#holdenvitello

[neilsonrivers-blog]

@holdenvitello

Neilson recognized the man --- that old king who wore the crown they’d ripped from his head. He remembered seeing him in that throne room all those weeks ago, how small he seemed behind the bars in the cell with his queen at his side, a young girl they’d said came from the streets and not an ounce of noble blood in her veins. He wasn’t the King Neilson expected. ( he is good, they told him. but if he was good, why were his people here, away from their homes? )  Tilting his head from where he sat on the edge of the forest they’d settled, Neilson regarded the man quietly, wondering if he could sense some change since they’d last seen each other. Wondered if the man’s heart was filled with hate for what they did. “I reckoned you and I would wind up talking before I went back up North,” he said. “Gotta admit . . . s’a lot easier without you being in those damned cages.”

[neilsonrivers-blog]

👫 from ILLIAS

NEILSON x ILLIAS

1. When Illias was twenty, he saved Neilson while out on a hunt. It was then that Neilson realized how grown his son was, and began entrusting him with more responsibilities when they began to unite the Northerners together.2. Janelle and Neilson were grieving for a lost son when he first saw Illias. Instantly, his grief was soothed, and he knew he would treat this young, lost boy as his. 3. In the rare moments when Neilson did hunt, he would often take Illias, and the two were always likely to fall into long discussions of the world’s workings. They rarely came back with anything. Much of what Neilson knew of the South before came from these talks. 4. While Neilson held no judgements for Illias’s ‘experimental’ time, he always hoped his son would find a mate for life. Now that he’s met Galen and seen the two react, he’s at peace. 

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[thaddeusthornton-blog]

👫 from CASON

THADDEUS x CASON

1. Thaddeus asked Cason to call him by his first name except for cases when they’re in “proper” company. Once, Cason slipped, and Thaddeus thought the would kill the man. 2.  Always one to uphold his end of the bargain ( mostly . . . ), Thaddeus picked Cason up. It was only through sheer pride that he managed, and he’s shaken off any other suggestion to do it again.  3. Thaddeus often seeks Cason out during the night. He still can’t sleep because of his memories, and he’s found the best medicine was laughter and wine. 4. Thaddeus pays Cason extra to bother nobles that annoy him the most. 

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[sharonmikkelson-blog]

👫 from ALYCIA

SHARON x ALYCIA

1. On the first night they spent together and in their quiet interludes, Sharon described all of her favorite cities to Alycia, naming their libraries, their parks, their people, their food, their music --- everything. ( SO many truths. ) 2. Sharon still has no idea Alycia is Alycia Cromwell-Vitello. Yet, she imagines the woman a conqueror all the same.3. Before they met on the docks, Sharon caught a glimpse of the woman during the rebuilding of the Keep, and wondered what made a woman dressed so richly walk among the poor and give so freely. 4. Normally, Sharon would seek to truly know who someone is on the outside and inside; but she feels as if the Alycia she knows is the true Alycia, so she hasn’t bothered asking such shallow questions. 

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[anniepemberley-blog]

"Help me,"

Annie blinked into her dark bedroom. Had she imagined it? The voice belonged to Holden, and her intuition was telling her something was wrong. She lit the oil lamp next to her and shrugged on a thick cloak before wandering into the corridors. She waved her guards to follow before she continued towards Holden’s study.

She tried to walk at a steady pace but it was brisk instead, and she arrived in no time. She knocked on the door cautiously before propping the door open. Once she glanced inside, she gasped before pushing the door completely ajar and rushing towards Holden’s collapsed body. “One of you get our family healer now!” she commanded. “Holden?” She cradled his head and brushed his hair away from his brows. “Holden? Please open your eyes. Please...”

She felt particularly old as she cradled him in her arms. Most of the people she had known and loved were dead or dying. There were only a handful of people who still called her by her childish nickname ( Annie ), and although she had outgrown it long ago, she wished to hear it sometimes. 

“Lady Pemberley...” her guard hesitated. “Shall we move his grace to the chair at least?” He indicated towards the reclining chair on the opposite side of the room, and she nodded.

Her brief moment of worry passed, and now, she was furious. He should have never have been left alone. Where had his guards gone? His servants? She would dismiss them as soon as she could, and she’d care for him with her own hands if she had to.

[galenvance]

"I'm terrified," (from ALYCIA)

“I know.” 

Galen swallowed. He couldn’t reach Alycia, couldn’t pull her into his arms and pet her hair—and he wanted to apologize for the time he’d flinched away from her touch, now that she looked so pale and drawn with those wide eyes staring at him. The closest he could get was reaching his hand out to her, a sigh falling from her lips when her soft palm met his. 

There was more strength in her delicate grip than he’d expected. ( I’m trying. I’m trying. )

“It’ll be alright, Alycia. It will. I… I’m sorry.”

[iapetxs]

"So this is goodbye?"

      “Naw.” The words sounded tired, defeated. Iapetus was hardly surprised, but now wasn’t the time for that---now was a time for planning for the future, for rising above. He knew Holden was capable of that much. Lord Balor hummed and raked a critical eye over the other man, reaching out to rub a bit of dried blood from the corner of his jaw. 

                ( He didn’t miss how Holden flinched the slightest bit, but he didn’t need to. )

      “It’s temporary. I wager our paths’ll cross again, Milord.” He smiled at the title, now natural on his tongue and lacking its initial sting months and months ago. He raised a brow, something of a challenge. “But, if you’ve nowhere to go, y'can both always come with me. We roll out in the morn. Think on it.”

[labyrinthandthread]

♝

♝ - Reading a book together

Amelia kicked her feet up in front of her, her bare heels resting delicately on the edge of the cushion across from her, her head and side pressed firmly against the outside of Holden’s left arm. She could see the pages of his book past the edge of his arm well enough to follow along as he read out loud quietly –– he did everything quietly, this king –– and she hummed softly in contentment. 

“ Am I boring you? ” He asked softly, casting her with a raised eyebrow of a look that most would call impassive. Amelia, who knew better, called it AMUSED.

“ No, ” she assured him softly, her needlework forgotten in her lap, her eyes still trained on the pages of the book in his hands. “ I was just thinking –– ”

“ A dangerous pastime. ” 

She nudged him playfully with her elbow and returned to a sitting position, rolling her neck to ease out a crick and surveying her needlepoint with a critical eye. She’d meant to give it to Portia when she was done, something to decorate one of her fine new gowns, maybe, but she was starting to think it might not be good enough work for her friend. “ I was thinking, ” she asserted again, slightly louder this time ( though she smiled more when she said it ), “ that this is –– nice. ”  

Holden might have smiled; or maybe it was just a trick of the candlelight. She smiled back just the same.

Silence stretched comfortably between them before he began to read again, and Amelia situated herself so that her back was resting against his arm, where she could listen to the sound of his voice and the story as she worked. She decided, then, that perhaps it was fine enough for the wife of a king, after all.

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