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ironvcincd:

      gaspar watched her for only a short moment before looking away. he didn’t want to be caught staring. he turned his attention to the book only to run his fingers over the tattered cover. he knew it had been read before, many of times. that was evident by the ripped and torn thing in his hands. at her question, he looked up once again before speaking, the smile still evident yet rather than it being bright and bold, it was genuine. he didn’t speak much about his reading as many didn’t enjoy it as much as he. “t’is called the prince.” he nodded, before continuing on with a sigh. “i didn’t get very far… it was quite boring.” although the king enjoyed reading, allowing his mind to grow with each new word and each new character, he hated when a book couldn’t keep him interested. “tells the story of power and how people will do anything to achieve it. you may borrow it, if you wish…” he stood from his seat, book in hand, before moving forward and holding the small thing out for her. 

     it wasn’t every day that catalina was actually interested in the things other people had to say. usually, she just had to seem intrigued to keep up an act but while watching the king speak, she was truthfully gripped by the topic of a simple book. she was taken aback when he offered it to her, the surprise evident from her agape mouth. she tried to speak but all she could muster was a nervous chuckle. “but your majesty, if you claim it was boring..” the brunette trailed off. catalina bit down on her lip and stared at the book as if there was a battle going on in her head. eventually, she gave in. “thank you sire.” she nodded, carefully taking it from him. slender fingers brushed against the outline of it’s title. “machiavelli.” she muttered to herself. she looked back up intently and said, “the author, i mean. that’s the author. i heard he passed 5 years before it was published.” a small frown etched pink lips. “i’ve known authors that have dedicated their whole life to writing simply one book. i couldn’t imagine spending my years doing something only to die before seeing it come to life.”

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ironvcincd:

     “i’m not hungry,” he admitted, his voice gruff. usually when he said no, others scurried away without looking back but when the door didn’t close once again, he looked up only to see her. when his focused on the woman, a small smile formed on the kings lips. he’d seen the woman prior and found her…  bonita. something about her, something he couldn’t quite understand. “you can set the food down if you wish,” he motioned towards the table in front. 

     catalina tried not to look too surprised. she had seen the portugal king before and it was ODD to ever see that man with a smile. though her eyebrows furrowed a bit, the small gesture was brushed off and the handmaiden nodded in response. “yes, my lord.” she moved towards the table and set the tray down gently. her eyes caught a momentary glance at the book in his hand but it was long enough to peak the brunette’s interest. she hadn’t been able to read a book in awhile and strangely enough, being in it’s presence brought memories of her mother: the woman who’d gone against social standard’s and taught catalina how to even read. “forgive my curiosity, sire,” she paused and motioned towards the book. “but may i ask what you are reading?”

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ironvcincd:

        gaspar sat, a book in hand as his eyes read the words. he needed QUIET TIME. he was tired of having people dote after him. usually when he needed to get away, he hid in his own private room but in portugal but here? here he had to do with what he had. taking a deep breath, his dark hues rolled when he heard a knock on the door, looking up from the book.

       “what?” his voice was harsh, waiting for the person to enter.

     the handmaiden cursed loudly in her head. she regretted taking kitchen duty that night, now she was stuck serving food to a king who seemed like he didn’t want the company. she opened the door with one hand and held the tray in the other, a sheepish smile creeping on her lips as she revealed herself. “sire.” both hands were gripped around the tray now, legs bending into a low curtsy. “i’m sorry if i have bothered you, your majesty. i was told to give his highness supper.” catalina stood there almost awkwardly, waiting for his response. oh, it was times like this where the young brunette wished she didn’t have to keep up her dreadful act.

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      there are three rules in the assassin handbook: ONE, do not let your emotions cloud your judgement, TWO, always finish the job, and THREE, look at rule number one. only three rules she had trained herself to follow and yet in the short time she’d been at french court, catalina had already broken all three. because once you break the first, and also the most important, rule of them all, the scattered puzzle pieces in your mind come together and create something that wasn’t there before: a conscious. and to think, this all happened because of a certain estonian duchess. perhaps if catalina hadn’t fallen for the young blonde that things would be different           that she’d still be killing mercilessly without an image of blanche’s disapproving expression flashing through her head. but now she was here, standing on the balcony where they’d first met and thinking of only her. muffled voices emitted from the inside of the castle but other than that, there were just chirping crickets and still trees to keep her company. catalina continued to stare out into the sunset until the sound of tapping feet caught her attention. after turning her head and catching a glimpse of golden hair, it didn’t take long to realize who it was. ( speak of the devil ). catalina turned her attention back to the horizon and pursed her lips tightly, trying not to allow a reaction to spill out of her. “your grace.” her tone was sharp and cold. “perhaps you should be attending to your quarters now. it is getting quite dark and i’m not so sure that with the recent events, a woman of your standing should be out here at night.” 

