seen from Japan
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from France
seen from Netherlands
seen from Mexico
seen from Mexico
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Peru
seen from Iraq
seen from United States
seen from Croatia
seen from China
seen from Kazakhstan
A smile graced Jin’s lips as he walked into the castle. France, he’d been here maybe in battles but aside from that he’d never actually been here. “So.” he muttered turning and taking in the look of the castle. “This is Paris? One of the better places I have been. That is for sure...”
“L-leave me be or -- or I’ll personally remove your hand me’self!” A horrified Mabel hollered in her most convincing ‘you don’t scare me’ voice as she ran for what she presumed was her dear life.
The young Queen hurried down the corridor, pulling up her hood of her clock up as she ducked behind a large column. The inkling to go and investigate the small town not far from the castle had added up, and she was trying to dodge not only her own advisors and guards, but the guards of the French court to leave unescorted. As she moved to hurry behind yet another column, she smacked straight into someone, causing them both to be sent to the floor with a loud ‘oomph!’
It must’ve been his luck to suddenly find himself stuck in a, more or less one-sided, conversation with a ...well, persistent lady. Although never at a loss for words, Dante hadn’t really quite known what to say to the lady that had approached him. At least, nothing that wouldn’t have offended a whole country possibly. So there he was, part of his mind hoping she had poisoned the wine that had been offered to him. For heaven's sake, he’d have chosen war over that situation any day. The young Italian just nodded to every word the woman said, eyes searching for anyone that could possibly be used as a...well, an alibi to leave without coming off rude. Dark eyes finally fell on a person passing by in the garden, pleading as he lifted the - never quite emptying - glass to his lips. In feigned surprise, Dante stood up, clearing his throat loudly, a distinct plea in his eyes for the other to play along. “Ah yes, I have been asking for you. We have very important matters to discuss, dare I say, it’s a matter of life and death even.”
After the uneasiness his country had gone though during the war, France was the last place Haakon wished to be. He had arrived a few days before, and taken time to get settled in. Still unfamiliar with the layout of the French palace, Haakon wandered the halls, attempting to familiarize himself.
“People should learn when to hold their tongues.” Louis looked over his hand, bruised but not too bad. He’d had far worse before by far but that didn’t mean he was happy about the bruised knuckles. Looking up from his hand he raised an eyebrow, “Have you come to scold me already? I stand by that he deserved it.” Usually he was the last person to get into trouble but he had his limits.
Elspet was faced with her worst enemy. Something that had plagued her entire life. The top shelf. It's what was now separating her from her prize. An illustrated guide to flowers. She was up on tiptoes reaching up as far as she could but it was not far enough "Gi'e it up ya bastard" she cursed almost a whisper.
Sitting down by the window, she puzzled over the letter she had just received, contemplating how best to respond. This was all interrupted however, at the unexpected opening of the door to her chambers. “Good day...” She began, startled by the intrusion. “Do you have the right room?”
