you are my hope

Philippe d´Orléans. Part of the Cousins War RP Group.  

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Heirs of Orléans. Hélene & Philippe.

[xorleansx]

Perhaps, he was a fool but so much has gathered inside of him that he had to let it out. It did not matter than the castle was full of people, that anyone could see them. She was his wife and he was ... now playing a part of a weak lord. It would be good if anyone would see him, now he even wished for it. At least, they would underestimate him and he would wait and wait like a predator and then he would bite them. It was pathetic how much he was glued to France but it was the only stability he had known now. After years of travelling across France, fighting on different fields he now felt like Avignon was the only safe place on Earth. He cherished the moments with his wife and children. He loved their smiles and the sound of their voices. A poetic experience for his heart.  Her touch made his body ease a little, he could feel the tension losing its grip. He looked up to look into her eyes. Always so deep so strange. He knew by now how scary they could be and how loving at the same time. She was surely right. Who betters understands women than a woman? How could he think otherwise? ‘I want him to be well again. Don`t we deserve to be happy? I would do anything for him to get well. ANYTHING’ 

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Heirs of Orléans. Hélene & Philippe.

[xorleansx]

Sometimes, he had to admit, his own wife scared him. When she was all fierce and protective he knew she would scare a skilled soldier away. It made him proud {and turned him on} but she was his lioness, he wondered whether if she was fighting alongside him in the war, how many men would die. But perhaps she was fighting her own battles back then. While he relied for help on God and medicine, she had her own sources which he had no idea about. Her warning words made him turn around, just to check whether someone was listening to them.  ‘You are right’ he nodded, lowering his voice. ‘But I still think ... there is so much danger around, we should leave as soon as possible.’ He took her hand, rather too fast, too harshly. ‘I wish we could leave right now’ a whisper that almost died in the hustle that was around them, he put his head on her shoulder listening to her angry voice, her breath.  ‘He does not’ he admitted, his head still on its place, his eyes looking at the wooden floor. ‘We are going riding tomorrow, him and the King of England. I do not think HE is interested in me or us at all.’ He said not realising that it didn`t even make sense. Why would someone who was not interested in him try to poison his son? But then he could be unaware of his wife`s plans? 

[xorleansx]

Philippe was not a particularly warm person to know. He was reserved and cold, perhaps not so much after a few glasses of wine but even that did not ensure your success to get to know the man behind the mask. He promised himself to ignore his family. Somehow anything royal made him even more bitter. He would rather be a peasant. In his head, they were more equal, less jealous,  more hardworking. But his heart was not made out of stone. He eased after a couple of moments in her presence. Perhaps because she so reminded him of his sister?  He nodded to her words of kindness. Of course, it was sad for him to lose his parents but it was not unexpected but he had to wonder what his aunt would say to that. Was his father close to his siblings when they were growing up? Was it the reason why Philippe was growing up with a feeling of resentment towards his cousins?  Her, sharing such a secret with him made him laugh a bit. She certainly did not hold the same resentment towards him. ‘I am glad you are happy and you will see that marriage will grow on you. Once children come, you will all be inseparable.’  He allowed himself to cheer up a little. Philippe always enjoyed talking about his family and her words only reminded him of them. Her excitement to assist him in his task was so precious to him. ‘I suppose, I would not mind a Spaniard’ which was odd to say considering the wars between the two countries but a good alliance was never a bad idea. ‘I simply wish it to be someone intelligent, noble and a man that will do no harm to her. A son of a king?’ Philippe did not even dare to think so highly. ‘I am not sure a king`s son would be interested in my sister. I would not even dare to think so but perhaps’ he smiled, trying not to sound so harsh. 

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Roleplayers. This is a totally OOC question but could you help me out with figuring this? {it is related to roleplaying}

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Philippe smiled over his remark. It was funny how obviously superior Louis was, not even by birth but also by the words that he had chosen. The best of troubadours could have been ashamed of their word choices. He could only imagine what an effect he would have on women, it was easy to imagine why he would be popular among the young but not among the old generation of politicians.  While his thoughts were being turned back to France and the court there, he was truly woken up from his thoughts with an unexpected offer. To go hunting with him? With both his king and his cousin? He was aware of how unusual the offer was. Philippe`s position in the royal hierarchy was far from important, he was a Duke but with plenty of the king`s brothers, his role was as important as the one of the French flag - a symbol. The offer was no matter of his own decision, perhaps it seemed as he had a choice but really, he knew he did not. Even if he didn`t want to, who would refuse an offer from the King? ‘That would be a huge honour, Your Majesty’ He did not mention the annoyance he felt that the English king would be present but at least the conversation would be split between several people. It was safer that way. 

