#gphq.event01

[hergrvce]

─── ⊱ ⋆ ✧ SKY BLUE GOWN LACED IN CREAM AND GOLD brushed the polished floors as her green gaze searched as nonchalantly as she could for thomas. the coordinating mask had thankfully concealed some of her anticipation and excitement in finding him, but that bright smile was as clear as day the second she found thomas from across the ballroom. anneliese could recognize those bright eyes and rose lips anywhere. though this event was to be utilized for alliance purposes, the princess moved quickly to her tutor. did it seem as if they came together? possibly. their outfits certainly pointed to that conclusion. but anneliese hoped that them coming apart would relieve that assumption. the point of a masked ball was to conceal an identity -- perhaps they could be more bold in their relationship here. ❝ you are as stunning as ever, tom, ❞ anneliese spoke just loud enough for only him to hear. 

@ofscholars

[dukeofkentverdigris]

open starter.

He’d decided to escape early. Parties were not enjoyable. People were not enjoyable. Dancing barely was. Drinking, well, yes, he supposed. Combine all of these things together however and it was a recipe for a Place He Did Not Want To Be. 

So he’d found the coves. Empty. Secluded. Silent. 

Stripping down to his underclothes, leaving every other piece haphazardly piled in the sand, Vindcent delighted in entering the water, basking in the quiet.

Until. 

He. 

Heard. 

Footfalls.

Groaning, he turned towards the beach, scowling. “Whatever drunken revelry you deign to partake in, go do it elsewhere, if you please.”

[brygidaxbandura]

Wrinkling her nose as she stepped onto the edge of the garden, Brygida brandished a small sweep of her arm, protesting, “As I said, I did not rob all the flowers. Now, take back what you said or I shall be very cross.” 

The faux-pout she gave lost out to a teasing smile. 

[ofhcnor-blog]

LOCATION: GRAND BALLROOM

tatiana was no stranger to the pomp and circumstance of a ball. the extravagant dresses, the glimmering jewels, the sickly rich foods, and the overflowing wine were too familiar to the youngest grand duchess. she had commissioned a dress to be made of red russian silk in the latest parisian fashions — a style so out of character, no one would suspect it was her. a kokoshnik tiara lined with rubies and diamonds and pearls sat upon a head of long brunette hair, a choice so scandalous she’s sure that her mother would send a letter once she got word of it. but no worries, tatiana shall return to her veils and headscarves come morning. pearls wrapped around her neck so tightly and so abundantly that it almost choked her. never one to wear makeup, she donned rouge on her lips — she had her ladies help her put it on.

but the focus point of every masquerade is the mask. her porcelain one, with a crackled finish, ironically covered up every part of her face but her scar. if anything, it was almost as if a spotlight was shining on the darkened curve the connected her eyebrow and her lip. she thought it would be amusing.

nursing a glass of wine, she stood on the sidelines of the dancefloor, watching the flurry of fabrics. she hummed along and swayed to the music. “i think i would like to dance,” she muttered, her desire barely hummed — easily retractable. “but i have not danced in so long that i fear that i would merely look like a fool.”

[ofscholars]

𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒! 𝓅𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒

eye of gold, thigh of blue, true is false, who is who?

[brygidaxbandura]

beachside access

@henryofcambridge

Hours had passed, though she wasn’t  sure how many. Enough, that when she looked down at herself, all of the actual flowers on her dress had been woefully abused, looking quite sad from the careless treatment they’d received.

She’d come down to the beach for some fresh, cool air, and found it so enthralling, she’d taken off hers shoes and stockings. They sat, somewhere, along this stretch but as she wandered, she could not find them. Crushing a rose in her hand, Brygida held it up to the winds, hoping the petals would scatter romantically, but they did not go very far at all. Dropping the mangled flower, her chin lifted. 

Oh! 

“Hello! You! Yes! Have you seen my shoes?”

[vppsala]

✩   ⊱   EMMELINE KIRSTEN AHLSTRÖM   ⊰ MASQUERADE

[ofhcnor-blog]

her imperial and royal highness, GRAND DUCHESS TATIANA NIKOLAEVNA ROMANOV OF RUSSIA at the masquerade ball.