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rosalie di notte, erik magnusson, beatrice valois, theodor vasa as loved by sleepy

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thewinterssoldierr‌:

Female Awesome meme 4/10 females in a movie: Sarah Gadon as Mirena in Dracula Untold

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morethanatitle‌:

She could feel her question made the woman uncomfortable. Maybe she had crossed a line. “Forgive me, milady. I did not mean to overstep. Shall we change the subject? Or perhaps I should take my leave?”

she went to lick her lips but shook her head at the other. “i am sure you are just asking what everyone else is thinking, and i cannot be bad at that,” she offered, giving her a smile. “go on, ask me what you wish.”

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morethanatitle‌:

“It is alright. I am just surprised that Svala never told you about how I came to caring for your daughters.” Her stern look soften as she released her crossed arms. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” A small smile came to her face as he offered to join. “Of course. Are any of your men skilled in archery? I could use some help inn that area.”

how the consort was intrigued, he turned to the blonde. “now you have my attention,” erik said, returning to his bow and arrow, he took aim and released the bow, it landed in the middle of the bark. “usually svala and i do not speak of politics, or she allows people who enter the court to tell me their backstory themselves, i do not wish to have information people have told her in secret. but yes my men are skilled in archery. i am sure they would be honored to help you.”

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buonoroberto‌:

Robbie knew he had been unnecessary cruel to her. She surely had not known the information when he met her back then and all he did was to show her how terrible he was, how cruel and unkind. He wanted to get her out of the castle, the city, God knows he even thought of having her thrown in jail and her children taken to convent. He was furious. His father making decisions for him as always but also what kind of decisions. He was to marry a woman who was unofficially his stepmother? And why? So that her children would be safe? So that she would be safe? Or because his father thought she would make a good queen? 

They had not met for weeks. He had been travelling Italy and meeting his kinsmen and well wishers. He loved travelling and he loved meeting people and learning their trade. Plus, Robbie was more about social system and business than court life and entertainment. But even when he was back he avoided her. Sometimes he heard a laugh coming from his brother`s or sister`s lips and he changed directions - no, let`s go and meet in the library instead. He tried to kill that feeling of shame that he had in himself. She had never been unkind to him and never took money from his father. He knew in his heart, their love was genuine but he still could not forgive him exactly for that. Because he LOVED her. She wasn`t a simple mistress and that was her crime. 

But when he saw the royal nanny playing with the children, he could not help himself but watch at his little siblings. They were sweet, just one year apart they looked like triplets, golden hair and blue eyes. All of them resembled their mother though he was sure if he looked close there would be a bit of his father as well. They seemed to be taken by the game and he was not here to disturb them. He wondered what they thought of this whole situation. What did their mother tell them? And did they missed their father as much as he missed him? Suddenly he felt an urge to go to them and swing them in the air the same way his father did. Robbie never felt like a man to marry. He doubted anyone could love him but he always enjoyed the company of children. Perhaps because deep down, he could be funny and playful and really relaxed and with children he didn`t have to worry about what people would say. But he didn`t have the courage to go to them. It was Rosalie who didn`t let him escape. He noticed her and the moment he did, he knew she noticed him as well. Too late to run away as she was coming to him with her children. He bowed to the greeting. ‘My ladies, gentlemen.’ 

He was sure Rosalie had heard about the will by now. He was told by his Ministers that they needed dowry to be granted. He accepted that as while the country was starving, he knew he could find money somewhere else rather than beg her to give him some back. ‘Are you enjoying the gardens?’ He did not want to speak in front of their mother but the suspense was killing him. ‘How about a game of hide and seek?’ He offered to the little ones. He hoped at least that would give them some time to talk. 

rose wondered if she had all the cards in her hard. but lucky for robbie she had never been skilled in poker or political matters. even with her late husband she would sit there like an obedient wife wondering when the yelling and booze would stop so she could go to her children or be with the ladies. but she was surprised their routes crossed with him traveling. rose and her children enjoyed traveling as well but she had been trying to avoid him.

she smiled to him, allowing her children to answer that they were and hoped the king was in fine health before she told them to go and play before lunch was ready. she watched them for a moment, nerves rising in her neck before she turned to the king. she had seen him before he came over, watching his half siblings and she might have even stopped a slight smile from him. it warmed her, maybe there was still hope for robbie.

