there was no one around, he probably did not have to practice disassembling right this moment. Though, if you asked aunt Aglaé, he would never have enough practice in that particular skill.

no warnings apply yet - will always tell you if there is one though!