#fidemstart

[resilientwill]

    –  ❝It appears I have come at a BAD time        no?❞

[namelcss]

     SETTLING   down onto a plump couch with a huff, daniel spread out, letting his legs and arms splay how they were comfortable. he seemed to take no notice of the person closeby.  “ i swear, all th’way here, hearin’ people mumble ‘bout heresy this, debauchery that. was ALREADY impatient for arrival. no need to sweeten the deal wi' debauchery. “

     DANNY   ran a rough hand through black, tousled locks, light hazel eyes opening again to stare at the grandiose ceiling above him. he huffed again, and then let his hand thump back down, closing his eyes.  “ debauchery and heresy. how positively entertaining. “

[ofmaja]

          she looked like an ANGEL  in her powder pinks dress, with pearls wrapped around her neck and not a hair out of place. she walked through the corridor with GRACE  worthy of a queen. and then she felt someone’s fingers wrap tightly around her wrist and she was pushed against a wall. maja listened to the man speak, eyes growing wider with every word that left his mouth.

          “  i apologize, my lord, but i am afraid i have no clue what you’re speaking of. i did not steal from you last night. ”  her voice was not much louder than a whisper and she looked around the corridor, a pleading look in her eyes. “ i would APPRECIATE it if you’d let go of me. ”

[philipscots-blog]

Entirely grumpy from his lengthy return to Rome, Philip longed to be alone. So, he dismissed his servants and retreated into the woods near the Papal Palace. Now he stood before a tree which had a large white circle painted in the center-a target. Raising his bow, the King stiffened as he heard someone approaching, “Must there be someone everywhere I go” he murmured grumpily before letting his arrow fly, hitting the target in the center.

[matteosforza-blog]

The Vatican truly was a sight to see. One that Matteo had seen too often, that is. It was busy at the best of times, and the influx of people from all over to celebrate the ascension of the new Pope only served to worsen the problem. It wouldn’t have been so bad, had he nothing else to do but celebrate. Even the thought of the effort he would have to put in to find himself in the favour of others made him feel tired.

“Another leader of the Papal States that we all will now need to fawn over and align ourselves with. Delightful, isn’t it?”

[resilientwill]

        –   As his company speaks, Calvino’s head can only tilt backwards - brows drawn together in a SUBTLE evince of perplexity. ❝Paenitet me. I only caught the latter half of your remark - but perhaps it is in my best interest not to solicit a REPETITION. Is there no decent wine to be had in this Palace?❞

[matteosforza-blog]

”While we may all celebrate the new Pope, I certainly do pity Pope Innocent. I thought he had a good few years left in him yet. Poor man.”

[queenamello-blog]

    Riding her horse, Majesty, was sometimes the only thing that could clear Clara’s mind.  It was especially nice because she could wear clothes that were not heavy and elaborate gowns but soft and simple dresses.  No one stared, no one bowed as she passed, and for a moment she could escape being Queen Clara of Sicily.  Instead, she was just Clara from Noto.

    As she brushed the dirt off her dress and scuffed her boots around to loosen any mud, she bumped directly into someone.  “Oh!” she said in surprise.  “I am so terribly sorry.  I must stop looking down when I walk.  Have I hurt you?”