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i just got home from an ensemble performance and i swear to god i am so lucky that i did not pass out on stage bc damn those lights were bright. anyways, i don’t think i can get to replies tonight but i think tomorrow night i’ll be less tired and more free??? i think idk my mind is TRASH. but ye, i’ll still be lurking n stuff so if anyone hasn’t plotted w me yet or just wants to plot a lil more(bc y not???), i’m here!

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ladyorlov:

french court was not a place liliya was familiar with which only resulted in wrong turns and odd corridors in her search of the palace. the castle was large and frankly kind of intimidating for her, she was so out of court life these days. three years away from her own court meant the russian was lacking in certain graces. but mostly, she was just lost. written clear on her face as she wanders the stone hallways, head craning back and forth as she tries to place where she might be. “it all looks the same. i am in some maze meant to confuse me until i die of frustration.” now she’s talking to herself.

     oh, how catalina hated her unfamiliar surroundings. a fowl expression spread across her face as she continued down the seemingly infinite hallway. however luxurious and grand french court may have been, the size, combined with the foreignness of the building, made it a labyrinth for those who’ve yet to become accustomed to it’s stone walls. spanish court had a much more desirable place in her heart, even if she wasn’t allowed to bask in it’s splendor for too long. her fast pacing came to a slow stop after hearing what appeared to be frustration. the handmaiden took a few steps back and stood at the start of another hallway, head inclined towards the young brunette. “forgive me if i’m wrong, but are you lost, my lady?”

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fleurdemini:

                          how amusing. either she was being truthful , && honestly didn’t remember him , or she was pretending. either way , he was entertained ; perhaps the night wouldn’t be as dull as he’d been expecting. “ oh-ho ?  ”  his chest rumbled with laughter , his eyes still darkly amused. “ first you make a mess , && now you are telling a king that that he is wrong. how brazen of you              you must be feeling quite confident. ”  a servant passed by , bowing respectfully && offering a tray of drinks. alexios took one , righting himself to stand tall again. “ i was unaware servants acted in such a way. ”  he put emphasis on the word , making his skepticism of the truthfulness of that title crystal clear. he didn’t believe in coincidences , && this would be considered a pretty big one if it were true. it wasn’t like he was thinking she were here because he was or anything , but being still in the dust of the passing war , he was suspicious of everything.

     and suddenly, catalina had a profound yearning to be in her previous state: kneeling before an obnoxious nobleman and cleaning up a mess that wasn’t entirely her fault. at least the former man was frank about his crudeness        now she was here, stuck in a game of “when will she break” with a king whom intentions were absolutely unknown to her. chestnut orbs threatened to fall into a piercing glare but she fought away the compulsion and instead, plastered on faux confusion. “it is not confidence, your highness. that would look quite different.” there was more sharpness in her voice then she meant to let on. “it was simply my clumsiness and my memory, though i suppose if your majesty has thought to have seen me somewhere, then you are right         forgive me, perhaps it is i that’s been mistaken.” catalina rested both hands calmly in front of her skirt and added, “have you been to spain, sire? i am her royal highness’s handmaiden, maybe we have crossed paths there?” lie, lie, lie.

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fleurdemini:

                   there was no doubt in his mind , now ; it was certainly her. she had a sort of dark beauty that was easy to spot , && he wondered at the chances of meeting her again in a place such as this. he hummed in acknowledgement of her thanks , bemused by her behavior. he leaned down && took her hand in his much larger one , lifting it to press a light kiss to her knuckles. his face was directly before hers now , a slight smirk on his lips as his light gaze danced mischievously. “ i appreciate your words , though they are a bit overshadowed by the fact that you do not seem to remember me. ”  granted , his clothing && overall appearance was much different from the last time she’d seen him             not to mention the fact he was back in king mode ; he was putting on an act , && he pulled it off very well. his sharp gaze seemed to see everything , && he was tempted to believe she was faking ignorance             so he waited patiently to see how she’d react , remaining in her personal space , not seeming to care about their surroundings.

     blood rushed to her cheeks as the king’s lips pressed against her knuckles. the pinkish hue appearing on her tanned skin was evidence of catalina’s embarrassment        not by his actions, however bold they might’ve been, but by his words. she had been caught in a lie. her first instinct was to say something smart, though she thought otherwise and held her tongue: the assassin was playing a role at court that couldn’t be tarnished by a one night stand. “why sire,” she uttered, “i am sure i’d recognize his majesty anywhere if i’d seen him before.” her voice was cool and steady, despite the rapid beating of her heart. she kept her seemingly unaware facade and glanced around the room, trying to spot anyone who looked interested in her conversation. thankfully, everyone else looked preoccupied. catalina looked back at the man standing before her and offered him a tight-lipped smile. “after all, what matters would a king such as yourself have with me? perhaps you’ve been mistaken, your majesty.”