“may we walk, majesty?” she asked, turning her body towards a travel in the garden before she turned back to look at him and smile. she wanted to get this done with. and she didn’t allow the king to respond she started walking, it was a game she used to play with roberto and she wondered if his son would play along.

she heard or hoped for footsteps before she opened up with the weather. “its so glorious here in rome, its so much sunnier here or i wonder if rome is happy to have its king here.” flattery seemed to always work with robbie.

“i do have a question, majesty,” she whispered, she truly almost felt as though she might faint. “i have heard rumors, and someone who was close to your father told me you and i were to marry?”

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doctor-marquis‌:

MALEC WAS relieved when Beatrice did not immediately shy away from his touch. So often lately she had denied him this simple contact. At first, it had clearly been because she was self-conscious of her body, but it had grown beyond that. There was a wall between them that made it feel impossible to reach each other sometimes. But for now, that wall seemed to be crumbling as she finally leaned in to his touch for the first time in weeks. He dashed the tears away from her cheeks, and his heart simultaneously wrenched and relaxed to hear her say she missed him. His biggest fear in following her had been that his presence would be unwanted.

Still, he knew her well enough to know that she was hiding something, leaving something left unsaid. He brushed the tears from her eyes and titled her head up to look at him. He met her eyes earnestly and full of concern. “It’s me, cherie, you don’t have to hide, ” He told her sweetly, his eyes searching hers so desperately. When they’d first gotten together, she would tell him anything, he never had to pry. Now, however, it was like pulling teeth to get her to admit her feelings. He broke eye contact for a moment, knowing that the fault was not only hers, He sighed and relented, “I’m sorry we fought, Trish. I shouldn’t be so hard on you. I’m not your keeper.”

how long since she had embraced him? without him having to embrace her because she was hitting his strong chest? all the fights seemed stupid now as she could not remember what a single one had been about. more than likely their child. she gripped his coat, crumpling the fabric with her fingers, something she always did when she didn’t want him to go away or leave her. 

she relaxed feeling his arms around her body, but still the sobs came from her mouth. she had bottled up these emotions for too long and she was sure malec had bottled some up too. there had been fighting and yelling but no tears. she dug her face deeper into the curve of his neck, their marriage was so new and already they were challenged with a lost of a child. she shook her head and pulled back.

“please be angry with me,” she sobbed, her face now red and her nose running from the emotion. she pulled back, her breaths coming in shallow burst. “i lost...” but she couldn’t speak anymore her sobs over coming her.

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buonoroberto‌:

Robbie watched the skilled doctor with interest. He was quick and precise. He knew what to do, he did not hesitate. Of course, why would he hesitate when he was a doctor? But he seemed young and well respected. At least all people in the room did exactly what they were supposed to. No one dared to question his judgement. Definitely not Robbie. A man who respected the work of medicine and science. He liked herbs and all there was to admire about healers but doctors were on different level. Unless they took their knives and scary looking instruments, in that case Robbie had decided he would rather die being drugged with an unknown plant than helped with a strangely looking knife-like instrument. But this wasn`t the case. The doctor seemed to ease the man`s pain. At least, his breathe was much more regular. 

He sent the men away. Robbie whispered to the boy - go. But the young son did not want to leave his father. It took a bit of persuading. Robbie did not wish to yell, he understood the boy`s need to be there. Robbie, himself, did not see his father before his death, before he took the last breath. But he is not going to die, he said to the boy. And his tone for once so confident the boy listened and soon there were only three men in the room. One of them asleep and the other two looking at each other. Yet, there was no uneasiness. The man in front of him was already a hero in the eyes of the King. ‘Segnore, I thank you for saving the life of my horseman. I would hate to have my journey spoilt by death. May I know who I am to be thankful to?’ He required about his name. 

