#rosalia:thread

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@englysshehart​

The De Sousa web extended wide, their network reaching even the furthest corners of the globe. Rosalia didn’t even realise how far their influence extended - not until she became queen. When she had gotten married, the letters had come crawling in, all declaring themselves her family’s dearest friends. 

Agnes was different, though. Rosalia knew her only a little through their families mutual business connections, but she genuinely liked her. She had extended her an invitation for a private lunch,. It would do her good to spend time with somebody outside of her capacity as queen - even if only for a meal. 

“I’ve brought gifts from Portugal, for your children,” she picked up the package, unwrapping it carefully to reveal a set of four hand-carved and painted wooden puppets. “I am not certain if this is the type of thing they would like to play with. My brother and I used to spend hours creating our own stories when I was small.”

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@goldcncrowns​

It had taken an immense amount of coaxing, quietly uttered words and small movements, but now, Rosalia cradled in her hand a small bird that nestled happily between her palms. She hadn’t expected such when she had gone for a walk in the gardens, but it was a joy to find. Greece was certainly different from Portugal, and to say she was overwhelmed was an understatement. What if the other visitors did not like her? She did not think she could bear it. But perhaps this little bird was as lost as she was. If nothing else, she had made at least one friend here, even if he did have a beak. Her fingers smoothed over his soft feathers, and she brought it closer to her face to examine it further.

It was then that the bird tensed in her hand, and she could feel its heart beating erratically as it raised its wings in preparation to flee. It had noted the footsteps before she did, and she peered over her shoulder, curious at the new arrival. “Oh! Please, don’t be too loud?” She begged, though a flush came over her cheeks when she realised how bossy the demand sounded. “I just don’t want him to fly away,” she shifted a little, showing them the small creature she held. “Isn’t he a darling?” She cooed.

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@reclaimedynasty​

There were nights where sleep eluded Rosalia completely. She was a worrier, and in the small hours, everything that plagued her mind seemed to take precedent. It didn’t help that there was so much to worry about. Especially when she was so far from home. 

The sound of footsteps approaching distracted her from her trouble thoughts, and Rosalia whipped her head around to look at the newcomer. “Have you woken up early, or are you staying up late?” she half-whispered. They were far enough from anybody’s chambers that her voice would not wake anybody, but it felt wrong to disturb the silence too much. Not when the rest of the world seemed so still. 

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@delicateburden​

If there was anybody Rosalia was looking to meet in Greece, it was the Queen of Spain. Though they had not met yet, she couldn’t help but feel a kinship. Their circumstances were different, but the result was far too similar for her liking. Regardless of how Isabela of Spain saw things, they had enough in common to invoke her empathy. Surely, they could be of help to one another, and this was the perfect chance to create those bonds. 

“Thank you for joining me tonight,” her voice was soft as she greeted the other, but the smile on her face carried nothing but warmth. “Would you like something to drink? I am fond of a red wine, myself, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”