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queencatherinas:

“nederländerna är vacker. ni måste behöver.det är så mycket grön.” the country had been her home for four years, but she had grown to love the beauty of it, no matter how different it could be from her home country. “och min man, kungen,  är en god människa. vår son är perfekt, en snäll liten pojke.” somehow her smile brightened as she spoke of her child, the queen’s whole face lighting up.

Anton gave his friend a soft smile. “Jag måste göra en resa då, när fred har etablerats.” He wasn’t sure if peace would ever come, nor if he would be able to leave his country to visit her. But he intended to, and he figured that was worth mentioning to her. At her mention of a child, his eyes widened slightly. “Du har en son?” he responded simply, not being able to imagine her as a mother, when he was still not even betrothed. “Vad heter han? “

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cecilixsms:

Cecilia arched a brow at this quip, before her lips flickered into a small smile. “Jokes never harm anyone. I wouldn’t try them around my brother, though. He can be difficult, but it is the job that requires him so.” She spoke softly, but her words were in defense of her brother’s pride, before her smile widened, “He is.” Cecilia stood straighter, her shoulders relaxing as she learned of his name and country, “It’s a pleasure to meet an ally and a friend, always, Prince Anton.” Her eyes flickered towards the hallways, towards the council room she’d just left a few moments passed, “The council are having quiet a hard time finding common terms. It can be quiet tasking, isn’t it? Would a ball be too soon an idea, given all the fallen during the war.”

"I wouldn't dare it," Anton replied with a smirk, running his fingers through his golden locks. “I only understand too well how taxing the throne is.” Anton gave Cecilia a gentle bow, his eyes never leaving hers. “The pleasure is all mine.” He watched her eyes travel toward the council room, and he shrugged his shoulders. “Peace will hardly be achievable in a day, let alone a month. Negotiations will likely be continuing for some time. I doubt a ball would be dismissed, but I don’t think it would be for peace. Most likely for a break from negotiations, and as I said, for everyone to drink wine and socialize. I wouldn’t help, but I doubt it would hurt either.”

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cecilixsms:

Cecilia hadn’t been aware someone had caught her words, and peered up from the book she’d been flipping through aimlessly. She didn’t recognize the man before her, but there was enough about him to validate his royalty. She nodded her head briefly, “Why of course, copious amounts of wine. I’ve heard a great deal of French wine.” Cecilia mused as she arranged her skirts into a curtsey, “Cecilia Jarvinen, your highness.” She needn’t say which country she hailed from - her brother’s name was a strong one that resonated; the house of Jarvinen had held the throne for years now.

"Jarvinen?" Anton asked, his interest instantly piqued by the name. Finland was among Sweden's closest allies. He had never met the red head that sat before him, he could now see the family resemblance. "I have met your brother more than a few times. He is a peach." Anton chuckled at his own joke. "Only joking," he said immediately, not wanting her to take him the wrong way. "He is actually a fantastic king." Pausing, Anton cleared his throat. "Prince Anton Engström of Sweden, ally and friend of Finland."

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Immediately it clicked for Anton. The waves of platinum blonde hair, the visit to her country... the memories from his childhood swept back to him. He had travelled to Norway with his father when he was very small, and he had met Sofia. She was a few years his elder, but he could clearly remember her now. How could he have forgotten? "I remember now," he said simply, smiling at her. "You wouldn't recognize me now, it has been close to 25 years." He took a step forward and gave the queen a small bow. "Prince Anton Engström of Sweden, your highness."

sofia clasped her hands behind her back, her eyes trained on the young man. at his smile, her brow arched slightly though she spoke little on the subject. “i suppose.” she had no reason to dismiss this man, though his company was indeed most unexpected. she couldn’t help but watch him closely, head cocked to the side in thought. he too, seemed familiar, though she was struggling to place how they knew one another. “it certainly feels as though we have,” sofia agreed, before bowing her head. “queen sofia carlson of norway, and you are?”