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Kings & Beggars - Ai Vis Lo Lop

[xorleansx]

Growing up in a family where both your grandfather and your father {among with several uncles and cousins} were fighting in the war that seemed to never cease, growing up with a thought that you were supposed to hate your enemy - the psychological propaganda that they were worse, they were bad, they were here to only kill and rape the rest of your beautiful country you were eager to judge the others harshly.  Philippe loved his country and loved his people. He was not a bad person {though it was not up to him to judge} he really tried to change his patriotic view of things but there was a lot to learn.  His cousin still seemed to be a target of everything bad that happened. He was unsure of him, perhaps it was a joy to him that he finally had someone to blame, someone to complain about, someone to hate and fight against. A soul of a soldier. And her? She was English, she was beautiful, she was a stranger, she was a picture of war, of someone he used to fight against.  God was always his saviour, his advisor, his listener. Unlike his wife, he enjoyed His presence. Cathedrals, churches, chapels offered him a sanctuary. And now he found HER here. Why? Wasn`t she supposed to be Godless? But it was too late to run as she turned to face him. ‘Your Royal Highness’ he bowed respectfully. Opinions aside he knew his place. ‘I apologize for disturbing you, shall I leave?’ He asked believing that everyone deserved their peace while praying. 

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Heirs of Orléans. Hélene & Philippe.

[xorleansx]

He watched the tension in her body ease. They did not have to pretend in front of each other, at least not now. Philippe was always a bit reserved towards people, not the warmest guy under the Sun, not a villain but since battling in wars that tore the bodies, hearts and countries apart he grew quite resentful. He had to admit it was nice to have someone who he could share his annoyance with. To throw shade, to conspire with. How did he get so lucky in life?  The mention of their children created a natural reaction. Both of them were overly protective, even for their times, they would overcome the customs and would refuse to be separated apart more than necessary. Motherly love was not in fashion, a nursing lady, a governess and a childhood spent in another country or another region or household to learn some skills. Guillaume was still young to leave but each year a candle on his birthday cake was marking the time to decide. Philippe was to play his role of a strict father who hated his children, he was supposed to have them just to get an heir and yet he was fond of their plays, their imaginative worlds and when his older daughter invited him to her feast with her dolls and neighbour friends he was happy to oblige - bowing as if she was the queen and sipping the air as if it was the most of tasteful ales. But the reality was more worrying now. Guillaume not feeling well and them having to spend their time apart. Everything felt uncomfortable, not right, he was worried that something dark was coming. Not that he would believe in magic as that would be a sin but there was this feeling he could not name. ‘ I have told you, it was she who poisoned him.’ By her, he meant Louis` wife. Surely a woman who is yet to have her own son would be capable of that. 

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[xorleansx]

His annoyance with the English court grew with each passing day. The odd language that the servants were speaking, the relative lack of a proper library, way too many people walking the corridors of the palaces. He felt spied on, suspicious and unhappy about his days. Like a bird trapped in a cage. The weather allowed him to walk the gardens. Still a bit cold, he grew tired of rain and welcomed a bit of sunshine like a sunflower turning its head to the sun. He walked slowly but surely. He did not expect anyone to find here and yet her presence was not a surprise. They travelled by different carriages, at different times like two strangers yet they were family. His sister, being 13 years younger than himself played a very little role in his life. When he was leaving home to become a ward in the Duchy of Brittany she was yet to be born, a blissful gift from the God to his desperate parents and now she was here and he was to look after her, he was to play the role of a brother, a role he had never ever dreamt of preparing for. At her age, she was supposed to be married already and yet she was not, childless and unmarried it annoyed him how much attention she drew to herself. What was he to do with her? She just seemed to be so unknown to him and yet she was supposed to be his only living family - her and their royal cousins.  ‘So you are just going to admire the flowers? I would suggest a better time-passing activity, sister’ he said bitterly. 

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Heirs of Orléans. Hélene & Philippe.

[xorleansx]

Sometimes he had wondered whether he really knew her. There were times when he caught an unknown expression, there was always something different, fresh about her. Perhaps being married and being together for such a long time was not that bad after all. He had an ally in her. He knew she would always speak her mind and often her mind would be so different from his but she would be one of very happy few that he would actually listen to.  England was a trip he was not looking for. Especially considering that his days were spent inside of a palace. He would love to travel the country and see the North and the South. He wanted to see the wild Scots and go up there where they said people were still wild and free. The romantic dreams of a chevalier. But he knew it was impossible for the time given. They were bounded here because they were here to support the king, as a family as well as the representatives of his aristocracy.  The noblemen and women from foreign countries, no matter their rank behaved in a very similar to that of the Orleans - everyone was an enemy so there was no surprise that the atmosphere was rather unpleasant and awkward. ‘They all parade their richness’ if not in the presence of a lady he would spit over such arrogance. ‘I do not consider this journey a necessity, especially with Guillaume not feeling so well.” 

