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[thronedhcrts]

saersha found herself withdrawing further away from the crowds. she had been hesitant to come to portugal, afraid of the danger that was still inevitably lurking around even if a ceasefire had been called. yet she was convinced to view it as an adventure, an opportunity to meet old friends and new ones, and with that she sailed with the rest of her family to the foreign land. she had to admit that the way the sun danced on her skin was simply soothing, the warmth a blessing that brought a smile to her lips. and whilst the company of others in the gardens was enjoyable, her attention had been grabbed by the rose bushes a few yards away from the main activity. 

her fingers brushed against the red petals, carefully avoiding the thorns that threatened to prick at a slip of the hand. she had always been fascinated by the simplest of things, and she found her senses to be delighted when observing nature in its glory. the stillness around her, with the sound of chattering far off in the distance, was all too peaceful. she had been lost in her own world, like she had a tendency to, not realizing that someone was approaching her until they were right behind her. “i find roses to be fascinating. the way something so beautiful can have thorns, ready to hurt anyone that attempts to destroy nature’s beauty. it’s all lovely, isn’t it?”

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[ayescots]

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"What the hell is going on here?"

Henry Stuart, King of Scots, finally arrives in Greece only to find it in chaos.  He barely makes it to the outside courtyard of the palace before he’s rudely stopped by a small regiment of guards, who usher him, and any other poor bastard unfortunate enough to be in their way, away from what seems to be a growing scene of panic and confusion.  No one knows what’s going on for certain, but whispers start to rise over the din of the crowd: It’s a murder.  Than it’s not.  A theft.  But no.  It's hard to tell anything when the hysterical palace staff can't keep their stories straight. Henry doesn’t have time for this.  Tried from the road, and suddenly apprehensive to see his family, He pushes his way past the crowd and ducks behind a pillar to enter the actual palace grounds...

...only to slam into the unexpected person lingering on the other side.

"Ey!"

[lludovicas]

            Her neck rested uncomfortably against the hallway wall as she stood leaning against it. Bored eyes surveying those who passed by, desperately wishing for something slightly interesting to pull her out of the almost sedated state of disinterest. It was probably odd for those walking past. Hallways normally lack stationary people, its purpose dictates movement to ensure there isn’t any delay. So her placement, although odd, was carefully picked. She knew this place was filled with interesting people, and what better place to observe them than in an position where they are simply travelling from point A to point B. 

She had been standing in the one spot, alone, for about twenty-five minutes. Which was about twenty-four minutes too long to not be deemed as suspect. In a swift and honestly smooth movement, she pushed off the wall, hips moving first in a kind of body roll. Her head falling backwards in the movement. The whole thing was a dramatized rendition of an action that is very simple. And in the process she did not time her movement into the empty space between the moving people well, so her first step off the wall resulted in an accidental kick of the toe of her heeled shoe into the foot of another. She gripped onto the arm of victim of the poorly timed movement to steady herself. A muttered apology quietly escaping her lips as she awaited the either polite or cold response that was coming her way.

[justburdened]

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It's not often Héctor is caught staring, but with his mind on whatever had set Isabel off that morning, he hadn't realized his gaze had fixed on the person unlucky enough to be standing besides him.  He quickly glances back to the festival booth before them-- one of jewelry gathered undoubtedly all up and down the silk road -- before he sighs.  It's probably best to address his faux pas head on.

"Ah.  Excuse my rudeness," he says.  "I seem to be lost in my own head today."

[silverxvein]

Arm crossed neatly behind his back, Eric strolls through the halls, determined purpose evident in the set of his shoulders, the confident upturn of his chin. His clothes are neat, his hair well-groomed. To onlookers, he would appear the perfect gentleman. Only those who knew him best knew what lay beneath the surface - a man who would do anything to hold on to the power he had managed to amass. 

He rounded the corner into the library, eyes settling on the object he coveted. It was an ornament, heavy, made of gold. He was intending on taking it earlier, but had been prevented by the presence of others. To his dismay, the library was not as empty as he thought. Stifling his disappointment, he offered his most charming smile, bowing his head slightly by way of greeting. 

“Do you have any recommendations, may I ask? I am in need of something new to dive into.” 

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[silverxvein]

Syed traversed the same path he had been walking every day since his arrival in Greece. His path to freedom, or so he hoped. His plans weren’t quite ready to be put in motion yet - but they soon would be. He would be a free man, even if that meant never returning to his homeland again. 

One. Two. Three. Four. Left turn. 

A twig cracked under his feet, and Syed swore. He needed to be able to do this perfectly silently, leaving no trace he had ever been here at all, even if it happened entirely in the dark. But he had never been light of foot, nor quick on them. 

Another twig cracked behind him, and Syed turned, trying not to appear as guilty as he felt. “We’re a long way from the castle,” he remarked, miraculously managing to keep his voice even. “I could never walk so far at home in India. The sand gets everywhere,” he chuckled, raising a hand to smooth his beard. 

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[goldcncrowns]

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Out of all places in the greek palace, Sian had taken a special liking to the gardens. They were very different from the ones in Wales, full of flowers suited for the warmer climate and with many plants she had only seen in botany books. Her quiet stroll and admiring of the blooms was paused when she heard steps behind her. “Stunning place, is it not?” she said after turning around, “One can only wish to have the beauty of flowers”

[mistressyu]

                        “Look what I’ve got,” The raven said giddily as she smiled and emptied her bag onto the table in front of them. As she did so, a myriad of items had dropped from her said bag. It was a variety of things, from hair brushes, necklaces, hair ornaments, and other such thingamabobs that were utterly un-princess like.

“Aren’t they amazing?” Cherié mentions dreamily, obviously pleased with her new collection as she eyes them enthusiastically. “I don’t know how I’ll hide them all when I go back to China,” She explains as one hand carefully picks up a rasp she bought from the village. “Look at this! The vendor told me this is called a rasp, it’s apparently used for shoemaking.” She holds the item up in pride, obviously proud of the new found knowledge.

“You should come with me to the village next time, I want to go exploring again,” She offers as her attention comes back to her collection. Ever since she had come to Greece, Cherié's hoarding habit had become worse. It would’ve been fine if it were jewelery and such that she collected, but the princess had other interests in mind.