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rcyalist:

“he is quite vile,” she spoke with a small sigh. though he was hardly the first vile man nadya had ever encountered. “some forget that with power comes great responsibility. a queen is supposed to be gracious and kind.” or at least that’s what she believed. her mother had been a gracious queen, and that’s how nadya believed every queen should be.

     "my lady, i fear that my job does not always entitle me to the kindness you speak of.” a warm smile adorned the brunette’s face. “and although i will admit it can be quite harsh, it has also taught me strength. so there’s no need to worry about me, miss.” catalina motioned towards the window and added, “besides, i should be grateful for my work here at the castle. life outside these walls can be, if not more, cruel.”

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fleurdemini:

                          hmm ?  his attention was drawn to a somewhat small commotion , eyes narrowing as he watched the scene unfold. ugh , men like that were one of the many reasons he found himself more often ashamed than not of his royal blood. … wait a moment. that woman looked familiar. if he recalled correctly , he’d bed her some time ago while he was still in his homeland ; although , he’d been quite boozed up at the time , so he could just be mistaken. regardless , the whole event was making him sick , && he crossed the distance between himself && the pair with authoritative ease. he didn’t know the man , && didn’t care to find out            he was a king , && he’d be in control here. he came to a stop directly in front of the bothersome man , looking down his nose at him. their heights weren’t even close to matching , && alexios towered over him ; like he did with everyone.  “ you are causing a scene. ”  his voice was quiet , belying the dangerous undercurrent that crackled in the air around him. he was six feet seven inches worth of pure pressure , && the coward blanched under it , just as expected. pathetic. the nobleman did his best to retain his dignity as he scurried away , but failed miserably. hmph. what a disgrace. he turned a bright smile to the guests who’d stopped talking to stare , the flash of dimples lowering his threatening aura considerably. “ my apologies for the disturbance , please continue to enjoy yourselves. ”  the tension eased a bit. “ yes , your highness. ”  he turned his attention to the woman , leaning down to hold out a hand. “ you may stand now. ”

     mierda! that was the first word that came to mind after catching a glimpse of the man’s face. he towered over her with a good foot or so and crushed catalina underneath a wall of surprise. she’s had her handful of careless nights with people she barely knew but the person standing in front of her did not look at all like the one she stumbled upon in greece. sharp authority and clothes fit for a KING could not compare to the common rags she had last seen him wearing. her jaw dropped slightly as she watched him speak to the other guests, eyes glossed over with disbelief and alarm. catalina froze when he turned his attention on her. please don’t recognize me, she thought. him realizing that he had slept with a mere servant struck embarrassment right into the girl’s heart. she hesitated before taking the other’s outstretched hand. “ah, thank you, your majesty.” she chuckled nervously and stood. she kept her head down and proceeded to curtsy, trying her best not to meet his eyes. “you are very kind, sire. it is an honor for me to be in the presence of a king.” the word felt foreign coming out of her mouth, for in the time she had spent in his company, royalty was farthest from what she thought he’d be.

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rcyalist:

“do not apologize to me,” she spoke softly with the small shake of her head. “accidents do happen.” and that’s all it was was an accident. some people of higher statuses could not wrap their minds around the fact that human error applied to everybody, and they themselves were not perfect and they shouldn’t expect others to be as well. “i’ve been itching for an excuse to give that vile man a lesson on manners,” she continued with a small sigh, “i’ve watched him belittle the staff for far too long.”

     “he didn’t seem that     “ she glanced over to where the duke had once stood, “vile.” the lie seeped through her teeth as easily as air but of course, the unpleasant expression she held did not match her words. catalina had an extreme dislike for those who used their regality as an excuse to treat others below them as scum. not that she could ever say such thoughts out loud, biting her tongue has saved the girl’s life one too many times. “but still, i am gracious to people like you, your majesty. it’s not every day a queen like yourself helps someone like me.”

