#won france

[aulariademedici]

Wedding Bells are Ringing || Aularia & Leopoldo

“He’s done it, Leo!” She exclaimed, forcing her way into Leo’s chambers without warning. The guard’s confirmation that he was inside was all she needed. If he’d had a girl in his bed, it wouldn’t be the first time she’d walked in on them. “The Dauphin has accepted my betrothal! We are to be wed within the month!” Aularia declared, clapping her hands excitedly. “Well, I supposed he is King now! Even better! Just think, in three weeks, I will be Queen!”

@crcwnprincc​

[maryork]

The princess spent most of her time at the English court, but she was always excited for the chance to visit the continent. She was quick to accept the French queen’s invitation; even if she had found their king to be an utter ape there was hope for the rest of the country. The journey to the French palace was not as long as she expected, and uneventful at that. 

Mary exited the carriage that had brought her the last leg of the journey, and smiled at the figure of the French queen. “Your majesty,” she said, dipping into a low curtsy towards the brunette. “What a lovely sight your lands are- I thank you so much for the chance to visit them.”

@enlightenedwomen​

[the-blxxd-of-angry-men]

Ma vie de jadis || Lance & Isabel

@enlightenedwomen​

He knew it was risky, passing by his residence in Paris to retrieve the few valuables he had there, but Lance was not sure when--if ever--he would return again, or if his things would be left there after God only knew how many years--the answer was probably not. And, until he set out to open sea and managed to plunder the rich trading vessels transporting goods to and from the Americas, he would need all the money he could get his hands on here. Perhaps the most dangerous thing about his Parisian residence was the fact that it was situated so close to the Louvre, where he knew the royal family would still pass some of their time. But he figured if he was in and out quickly, even if the palace was populated and there risked to be his acquaintances about, no one would notice him. 

Of course, he didn’t account for the nostalgia that would grip him the moment he set his feet on the familiar path to that home, entered the place, found it untouched, ran his hands over all the objects and odd paraphernalia that had once made up his life--a life he still wasn’t entirely sure how he’d lost it. He passed a long time in those open, lavish rooms looking out over the Rue de Rivoli and onto the Jardins des Tuilleries. For most of that time he was not looking for valuables, which he had managed to collect and pack in a manner of minutes, but sitting in his old chair before the cold, empty hearth, reliving every memory he’d ever had there with a heavy, confused heart. At long last, the setting sun filtering through the windows and burning into his eyes told him that he had stayed far too long, and, with a weight resting in his soul, he stood up and gathered his things and made to leave. The last thing he did as he left was slip a small wooden figurine from his writing table into his pocket--a gift from a close friend that meant more to him than all the treasure’s in his sack combined. 

Out on Rivoli he stopped and turned around for one last look at the building in which remnants of his old life were to moulder. Though he knew he must cut a suspicious figure in his dirty, ragged sailor’s clothing clutching a heavy clinking sack on a street peopled by some of the wealthiest and well-dressed people in the kingdom, he could not bring himself to move from that spot. 

[guillaumevalois]

he had spent the better part of the last few days in his private chambers- recent events at the court had exhausted him and took a toll on his well being, bringing on fits of syncope- but he was finally beginning to feel back to normal, or at least as normal as he ever was. “so what have i missed?” he asked, taking a seat in one of the rooms of the palace. “there must be some new story or such.”

@warofnationsarchive​

[patienthcart]

dangerous liaisons.

@crcwnprincc​

She ought to be with Louise right now, in the convent, ut she was awaiting letters from home, from Scotland. It was as good excuse as many to stay behind at the french court few more days before leaving it for few months. Besides, she got to spend her time with the future King of France. Their meetings were quick, away from the curious and judging eyes, in the places they discovered as children. Will their relationship continue even after he marries that southern girl ? 

Eliza wanted to know more about her, without actually meeting her yet. Though she learn with time to conceal her true feelings with a facade of courteous smiles,she feared that her anxiety about the future will be evident once she meets with the future queen. Why go to the southern girl if she had someone close to her right there ? The crown prince from the same land Aularia was, as she assumed, training archery. With a big smile and eyes flickering for the possibility of danger, as always, she stood before the target, despite him getting ready to shoot.

“ Your grace ! Don’t you feel lonely training here all by yourself? As a lady in waiting to the absent princess I feel obliged to offer you my company “ .

[leyasadventure]

Victor had Teárlach visiting from Scotland for sometime now. They had both grown close through the years and at times it was like the Scottish king was the only ally Victor truly had. He put up with his behavior almost as well as his wife but now as he burst into his study to meet with him things were not so pretty. “You have heard of this? Have you not?” He said bringing the letter Malec had wrote him a month ago. “Your governor asked for my consent to have my daughter. Knowing that she is promised.” He said tossing the paper onto his desk before sitting down. “Now the question is how we are to handle this?” He was worried but he didn’t show it. The one alliance he held dear was being torn apart by someone he loved and another that he’d trusted before. // @the-blxxd-of-angry-men​

[arixdnita]

travels hadn’t been ariadna’s favoured source of what her father liked to call adventure, the winding roads and unpaved lands proved irksome and frankly  s i c k e n i n g for the young princess. the castle was warm, the gardens provided as much perfumed fresh air as one desired and had her fantasy taken her beyond the castle grounds; there was always a horse tacked up and waiting to escort her to new territories.  that being said, the invitation, no, more of a push, from her father to spend a month in france in the company of a fellow spaniard was an opportunity even ariadna refused to miss. as tongues wagged and news spread swifter than wildfire, ariadna was no stranger to the fact that spain was full of strong women. women who said no, who questioned the status quo and who proved just as fierce and capable as their male counterparts.. but more than a spaniard, she was a queen, and that made her celestial in ariadna’s eyes. the journey had been long and ariadna hadn’t gathered so much as a wink of sleep the entire journey and yet, upon word of their arrival, any quarrels she had disintegrated like morning dew. her neighbour, france, was unmistakably a formidable force and a trusted ally of spain. but more than that, ariadna’s excursion was filled with one thing. a notion unique and foreign to the young princess:  h o p e.  “--- isabel...” the faux sense of delight at formal greetings of other royals was soon swept away by something radiant on ariadna’s expression. “how i have missed you.” and while their last union had been under more solemn and morbid circumstances, ariadna was glad to see a face she could trust. as a servant was ushered to the princess’ side, a small box wrapped in parchment manifested in front of her. “i had the chefs make you some mantecados. i thought, since you could no longer be in spain that i would bring a little something of spain to you.”

closed starter for @enlightenedwomen​

[rosierwon-blog]

As he woke up to the sound of Roosters from down the road, the young man rubbed his face with water and a cloth. A sigh came forth before he walked to the window, opening it to let fresh air in. The first morning in his own place, his father might have paid for it but it was in his name. James went to his stove and put on a pot for his special coffee he got from the market. He opened his food chest and took out a few eggs, and a jar of milk as he decided on an omelette for breakfast. The birds were chirping as he cut his vegetables and herbs. The smell when they began to cook and the coffee steaming. This was freedom indeed.

Once he had got his meal in him, he was ready for his day. He didn't have to go far, there was a forge across from his home he used before moving. Setting up his sign was like every other day. Remove the branches and lift the leather over to reveal the shops name. Toulouse Forge. He got his gear together and started making a few glass cups. A special order he needed to get done as smoothly as possible. Being new to the trade had its challenges including his reputation being so open to disdain.