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👍💋🔥

👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?

Oliver would like the attention of being asked out, but he would rather be the instigator.

🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome?

In theory, but it would be unlikely to happen. He would only participate if Otrygg were involved and there isn’t anyone else he trusts enough.

💋 How many people has my muse slept with?

Three. Otrygg is the only person he’s slept with more than once.

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🌼 👓 💘

🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding?

As the future king, Oliver expects to have a very grand wedding. It will be incredibly lavish and expensive and every noble or royal who is important enough to be there will be there.

👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex?

Sort of? He’s lied in the past about who he is so that no one knows that the crown prince is gay.

💘>What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

Putting up with teasing or mockery, quick kisses in hallways, holding on a little longer even after they’ve said goodbye, “my dear friend.”

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offrenchcrowns:

Katrine stood at the front of the receiving line,greeting guest after guest until the line began to trickle down. Turning to the next person in line, she smiled. “Welcome to Paris,we are honored to have you here. I trust you are enjoying yourself thus far?”

Oliver had waited for the line to shrink before approaching Katrine. He needed to have time to make a good impression. They’d met before, as children, but that hardly mattered now that the intentions were so different. He bowed to her, the deepest one all night. “Your Majesty,” he said, with the instructed ratio of respect and familiarity. “It has been a truly magnificent evening, made more so by your presence. You are even more beautiful than I remembered.”

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ofnadiias:

Nadia had always enjoyed balls. She had seen a few in her time at the Swedish castle, though she’d be lying if she said those were more beautiful than France’s. She’d never admit it outloud, but she found France to be the most beautiful country. With her third chalice of wine in her hand, she nodded her head in agreement. “Truly lovely. Especially the music and the wine.” She told him. “If I’m being honest, I can’t dance all too well, otherwise, I’d be out there amongst everyone else, but it’s still nice to watch.”

Oliver scoffed. “All you need to be a good dancer is to have a good partner.” He set his drink in the hand of a passing servant and held out his hand to her in an offering. “And luckily, I am a very good partner. Oliver of Wellington, the crown prince of England.” He felt safe making the offer. Lesser men would need to worry about whose wife they might be dancing with, but his position made it nearly an honor for any man whose wife was lucky enough to dance with him. He waited expectantly for her reaction.

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aquitaincs:

katherine has played queen in her own castle for too long, her manners momentarily forgotten as she pushes the bounds of propriety; the mistake tastes BITTER on the tongue of someone with such a sweetened palate. her low  s w e e p i n g  curtsy offers apology without the words ever passing her lips, ‘ katharine valois, ’ not a drop of red is spilled as she raises herself up, spine ramrod straight with her pride hidden behind a carefully wrought mask of HUMILITY, ‘ duchess of aquitaine, ’ title by marriage and not blood, but one she’d set in stone with the three precious babes she wishes were clinging to her skirts at that very moment. 

That was better. He bowed his head ever so slightly, the precise amount of respect his tutors had trained him in since he was a child. “Oliver of Wellington,” he said. “Crown prince of England.” As always, he relished the words as they passed his lips. A mark of status, even here in a room of princes. A reminder that he would be king someday. “How long have you been at court, Duchess Valois?”

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aquitaincs:

she’s always been fascinated by the comings and goings at court. as a child the palette of BRIGHT COLORS had never failed to excite her when she’d snuck out of her bed in the wee hours of the morning. but as she grew older it became the people who interested her more than the clothes. a disarming girl  i n n o c e n t l y  taking in the pairs that would sneak off to where the shadows gathered in the corners. she’d never felt so ALIVE as she did when she was in a crowd. ‘ the merriest funeral i’ve ever been to, ’ she admits, a soft sort of smile lifting the corners of her lips despite the melancholy schooled onto angelic features.

The woman beside him hardly registered at first. He knew the faces of every royal here, the ones he hadn’t met having been schooled into him in preparation for the journey. She certainly wasn’t one of them, and it grated on his nerves slightly that she had returned his address with such a casual tone. And no mention of title at all. “It is indeed,” he said to her with a slight frown. “I don’t believe I’ve made your acquaintance, my lady...” He trailed off, waiting for her to either fill in the blanks or recognize him.

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ofotrygg:

it felt strange, to bask in that much privacy; however, no one could say a thing. for once, not his father could say a thing about him disappearing from the opulous ball, not when he distanced himself from the music to strenghten the alliance with the crown prince of england. the swedish king has always dwelt on that way too much. the warmth of oliver’s lips felt so home yet so rare at the same time, and otrygg made sure for it not to escape by bringing his hand to the other’s neck, the fingers of the other hand remembering the shape of oliver’s back. he deepened the kiss, the tongue tasting the other. otrygg willing to stay in the same position for hours. 

He couldn’t say exactly how long they stood there, and he cursed himself for it. It was dangerous to lose himself so fully not far from a room full of people. He pulled back slightly, continuing to brush soft kisses against Otrygg’s face between his words. “I’m afraid that if we stay like this much longer, I will end up doing something highly inappropriate to the circumstances.” His voice was rough with emotion, but he hardly had the presence of mind to notice it. He was back in his lover’s arms, those which had always held him with such love.

