#vipercille

[briarrosedahl]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐈𝐒 shy. Despite knowing Lucille for so long, even before she got engaged with her son, that woman always made her feel intimidated. In general, everyone intimidates the Italian princess, some people more than others. It was time to have tea with Lucille, and she was nervous. They're about to be family together so getting to know each other better wouldn't hurt. She could feel her own heart trying to crawl out between her lungs to escape from her mouth (she was afraid of opening her mouth and her own heart escape from there). She counted to ten mentally, before entering the room spotting Lucille, and flashed trademark sunshine smile of hers, dimples on her cheeks showing and crimson shades appearing on it due to her shyness. ❛ Bonjour, your… ❜ A pause… How do they refer Lucille here?! ❛ Highness. ❜ Words escape with all hesitation, she curved to bow to her awkwardly before straightening her posture and taking a sit in front of her. ❛ How are you doing? ❜

@vipercille 💙 lucille.

[briarrosedahl]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 bored, and she wasn't in the mood to do her things, such as drawing, playing instruments, or singing. Even the mass of the church, she wasn't going. First, she was sick, and now she is very unmotivated. Even her personal guard was trying to cheer her up, by making an ugly and awkward crown of flowers, and put on her head. She feels vulnerable without her prized possession, her ring (which was her stress reliever, without it, she feels powerless.). The Italian princess was looking at nothing, with a lost gaze, and one of her guards left her alone, knowing with her demeanor she wouldn't move from where she was. The less she knows, she noticed Lucille. Shit! The last person she expects to see... Especially after the little 'sleepover' at her son's chambers. ❛ Bonjour! ❜ Her heart sped up wondering whether or not that hag of Narisa told her about that little encounter with her son. 

@vipercille​ 

[veryapocalyptic]

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐘𝐓𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 having a bad moment again, but this time Lena wasn't confined in a small place with a tiny human being with strong lungs. She was melting from the heat of this country, and now the cries of her daughter were dissipating in the air. She thought fresh air not only would do good for her two-month-old baby but for herself as well. After a moment or two, she sat on the bench near Agnes. ❛ I hope you don't mind, she's so tiny but full of personality. ❜

@vipercille

[svnshone]

@vipercille​

“Agnes!” She pasted a smile upon her face when she saw her sister-in-law. Two years they had been queens, two years since the world was righted- but what was there to show for it? “Thank you for joining me, please take a seat.” Dorothea guestured to the open one at the table, and reached for the teapot to pour Agnes a cup to match her own. “You must tell me everything about Scotland. Do they really all speak like that?” She asked, hoping to lull Agnes into talk of nonsense with a smile upon her face before asking any true questions. Idle chat Dorothea had no real care for, but would partake in anyway. “It reminds me much of a Dane trying to speak Swedish.”

[briarrosedahl]

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      𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 seriously considering bringing her bed and pillow to the Church, just because the rest of her family arrived her duties at the chapel just increase. What used to be curt, nowadays was long. This is the last time I'll be here for today... She says mentally, getting up with her knees aching from praying so much time, like the good Samaritan she is. Even her legs felt dormant and left the chapel. She rushed to the gardens, with a rosary wrapped in her hand, and her other hand rested on the tree to catch a breath, she hiked up her dress a bit, massaging her own knees that were reddish from kneeling in hours. Once she caught up her breath, she noticed Lucille that wasn't so far from her. ❛ Bonjour! ❜ She waved awkwardly, as her cheeks blushed even from both the heat of her own body and shyness. Try to look normal... A voice told in the back of her mind.

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