#glassfm

[briarrosedahl]

FINALLY, THE DAY came. Everything seemed like it was a dream. It's so surreal. Part of her was expecting this day to come, she was happy before. Not that she isn't right now. Marrying a stranger, she always knew it was all business, and she never loved anyone in her life to make things simple. At the least, her future husband-to-be wasn't a moron which she feels very lucky. The Italian blonde was a bit agoraphobic. God knows how much is harder for her to deal with certain things, especially being a royal. Perhaps, it was blamed on how she was treated in an overprotective bubble at home, she literally talked to the staff at the castle and or her family. Any party was kind of a nightmare to her, despite loving to dance.

She isn't used to getting drunk, but tonight she needed this little boost to deal with it. She put the chalice on the table, resting a hand on her stomach, feeling unwell... This corset was so tighter, that would be easy to 'burp', and the other hand on the column, holding her own weight, looking at the ground, counting from one to ten mentally to calm down. She sighs deeply and took a good glance around the room until she finally sees her fiancé. ❛ Hi, you look great. ❜ She says softly, feeling a bit hot, cheeks blushing.

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[briarrosedahl]

MARTINA WAS wandering once more on the gardens. She was tired of being cooped up in her own bedroom. She was exhausted on this monotonous routine. She avoids the barns, mostly because she isn't fond of horses, they scare the shit out of her. This time, she didn't bring a book with her. In her experience the time she tried to be alone in this place, people always shows up. Despite being so cold, she wouldn't mind being outside.

This is when she found a familiar figure. Her betrothed. As being extremely timid with people that aren't her siblings, she was trying to be nice and gentle with him. After all is her job, right?! Luckily for her, she didn't find effort to try to be nice to people because she already is. ❛ Hello... ❜ She says softly, getting closer him, as her cheeks automatically blushed due to the interaction. ❛ If you want to be alone, I can leave and totally, understand. ❜ She warns him, the last thing she wanted was to him feel rather uncomfortable with her.

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[ofdynasts]

Closed starter for @glassfm​

There weren't many Dowager Queens in attendance at Switzerland, and unless Renaud was mistaken (he wasn't), the number of them was exactly two. Looking at either was enough to prompt questions about immortality, about how it felt to not only lose one's husband, but to know your child wouldn't be the next king, that you failed to preserve their legacy and it was given to another.

Not that Renaud would know, as he was the back-up heir and he already had children to take the throne, but it was an interesting thought and one that led Renaud to remember to have more care than usual as he approached the dowager queen. "I must admit, it's good to see you here. I was uncertain if you would feel up for joining us."

[royalrites]

desta / @glassfm:

What must it be like, to be a Queen dowager of a country? Did she miss ruling, or miss her husband more? As she looked at the Dowager Queen of Spain from across the room, Ariana had to wonder such questions. If her husband died while she remained childless, would Italy be in good hands? Would her voice remain heard, or would she be powerless?

It wasn't a topic that Ariana much wanted to dwell on, and yet it lingered in her mind and if she wasn't careful, she would soon be caught staring. In an effort to prevent such a thing, Ariana rose, making her way across the room as if she'd meant to do so the entire time, merely waiting until the right moment. "Your majesty, my sympathies." She murmured graciously. "It was so hard to extend condolences in recent times, I'm glad to make amends now."

[ofkaydens]

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Kayden wasn’t the type to worry about other people. Whatever she did was always in her own best interest. But that didn’t mean that she was invincible. Every so often... guilt found it’s way in. The first time she felt It was when the sisters were nine and Jordy took the blame for a mistake Kayden made. She never said thank you or owned up to kicking that casting director. The next time It happened was when she stole Jordyn’s audition for the Little Mermaid. That was still a big secret that she had no intention of owning up to. And the last time It happened was right now with Matty. Knowing damn well that she hung out with Mikey last night. And knowing damn well that neither boy was over the heartbreak of the other. “So. How you feeling? Lonely? I’m sure you have more people to hang out with than me.”