#crowns.event5

[ofaphrcditearchive]

If it had been any other moron’s coronation, Anastasia would gladly have stayed in her chambers and passed. ( she’d loved a party before, but now they only made her anxious, and she could hardly enjoy it when her bump meant all her dresses looked ridiculous ) Her husband had left urgently to deal with matters back home, and left his pregnant wife all alone to fend off demanding nobles and advisers alike, and her usually thin patience was wavering considerably. But it was for Victor, so she’d suffer for as long as was polite before making her excuses. Luckily ( or quite unluckily depending on how you looked at it, Ana certainly didn’t feel fortunate for her secret to be out so publicly ), it was quite obvious she was with child now, despite never announcing it, so feigning tiredness would be fair enough. 

“The last coronation I attended was my own I believe...” The blonde Queen murmured, glass of water disguising her frown for a moment as she sipped. “How long do they last now?”

[rebclheartsarchive]

He’s lost track of how many goblets of wine he’s taken from servers, but it was enough for him to know that he was well and truly quite drunk. There’s a buzzing within him that certainly wasn’t there before he started drinking, and the formerly fake smile that he’d had to force whenever he spoke with anyone was now genuine and split wide with mirth. He may not particularly want to be here and he sees no reason for him to be celebrating, but at least the alcohol had gotten him to relax a little bit, loosen up and let his guard down while he tries to expel all thoughts of the Prussians. “It may just be me, but I am certain the wine is better tonight than it usually is.”

[xsvngbird]

Coronations usually brought an air of excitement and weariness among all who are P R E S E N T during the event. The Swedish princess didn’t mind the gatherings, but her mind meandered from this reality, lips downcast into a P E R T U R B E D pout. Her elder brother had fallen ill  A N D it took a lot for her to leave, but he didn’t give her much of a choice and had her sent away.

It will benefit you.

Those words echoed with an C LA N D E S T I N E design that didn’t go unnoticed by the speculative princess. Once her siblings discovered how and W H O she has been spending her time with -- the air would become insufferably tense -- more so than normal whenever she would walk into a room. And yet, among crowds of people, she looked for H I M, but what were the chances of him being there? At the coronation for soon-to-be crowned Prussian monarch?

A step back and she found herself gasping with surprise as there was an unexpected impact. “förlåta! Jag är ledsen!” Swedish flew from her mouth in a rush, cheeks aflame with embarrassment due to her far-off demeanor. 

[pandaemoniusarchive-blog]

Anton had been to enough coronations in his time: he couldn’t remember them, which was an entirely different conversation altogether, but he’d been to enough to know what to expect. There was wine and music, someone always ended up with a crown and he always ended up wearing shoes that were just a little too small to stand around in. Coronations were all the same. Except this time, it was Victor’s turn - and as much as he loved to quip at his cousin, Anton wanted nothing but the best for him. 

Downing the rest of his wine, he handed his empty glass to a nearby man he faintly recognised, smiling dazzlingly at the stranger even as he stole his drink. Catching sight of someone else though, Anton walked across the hall - voice calling out before his feet could carry him there.

“Now, don’t you look absolutely fantastic.”

[rebclheartsarchive]

Settled comfortably in an armchair, a goblet of wine held loosely in on hand although she’d barely drank more than a few sips, Violeta’s eyes scanned over the people in the crowd. It was telling, the people who showed up today and who didn’t, and she was very interested in who was in the room today. She wondered which of them were still haunted by the attacks that happened in this room at the last party, which of them were just here to portray a show of strength. “It is always interesting when a new ruler comes into their throne.” She comments, eyes still trained on the people twirling around the dance floor, others talking while she observed.

[kleinekaroline-blog]

The last time there was a grand event, Karoline had been one of the lace-trimmed, jewel-encrusted party-goers. And how well had that night gone? She couldn’t help wondering if her being in her usual place--wearing a linen dress (her nicest) and serving drinks rather than imbibing--would lean the results of the night in favor of festivity and peace. And so she carried out a tray of drinks without complaining, though she did pause at the table, setting the tray down and closing her eyes with a sigh. This was a mistake. Someone walked behind her, brushing against her in the crowded room, and she stumbled forward into the table in surprise, opening her eyes in time to see several glasses falling off towards silk gowns.