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NEW MULTIMUSE BLOG. come love me & let me know who you want me to write there as well. 

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HIS IS A QUIET SIGH . hands leaving hers only for a moment . he’d no right to be angry . jealous . but not angry. ❛ YOUR MAIDENHEAD IS NOT REASON I WANT YOU.  you could have lain with more than one man  &  i couldn’t undo the way i feel about you. DO NOT SHAME YOURSELF FOR HAVING A PAST. you know mine, i am only glad that you tell me yours.  ❜

❛   if you truly do care for me,  valentin bourbone,  YOU OUGHT TO KNOW THE TRUTH.  i have not yet lost my love for anatole.  he won my heart,  won  my trust,  won my maidenhead.  it was not you i first gave myself to.  that is my truth…  &  it is only fair you should hear it from me.  i wish i could tell you that i was merely a FOOLISH GIRL,  but i do not regret any of it,  not even now.   ❜    her hands wrangle together.  she dares not raise her eyes for fear what she will find in his gaze  ;  rage,  perhaps,  or disappointment,  or worst of all  ;  heartbreak.   ❛   i’m sorry.  ❜

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HIS IS A QUIET SIGH . hands leaving hers only for a moment . he’d no right to be angry . jealous . but not angry. ❛ YOUR MAIDENHEAD IS NOT REASON I WANT YOU.  you could have lain with more than one man  &  i couldn’t undo the way i feel about you. DO NOT SHAME YOURSELF FOR HAVING A PAST. you know mine, i am only glad that you tell me yours.  ❜

❛   if you truly do care for me,  valentin bourbone,  YOU OUGHT TO KNOW THE TRUTH.  i have not yet lost my love for anatole.  he won my heart,  won  my trust,  won my maidenhead.  it was not you i first gave myself to.  that is my truth…  &  it is only fair you should hear it from me.  i wish i could tell you that i was merely a FOOLISH GIRL,  but i do not regret any of it,  not even now.   ❜    her hands wrangle together.  she dares not raise her eyes for fear what she will find in his gaze  ;  rage,  perhaps,  or disappointment,  or worst of all  ;  heartbreak.   ❛   i’m sorry.  ❜

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sweet are his lips as they briefly brush hers .  his hands moving through her golden veil ,  brushing strands away from her face to see it fully.  HERS, WAS A FACE THAT HAD SUFFERED . but one that remained beautiful throughout.  ❛  you are haunted by memory . i know what losing a love feels like , cymbeline , i know that heartache as well as you . but my heart , though not fully healed , found yours  &  showed me a much greater love .  A LOVE THAT I AM WILLING TO DIE FOR .  you are right , our wedding shan’t be a grand one , but it will be my deepest declaration of love. ❜

❛   I KNOW,   ❜    cymbeline replies.  she can’t bring herself to say more,  doe eyes stinging with withheld tears at the thought of another WEDDING,  at the memory of the white gown anatole had had made for her  :  soft as silk,  embroidered,  from bosom to the long hem of the dress,  with beautiful wildflowers.  a gown fit for a QUEEN.  a gossamer veil to complete it.  it must have cost him a fortune.    ❛   i have no such dress,  but it matters not.  it shan’t be a wedding like other weddings.   ❜

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QUEENSHAVEN, once a land of serene quiet, now a wretched ruin. in the aftermath of tyranny, ‘pon the crowning of a young king, unadvised and reckless, rumors of rebellion stirs in every corner of the divided kingdoms. the memory of the past, embodied by a long lost prince, a true queenhavian heir, leading five noble dynasties to decay.