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Anton had been making his way through the crowd, lost in his own mind. Mostly, he just wanted to get away from everything. The noise, the bodies.. it was suffocating. It was only as he was passing a red head he'd never met before that specific words actually reached his ears. A ball? The thought sounded ludacrous to him. "Only if there is ale..." Anton responded, stopping in his tracks and turning to face her. "And copious amounts of wine."

The air was tense with the fragile peace everyone was trying so difficulty to accept. Cecelia had noticed everyone was just to absorbed in their own missions, whether that had been seeking out new brides and formulating new alliances, or attempting to shatter what little peace they had. 

“I think we should hold a ball.” Cecilia mumbled, out loud and yet mostly to herself. “What’s the greatest way to put forth good intentions and away with the dire war memories than a good party?” 

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Anton sighed, and his eyes left her gaze to fall on the ground. "I... must admit I am at a loss for words." He excelled at politics, strategy, diiplomacy... but this? This was new, and he was lost. "I don't think I'm very good at this."

Sophie looked up to him. “I don’t. The only think that makes me worth something is the ability to conceive and heir.” She said quietly. “Other than that my life is worthless. I’m just another woman. My title doesn’t mean a thing.” She looked down. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I’m being difficult.”

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Anton's frustration was beginning to build once more. Did nothing appease this woman? Effort certainly wasn't doing anything. And he wasn't even sure why he was trying, besides the thought of peace. Although that seemed less likely as the seconds passed. "I never said such a thing," Anton retorted. "Although you certainly seem to believe you don't matter."

Sophie could tell he didn’t like the way she was talking to him. But just because he was king didn’t not mean he was in the wrong. Sometimes even kings need to be talked down to. She looked down and shook her head. “Why would you bother trying? It’s not like I matter.” She whispered.

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queencatherinas:

her grin didn’t flicker for even a moment. even as she shook her head at his last question, saying “jag är bra.och hur du?” she had had so little chances to speak her mother tongue in recent years. it was one of the obstacles of living in a foreign court, no matter what position one held. “hur är din fader, kungen?” she might have a new king to answer to, and a new country for her loyalties to lie with, but the king of sweden had been her king for nineteen years.

Anton's smile briefly faltered at the mention of his father. He had never explained to her his true feelings. Mostly they had surfaced after her departure from Sweden. Nor should he willingly smear the name of his father, his king, to anyone. "Fadern är bra," he replied, giving his shoulders a shrug. "Han har inte förändrats mycket. Hur är Nederländerna? “ Anton quickly changed the subject, wanting to hear more about her new life than speak about his own.

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castlecrwn:

“really!?!” wide eyes blinked quickly, before she smiled brightly.  the young redhead was surprise, that, those words had came from his lips.  elsa was tempted to bounce up and down, in her seat, but she resisted the urge, to tug on him out of excitement.  “shall we go, now?” elsa breathed.

"Yes, really..." Anton replied in a tone of defeat. Yet his small smile betrayed him, and proved that perhaps there was a heart inside his chest after all. "If you insist." He stood, offering his hand to his sister so she could follow suit. Once she was standing beside him, his eyes met hers. "Where shall we go?"

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mariusvasile:

The guard raised an eyebrow. Everyone loved to play games when they had a title and castle. “Perhaps it would be a fitting punishment, if the king of France wasn’t already dead.” Blowing smoke, that’s all the other man was doing. Any fool would have fallen for it easily if it wasn’t their job to know the status of royal families. He knew of everyone dead and alive–whoever was a threat to his king.  If anything he almost admired the effort of the other man–almost. His armored torso leaned against the open doorway. “But perhaps if you told the queen that she’d admire your efforts. Women love fairytales.” Another jab. “But perhaps not when it conerns their late husbands.” 

Anton rolled his eyes, and took yet another step toward the man. "As if the Queen would be pleased herself. But go on, be my guest. I will be honored to attend your hanging." This man was attempting to get under his skin, to undermine him in any way possible. Anton would not let this stranger, who had entered his chambers uninvited, be successful. "I am not sure who you think you are SIR, but I suggest you realize who you are speaking to before you take that tone." Anton paused, sucking in a deep breath. "Just a friendly suggestion."