The men were surely shouting something about a Marquis someone, something but Robbie was not listening, too concentrated on not losing the old man`s life. Maybe if he had he would have realised where he was but nothing could have prepared him for what was to come. ‘I admire your work.’ he added to his questions. Perhaps it was better to say before he would uncover that such compliments were not coming from a simple grateful merchant but from the lips of the King. 

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beatrice was not sure on what was happening, her stomach still ached from time to time and with malec moving so sharply it caused an ache to begin. they felt like cramps she had been getting every month for past a decade now but with more pain. she mumbled to him something of bastard when he came to kiss her forehead. she reached out to him trying to pull him back but she missed and with the door closed the room was back to darkness. she moved over to his side, taking in his scent but too soon the bed was cold and her pain too powerful to ignore anymore.

she got up, her slippers on and her dressing down. she knew where to find him, the only reason he was up was because of a patient. she wished she could make a household rule of not waking him up but she knew if the patient died malec would never forgive herself. 

she knew the guard at the door, but not the men the men got up questioning who she was. she pushed him back, spitting to him in french before changing to english on how dare he touch her a princess and the wife of the man her husband was helping. she glared to them but thanked her own servant on allowing her in.

through her pain she was not able to see who was on the table. her hand on was her stomach, pressing in allowing some of it to go away before she rubbed her eyes as she spoke. “malec you bastard,” she started, yawning in the process. “the bed is cold and there’s pain...” she trailed off seeing who was sitting on malec’s table. a king, she now knew. and a king she had been betrothed to.

she stood there for a moment, just staring at the king. “well, well,” she started out. “long time your majesty. i see you have met my husband?” // @doctor-marquis​

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morethanatitle‌:

“I am quite low on furs at the present moment,” she replied. “But it is still quite early in the day. I would be able to go into town and fetch some for you. I do have plenty of cream colored fabric already.” She continued with her work as she spoke. “Once I finish these and your ladies have finished, I would like to take some measurements, if that is alright with you. Cloaks are easy for me to make, so I could have it ready first thing tomorrow morning.”

beatrice watched the maid as she worked and was able to speak. she had long ago lost the skill of being able to do both. she went to look out the window lost in thought about her childhood and her husband before she turned back to the other. she nodded, she already had her measurements written down but anything to keep her day filled. she had been sitting too much lately on the recommendation of her husband but she was going mad. “could i join you in town?” beatrice asked, her eyes pleading with the other. “please.”

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svalaofnorway‌:

he was more than sure if people knew of their sex life they would be seen as weird beyond reason. the teasing, the biting, everything of it but erik would not change one thing of it all. svala was not his first but he was thankful of her being his last and only from the moment they kissed for their wedding. he pushed her back by placing his hand on her breast but met her lips with a french kiss of his own. 

and in that moment he was sure he would come all over her, he was never for masturbating without her and his body had been missing her. how much he wasn’t sure until his lips touched her’s.

he pushed back, his eyes filled with lust as his hand was met with her heat, god. “hm,” he whispered, pressing warm kisses to her collarbone. “one of us is far too dressed for this though. he pulled his hand back and worked on her shirt before he easily ripped her shirt not in the mood to deal with the lace of her back. 

and seeing her body his member went from semi to hard. she truly was a goddess. he dipped down again, pressing kisses to her neck before nibbling at the skin.

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regiavitae‌:

“It’s not long until Charles is of age to rule and we really get our life back,” Krisina said smiling. She loved her country and would do her duty to her father, but she looked forward to going back to her private life. 

theodor nodded to his wife, he walked up to her, pushing back a piece of her blonde hair. “and what will be the first thing we do with out freedom?” he asked softly, a hint of a smile coming to his lips.

