˗ˏˋ closed starter for ( @rebclhearts || lukas ) !! ˎˊ˗
flowers were a beautiful creation, konrad had always believed; a gift from god himself. though perhaps a major influence to the possibly biased belief came from his mother, who had always ensured at least a singular gentian flower found residence in their abode. it brought life to the otherwise dark and dim space and they reminded him of the home he’s abandoned years ago. the same could be said for the words now spoken within an earshot away.
what an awe-inspirting sight it must be at first glance, monarchs from across the continent and beyond gathered together under the roof of a singular castle. after all the bloodshed and violence, konrad would never have imagined in his wildest dreams that he could now have such a casual audience amongst the gardens with the ruling king of a neighbouring country. granted, they weren’t exactly alone – only a fool would leave their king without protection and the guards in close distance hovered over their patriarch – but this was as much privacy as the prussian prince could get alone with the lithuanian king and that was more than enough.
with his hands by his sides, in clear view to dispel whatever suspicions they could possibly have over him, he pauses just a few inches before the king and gives a deep bow. ❝ your majesty, ❞ he spoke in a tongue so familiar to him – truth be told, he had a better command of his lithuanian than his german by a slight margin. however, by no means did that instigate the assumption he was as fluent as the king now before him; there was no denying the hint of a foreign accent and prussian would always be his mother tongue.
❝ i hope i’m not interrupting anything but, with all due respect, i would be honoured to have a few minutes of your time. ❞