Tsar Alexander

Rurik Dynasty

[ncrthumberlands]

                      try  as  they  might  to  ignore  the  clamor  and  pandemonium  rising  outside  the  castle  walls,  it  slipped  between  cobblestone  fortresses  and  hardwood  floors,  thrummed  beneath  the  orchestra  and  overpowered  even  the  strongest  of  discussions.  a goblet  in  hand,  edward  sipped  leisurely  from  the  scarlet  brew,  the  only  indication  of  his  intemperateness  the  faint  vein  leaping  upon  his  forehead.  ❛   i  suppose  now  would  be  an  inopportune  time  to  make  a  toast  to  the  bride  and  groom…  no?  ❜

OPEN STARTER.

[tsar-alexander]

To say that the tsar wasn’t slightly amused at the chaos surrounding the English prince’s union to the Aragonese princess would be a lie. Alexander nursed his goblet, eyeing the dark red wine that almost resembled blood with a dark, humorous singular laugh, smirking to himself under the rim before he finished his sip, rubbed his lips together, and raised the goblet to the English King. ‘Your Highness, I have every faith you could make any toast into a pleasant one. In fact, it could be the best aspect of the evening, as far as the entertainment is concerned. I’d expect there to be Aragon’s display of antics they define as entertainment at some point.’

[ghcstlimbs]

   “Have you no heart for merriment still? Or have you paused, if only to reclaim your breath?” In the highest of spirits, Louis approached the figure who lingered on the fringe of excitement; such a night bred delight, even in a man as disposed to lavishness as he. The nights of content were the softest; heaven was cloudless, and grand with living fires sprouting across a retreating haze of blue. Louis would not have marked England as capable of producing such an affair, backed by the splendor of nature. “I would not believe you to be in opposition of a joyous arrangement - but perhaps such an assumption borders on the incorrect.” 

 The detractors of the engagement had been quick to pool outside the halls, their voices decrying the engagement, which still toiled in infancy. Harboring no resentments against the engagements, Louis found himself attracted to the detractors on principle - those who coalesced against his former enemies, could not be snubbed so easily. “Honesty is so often opposed by duty; we both may be bettered by favoring the latter.” 

[tsar-alexander]

No sooner would the tsar celebrate beside the French king than hell freeze over. Looking at Louis now, listening to the way his words rolled off his tongue, he held back a loud scoff, instead held his goblet to his lips. ‘And is it such a joyous arrangement?’ His words were smooth, low, relaxed, exuded the power that a tsar commanded with a vibrational hum of a lion’s growl. ‘The crowds in the distance do not harmonise very well with the music troupe, Your Grace.’ He held back a smirk as he swallowed, licking his bottom lip slowly. 

‘Duty over honesty, you say?’ He stepped a bit closer, forcing a pleasant smile which held beneath it a tinge of something more sly. ‘And if a king favoured honesty to his people, perhaps England would have a bit more merriment resting outside these beautiful walls. Tell me, are you enjoying it here? Do you believe the English king is a fine host?’

[tsar-alexander]

Wherever Alexander stepped, he commanded the pace. Even his own attendants awaited on baited breath to see his upturned nose looking over England’s grounds as though it were cattle to be purchased at a county fair. Far from extraordinary - though to the eye of many, magical, the tsar was far from impressed. Agitated, even, as he ran his hands over the fabrics and tabletops once he passed them. 

He held back a sly smirk, only allowing his lips to bounce in a conceited restraint as he moved through the room and settled, whirling around to the sound of approaching footsteps. Assuming it to be a servant, he snapped his fingers and called in a thick, low tone, ‘I’ve been expecting you to bring me wine for what seems like an eternity. Your only excuse at such tardiness requires you to have some wine with me. Though, I warn you, it may not be too pleasant to the palate.’ His smirk grew as he reached out, expecting a goblet.

[tsar-alexander]

Tsar Alexander Rurikid

chris hemsworth, 35, alexander rurikids. ❝ ⤚⟶ ENGLAND, 1458… can’t you see ALEXANDER RURIKIDS, the TSAR OF RUSSIA from RUSSIA coming this way? they are at best PROUD, and at their worst BRUTAL. whilst residing in england, their ambition is to STRENGTHEN RUSSIA’S INFLUENCE IN ENGLAND - THROUGH DIPLOMACY OR OTHERWISE. HE seems to remind everyone of CHRIS HEMSWORTH & A LION WITH THE TEMPER OF A THUNDERSTORM❞ penned by CAIT

Tsar Alexander was born the oldest son into a dynasty wrought with iron, steel, might, power, threaded carefully into the seams of Russia. Born as a lion, with the ability to roar enough to command the masses, the short temper of a wild animal, the hardness his ancestors before him had worked so hard to instil, Alexander’s main purpose in life has always been to bring glory to Russia. Be it fortune, luxury, intrigue, intimidating strength, he is tireless in his attempts to establish Russia as a superpower amongst - even above - the world’s most influential kingdoms.

Brutal, and calculating, he can be charming if need be, for beneficial gain. Thus, he was wed to England’s princess, Eleanor, at only sixteen years of age. There has always been disproval of such a union between the two countries within Russia’s people, the tsar detested the idea initially when the English flower came to court - but eventually he fell into a deep love with his bride. Although, he is a man of passion and still delves in affairs of the flesh, he currently has four children with her, his pride and joy the Tsarevich Alexei. The court is full of wealth, beauty, luxury. The tsar’s unyielding hubris can, at times, be suffocating. 

Still, he grows weary of the English, and his people show no love for the country. Now that the Plantagenet matron has passed, he comes to England with two outcomes in mind. Highlight how truly vulnerable the country is without an heir, and how much they will depend on Russia, or eliminate them as a threat. Show them who to be subservient to.