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svalaofnorway‌:

Svala nodded, “Yes, we are. I have been working on an alliance with your wife.” She smiled, “it makes no sense for us to be against each other, especially now that our people have already gone through so much.” She looked out over the waters remembering her travels to and from Sardinia for a moment. “We can assist each other rather than live in our fathers’ foolish quarrel.”

theodor took to politics like a fish but the respect of his wife was greater, he only said things when he was angered, they disrespected his wife or he was asked point blank. it took years but in his age theodor had years of experience. and he did not sit in to all meetings so it was not surprised to him that he did not know of an alliance. 

he hummed and nodded, his peaceful morning somehow turned to politics, but he was not surprised. “i only met my wife’s father a handful of times,” he started out. “and he was a foolish man, and not a bright king. the things he left my wife with.” he shook his head. “i am glad we can agree, on an alliance. are negotiates going well?” 

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doctor-marquis‌:

MALEC WAS relieved when Beatrice did not immediately shy away from his touch. So often lately she had denied him this simple contact. At first, it had clearly been because she was self-conscious of her body, but it had grown beyond that. There was a wall between them that made it feel impossible to reach each other sometimes. But for now, that wall seemed to be crumbling as she finally leaned in to his touch for the first time in weeks. He dashed the tears away from her cheeks, and his heart simultaneously wrenched and relaxed to hear her say she missed him. His biggest fear in following her had been that his presence would be unwanted.

Still, he knew her well enough to know that she was hiding something, leaving something left unsaid. He brushed the tears from her eyes and titled her head up to look at him. He met her eyes earnestly and full of concern. “It’s me, cherie, you don’t have to hide, ” He told her sweetly, his eyes searching hers so desperately. When they’d first gotten together, she would tell him anything, he never had to pry. Now, however, it was like pulling teeth to get her to admit her feelings. He broke eye contact for a moment, knowing that the fault was not only hers, He sighed and relented, “I’m sorry we fought, Trish. I shouldn’t be so hard on you. I’m not your keeper.”

they knew each other, they could speak to each other without even speaking. she looked to his eyes, finally and he knew she was holding back. was this the time to finally clear the air? she loved her husband, more than anything in this world, or well maybe their baby in the ground but she couldn’t allow herself to live in pity the rest of her life. it was hard to come to terms with that there would be other children, hopefully. she reached up, her fingers trailing across his five o’clock shadow. more tears came to her skin as she opened her mouth to speak. 

“i’m sorry,” she whispered finally, her pride swallowed. she should have spoken the words weeks ago, she had been in far too prideful to speak it. “i’m sorry i lost your child malec. i.... you should blame me, i blame me. please don’t spare me anything, malec. please, if you hate me for the rest of your life, i wouldn’t...” she stopped sobbing into her husband’s strong chest.

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@buonoroberto​

she sat dumbstruck as roberto’s old advisor sat across from her. she was to marry his son? and a dowry? she kept blinking at the papers, she was a simple women and this was far from that. long ago at the beginning of it all she had wished to marry the king, and it seemed god had granted that wish just a generation too late. she had never wanted to be a queen just a wife, she had told roberto time and time again if he wished to marry her, she just wanted to be his wife and not crowned queen. she was sure now, if his son actually did carry these wishes she would in fact be a queen.

and then it all made sense to her as to why robbie had asked her if she wished to go away and live in the house in the countryside, and why he had been so cruel to her. she got up and thanked the advisor for his honesty and kindness to her through this all. she knew she would be walked all over if she would become queen. 

she didn’t know what to do with this information, who could she turn to? how would her children react to this? they would still be bastards but if the lord gifted robbie and her with a child or children they would be legitimate while they always would have the whispers traveling behind them. roberto must have been insane or at the end of his life when he wrote this will.

she didn’t want to go to the king right away. and with that she kept it herself for days after knowing the information, she didn’t seek out the king and neither did he with her. but finally even with the size of the court they crossed paths. rosalie came out to the gardens to allow the nanny to take a break when she found the king walking through the gravel paths. “majesty,” rosalie greeted, bending her leg as her children did all greeting the king with their own majesty. 

