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THEOURANIAS :: maddening one , my goddess , oh what now? lusting to lure me to my ruin yet again? // dependent roleplay blog featuring catherine tudor , countess of montfort for @fortuneshq

[theouranias]

the late evening of a day in july of 1432 , accompanied by elizabeth of lancaster ( @stewahrt )

WHEN CATHERINE HAD LEARNED of her father's marriage, she had not known how to react to the news at first. A Scottish princess was to be her step mother? Whoever the woman was that married her father after the death of Lady Catherine's mother would be higher in rank than she, but Catherine did not know how much she liked her father marrying a princess. Someone so much higher in rank than Catherine. Perhaps she did not wish for there to be another in her father's life, though she would not admit that.

The one thing that would come out of meeting her step family would be the Queen of Scotland, who was not even Scottish by birth. Catherine had spent a good amount of time in Wales, which caused her to be quite knowledgeable in the world of English politics due to their proximity. Queen Elizabeth was a Lancastrian woman, her dynasty ousted from the throne. From a few short conversations with the woman, Catherine had become accustomed to her mannerisms. The Queen was a kind woman, at least from what Catherine could tell of her.

This was the particular reason why Catherine felt no nerves when Queen Elizabeth had requested her audience. By technicality, they are related, yes? Her step aunt, though she had never met the woman before many members of the peerage and royalty came to France. "Your Highness," She would said, Britanny accent smooth against her English words. A language she did not prefer, as Catherine felt she could truly voice herself in French and Latin, but she was unsure if Elizabeth's French was conversational or not. "You requested my presence?" Catherine asked, brown eyes looking up, her black and gold colored skirts pooling on the floor as the curtsy lowered.

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Status: Open Location: Hotel Saint-Pol, the Chinese Quarters

Her eyes remain concentrated upon the steeping tea cup, her hands folded into her lap as her palm rubs the knuckles of the other, her ruby rings clinging against gold embedded with sapphire. Within their sanctuary burning with incense, the air thick with the herbs carried along with their other belongings from Beijing, Xiaojing remained every inch the Empress whom had taken advantage of the power vacuum to install herself as the embodiment of regality, hiding the figurehead of her only son behind thick tombs where he prepared to emerge one day as the Emperor of all Ming. 

Xiaojing had travelled far to reach Hotel Saint-Pol, for she and her company had marched further than anyone else who had accepted the invitation to convene upon French soil. Fitting the sharp talons to her nails, the Empress thought to extend her own greetings towards the rest of the world once the summit was over, to have them instead process in union towards the Forbidden Palace, with their fireworks and immaculate celebrations where no one would be in want, their journeys far from overlooked compared to the reception of her own. 

It was then that a visitor was announced, the doors opening to reveal the thick temple of Xiaojing’s inner chambers, the only door thus kept from onlookers the very bedchamber that was to remain closed from all seeing eyes. Rising to her feet, balancing an ornate headdress atop her crown, the Empress watched as the translator (a man well educated and now essential to her very survival in this Parisian sect) made vital introductions.  "Welcome," she called in practised French, her tongue unused to how the word settled against flesh. "Come sit and take some tea, I am sure there is plenty to speak off," her pleasantries smoothing over the internal tempest.

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PARIS WAS QUITE DIFFERENT now from when the Lady Catherine would visit as a girl, but it was still ever splendid. The court, despite being rife with tensions, of which Catherine had been away from for quite some time. She could not decide whether she was pleased with that or not. A large part of her still missed her home of Britany, perhaps more than the woman would like to admit at times. Considering she had refused to adapt to the fashions of Britain, despite the time that she had spent there. For how could she abandon the nation that was her home for so many years?

There was no time to dwell upon that, though. There were many different people to speak to, and so little time to do it, in between reuniting with her father and spending time with her husband. Many nations she had not had the pleasure of encountering people from there, who was she to deny herself the curiosity of interacting with others? Perhaps it would be a way to see if her court mannerisms were still polished. The Chinese Empress, or one of them, Catherine had not sorted out the titles just yet.

"Your Imperial Highness," Catherine said, French accent smooth as she dipped down into a curtsy. That should be correct, yes? A respectful smile pulled at her lips as Xiaojing rose, giving Catherine prompt to rise from her curtsy. "Thank you for having my audience," She allowed herself to sit in front of where the Empress was sitting. "It has been far too long that I've been in the French court, there are many I do not recognize. I thought I might make my introductions."

[theouranias]

⚜️( catherine of montfort ─ joss stone ─ 25 ─ countess of montfort ) ⚜️welcome CATHERINE OF MONTFORT. you hail from BRITANNY and have been risen to the position of a COUNTESS OF MONTFORT. you are a member of the house of TUDOR and will go down in history as the THE OURANIA. though you are SNOBBISH & BULL HEADED, you are blessed with being PIOUS and PERCEPTIVE. ⚜️

BASIC STATISTICS.

name: catherine adela montfort of britanny meanings: catherine - pure , margaret - pearl age: twenty - five years date of birth: february 24th , 1407 ( saint adela's feast day ) titles: lady of britanny , lady tudor , countess of montfort orientation: heterosexual , heteroromantic religion: roman catholic nationality: french ethnicity: french

FAMILIAL TIES.

mother: tbd father: francis montfort , duke of britanny step - mother: princess elizabeth stewart of scotland siblings: n / a extended family: the nobles of burgundy spouse: jasper tudor , count of montfort issue: none. ( hopefully soon )

PERSONALITY.

character inspirations: elizabeth woodville , kathani sharma , claire fraser , eloise bridgerton , ada shelby , queen charlotte , elizabeth bennett positive traits: pious , perceptive negative traits: bull headed , snobbish

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