#queenshaven

[cymbeliine-blog]

                                                 ❛  the prince ? i hardly think he has come here to discuss any form of business. but perhaps, if fortune is with you, there’s some sort of chance. ❜     whites are bared by a cordial smile, genuine amusement, as he let’s her speak.  ❛ you’d like him,VALENTIN BOURBONE, he is quite the stuff of fairy stories.unforgettable eyes. quite the knight. ❜    he, too, had encounters with the prince   ;   as a squire, tending to him at a joust. a man not easily repressed in thought.

                                      ❛   well,  if you think he’s so handsome,  why don’t you marry him?  i thought he was ODDLY RUDE.   and such a snob!  nay,  i heard the king is the handsomest brother,  with dark hair and eyes like a sunny winter’s day.  papa wants me to woo him.  DON’T YOU THINK I’D MAKE A FINE QUEEN?   ❜    cymbeline vainly twirls,  blue skirt fluttering in the wind  ;  delight colours cheeks rosy.     ❛   i’d make you my knight.  it’d be so lovely.   ❜  

@burthe.

[cymbeliine-blog]

❛   YOU DON’T LOOK LIKE A MORMOUNT.  what are you doing here, milady?  what is your name?   ❜

@dagae​.

[queenshaven-blog]

INTRODUCING THE DE FLEURIAU-PELYPHEAUXs  ;  minor nobles,  loyal to house bourbone,  with their hands sunk deep in honey pots,  bastard descendants of HOUSE DENYS.  they have a love for wine,  fine garbs and art that they can’t afford,  and thrive in the thrill of the chase,  famed for keeping as many as fifty hunting dogs on their grounds.

[cymbeliine-blog]

@vitivory.

IRE BOILS IN BLOOD  ;  eyes reddening with stirring emotion. he should’ve known that the king would not spare him , nor her , this pain. delicate wrists are caught betwixt leather covered fingers, forcefully, in order to settle her slender frame closer to his. the warmth, the sweetness, of her body only making him feel worse. angrier even.   ❛ NOT TO DRINK TEA, cymbe. he intends to have you. your body. he will fuck you only to see the hurt in my eyes when he brags about breakfast. he wants to have you, claim you, mark you, before i do. ❜

❛   HE SHAN’T HAVE ME,   ❜    cymbeline insists,  but her voice is a breathless tremble,  and cheeks have lost their rosy hue.  mere months ago she would have welcomed this news  (  to be a king’s paramour!  )  but now she finds herself sick at the thought of broad hands gripping her arms,  of unwelcome eyes on her body.     ❛   valentin,  what do i do?   ❜

[cymbeliine-blog]

❛   milady looks particularly beautiful today.  are you expecting a gentleman?   ❜

@bourbone

[cymbeliine-blog]

@prinzeps.

❛   sorry,  m’lord,  can i help you?  are you looking for someone?   ❜