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      “ sacré dieu ! ” the woman swore, more vulgar than she looked, the surprise of her brother causing her to jump, pastry in her hand teetering on the edge of her dish. “ arrêter ! j'aurais pu laisser tomber mon croissant ! ” she scolded him, the french words at home in her heavy accent, akin to that of her brother, just like the crystal, piercing, blue hues glaring into his before she relaxed, always at comfort in the company of her brother, draping herself beside him and she set the pastry down, nose scrunched in distaste.

      “ perhaps it would have been good if it had fallen, the kitchen is abysmal compared to that of home, ” her words remaining in her native tongue. she was over-dramatic, a second nature to the brunette who exuded luxury, fed off nothing but the shiniest silver spoons and cloaked in only the finest of fabrics. god’s gift. or at least the first of a twin set. 

      “ mon amour, remind me once more why we are forced here, s’il tu plaît. i’m going to run out of people to keep me entertained. ” 

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“Oh god, it’s you.” Anton scrunched up his face, glancing away in disdain; a scoff skirting the tip of his tongue. He had just come in after a ride, mud slick on his boots and curls slightly tousled, desperate for a glass of wine and a comfortable chair to flop down into, when he’d seen him. And promptly wanted to back out of the room. When had he last encountered the French prince? They’d been in various states of undress, on the floor instead of the perfectly good bed that had been right next to them, when an argument had broken out over the pettiest of things. Well, until Anton had huffed, gathered his things, and left the room before they ended up causing an international incident. Jean-René was many, many, many things: smart, well-dressed, admittedly good in bed, good in the saddle too. But all of that was overshadowed by just how irritating he could be.

At least with Anton. 

“And here I was glad that I wouldn’t have to see you again,” he added, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his drink. “Nice to see you, Jean. How have you been, what brings you to Bern, are you ready to apologise for last time?”

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giddiness. that’s what théo felt when he had first arrived in bern. sure, he was the youngest out of them all & sure he was also the last one to arrive in the swiss palace, but he was excited to finally be reunited. when palace company goes from five to just two, it surely sends ripples through the whole royal dynamic. it wasn’t just simply seeing his family though –– to théo, it felt like by sending him to bern, his parents thought he was the least bit responsible, a word that is rarely associated with the brown-haired boy.

théo strolled with a rare pep in his step, making his way to his brother’s room. he had asked some of the french servants where his brother’s room was, but one couldn’t always be sure that they were right. either way, he stood outside a doorway and knocked a couple times, “dearest frère,” he began. he was far too impatient for anyone to walk to the door, even his own brother, so he let himself in. “i am so sorry to bother you, but i have been wondering. why am i even here?” he breathed nonchalantly, “not in an existential sort of way –– rather, i’m not sure if i’ll enjoy the company of these people. i have spent a few mere hours here and i’m already getting an odd vibe.”

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After losing so many people, Robert refused to let Mateus go so easily. It wasn’t just because he wanted to save a life, but it was his life that he must save. It meant more to him than he’d ever admit, but if anyone knew him, they would understand the silent sentiment. Fortunately, he did not lose one of the most important people, but that didn’t mean he was going to leave him alone. If he hadn’t been checking on him after every two hours, Robert finally decided to give him space and made it clear he’d be checking on him thrice daily until the man was on his feet and laughing like he usually would--except, he doubt there would be much laughter shared after all that had happened.

A knock was the only warning given before Robert entered the King’s bedchambers and once inside he had the vial of medicine for today. “And how are we feeling today? If you respond with just fine i’m going to believe there is somethingutterly wrong.” he spoke up, mainly out of jest as he approached the king by his bedside. “Have you eaten today, Mateus? Because you very well know these meds are too strong to take on an empty stomach.” he added before placing the vial onto his bedside table. “How’s your head? Mind if I take a look now or would you prefer later?”

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maddalena loved to drink. there was no escaping the fact and no denying it. not that konrad found anything against it; while he himself preferred no more than a glass of wine in a single night, unless they caused physical or otherwise harm towards another, he saw no wrong in those who liked to refill their glasses more than once. though one could also argue that with the dynamics of their marriage, he didn't even have the right from the start to have anything to say against it, thus making his opinion unnecessary and invalid.

however, it was a slight inconvenience when he had to help bring his tipsy wife back to the privacy of their room.

if this had been years ago when they'd just gotten married or even a year afterwards when the topic of children was taboo given the act that came along with it, he would have called the assistance of any other female in fear of stepping boundaries (yes, they were married and in the eyes of others he had every right to lay hands on his own wife, but he was no barbarian and found that mentality in and of itself flawed, at best). but they'd been married for years now, even had a child together -- surely by now, she was alright with the younger male's arms cradling her close to his chest when they've shared more intimate moments together already. carefully he swung the door open and closed it with his foot when they entered the room, laying her down onto the bed gently and almost tenderly.

❝ lena... ❞ there was the tiniest hint of affection in his tone, yet his speech contained more of a sigh than anything else. ❝ you'll have to undress yourself and prepare for bed. ❞

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"Sibusio!” the Swazi princess had run ahead now that they had escaped the wandering eyes of her father, the king, and other members of the delegation. Turning, she called her personal bodyguard once more and smiled. “I fancy a walk to the town today. Walk with me? I fear father may have a fit.” Although the maintained the serious, royal stance around other people, she was comfortable enough around the other to allow herself to be a young girl. From time to time.

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    it had not been her intention to stare. she had simply looked up from her note when he had caught her eye, though he was thankfully unaware of her gaze. in usual circumstances her head would be promptly back down, scribbling away, but the prince of france was not usual circumstances, which was why the russian governess found herself with honey hues stuck to the male and pen pressed against the paper, ink feathering in a large black stain as her attention was drawn elsewhere. she was not sure what exactly drew so much of her attention to him. or why he made her feel more nervous than she usually did. feelings were not something she dealt with very well, nor did she even know where to begin with most of them. he was good-looking, she could understand that much, but she did not know why she felt so compelled to him. they were not very similar, nor had he ever paid a great deal of attention to her, she did her very best to draw the least amount of attention to herself as possible, no matter who the situation concerned. and yet, here she was, staring.

    it was only when he turned and his eye caught hers that she felt her face turn a spectacular shade of red, quickly trying to divert her eyes, cursing under her breath as they met with the large ink stain that now rested on her paper. well aware that he now knew of her presence. 

      “ my apologies, your highness. ” irina mumbled, clearing her throat slightly, “ i did not mean to stare, i was simply lost in my thoughts. ”

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while being hugged by dee >:C

correction: while clinging to dee forever