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victorianregina​:

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        “ i am thankful that we are safe from the cold at the very least. ” whilst appearing to look upon the bright side, victoria further tucked herself into her husband’s side, delicate hands wrapping around his elbow as if seeking his warmth to shelter her from even the thought of the icy scenes beyond. how she had adored their winter walks amongst the grounds of the palace, occasionally they would even succeed in being able to do so with a degree of privacy, alas victoria also found herself harbouring a degree of worry for her beloved when it came to wintery weather after an accident caused her to fear for his life only a year into their marriage; even though death could no longer hurt either of them, the queen remained in possession of her concerns.

“ shall we look around, my angel? for all of the years we have attended this event i have never ventured beyond. ”

  “I cannot fathom why the others fret so terribly - bathed in warmth, set up with a cup of tea, and stationed by ones love.....what pain can be deduced from such an equation?” He knew the love that bloomed vividly, alighting the gentlest reflections in his breast, to be of a pure and rarely attained quality; but Albert still regarded the moans of others, as needless background whimpers. For he knew the wickedness of solitude, the gruesome pains bore as winter paled into the untouched bloom of spring - but the passage of time, remained endured entirely alone. Albert was content to weather the heaven’s ire, if Victoria was tucked into his side; he was to be forever charmed by, how handsomely she fit beneath his arm. “I am forever your eager companion, dear wife, in any venture. Shall we scour for a fine collection of texts? Lift a hidden bottle of brandy, or venture to find a quiet corner, where your fine blush may only be witnessed by me.”

  Albert was satisfied to introduce a lightly salacious topic, if only to earn a gentile scolding from Victoria, in the form of a little smack to his arm; his little wife, blushed with the bloom of good-humoured embarrassment and glee, was a sight he forever endeavoured to see. “Perhaps for the poor Tudor King, your dear ancestors, such proximity is a curse. But I fault him for chasing women round and round - I saw a single woman, burning infinitely bright, and my heart was instantly won.”

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Victoria draws Albert and Islay - Victoria 3x06

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gvvynnever​:

❛ — this is getting ridiculous!❜ despite possessing the great and beautiful virtue of patience, guinevere, at the moment, feels as though every ounce of it has been used up, wasted on a book that she’s been reading for the past forty minutes. it’s always easier to hate than it is to love  — hatred comes like the wind, while loving something requires great efforts from both the heart and the mind.  ❛ why must all books be focused on love? even if it isn’t always so evident, the authors and poets always manage to do that somehow, allowing others to read between the lines. it’s tiring and disappointing to know that people are always plagued by the same issues. no one ever learns. not those born a thousand years ago or those born twenty years ago. there really is no hope for the human kind. ❜

   “I do not now which authors you refer to, but I implore you to allow me to recommend a new host of texts to read to - for I have found many, and aspire to find a myriad more, that deal with other states of human emotion.” Flushed and striking down careless romance with incentives, Guinevere was curious spectacle to Albert. He appreciated her passions, but being one to beat down another with smiles, and gentle words, his own countenance and humour, adopted lighter tones. “I sympathise with your view, but take the commonality in experiences as the beauty of the human condition - contrived as the point may be, there is pleasure in the universality of emotions. Come, though ! What themes interest you best? I promise I shall offer you at least one novel, rid of the overwrought tune of love. I confess, to finding little sweeter than the promise of romance..” 

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♡ HARK —— ! yet another has risen in Purgatory ! the curve of [ HIS] face likens them to [ RAHUL KOHLI ], but don’t be fooled — there is only one [ PRINCE ALBERT ]. upon arrival, they settled in as a [ COMPOSER ], and have since aligned to the [ VIRTUES ]. it’s written that they’re [ DEDICATED & RATIONAL & COMPASSIONATE ], but whispered that they’re [ SHORT-SIGHTED & INDULGENT & IMPRESSIONABLE ], so tread lightly. may their heart remain whole. [ suki, she/her, 23, gmt +1 ]

better late then never

Prince Albert, born to the Saxon-Duchy, aka not Germany - though he grew up in wealth and comfort, his home life was fraught with drama. His parents divorced, his mother exiled and later married her lover; he and his brother remained at home, privately tutored 

A cousin to the Queen (sshhhh), they began a courtship as Victoria, heir to the throne, had come of age to marry - in short, she found him handsome, wonderful, and preferred him above all others. Their affections were mutual, and they were married

As a consort, Albert struggled initially; but his love for Victoria, prevailed above all else

Albert dedicated his life to social causes, and of course, his dear wife

They had a staggering nine children (!!!) and their union was one of true love and bliss - but his death, so young at aged 42, tore them apart

Before Victoria joined him, Albert lived in darkness - his compositions were mainly depressing, or somber love ballads. He attempted to carve out a life, but had little to live for, without her

Their reunion is the second greatest time in Albert’s life - for he was put back together, whole in numerous ways, and happy to spend eternity, with his love

Connections: theatre pals ! anyone who enjoys a good dinner party and music, literary chaps, fencing mates, enemies but albert’s rather kind, will only fight in victoria’s behalf