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he’s always had a great amount of respect for the opposite gender, including those here at court – how they could get so much done in such limiting fabric was beyond him. he’s never seen himself as a brute ( though one could argue that was exactly what a brute would say ) but he figures he wouldn’t be able to uphold the same degree of poise and elegance his wife carried if he was in her shoes.
what a beautiful day it was today, so beautiful that it would be no surprise if it posed a great distraction to some ( especially those with the added burden of gowns flowing down to their feet ). konrad walked down the hallway with his head turned to admire the scenery, only to hear a sudden thud accompanied by a small sound of distress. he was quick to turn his attention towards the sound and equally as swift in his stride forward, lowering himself and eyes immediately recognising the identity of the supposed stranger.
❝ are you alright, your highness? ❞ he murmured, voice gentle as always with a faint but recognisable prussian lilt; for all the seven years of his married life, while holding conversations came at fair ease now, the accent was hard to be rid himself of in its entirety. tenderly and carefully he reached out and helped the foreign princess up onto her feet, his usually plastered on smile now carrying some level of softness to it ( for once, it was not all feigned and desolate of genuine emotion ) ❝ i hope you are not hurt. ❞