[vandcrberg]

queenxfroses:

He was beginning to scare her even more, with his movements and just how low it seemed they both were speaking. Her mind tried to think, what else was there for a maid to alarm him about and then… it finally it dawned on her. And it came like a wall crumbling down on her. She had pushed it so far down and away. She was happy the maid hadn’t actually told him she had lost their child as it should come from Rosie’s lips and only hers. But how to tell him? She thanked God they were already sitting otherwise she might have been on the floor. She licked her lips, wishing she had somehow rehearsed this, what she was going to say to him. Easily.

“William, I-” she started off but had to stop and lick her lips again somehow her throat already dry from speaking two words. But nothing could ever compare to what she said next. “I was pregnant but I lost our child.” There it was finally out in the open but still the walls still seemed to move in on her but she could only grip her hands tighter his, something to grown her and keep her there with him.

The ensuing silence all but positively confirmed his fear; but he did not allow himself to make any comment before Rosalie had said what she wanted to say. If what he thought was true, it would be a difficult thing to say ( not that anything about the ordeal had been easy so far ) and no less because of her position. His mother’s incessant insistence upon having a grandchild all of a sudden made his blood boil -- just because she had had no issues with the producing of heirs did not mean it was the same for everyone, and it certainly did not make Rosalie any less worthy of her position, something he could imagine his mother implying were she in the wrong mood. 

William forced himself out of his thoughts once again, convincing himself that dwelling on those thoughts was entirely unhelpful to the situation at hand. He glanced down to their hands as she spoke, administering a reassuring squeeze as Rosalie’s grip tightened before releasing her from his grasp and instead slipping an arm gently around her waist to draw her to his chest. It was an awful thing to fixate upon but he could not stop the bombardment of questions and terrifying images whirring around his mind; he would deal with that on his own, later. His wife was the priority. He closed his eyes, blatantly refusing to allow the tears stinging in his eyes to fall, or even be seen. Instead, he pressed multiple loving kisses to the top of her head and released a shaky breath. “I don’t know what to say other than I love you.”

[vavaharrison]

[vandcrberg]

queenxfroses:

She thought a moment, still concerned as to where this was going. Was he going to say he no longer loved her and now had a mistress? The thought pulled on her heart strings. It was tradition almost mandatory for her to give him everything, her virginity and her heart, but for them it was different so much different or so she had thought. Maybe their many years had weakened it and he was now bored of her.

Finally she placed her sewing down and looked at him, holding it there as she opened her mouth. “When you love someone, you need this person. When you’re in love with someone, you want this person,” she began softly. “I knew when someone asked me to described home, I started out with your hair.” She stopped for a moment, smiling to herself. “The sound of your voice, and how your skin feels and the softness of your lips and then I realized they had expected for me to speak about Holland or Sweden I do not know.” 

She stopped for a moment, looking down to her lap as another blush came to her cheeks before she looked up to him. “William,” she whispered softly, reaching out for his hand. “I want you, I want you for the rest of my life, not because loving you is easy but because it is difficult and I am a better version of myself when I am with you. I want to fight with you and make up with you. I want to dance under the stars with you, I want all my first to be with you. Because you are the man I am in love with.” And then she stopped, surprised on the tears rolling down her cheek but she didn’t realize until that moment on how much she was in love with the man before her.

William frequently cursed himself for being so inept at a seemingly endless number of things; for someone who spent so much time examining his own choices, emotions and anxieties, he was not any good at all at voicing any of them. He had come to see in Rosalie’s face when this was the case, when he had failed yet again to get his point across or ask his question without causing the woman he loved any unnecessary level of anxiety. Sighing heavily, he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes, slipping a finger in between pages for the lack of anything else to do ( and the need to have something to do. )

A slow nod was given in response and he sat up a little straighter, watching her intently as she spoke. He clung desperately to every word, searching for underlying meanings without awareness; predominantly though, his focus was on studying her features so that he might learn every inch of her by heart -- so that he could never forget. Blinking as if in shock, dark brows knitted and a subtle half-smile blossomed. William swallowed thickly, closing his hand around hers before rising from his own seat to take up the empty space by her upon the settee. Wordlessly, he freed his hand from Rosalie’s and snaked an arm around her waist, lips pressing delicate kisses to her forehead only to remain there for several beats. His eyes closed and body and mind overcome with exhaustion, he settled against her side and breathed a quiet sigh of relief. 