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gentle is the hand that rests under her chin  .  making sure hazels are constantly in sight .   HEART SHATTERS AT HER WORDS .  this war , long and painful , having worn down hearts  &  minds.   ❛ I AM SORRY.  let’s no speak of this now. let’s save these troubles for another hour.  HAVE YOU A GOWN FIT A BRIDE ? or must i call for something to be made ? this day  &  any day forth, your wish is my command. I LOVE YOU, CYMBELINE. ❜

ANATOLE.  the sound of his name is like a knife to the heart,  and she feels it shatter like crystal  ;  shards spreading through her veins,  soiling her NOBLE BLOOD.    ❛   you need not concern yourself with anatole mormount.  he does not love me.  if he did i would not be here,  WITH YOU,  i would not know the pain of betrayal,  of seeing the man you━  it does not matter.  i doubt he’ll care when he hears i’ve married another.   ❜    tonight her sorrows would be half-forgotten  ;  she would have no mormount name.  she would see him nevermore,  not as cymbeline,  not as his little sparrow,  as he so oft,  so fondly called her.  she would be a bourbone.

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send me 'i want the k'

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BENJAMIN BOURBONE,  son of the mad king  ;  first of his name.  ruler of queenshaven.

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cymbeline, alfa, juliette. -- ur anne bby

WED CYMBELINE. because, you know, she's basically the love of his life  &   it means bedding her more than once. it means bedding her every night. BED JULIETTE , because it would mean getting back at benjamin, and she's an attractive woman. BEHEAD ALFA, mainly due to the fact their familes are foes, probably wouldn’t do it willingly.

QUEENSHAVEN MEME SPAM. always welcome. WED, BED, BEHEAD.

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let's play "bed, wed, behead".

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THE KING’S COUNCIL. queenshaven’s most powerful men ; save for the heads of the five houses.

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beware , his is a shattered heart  .  her words spine-chilling .   THE BLUE OF HIS EYE BLEAKED BY FAINT TEARS .  he cannot believe her , her agreement , to him it is bliss.  to regain what he had thought lost.  a marriage he had thought impossible.  ❛ TONIGHT.  let’s do it tonight.  my love . but there’s something else to be done first. i know that you love anatole,  &  ,  i am aware of his love of you. IS THERE ANYTHING, ANYTHING AT ALL, I CAN DO TO AVOID WAR. to avoid his anger, above all. i hold nothing against him , but i love you too ,  &   believe, with all my heart, that you love me. ❜

                                                                   ❛   we are  FOOLISH CHILDREN still.   ❜    cymbeline’s cheek brushes against his chemise.    ❛   i know nothing but ruin will await us if we go against the king’s wishes  ;  i know he seeks a reason to banish you,  yet i can find courage nor patience within my heart to wait any longer,  to marry a man i do not care for and merely  HOPE FOR THE BEST.  what is life if not one wager after another?  if carolina were to support us,  if your brothers owes you a favour still,  let us risk exile.  i trust that the holy will show us the right path.   ❜

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BOURBONE HEIRS.  such proud and stubborn creatures.  rulers of queenshaven.

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“What this supposed to be? An apology?”

quiet devours her.  every movement barred by abrupt outburst  .   THE STERN TONE , SO INDELICATE , TAKING HER BY SURPRISE.  water mar crimson cheek ,  chagrin , forcing eyes to seek comfort in the floor rather than in his.  ❛ BE MERCIFUL ON ME.  my purpose was not to insult you nor disobey you , but , for once , i could not help but speak out.  he’s an old goose  &   i could never forgive myself for marrying him.  not even for you . not when so many men, handsome  &  rich , have sought my hand. CAN YOU NOT FIND IT IN YOU TO FORGIVE ME ?  ❜

BENJAMIN SPAM. always welcome.

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“Do you need some wine? You need some wine.”

BEGUILING EYES, GOLD TINTED BLUES lit by bygone conversation.  offence taken by the words of one a stranger to him.   for once this was not the doing of his much present brother . hand meets oak            table shaking at the unsubtle fall.  ❛  YOU OUGHT BANISH  THAT GLATHIL . how dare he refuse our sister  &  curse our name.  ARE YOU NOT ANGRY, BROTHER ? ❜

BENJAMIN SPAM. always welcome.