#salviitas

[emblianess]

     It probably wasn’t anything someone would expect from the young princess. She was small and looked as fragile as g l a s s though her eyes were an unforgiving fire. There wasn’t much form to her as she lacked athleticism-- though not by choice. It used to be a dream to venture outside and learn the skills taught to the soldiers of Embla. Unfortunately, she was subject to nothing more than reading and memorizing spellbooks, which wasn’t anything more than a few recitals and varying hand gestures. Perhaps it might’ve been pushing the good state of her current health, but nothing ventured was nothing gained. ( It wasn’t as though anyone outside of the palace staff knew either ). And so there was a strange though admirable determination behind her words to the foreign prince.

     “ Prince Xander, would you teach me the sword? ”

     @salviitas was summoned

[repeatsfate]

”Erm... Big brother? Have you a moment?”

@salviitas

[unproficientflirt-archive-blog]

@salviitas // closed starter

     Inigo stood still, reluctant to sound his arrival as he was finally at the chamber doors of his liege’s. Perhaps he was only hesitant in the first place because ... he knew that he had made a heavy decision. He couldn’t go back on his word but then why ... was he so anxious about telling his lord the truth ?

     With a trembling breath, he gathered all his courage and knocked his knuckle against the door a couple of times before announcing himself. 

     “ Lord Xander ? It’s Laslow. I apologize for disturbing you at this time but are you awake ? ” 

     He was probably up (as usual), working away on papers that needed to be done as the King of Nohr. His liege was awfully busy so he wasn’t certain on when he would be able to have a discussion of leisure with him. Perhaps now, was the best time.

[blccdthiirst]

     “lord xander!! it’s snack time, so i made these CREAM PUFFS!      would you like to try some? i even added little slices of      STRAWBERRIES in them to make them even more cute!”

♥ ------------------- @salviitas

[ofshrinkingviolets]

@salviitas || starter call.

    ❝You’re Prince Xander, Laslow’s l-liege, right...? I-I’m Olivia,❞ She pauses for a moment, contemplative of her next words. No doubt that it would prove most troublesome explaining that she is his retainer’s mother; for he isn’t even aware of her son’s true name or origins. 

    Though, perhaps, it would be best to be honest -- without revealing too much about Inigo and the others.

    She shifts from one foot to the other, hands clasping in front of her and amethyst eyes wide. Taking a deep breath, she continues. ❝I’m Laslow’s mother. He’s t-told me so much about you -- a-and everyone else, of course.❞

[avecantoraazul-blog]

“But if you change your mind, you know where I am.”

ask meme | not accepting

he had asked her to join the next war council meeting. she was... supposedly useful, helpful... they were going back and forth for a while until he decided to take his leave, claiming her the winner. she felt bad; she had argued like a child with baseless claims. he was a great strategist; if he and possibly others deemed her advice as something that could better their efforts in the war, then who was she to refuse? perhaps she would be a decent mediator; she hasn’t tried it yet...

a sigh. she should go apologize to him. where would he be? somewhere near the castle, she was sure. or maybe in his personal quarters...

she would start there.

[emblianess]

     @salviitas

     An empty stare was all that she gave in judgement. She knew not to be too picky in what was provided given it was a wonder their land even provided anything edible. The royals themselves had always been given the choice pick for their status, though this was further backed by the princess’ feeble immune system. It was ill crops and game that fed from the land that served a part in gifting it to her, after all. She knew that being privileged, she should be thankful for the meal before her. Yet, for coming from a better source than most, it still tasted subpar.

     “  I don’t like it. ” Her eyes finally turned away, ignoring the plate altogether. Ruby orbs fell upon the commander to her right-- one of the few people the princess permitted to join her at the table. “ It tastes no better than what I was served yesterday. Tell me, was the food this bad in your land, Prince Xander? Or is being here a downgrade from what you’re used to? ”