“I love you, so much.” He turned his head to kiss her cheek and wiped her tears away with a thumb. “I do not know what I would do without you, my love. Truly. No doubt I would be utterly miserable and bitter.”

[vandcrberg]

lcyalcne:

    ♛*° ─ her glass remained u n t o u c h e d for she did not have a taste for harsh liquors, finding the sweeter wines and ciders of italy more to her liking. still, it was hardly polite to remain sober whilst he grew more intoxicated ─ the glass was lifted to her lips and a sip was taken, nose scrunching up at the taste. “that is horribly vile. i would offer you my own glass but i fear it might hinder your ability to return to your rooms later. rosalie would never forgive me for that.” her smile was w a r m and gentle in light of his evident exhaustion ❪ be it mentally or physically, he seemed older than his years, weary ❫.“sometimes thoughts should not always make sense. you are allowed to share them with those you trust ─ it is not a good thing, keeping your demons to yourself.”

in truth, he had not noticed that her drink remained untouched -- unsurprisingly his own attention was focused intently upon the contents of his own glass and specifically how often they seemed to need replenishing. the number of refills had slipped his mind; but william had long ago managed to convince himself that it did not matter. what mattered was the effect that took place; the pleasant buzz and warmth was invaluable. another smile formed, disappearing just as quickly as it had come and accompanied by a soft, near inaudible laugh. “i thought the same at first,” a breath, “now i can barely stand anything else.” he propped an elbow upon the arm of the chair, chuckling. “no, no -- you would be fine. she would probably be very grateful for your keeping my company. which you are not obliged to do, i hope you’re aware.” he would hate to have given her such an impression. considering her question in thoughtful silence, william stretched with a slight wince. “it is expected that they should be kept to oneself... i’m not certain what good can come of burdening others with them.”

[vandcrberg]

queenxfroses:

Rosie was about to say he was frightening her. Had his mother caught ill as well? Would they be leaving to return to Holland after all? She was about to ask this, her heart breaking to the point she was sure he would be able to hear it as well. Or feel it through their joined hands. William may not be a man of many words but usually, if not always, could tell what he was thinking or have a clue but his expression was so… bleak and worried she couldn’t tell what it was about.

She watched as he moved the dress aside and they sat down. Still she had no clue as it why they would need to talk and over such an important matter. Hearing about a rumor she blinked, her mind going straight to her and Luca in the tree and herself in her under garments. She was surprised on how… bleak he seemed about such a thing. But true if one did not have the full story then yes it might have looked bad. “William,” she whispered, squeezing his hand before kissing it softly. She laid it in her lap, a small frown coming to her lips. “I know it may have looked bad but it was only Luca and me being silly. I only ripped off my skirts to climb the tree better. I pushed him into the mud and then the branch broke under my weight or… however but it was nothing. Old friends being together after a long time. I swear on it. I only love you, I only want you. If it offends you, I will cut back on my time with Luca.”

He came to understand a little more just why he preferred having the chance to plan what he was going to say; when it came to improvisation under extreme duress, usually William could get by -- years of tutoring had ensured that, but on this particular topic he found himself completely tongue-tied. His head lifted slowly as he pulled himself from his thoughts once more, brows drawn together and gaze falling once more to their linked hands. “What...?” He blinked thrice.