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doctor-marquess‌:

MALEC AND THE DAUPHINE had been at odds when she’d left. Since the miscarriage, they had been at odds a lot, and it was becoming harder and harder for Malec to recall the carefree days of stolen moments in her bedroom all those months ago. It was a bittersweet pill and Malec could never stop wondering if this was God’s punishment for their indiscretions. Once upon a time, the doctor had believed that their match was God-made, but he knew now that he had been playing with fate, and it had humbled him by giving him everything he ever wanted, only to take away the only thing that truly mattered. The loss of their child had rocked both of them deeply, and Malec, as always, had tried to support his wife as well he could. But since they’d gotten back, it seemed that her attitude with him had only worsened and her recklessness persisted. And where he had once looked on these things with playful fondness, his patience had waned, and worried after her constantly. His temper had grown thin, and he often found himself chastising her. He could never quite stop wondering, if she’d been less reckless, would they even be in this place?

This had all led to another petty fight the night Beatrice decided she needed to visit court. Malec never liked to let her go far, always worried she would harm herself when there was nothing he could do about it, but he also knew she needed space. She had needed a lot of space lately, but Malec had studied the science of the mind, and he knew giving it to her was important. Still, it was so different to treat one’s soul when the subject was your love, and no matter what he tried to do to soothe her it never seemed quite right. And so, against every fiber of her being, he had let her go. But it had only taken a day before he’d grown anxious and decided to follow her. He didn’t like them feeling so disconnected, and he liked it even less with cities between them.

It was mid-day when Malec arrived in Versailles from Calais, and he quickly inquired after his wife as soon as he dismounted his horse. Normally he would take to untacking it himself, but he was to anxious to see her, and so this one time allowed the stableboy to do his job, and tipped him generously for it. Then he ventured out into the gardens where he’d been told she’d been seen to be heading. As he came outside, he spotted her instantly, not far out, and went to her immediately. he hoped she would be delighted by the surprise of seeing him, but he didn’t know. It wasn’t the same between them as it once was. He approached her calmly, not waning to startle her, but as he grew close, he noticed her shoulders shaking in the unmistakable tell of tears. he broke into a run, circling around to stand in front of her. He knew she would be shocked by his sudden appearance, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to take care of her.

“Trish,” He called to her, voice wrought with worry. As he came to stand in front of her, he cupped both her cheeks softly in his hands, “Whatever is wrong, my love? I’m here now.”

beatrice wasn’t used to being alone. growing up she had her family and her small group of friends, and when she entered italy she found malec. and never before had she felt so loved. that is what had been missing throughout her life, love. she took to him like a fish who needed water, she felt as though god somehow had brought them together, but what if god was now punishing them? that is what beatrice feared, all because she fell in love. maybe she should have married the new king of italy. but now she would be viewed as used goods, she and malec had been sexually active since way before their marriage. 

she had wanted nothing more than to stop crying before the footsteps came closer but somehow when they broke into a run she knew it was malec. it was only a matter of time before one caved and went to the other. she was surprised it was malec who caved and only a day after she arrived at court. he must have rode hard to get to her so fast. 

but tears still came down her cheeks as he circled her. she was surprised once more as malec took her cheeks into his hands. it was her own doing to not allow him to touch her, it felt nice to once again feel his touch. she closed her eyes for a moment, letting go of all the pain and suffering for a moment and feel what she did the first time she met him. the fire within her cheek and the pounds of worry within her chest done.

she opened her eyes and once again it all came back to her. the months of distance, pain, crying and yelling. she wasn’t even sure her own parents had yelled this much during their marriage or her father yelling at her telling her she would marry the crowned prince. 

how could she tell him what was wrong? their son was in the ground, and it was her fault, she knew it. she knew malec knew it, how were they suppose to get back to how they were? if they could? she lied right then and there. “i have missed you,” she whispered. she didn’t go to look into his eyes as she once had, but allow her cheeks to be touched by malec. and then she thought how long had it been since they made love, before they were making it multiple times a week. was this the missing piece? she didn’t know, she wasn’t sure of anything anymore.

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