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[brassandblue]

👀 Mary Woodhull

(Send “👀” to find my muse wearing nothing but an oversized shirt.)

The door opened and Ben, only just out of bed, nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Mrs. Woodhull- !”

Though the shirt was oversized, Ben still tried to cover himself with his hands.

[vielegesichterr-blog]

@femmesofhistory

           Richard was less than pleased as he strode into the dining room. He had his wife and daughters not too far away from him. They all looked rather cautious as they found a seat. Richard narrowed his eyes when he saw Elizabeth sat there but Edward was not to be seen. Richard gave his wife a comforting smile and then walked over to Elizabeth. An impassive expression was fixed on his face, He would not allow his emotions to get the better of him. He took a deep breath and let his gaze rest on the queen. “Where is Edward? I need to see him. It’s rather important,” Richard asked his tone was polite though it was only just. He didn’ want to cause a scene right now. 

[aelfred]

Tanya, I was such a fan way before we followed each other. Specifically way before I created my Louis/Athenais. I love your Louis portrayal and Alfred!!! <3

Thank you so much <3  I know I’ve been slower on Louis of late, but I love yours too and I appreciate this!

[brassandblue]

+ 👀 Mary Woodhull

Ben had so many regrets when he realized, the moment the door opened and he was through it, that it was not the door to the washroom but the door to the room of the wife of one of his best friends. 

He was halfway across the threshold and it was too late to stop the disaster from unfolding. Poor Mrs. Woodhull, clad in a shirt–or a shift?–his eyes dare not longer long enough for him to tell. He immediately averted his eyes.

“Mrs. Woodhull, I’m so sorry! I apologize, I didn’t realize–”

And he shut the door with himself back in the hall, to prevent further embarrassment.

[aelfred]

“You look really pale.” - Judith

Alfred sighed, as his mother spoke.  He took a deep breath, glancing up at her. “Well, I don’t know about you, but the whole idea that people are trying to overthrow me, kill me, while not remotely listening to me, can have an effect on a King.”  He was still annoyed that she had told him to start acting like a King a while back. That’s what he’d done, since she’d insisted he be a King.

“But don’t worry, Mother. I am sure that even if my sickness comes up, you can still push marrying me off, even if I’m unconscious.” 

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[medicipride]

“ you didn’t outgrow your misery, you grew into it ” - Lucrezia Borgia

    “The only misery I know of, Madonna, is that which my father drowned in.” Piero de’ Medici had drowned in both the physical and metaphorical definitions when she was still a child. Her uncle’s ascension to the papacy had ensured that his children, Clarice and her elder brother, would not drown with him. “It is not my own.”

[yesanthonywoodville]

“I wish it could always be like this.” - Elizabeth

Anthony looked around them. All he could see was their family having fun and enjoying themselves. His hand gently held his beloved sister’s. “I know, I wish and pray that it could be too.”

[weareallmusinghere-blog]

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“Exactly how much of that conversation did you hear?”

He raised a questioning eyebrow, but his tone was that of pure curiosity, not angry.