He shook his head, free hand coming to rest lightly upon her waist. “Oh, no, no, Rosalie... That is not what this is about. I know the two of you are great friends, and have been since you were young -- I’ve no quarrel whatsoever with you spending time with him, nor your antics... Though I might add you should perhaps be a little more careful.” Lifting both hands, he rubbed agitatedly at his eyes with the pads of his fingers and blew out a puff of air. “I cannot find a delicate way to say this -- I’m not certain what would be appropriate, or if indeed anything that I could say would be deemed appropriate or insensitive but I hope you understand that it is not my intention to appear so,” he paused for a breath and took up both of Rosalie’s hands once more, brown eyes meeting hers steadily. “One of the maids... I’ve forgotten her name, asked me a question earlier today. A few minutes ago, though it feels like an age; she asked me if you had recovered, if you were feeling well. I thought perhaps she meant after the raid, but my confusion may have been apparent because she clarified within an instant. My love, did something happen? Between my return to the battlefield and us meeting again here?”

[vandcrberg]

"i've never heard that one before."

“Oh, I think you may have Your Majesty,” a pause, he offered a warm smile. “Not the poem, perhaps; but I imagine you will be familiar with the figures involved – you’ll know them by different names, of course. Walewein is the Dutch translation.” William hesitated for a brief moment, long fingers tapping an idle rhythm upon the arm of his chair. “Gawain I think, is the name you use? He is your King Arthur’s nephew, in the tale. A Knight of the Round Table,” gaze dropping, he chuckled fondly. “My father had a very mixed response when he learned of my enjoyment for Arthur’s tales. Stories of chivalry and success in battle, he naturally encouraged… But he disliked my preferring English tales to those of my own country.”

[archimaps]

Inside the Gothic Hall of Kneuterdijk Palace, The Hague

[osmanblood]

"Do you love me?"

Rosie almost dropped the design she was sewing. She was before the fire in her dressing grown, trying to let go of the day’s events. She was so caught odd guard of the question her lips parted as she looked up to her husband. “No William I do not,” she stated softly. “Because rather I am in love with you.”

[vandcrberg]

He daren’t meet her gaze in the moments before her answer, only to have it happen entirely involuntarily in surprise at her response -- the book in his lap closed itself in his loosened grasp and glancing down, he cursed it quietly. “... Could you be so kind as to explain the difference to me?” William inquired softly, leaning to poke the fire into being a little more lively. “I’m not certain I understand it.” Turning the poker idly in his hand for a moment, he eventually sat back and returned his gaze to Rosalie.

[wnq-anonymous]

You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy.

(via hcathledger)

[vavaharrison]

[vandcrberg]

queenxfroses:

Rosie had grown tired of the gardens, surprisingly. She had been there day after day since arriving and she needed something else to do. Something useful and benefit someone other than herself. So when she awoke to William already gone she decided to finally unpack her things fully. She hadn’t before in hopes of them only being there for a few days or weeks but now it seemed they would be there for months if not over a year. She hated packing in general and usually would have her maids so such a task but she needed to do something with her hands.

She stared with her gowns, from simple everyday gowns to the formal ball gowns. And then it dawned on her, give away some gowns she no longer liked or were out of style to the people of Italy or send them back home for some of the lesser nobles at their court. She had just placed a gown in the keep pile when she heard the door. She blinked seeing her husband not excepting him and then let out a soft noise of surprise when he hugged her. She of course wrapped her arms around him, kissing his neck before she pulled back to look at him. “Is everything okay, dear?” She asked softly looking for any sign of injury on him.

In truth, he’d come to regret the decision he’d made of approaching her about the subject; a much more preferable way to spend this interaction would have been to watch her at work -- rifling through gowns and sorting them into separate piles for reasons as of yet unknown to him. Instead, the path he’d planned for himself was much more bleak; but it would allow him to find out if she was alright, and that was of the utmost importance to him -- her health and safety overruled everything else. William welcomed ( and was comforted by, which was a strange thing when it should be his to give out, rather than receive ) her reception of his embrace, long fingers carding gently through shining yellow curls.

