The Beating of my broken heart.

Tristan Adhemar. Ex Heir to the throne.

[thehiddenprince]

ladyxemmeline:

thehiddenprince

Emmeline bit down on her lip, slowly approaching him. She knew what he had said, but now she had a possible worry of her own. “No, it is okay. The ladies have been fussing over me all morning. I am just overthinking what an older lady said to me.”

He sighed, looking at her. His avoidance of her was nothing to do with her, she was beautiful and kind. But he could not get involved. Not anymore then he already had. He sighed again. “What is it Emmeline, you have something to say?”

[thehiddenprince]

eliasxgrimani:

thehiddenprince:

“Ah, a man of the liquor also,” he chuckled, a smile on his features. “I also do. I have such generosity,” he joked lightly, though holding the bottle out to him.

“I enjoy a tibble.” He moved towards the table, taking the bottle and taking a long sip. It was cheap and nasty, it burnt the back of his throat and he grimaced. His voice hoarse when he spoke. “Ah... that’s the stuff. Thank you. I... think I enjoyed it.”

[thehiddenprince]

princessxxestelle:

For such a grand and illustrious palace there never did seem to be enough places for Estelle to escape to. To get away from prying eyes, and hushed whispers of those who watched her every move in hopes of the smallest of missteps on the princesses part. It was after a particularly dreadful day of work that Estelle found the need to get away for a moment. A candle in hand and a collection of poems tucked under her arm the Princess entered one of the few rooms she knew off where she could find the luxury of privacy only to see that another had claimed her refuge already. “As was I, so I suppose you’ll have share in my disappointment.”

Tristan chuckled in amusement. He wasn’t expecting that. “one of us could leave milady and then that would please us both, may i suggest you leave?”

[thehiddenprince]

Anne couldn’t help the continuous tears that streamed down her cheeks, it wasn’t right to do such thing in front of a man but there was not much she could do. She wanted to leave but her feet wouldn’t move, so there she was. Just crying silently in front of him.

Tristan tried his best not to get involved, from the way she was dressed she was clearly a noblewoman. He glanced, shaking his head and then looking back to the window. “You should take your leave milady. This is inappropriate.” He was watching out for himself and he wasn’t going to get hanged for upsetting a lady. 

[thehiddenprince]

ladyxemmeline:

The girl sighed, seeing the look on his face. She knew he’d been serious but she needed to talk to him. “I know we did, Tristan, I just…” She bit her lip, closing the door behind her as she stepped further into the room. “I have not… been feeling like myself.”

He looked at her, feeling defensive as she closed the room. All his instincts were to run away from whatever was between them. She was a Duke’s daughter. That was power he didn’t want to touch. Ever. “I am sorry to hear that. I will fetch you a lady to get your some water.” 

[thehiddenprince]

ofmoonjaes:

thehiddenprince:

This damned castle with its damned halls that all looks the exact same. Jaeseok huffed as he turned one corner to find a mirror of the corridor he just came from. Frustration mixed with impatience brought on the urge to kick the nearest object, which sounded like a brilliant idea until his foot rammed into a stone pillar. He winced and cursed in a hiss, about to grumble more profanity when a voice interrupted him. Jae peered around the nearest corner and felt his cheeks flush scarlet, the tips of his ears burning as he stiffly bowed and shuffled into view.

“I was just, looking for the privy.” 

Tristan chuckled, he remembered hiding in these halls as a child. They could be confusing. He raised a brow waiting for an answer. Pointing down the hall, he tried to hide his amused features. “Down the hall, down the stairs. Turn left.”

[thehiddenprince]

ladyxemmeline:

Emmeline could not stop her thoughts from consuming her, she felt sick to her stomach and she needed to speak with him. She stopped in the doorway when Tris spoke, placing her hands in front of her. “It is me, Tris. I do apologise.”

He sighed, seeing who it was. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for this situation. He couldn’t bury his head in the sand and pretend it wasn’t happening. Even if he wanted to. “It is alright Emmeline... I just thought we’d agreed to keep our distance.”

[thehiddenprince]

ladyannedubois:

thehiddenprince:

After yet another argument with her father Anne walked down the halls, wiping away tears. She knew she was selfish, wanting to choose who she married but she was a romantic at heart. Eventually she came upon a man who definitely didn’t want company. “I-I am sorry.” She said softly, turning away to hide her tears, “I was not looking for company either.” 

Tristan looked at the woman. He considered asking what was wrong, but he wasn’t that man. That was the gentleman in him attempting to break free. He wasn’t going to let it. “I am glad to hear it.” He said plainly. Turning back to the window. 

[thehiddenprince]

eliasxgrimani:

thehiddenprince:

Elias laughed, seeing the look on the other man’s face. “Nevermind, just the ramblings of a drunk man,” he joked. “A wine, nothing fancy, but hits the spot.”

“I know them well.” He said with a laugh, looking up through the darkness. “Enough to share with a friend?” He asked, despite the fact they were strangers. He was always open to making new friends... when alcohol was involved at least. 

[thehiddenprince]

Tristan stared out the window, over the waters and the woodlands. All that land that had once been his father’s. That would now be whoever took the princess as his bride. He knew one word from him and he would have that crown and likely a new wife. But he did not wish for such things. He wanted a quiet life. Far away from the throne and the dangers that brought. He turned, looking over at who had approached him. “I was looking for some quiet.” He said bluntly. His hand on his sword. 

[thehiddenprince]

eliasxgrimani:

thehiddenprince:

“Well, I am just the odd knight with his apple,” he laughed, thinking to the princess’ use of the word odd.

Tris gave the man a strange look, picking up the bucket of water to give to the horse.  “I am not sure i wish to know... what you’re talking about? But i do want to know what you’re drinking.” 

[thehiddenprince]

eliasxgrimani:

“What? Have you never seen a man eating an apple alone in the stables before?” he laughed at himself.

“I rarely see anyone out here. Only horses and well... the odd knight having his way with a lady.”

[thehiddenprince]

ladyxemmeline:

“You did very little to stop me.” She looked at him. “I can’t.”

“And that is my fault alone?” He looked behind, nervously checking no one was watching. “I’m sorry, i can’t do this there’s too much at stake.”

[thehiddenprince]

ladyxemmeline:

thehiddenprince:

“Then perhaps you shouldn’t have kissed me,” she rubbed her lips together. “I don’t want you to be harmed because of me.”

“Perhaps you should not have kissed me back.” He protested. “Then forget it.”

[thehiddenprince]

ladyxemmeline:

thehiddenprince:

“I care for you… I do not care who you are.” She kept her eyes on him, allowing him to pull her to one side. “I… won’t let it come to that.”

“Perhaps you should’ve cared a little more.” He spoke harshly and eloquently, as always. “You will have no choice, you will a woman, free to marry still and i... my life will not be worth living. This must end.”

[thehiddenprince]

ladyxemmeline:

“I… can’t change who I am,” she said quietly. “Tris…” she watched him, touching his fingertips with her own. “I would not let you be hurt… not with how I feel about you.”

“Neither can i, and it is too risky.” He spoke in an urgent whisper, taking her arm and pulling her towards the window. “You would have no choice. What could you possibly do to stop it?” 

[thehiddenprince]

ladyxemmeline:

thehiddenprince:

“Then stop saying I am so young… there is little between us age wise.” She sighed, reaching for his hand. “We have been careful. I promise no harm will come to you.” She looked at him. “It’s hard to.”

“You are innocent Emmeline. I have seen things.” He let her touch his hand, but moved back slowly. “It would be more careful to not see eachother... you cannot promise me that.”