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ofotrygg:

the touch of oliver’s skin felt almost scarily familiar; otrygg didn’t need to look down to know their hands fitted together effortlessly; perfectly. instead he chose to focus his attention on the man that caused so intense feelings burst in his chest. a long time ago had he given up on trying to figure out how that’s possible. or how lucky he’d had to be to find him in he middle of this stuffy, rigorous world. as the sound of their steps faded, otrygg found oliver’s other hand, in the same moment he brought their foreheads together. the garden was dark and lonely enough. a deep breath, and a silly smile. “ i am afraid the mock will come shortly if i am not silenced in other ways. “

There was a pause as Oliver listened for the sound of footsteps or voices, but the only noises were the distant music and drunken laughter of the ball. He smiled and leaned in, closing the last inch of distance between their lips. The first brush was tender and he grinned again, feeling silly in the way only Otrygg could make him feel. He had never wanted intimacy like this before, never sought out peace and quiet with someone just for the pleasure of their company. He pulled one of his hands loose and tangled his fingers in the short strands of Otrygg’s hair to pull him in for a deeper kiss.

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middlecrowned:

somehow she’d gotten dragged to the dancing and came away breathless, laughing with her cheeks flushed. the princess was glad for the distraction of the ball, a celebration of life but a way to drawn attention from the missing man in her life. the voice drew her attention to him, giving a laugh as well as a nod in agreement. “i do love when we put on parties for the guests. we are a bit of a show off when it comes to lavish fun.”

“Your highness,” he said, raising his goblet in a toast to her. “It’s wonderful to see you again.” He had visited when he was younger, before the plague had come and made the family hesitant to travel. In his memories, Thaleia was a kind girl, and easy to get along with. “May I say that you are among the most beautiful women in this room? I would say the most, but politics demand that I keep an open mind.”

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ofotrygg:

it felt almost surreal; such a long time had been spent thinking about their reunion, about the other’s touch. now he had oliver next to him; just inviting him to reach his hand. but the moment was natural, easy. otrygg’s steps mirrored the other’s, with the exception of rushing a bit more than could be deemed appropriate every few seconds. “ i have heard the fresh air in france has exceptional healing effects. “ as the guards allowed them to step outside, to the chily night, the prince took a long look at the starry sky before letting more quiet, almost whispered words slip through the smile. “ you truly do look well. it seems memory did not do you justice. “

Oliver led him deeper into the gardens, just out of view of the ballroom. He had been here before as a child on some diplomatic mission he’d been allowed to tag along on. The gardens were still as beautiful as they had been then, though a little less imposing. Once he was sure they were alone he reached out and clasped Otrygg’s hand in his, entwining their fingers together. “We should be apart more often if it means that you flatter me instead of mock,” he said softly. He didn’t mean it, not really. He wouldn’t be Otrygg, the man that Oliver had fallen for, if he did not tease and poke fun.

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ofotrygg:

a funny thing, otrygg’s smile. for those encountering the young man at the ball, it reached the edges of cheerfulness and politness. it could play in radiant colors at the sight of the prepared performance by the court artists, and it could ring through the ballroom. but when his eyes landed on oliver, it changed; shifted. no one could say the smile was less bright; quite the opposite, though something small, underlying the expression moved. the smile looked softer, reflecting the mix of happiness and rushing fondness in his insides. the greeting “ oliver ” managed to push its way through the warm grin. he stepped a bit closer before stopping. the prince didn’t know if he wanted to hug the other, or to kiss the other; however, he didn’t do either. yet. “ your highness, “ the tone contained just enough mockery for oliver to notice, just as the bow did. “ i see life’s been treating you well. “

Oliver glanced once more around the room. There were eyes on them, of course. There always were. He was confident in his own ability to behave as if they were simply friends, and despite some of Otrygg’s questionable decisions in the past, he trusted him to do so as well. But he couldn’t deny that part of him didn’t want to act as only friends. “It has indeed,” he said, keeping the formal smile on his face. “Walk with me, we have so much to catch up on.” He reached to touch Otrygg’s elbow, a casual and ordinary gestured meant to guide him away from the crowd. He walked at a carefully calculated platonic distance from the other man, something they had both had much experience with in Otrygg’s years at the English court.

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God, but Oliver enjoyed dances. The beautiful clothing, the elegant waltzes, the food, and the plentiful supply of alcohol. He couldn’t drink too much, just a glass here and there, as he didn’t want to do something potentially ruinous, but it was always of good quality. He was taking a break from the dancing and watched the room with a smile on his face. “Isn’t this lovely?” he asked the person behind him, glancing over at them.

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@ofotrygg

Anxiety was not an emotion that Oliver frequently encountered. Nerves about his health, yes, but not over social interactions. Here, however, at this ball with Otrygg standing not twenty feet away for the first time in over a year, he was willing to admit that he was somewhat nervous. He couldn’t shake the feeling that what was between them had been a fluke; that he would only embarrass himself by trying to continue it. Otrygg had seemed quite enthusiastic in his ill-advised letters, but in person perhaps it was only foolishness. He looked around the ball once more and shook his head. Ridiculous. He was the future king of England, not a serving girl mooning over a lord. He approached the other man with a smile on his face. “Otrygg, my dear friend,” he exclaimed warmly.

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​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

Oliver leaned back against the pillows, a sly smile resting on his lips. “Like what?” he asked, sounding almost innocent. He watched his lover begin to get dressed and the smile turned into a pout. “Come back to bed, love,” he said, reaching a hand out. “Don’t leave me here to languish on my own.”

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rpmemesfam:

THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