He gazed at her for a little longer, utilising the break in conversation to try and gather his thoughts again -- something he seemed to be spending an increasing amount of time and energy doing. Finally, William released a shaky breath and laced his fingers with hers, gently moving a pink dress aside so that they could sit. Situating himself upon the edge of the bed, he turned to face Rosalie ( keeping her hand in his and administering a gentle squeeze ) and met her gaze. “This is not about me, my love. Rather,” a pause. “It is about you. And something that may have happened -- I should like to ask you about it, rather than rely on the words of staff.” Gossip was always ripe, though as much as he detested it, he could not help but hope the news he’d just been given was only a malicious whispering. That could be dealt with easily.

[vandcrberg]

"What are we doing here?" ( we haven't interacted but i thought that we can start)

He laughed softly and lifted both shoulders in a slightly over-exaggerated shrug. “The question of the hour, My Lady.” An ever-pertinent question, at that – whether one considered it in relation to their immediate surroundings, or to the realm of existence as a whole. “On the surface we are, of course, here to broker peace, strengthen alliances and perhaps even to heal damaged relations, but further than that… Well, I suppose we will have to wait and see.” It was a certainly strange thing to bear witness to, and even more strange to be part of something as loosely defined as the collection of countries in Rome. Nevertheless, he tried to appear as if his faith was intact. “We can hope for the outcome we desire, yes? And make use of ourselves somehow, I’m sure.”

[vandcrberg]

"Are you even listening to yourself?" { we haven't interacted yet but!! idc i'm sending u this anyway }

“I cannot help but think it would be a remarkable feat to ignore oneself,” dark brows lifted, alcohol-fuelled laughter escaping parted lips only to be subdued by another intake of whisky. His tired gaze met hers and William slumped in his seat, twirling the glass idly. “Unfortunately, as you say – I am indeed listening to myself. And from what I can gather I’m making very little sense; but that tends to happen when thoughts are voiced aloud as they come, no? I’m not overly familiar with the whole process as I much prefer keeping them to myself. For safe keeping, or something akin to that.”

[vandcrberg]

His day, as it had been since his arrival was planned out for him -- negotiations, informal meetings and whatnot; very rarely did he divert from the course set out before him, but extraneous events called for such a response. It was rude of him to dismiss the maid from whose lips awful revelations fell, in such a severe manner, but her words had left him reeling and with only one thing in mind; that he needed to find Rosalie. What he would say, or do when she had been found ( what could be done ? ) was unclear. 

William had always been the type to plan ahead, but it was impossible to do so when he could think only of one thing as he trawled the castle, praying he would find Rosalie alone and not amidst any company. Having tried elsewhere, he came finally to the small section of the castle that served as home, knocking thrice upon the door to their room before entering and finally having a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts when he saw her. A man of few words on a good day, William crossed the room in a few long strides and gathered Rosalie into his arms to hold in silence for several moments. Finally able to speak, he turned her to face him and cupped her cheeks. “Could I have a moment of your time?” @queenxfroses

[vandcrberg]

All the starter sentences I could find, alphabetized.

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[vavaharrison]

[vandcrberg]

qveenmtlda:

“ Mikael, hidasta. ” the Finnish queen called after her four-year son, a protective hand on her growing pregnant belly. “ please do not run too fast ! you’ll trip, my cub.” she sighed. when it got a little too much for mathilda, she signaled her ladies to go after him as she was afraid that if she pushed following after him, she’d strain herself out. “they grow up so fast.” the red head said to herself, looking melancholic watching her boy run from her ladies.

dark gaze trailed across the grounds to find the recipient of the finnish queen’s worry, features softening when he caught sight of the boy dashing about the grounds ( and away from the cohort of ladies tasked with catching him ) as he returned from his own venture into the gardens. william chuckled and smiled fondly, greeting his fellow monarch with a bow of his head. “that does look to be the case, but at least he seems entirely unaware and unbothered by it. how old is he?”