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queenivcnka:

the danish queen stared at the wine being poured in front of her with pure disgust on her face. she did not fear drinking it, no, she knew everything was tasted before hand from her meals to her beverages; that thought alone made her cringe. her mind raced back to the time when word spread about the failed murder against british king and so her predictions were correct: someone was bound to crack at some point and this was just the start. poison did not scare her for she has tried using the same weapon on another man, the idea of what these monarch are capable of did. “get that thing away from my sight.” ivanka grumbled, eyes glued to the table. “it’s not court until someone dies.” she mused, eyes rolled slightly.

     catalina could see how tense the queen was at the sight of the wine. after the attempt on a king’s life, she couldn’t blame her for being so. she nodded obediently at her request and beckoned another servant to come take the glass away. once he was out of sight, the handmaiden turned back to the other woman and motioned towards the rest of the food across the table. “did you want anything else, your highness?” she asked. but catalina was secretly hoping she didn’t. being a servant at any court, regardless of country, was horridly exhausting. 

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rcyally:

emilia had been waltzing through the gardens for hours now, gown brushing against the fresh grass ( collecting a green colour at the rim, it would take quite a lot of scrubbing to be removed ), hands full of flowers that, when picked, earned her multiple stares from the gardeners. “it’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?” she’d heard rustling among her but spoke to no one in particular ( the air, maybe, or even the butterfly that had fluttered peacefully past ). “the smell of the flowers, i’d never wish to go indoors again.” if only such a thing were a possibility. indoors, blood stained the walls and fear followed footsteps. outdoors, it was all simply forgotten.

     the sight of the noble alone caught catalina’s attention right away; the other brunette was literally waltzing in the garden. dark orbs darted towards the flowers in her hands and the rim of her dress, which was stained in what appeared to be grass and dirt. strange, she thought. and albeit it was unusual, it was also kind of amusing. catalina approached her with light feet and curtsied before saying, “yes, it is quite beautiful, your grace.” she tilted her head a bit and thought of her next words very keenly. a moment paused before she brushed her hands against her skirt and spoke again. “if i may be so bold, what happens when the flowers die, my lady? we must remember that though they are enchanting, flowers can only live so long. soon the winter will come and where will you be? indoors or out?”

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                                     IT’S NOT SACRIFICE                               IF IT WAS NEVER A CHOICE.

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crcwned:

     alyona had decided to go out for a walk in the gardens while her queen tended to other business, hoping that the fresh air would take her mind off of the tension the filled almost every corridor of the french court. she had just rounded the corner when she caught sight of the aftermath of a collision, the man uncomfortably close to the young woman, even for her own liking. the young russian knew it wasn’t her place to interfere, that she should just carry on walking without so much as a second glance, but it was rare that alyona let such acts go on. growing up in the russian court made her fierce and it was often hard for her to hold her tongue especially around such rude men, royal or otherwise. with her head held high, she approached the pair, offering the man a stern look. “pardon me, sire, but i don’t believe our hosts would take so kindly to your attitude towards another guest of the crown,” she motioned her hand to the young woman. essentially, they were all guests of the crown so their social status still played a hand, though the queen of france seemed too kindhearted to let this occur. “unless you’d like your use of force questioned, i suggest you go change and have someone clean your shirt. wine has a habit of staining.” she stared him down until he eventually offered the girls a scowl and left the hall. alyona watch him until she could see him no longer before bending down to pick up a few scattered utensils. there was a small smile on her face as she addressed the young woman. “a man gets in with nobles and royals alike and suddenly he thinks he can rule the world. are you quite alright?” she asked, returning the items to the tray and finally looking up at her.

     she hurriedly grabbed at the remaining silverware and food, trying her best not to stare as the russian woman gave her assailant a rather stern talking to. her hands came to a slow stop when he left and curiosity etched her mind while watching the girl’s next movements. once she realized that she was probably staring a little bit too hard, catalina cleared her throat loudly and resumed to fix everything into place. the sides of her lips couldn’t help but slant upwards after hearing the mention of men and ruling the world. “i don’t think it’s my place to say anything about that matter, my lady.” her voice was low but it held a concealed agreement and the following gaze she gave her was a knowing one. catalina picked up the tray and finally stood, a small smile plastered across her smooth features. “i’m quite alright, thank you.” she laughed softly then added, “it’s nothing that hasn’t happened before.” she glanced down at the tray in her hands and then back up into the woman’s forest-like eyes. catalina recognized her        which was not surprising at all. the assassin made it her job to know every face and name at court. she bowed her head slightly and curtsied. “my lady alyona, i hope that wasn’t too much trouble for you, surely there are more important things a woman of your status is to do than this.”