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[xorleansx]

The friendliness with which Louis was speaking to him almost made him angry. How dare he be so civil? How dare he be so charismatic and nice? He was certainly not making hating him easy or perhaps it was easy to impress Philippe? Was that enough? A fair man and he was ready to give up his ideas and dreams? How important were his own principles for him? How ready was he to truly destroy the monarchy? He wondered whether Louis spoke to him from the position of a king or a cousin. Which role was he to play now?  ‘Maybe, Sire but I am yet to see England beyond these walls. I haven`t even ridden a horse here nor have I visited a proper forest.’ He could not ask him out, the protocol dictated them a certain procedure. He was nothing but a Duke and he was nothing more than a cousin. Truth be told, Philippe was dying to visit some other places than London or the palace that they were staying at. How did people live? What was there to discover? 

[xorleansx]

Having her hand on his arm eased him a little. She was like a little dove. There was this certain innocence that made men overly protective, Anne-Lucille was undoubtfully beautiful and also allured incredible kindness that he wondered whether they were ever close as children. How many times did they meet and did they even? He was sure he would have remembered that but somehow his memory was blurry, perhaps by his own choice.  He did not remember who did she marry but it was surely someone very important. After all, didn`t they all marry someone important? Didn`t they all just fulfil their duties? It was not the time for crying over his life, not now, not here. He smiled when she mentioned her parents. ‘Send them my best regards’ he said with a more cheerful smile. ‘My dear parents have died but they had a wonderful life.’ He was the duke after all and one did not become one without inheriting the title. His father was a respectful man, a good one, not anyhow different than another father in that time. Not very present until his adulthood, he simply wished his life was longer so that he could get to know him better. His mother was like a beautiful picture on the wall. Kind eyes and smile but he never got the chance to discover what kind of a woman she was as she died when he was 15 and living as a ward at the court of Brittany.  ‘May I be so daring and ask whether someone has already stolen your heart?’ he used the romantic phrasing of the troubadours though he knew that it was people with their social status would marry out of love but maybe she`d be lucky enough to fall in love gradually? ‘Excuse me for being too curious but I must ask. Time flies so fast and perhaps you could help me find a suitable husband for my sister?’ 

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There were very few people that would be able to say they knew Philippe or had known him in his youth. He was not the one to keep fake friendships or fake relationships in the slightest. Maybe it was his belief that he was not worth any relationships, maybe he simply didn`t want anyone to know him anymore. Maybe he simply strongly believed that people change and it was not necessary to keep pretending like he was the same man as 15 years ago. He was no longer 17, his hair no longer blonde and curly and his body was not of a skinny tall boy. He was more muscular, his voice less shaky, he was not the same.  The face he saw in front of him wasn`t the same either. She was no longer an awkward girl either. A woman, confident, beautiful and so different and familiar at the same time. What was with poor Philippe being surrounded by strong women? As a young man he kind of feared Anne, she was so much more than him. She seemed to be cleverer, more able, more natural in being a perfect noble lady while he was clumsy as a dancer, as a lord or as anyone, really. His eyes brightened when he recognized her. He would almost hug her if only the decorum allowed that. ‘Lady Anne’ he breathed out more than said ‘what a pleasant surprise’ and this time he was not even lying. ‘tell me, tell me, how are you.’ he screamed with excitement. 

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she’s dressed in her most beautiful pink dress, the silk fabric clinging to her perfectly imperfect shape. and while there is a soft smile gracing her features, her eyes are not smiling. there’s almost no light in them. how can she enjoy even a second of this court gathering, when she the reason they are all here is the death of queen mother margaret? she does not understand how a death can be the reason for anyone’s happiness? and in times like this, the infanta feels almost like a child with her perfectionist way of thinking. utopia is not an option. a glass of wine is in the princess’s hand and she takes a small sip. she’s lost in thought, wondering when will she meet the prince she’s supposed to marry, when will she see her father, when will she see a known face? it is truly a curse to be surrounded by people and feel alone at the same time, the princess feeling like her own freedom is slipping through her fingers. costança only then realises, she’s bumped into someone, almost spilling her wine on them. the brunette glances up, aquamarine hues taking in the appearance of the person before her. “i promise, that’s not how we greet people in aragon. do excuse me, please?”

[xorleansx]

Wandering the halls of the court, it was not usual for him to be interested in someone, everyone seemed boring, the same. Women trying to look their best, it was obvious who was married and who was looking for a good catch. Such a desperate game of seduction. It was funny watching people behaving according to their basic instincts. This girl was no different, at least in her looks, pretty as a picture, young, charming, too ready to be the perfect princess that everyone desired but it was hard not to notice that she was a bit lost. Was it her first time being here in England? He could not help but feel brotherly compassion for her.  And while he was never the one to start conversations he wanted to greet her but as he was heading to finally make a proper introduction she disappeared only to be found seconds ago right in front of him.  ‘oh’ he said at first before realising he was standing in front of the lady and he finally bowed in front of her ‘my lady, it was my mistake. philippe if I may introduce myself at such an awkward moment’ he gave her one of his best smiles.