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Anton did not resist as she pulled her arm away. He crossed his own arms as she reprimanded him. He wasn't quite sure what to feel. Respect for her strong will? Or annoyance that she thought it was acceptable to speak to him like that. He pushed his anger down, not letting it bubble to the surface. "I could try?" he offered.

she stopped and looked at him. “ well you did. ” she huffed and pulled her arm away from him. she looked at him sternly. “ how about by treating me with a little respect? and try to be more understanding towards others. ”

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"Wait." He sprinted forward, gently grabbing her arm to prevent her from leaving any further. "It wasn't my intention to ruin your mood, to turn your day grey." Anton sighed, unsure how to continue. So far he hadn't made any positive allies. Another negative one needn't be added to the list. "Is there any way to make it up to you?"<\p>

“ maybe they are. but the best luxury is freedom and being able to spend the life with someone you love. if i would have to give up my title and wealth for that i would do so in an instant. ” she bowed and then walked past him. “ have a nice day your highness. ” she said quietly.

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Anton remained silent as she spoke, unable to relate. It seemed he had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. This woman's fun had been ruined all at his hands. Not that it mattered much, really. It was quite possible he would never run into her again. Shrugging off the bit of pity he was beginning to feel, he made himself stoic. "At least you are able to surround yourself with beautiful things. Some don't even have that luxury."

“ i was betrothed once. to the now king of spain. but he chose to marry someone else. there is no such thing as a happy ending for someone like me. just because they are not cruel or ruthless doesn’t make it any better. i still have to bare their children and spend an eternity with someone i don’t love. and if i fail at giving them an heir i lose what little respect i have left. ” she turned to him. her once happy eyes were now dull almost emotionless. “ and if i had the choice i would rather have died on the battlefield with the men who died trying to protect me, my family and my country. ”

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Anton's eyes widened as she instantly ripped his statement apart. True, he had never really considered royalty from a woman's point of view. He'd grown up knowing he would get to stay in his homeland. He couldn't imagine being ripped away from the place he loved to be married to a stranger. Then again, he didn't have to. "It is not always that way, I am sure. Not all rulers are cruel and ruthless to their families. Perhaps you will marry a gentle king."

that left a pang in sophie’s chest. “ yes well some of us don’t ever get that chance. ” she said quietly. “ some of us are stuck and being sold off to strangers from other countries and forced to marry against their will. then they are used for breeding stock and nothing else. trust me if i could take my brother’s place i would. ” she turned from him and walked back to her ladies in waiting telling them she was done and they were free to do as they wished. they all bowed and left.

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Anton gave a small sigh before shaking his head. She didn’t get it. He wasn’t saying that only those who are entitled deserve more happiness. Rather he was saying the opposite. More responsibility tended to mean less happiness. Or at least less time to pursue it. “Tell me how you feel after you begin to run a country,” he muttered.

Sophie frowned. “It’s not a luxury. Everyone is entitled to be happy. Just because I’m a princess doesn’t mean I’m more entitled than anyone else.” She said sternly.

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So I'm at work all night, not sure if I'm going to post or not because I hate mobile posts, but I'm here to plot with anyone and everyone!! Would love to get some plots rolling with everyone!

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mariusvasile:

He loved to wander. When Marius moved around it was a distraction from the thoughts that came whenever he stood still. A guard did as much as a statue when it came to talks of peace, and the castle was large enough that he could walk for hours without disturbance. Almost as a metaphor for the current situation, his own peace was disturbed by a voice dripping with entitlement. Lost? Chamber maids find themselves lost, small children even. He was far from lost. Marius didn’t bother with eye contact. “Maybe you shouldn’t have left the door open.” 

The sharp retort from the stranger caught Anton off guard. And, although he wouldn't admit it, impressed him. Most royalty wouldn't dare respond in such a manner. In an instant those feelings evaporated thanks to his blood boiling. Who was this man to speak to him in such a way? It was apparent he had no idea who he was addressing. "So you make it a habit of entering any place so long as the door is open?" Anton scoffed, advancing a step. "I cannot wait to see you lose a hand, or perhaps even an eye for entering the King of France's chambers and seeing the Queen undressed for the pure sake of curiosity.”