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the viking princess had been starving the whole journey from their ship to the carriages to the elegant and shiny palace. too shiny. how has no one stolen the gold from it? the announcements and formalities were--- tiring. and boring. and she almost burst out laughing when her stomach growled loudly in front of the exchange of her father and the overly dressed sun king. why did he wear so many colors?

so instead of mingling, which she really didn’t want to do, and avoiding her father trying to introduce her to her betrothed; the crown prince of austria. ; she rushed to the dining hall. she wanted to scream and pull out all her hair on the way over when she was told she’d be married before the month is over. she didn’t want to marry. she’d rather die old and alone. or in battle.

sitting at the table, she stared down at the food. grabbing a plate and helping herself to the feast, she dig in, only to stop. “what is this... slop?” she growled, other princesses looking at her like a barbarian. taking her spoon, she glared at the perfect princesses before dripping the slop- actually fancy delicious french soup; into the dish before flicking it at them.

#versaillesstarter #PRINCESS OF DEATH / / hel lothbrok #versaillesevent #versaillesevent 01.

for: open location: the gardens

Alistair had always found a certain comfort in surrounding himself with nature of any kind. Something about the freshness of it all, about being surrounded by life in its simplest and purest form, had always allowed the Crown Prince somewhat of a peace he hadn’t seemed to find elsewhere. When the world got too loud, the expectations of his station too much, or the uncertainty of the future too prominent, the Scot found himself seeking the tranquility only nature could provide. Despite the chill of the night air, the Prince had risen from his bed, unable to sleep and determined to clear his seemingly unsettled soul. For the better part of half an hour he’d been wandering the palace grounds, searching for the gardens he’d heard so much about. Having reached his destination, Alistair found himself footing lightly through the darkened paths, the moonlight and glimmering stars above his only sliver of light. The rustle of leaves and the sound of approaching footsteps drew him from his peace, though he displayed no irritation as he turned slowly, smiling at the other. “Lovely night, is it not?” He asked, tipping his head to take in the sight of the stars. “It was always my foolish belief that the most beautiful of the stars hung above Scotland. Now, however, I have been forced to rethink such a stance.” Alistair returned his gaze to his companion. “If I may be so bold, what has brought you to the gardens at such an hour?:” @versailleshqstarters

#int:all #int:starter #versaillesstarter #☀alistair stewart~~crown prince of scotland☀

@versailleshqstarters

Location: Throne room

Who: Your muse could either be the injured or the attacker, & either be the one who started it or was actually attacking in retaliation or to defend or avenge someone else whom the other had injured beforehand. Or someone that sees Albert going between the current pair & either wants to help Albert or side with one of the parties or someone who needs albert’s flying talent...anything your creativity decides! <3

Despite his arguments, grumblings, sulkiness and high reluctance, in the end, Albert was still forced to make his presence known at Versailles. Even if he balked whole-heartedly at the whole concept of arranged marriagies, even if he found flaws in the elaborate scheme of the Sun King to unite warring kingdoms through forced unions with the promise of a gift of greed and ambition in the end to the participants, even if he was still secretly grieving over what he had feared had most likely happened to his beloved , for her letters had stopped arriving long before the Sun King’s announcement was made, as a Tudor Prince, he was still greatly coerced and under heatedly pressured obligation to go through with this farce of a union laid before him.

Thus it was with grudging footsteps that Albert found himself making his way to the wedding venue of the Sun King to the Habsburg Princess. He was already a few days late to France due to his protests to the whole affair, and he was also very late to the grand wedding of his host. Though to those who knew him, punctuality had always never been his strongest suit. ‘Many long apologies would have to be uttered later, however he was here at last wasn’t he? ‘ he thought dejectedly.

However it was not a solemn and gracious ceremony that met his senses the minute he opened the doors. NO, it was instead PANDEMONIUM. And of the worst kind, for it seemed that a small but still all-out war of sorts was taking place currently in what was supposed to be the scene of the first great blessed union in Versailles. “What the--” was all the stunned prince could get out before he was forced to instinctively levitate away from an incoming projectile weapon. Twisting around after that, to his dismay, Albert then saw that the assault he had avoided had inadvertently reached its intended target and a noble was now fallen and crumpled over the floor, groaning hard. Seeing the attacker charging towards the injured person, Albert then quickly flew over, harnessed his wind magic and used its strong force to knock over the incoming assailant many meters backwards. He had now placed himself between two fighting parties, and he’d be damned if he knew who had started it.

#this is so bad but pls take pity on me & albert u.u #pls no need to match length at all!!#versaillesstarter #versaillesevent #versaillesevent 01

@wulfsongs

hel && ulf in the throne room.

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the pool of blood beneath her was growing as her assassination attempt on the tsar’s life was unsuccessful. but he had gotten his due in return, wounding her greatly on her side. she had just finished fending off someone coming after her to kill her. but the viking princess was not going to let them get the best of her.... but it didn’t help her wound, only worsening it. “i’m sorry...” she looked up at her brother. “i failed.... and i won’t go to valhalla with you it seems...”

#PRINCESS OF DEATH / / hel lothbrok #c::ulf #versaillesevent #versaillesstarter

@gildedhopes

aurelin && juliette in the halls of versailles.

“get everyone to safety, now!” the sun king commanded his musketeers as the battle started. he couldn’t use his blessing. this concerned him. this was not supposed to go this way. this was not how the vision came to him. a vision of peace and the ending to this curse--- unable to harness the divine blades, he had to resort to grabbing the golden sword off the wall behind his throne. grandfather forgive him. he rushed to his sister’s side, pulling her through the halls to protection. “sister! you must get to safety!”

#THE SUN KING / / AURELIN BOURBON #c:: juliette #versaillesstarter #versaillesevent 01.

“So am I to assume all the champions here have sucessfully killed a vampire before?”

#she's just arrived but feel free to assume connections if u want or u can hmu if u like to plot it out :)#versaillesstarter

"No, that's my -- Oh. Okay, you can have it... Wait that's -- That, too." The person was already enjoying Theo's breakfast, and all he could do was watch. It wasn't the person's fault, however. The prince had defended his food in a voice that only he could hear. It wasn't the first time he'd done that.