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 dubrovnics‌:

OPEN STARTER !!

                 in a court where the corridors had eyes and ears discretion was a necessary component in one’s daily life.  a private man by nature,  this wasn’t difficult for nikola to achieve - rather,  all that he desired to achieve required a certain level of indiscretion.  momentary lapses in judgement.  “with negotiations coming to a head,  the future seems unfathomable. certainly marriage invitations will ride on the heels of this versalles convention, will they not?”  nikola mused, the balkan twang of his accent muddling his words. “tricky business, that. shall we drink to europe’s prospective peace?”

            "marriage? yes, i have cause to believe it the most tricky business of all.” a life in the french court meant a life without privacy, and so it was that the princess had long ago became accustomed to a measure of company at all times. in times such as this, when the palace was brimming with guests, this was true more than ever. “love is dangerous wherever it has a chance to grow. fitting, if the marriages which came of this, where we have come together to celebrate another future marriage, might one day blossom into love too.” constance may be derided by some as air-headed, and as fickle and naive by others, but it could never be said that she did not always try her utmost best to dress herself in charm and present her best face for france. if the very walls were watching, and they so oft were, then was it not best for her laugh to be heard over anything else, and her words to never be taken as anything of note? it was her smile they focussed on, the same one she displayed now, and the flittering little movements of her limbs as she moved about, rarely ever what she actually said. “we’ll drink to europe’s prospective peace, for i hope that this time it might last.” 

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(ELLIE BAMBER, 22, CIS WOMAN) introducing PRINCESS, CONSTANCE MARGUERITE DE VALOIS, from FRANCE. according to rumours they’re well known for being AMIABLE, STUBBORN, AND EXCITABLE, but it might be prudent to not judge HER so quickly after all.

Hey! I’m Pea, and I’m one of the admins around here. I’m generally best noted for my haphazard utter disregard for punctuation, leaving the occasional word entirely out of a sentence, and being rather sloth like. Due to summer saving time and all that stuff I’m currently dwelling in BST/GMT+1 but thanks to insomnia you can generally find me at odd random hours which make no sense. But enough about me, I’ll get to Constance. 

She’s the only surviving legitimate daughter of the king. Her mother, the queen, unfortunately, died when Constance was a teenager and wasn’t even in the country to attend the funeral. 

From the age of five, she was betrothed to the Spanish heir the Prince of Asturias. She left for Spain shortly after her eleventh birthday and lived there for the following six years. The marriage remained carefully unconsummated, and thus when the alliance was no longer of practical use it was annulled and Constance returned back home to France to once again become Madame Royale. 

Since then she’s remained unmarried but has been a great bargaining tool for potential alliances since. She’s been betrothed two times since but nothing came of it and she’s rather blasé about the fact. Her status as having once been a married woman gives her a degree of unusual freedom despite the fact that legally said marriage never actually happened. Her position is very much unique, and for her own part, she rather enjoys it. 

Constance simply adores sweet things and is known to indulge herself a little too often. She’ll probably end up like Elizabeth I and end up having all her teeth rot out in the end #tragic

She’s a ball of sunshine but also quite self-centred and materialistic. Best way to get on her good side is to give her pretty things.

Speaking of pretty things; she’s a patron to more than one artist and poet and is well known for the artistic and cultured circle which she keeps. Her salons are always guaranteed to be an awful lot of fun. 

Talk to her about romances and courtly love. She adores all of that rot. 

Hufflepuff with a Slytherin streak. 

Has a dog named Henrí that she named after a courtier that she particularly dislikes. Dotes on said dog as if it were her child. 

Constance is of the firm belief that if a truth is hurtful then it’s better to tell a sweet lie instead. 

Generally, she’s an extremely generous person and just ?? likes people to be happy ?? and thus she’s somewhat involved in a number of charitable endeavours. 

I’ll leave it off there because I have a lot to do right now and I’m getting the starts of a headache but I’ll likely post some headcanons expanding upon her as a character eventually !!

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Paradise. 

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when someone calls u their best friend out loud > romantic love

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 queenfarya:

“I suppose many people are quite happy when they get to return home, after having been away. It is truly no other place like home. I was a bit afraid for them while we were in Switzerland, but now I feel like I can breathe again.”

“Home always has luxuries nowhere else does, and, certainly, home always feels safer than elsewhere. Here in France, we have more than one army, much easier to feel safe when one isn’t reliant on guards to double as an army for an entire country. Have you or my brother doubled the children’s guard? To help make them feel even safer. Trauma can be such a subtle thing.”

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 comtessgenevieve:

It was with a grin that she handed the child to the princess. “I know, he is growing much too fast.” Genevieve watched the boy with his aunt, smiling from ear to ear. “The governess says he’s trying to walk already. Standing on his own and everything.”

Constance pressed a kiss to the boy’s head, smiling at Genevieve. She didn’t always get to treat her other nieces and nephews so. Legitimacy came with boundaries and stricter codes, though that didn’t always stop Constance from doing as she wished anyway. It wasn’t her who would be forced to deal with any badly grown or over-indulged child after all. “They all do, they stay chubby and delightful far too short.” She shifted as she adjusted to the weight of the baby. “Standing already? That’s fantastic.”

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 queencatherinas:

“The Pope has been to France?” That explained much about the Vatican. “What an honour.”

“The highest of honours.” And yet the queen had said it as if it were anything but. Constance’s smile didn’t falter. She’d been dealing with the perpetually unimpressed since infancy, everyone always seemed to forget just how dangerous the French court could actually be. “I take it the Pope has never been to your country?”

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 louisxvalentino:

When Louis had set out to find his cousin the last thing he had expected was the attention he earned from her dog. “Why does everyone in this family seem to attract naughty little pets. My mother had a cat that would tear her dresses for years and yet she never got rid of it.” Louis smiled at her.

“Oh! Father had a cat too, though he forever denied that it was his. It was a fat lump of a thing that thought the throne was a fantastic place to nap, though everybody had to pretend that it never happened. I think it’s a family trait of indulging our pets too much and that making them naughty. ” Constance flounced to embrace her cousin, smiling. “I’m sorry for the little demon’s assault on your person.”

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 comtessgenevieve:

Upon news of return to France, Genevieve had sent word ahead to Blois for her son to be taken to Paris. The whole time she had been in Geneva she had busied herself with duties; she hardly had a chance to miss the boy. “Is he misbehaving?” She had entered the room just in time to hear the princess speak, curtsying as shallow as she could with Françis in her arms; at a fortnight short of a year, he was bigger than he had been when they left. “Silly dog.”

“When is he not?” Constance’s attention fixed on the babe in Genevieve’s arms. “You are here with a gift, ma chérie! Present me with the child, let me hold him.” Constance was already sweeping over to Genevieve, her arms open to receive the boy. Constance held love for all of her nieces and nephews; even the illegitimate ones.  She herself had grown up with a number of non-legitimate siblings. “He has grown so big since I last saw him.”  

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 queenfarya:

“I think the children are so happy to be playing on familiar grounds once again.”

“Being away from home is always so hard, especially when so young and then for difficulties to occur. I remember when I returned home at sixteen, the Madame Royale returned, it made me giddy as a child. Though, perhaps, his majesty might argue that when am I not as giddy as a child? I’m glad the children are happy.”

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 queencatherinas:

“I must admit, the French have more beautiful chapels than I was expecting.”

“Well, we French must always have the most beautiful of everything. Did you know, the Pope himself has complimented us on our beautiful chapels?”

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Little Henrí was happy to be home, and so was Constance. The stress of the travel back had been nothing compared to the events which had unfolded in Switzerland. For the first time in a long while, she felt well and truly safe. Watching her little lapdog sniffing happily about the hall she couldn’t help but smile. She hadn’t realised that she’d been stressed until now when finally everything was good. Everything except for the way Henrí had decided to try and mount someone’s leg. Constance was swiftly into motion, picking up the little fiend and looking down at him. “Ah, vilain chien!” Naughty dog, indeed. Even as she tried to look disapproving she was having trouble refraining from laughter. “We do not do that.” Pressing a swift kiss to the dog she passed him into the arms of a lady companion. “Dogs will be boys.” 

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Princess aesthetic

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trying to figure out which of my characters is the most unreliable narrator is hard? bc it turns out they’re all pretty unreliable with torren being the least. tatiana could possibly be the worst? 

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 williamofdenmark:

She was trying to appear as regal as possible, even now when most wanted to sleep or were too tired to act anything but that she tried to show she was. “Please go back as you were, everyone deserves a break tonight.” She was already cleaned up and he stood before her filthy and covered in blood, a warrior king with his future queen a true princess. William couldn’t imagine what she thought of him. But they were marrying for political strengths. If she cared for him or not was a matter for later. “And you must be the face for France. You are doing a fine job, better than some could be doing.” Offering her another smile he leaned against the wall next to her, “I think the Danes are all accounted for, everything is being taken care of. Thank you for the offer.” Silence was never something he was good at, or formalities. “How are you though? I heard you were in the dungeons.”

 She’d lowered the pomander away from her face on his arrival, but now she raised it once more, taking comfort in the clean scent of it. She didn’t dare rest again the wall again, hovered just almost touching it, instead,, but oh her posture relaxed; too tired to remain stiff and properly upright as she ought to. “If everyone deserves a break then don’t you also?” Her forehead rumpled as she truly took in his state, and a state he was, he looked like a man straight out of one of her romances... just more tired, more real. He didn’t make for a nice sight but she thought he might make for an inspiring one. “I can have my ladies see to having you a bath brought and taken care of. I have some oils that I think survived and they work wonders to prevent aches.” Her childhood governess had once noted that the only redeeming quality to Constance -- the woman had found the young princess materialistic and selfish to boot -- had been how earnest she was in her charitable endeavours. No matter how calculated her actions there was often an honesty still to them. The smile she’d bestowed upon William faltered at his query about wellbeing. Stubbornly, she tried to refix it. “My first ever visit to a dungeon,” she attempted an airy laugh. “Hopefully my last.” A shudder ran down her spine without permission as she thought of the deep, damp dark. No, she would not be visiting any dungeons again if she could help it. The rats, she thought, the rats had been the worst of it all. The hunger, the thirst, the cold, and everything else, they had been nothing compared to the rats. To the men outside the barricades. “I shall be fine. I have my life; not everyone can say the same. If there is one thing you should know about me, it is that I am remarkably quick to recover from anything that could stop me having fun in the future. As long as I can smile, all will be well.”