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spanishrcse.

❝ She had been glad that she had missed the ball. Dressing up in such outrageous gowns and jewels only to make nice with obnoxious and arrogant people – didn’t seem like much fun to Lorena. It had over a week since the celebratory night had ended and the princess was glad things were getting back to much more important matters. Negotiations had been underway and although tensions would run high and patience would thin, Lorena felt as though the change was beginning – it was a start anyway. 

The young raven-haired beauty had stepped outside to gather her thoughts and get some air; walking aimlessly before she’d apparently come across a person who had clearly continued on with the hedonistic spirits of the event. “That’s not a very respectable thing to say, señor.” It had been a firm but refrained warning, but apparently, it hadn’t been much of one because the next thing she knew, the man staggered forward and in one swift movement, had one arm wrapped around her in a sloppy embrace. Before she had time to react, another form had made an appearance. ❞ 

Oliver had just arrived from a hunt with the men of the castle. Such frivolities he enjoyed, more so than ever, since he had been deprived of them for many a year because of the war. The Danish prince fought side by side with his men in the field, and while the thrill of a good fight invigorated him, he thought it better to seek solace in an activity that didn’t involve the price of his head. 

While the rest of his party moved to carry their game into the kitchens, Oliver opted to stay behind. Something pulled him to the gardens and so he idled there for quite some time. Not long after, a pair of people came into the picture. Concealed in the shadows of the sun bidding goodbye, they seemed to not notice him, resting on a nearby bench. And so much as he did not want to, he heard their entire exchange, witnessed it with his own eyes. When the man lay his disgusting arm on the woman, Oliver thought he had enough. He unfolded his long legs and languidly strolled towards them, announcing his presence. “Is this man troubling you, my lady?” he asked, staring the man down. “Because it looks to me as if he is.” As he spoke, his air was unmistakably condescending. It was further exacerbated by the smirk that surfaced on his lips. “Would you refrain from being a pig, my lord?” The prince’s eyes had a predatory glint. “This court is for humans, after all.”

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astriiids.

Astrid had a tendency to quite easily get lost in a book, and completely shut out the outside world. So when someone had come up to talk to the youngest Oldenburg, she had totally missed what they had said. “Oh, I apologize, but I completely missed that. Do you mind saying it again?” She asked, closing her book as she looked up at the other.

When his Astrid snapped back to attention, a soft chuckle poured from Oliver’s lips. He was used to seeing his sister engrossed in a book. All three Oldenburgs seemed to have an affinity for the written word -- a quirk they inherited from their mother. "Have you eaten already?” he asked in their native tongue. “You weren’t in breakfast this morning.” In a bout of brotherly concern, he showed a small frown. “In any case,” he pushed a plate of bread and fruits towards her, “you should eat.”

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alexfeodor.

          it seemed all they ever did in bern was talk. there were talks between countries and monarchs, nobility, diplomats. the russian prince wasn’t normally one to shy away from socializing, but for once, he needed a breather and found himself in the gardens alone. or so he thought. he had found a lonely stone bench to sit on, but upon hearing footsteps on the stone path, he turned to look. ❝ no rest for the wicked.❞ he jokingly greeted the newcomer with no ill intend in his tone of voice. ❝ i see i’m not the only one who needed to get some fresh air. you can sit if you’d like. ❞

         the clouds were gray and the weather, impending, but that didn’t stop amelia from heading outside. with soft albeit excited steps, she padded along the rubble path and into the maze that was the hedges. she couldn’t be caught by her maids, no. and her doctors, even less. she was of frail health, you see, ever since she was born. the rain would do no good for her, and she knew that, but she had always been a stubborn soul. as she was nearing the stables, she heard an unexpected voice. poor heart nearly dropping from her chest, she held onto it. ❝ prince alexander, ❞ she breathed out, making a small curtsy in greeting. ❝ i hadn’t expected to see you out in this weather -- or anyone, for that matter. ❞ although they’ve never talked before, she knew the prince through the whispers of ladies from many a ball. seeing him up close, amelie was stricken by how handsome he really was. it wouldn’t be a pain to chat with him for a few minutes, or so... but of course, she was never a coquette, and she’d rather die than admit this to his face. and so when he offered her a seat, she promptly shook her head. ❝ i appreciate the kind offer, Your Grace, but I’m off to see my horse. she’s about to give birth, ❞ she said proudly. 

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( i’m sorry for disappearing last night. i fell asleep. T-T )

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flvramour.

      ❝ perhaps, but one I think would be best saved for another day. ❞  a laugh, before she padded quickly down the long carpet to catch up,  ❝ after all, i shouldn’t like to freeze. i hear this castle gets very cold at night. ❞

      ❝ what a shame. ❞ he frowned, feigning disappointment. however, through the crinkles in his eyes, it was clear that he’d done it in jest. ❝ shall we head to the banquet, then? i heard lord bentley is set to make the most tedious report on the state of ale production in england. ❞

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aureliadv.

Aurelia’s mind was clouded with thoughts of home; Italy weighed heavily on her mind as she longed to drown in the sounds of the Italian language and the smell of the Tyrrhenian Sea. She sat in the window, Apollo snoring loudly at her feet. Any moment someone would walk by and scold her for letting him perch himself like a human rather than a dog, and she’d ignore their demands to shoo him off. With her brother busy and her homesickness rampant, she needed that little piece of home at her side. Her eyes flickered up as her face turned towards Oliver, lips pursed as she pretended to wrack her brain for a memory. “Hm, earlier this morning, the beast and I caused a scene at breakfast,” she sighed, “–but since then I’m afraid the day has been rather mundane.” She studied his features for a moment, then observed, “You look like you’re scheming.” 

At Aurelia’s unabashed mention of her morning escapade, Oliver’s lips erupted into an amused grin. As with her, he had been there for breakfast, although he didn’t stay long enough to witness the chaos she and her dog had caused. It did not matter, however. With the court being a cesspool of loose lips, it didn’t take long for the news to reach his ears. They were alike in attitudes, Oliver and her. He knew that if anyone among the royals were more brazen than him, it would be Aurelia. This was why, when the incident was made true by her own tongue, the prince did not act as if he were scandalled, nor did he display an ounce of disbelief. “That, I am,” he replied with a tasteful sliver of mischief and pride. “How would you feel about sneaking out into the city, you and I?”

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iscbcl.

her eyes grew wide with an amused sort of shock. it was quite unbelievable that he’d come to her because he couldn’t sleep. “oliver,” a bit of tenderness at his name, “it is the middle of the night.” against her will, an amused grin tried working its way onto her features. she rolled her lips together to neutralize her expression once more. at the mention, memories that she had been recalling for days were flooding her memories once more. “of course i do,” isobel whispered. her life had been forever changed when oliver walked into it. every word of every memory he had seemed to twist isobel’s heart, painfully wringing every drop of emotion from her chest. “henry jacoby deserved it,” her voice shook with the weight of her feelings. knees threatened to buckle as she recalled their first kiss and she swayed toward him as he took a step toward her. “oliver,” his name was always tender on her lips, but his name was a gentle warning not to continue. isobel’s chest was swelling painfully with love she was sure he wasn’t to return. surely, she would not survive the course of conversation if it continued this way. he mentioned her suitors and she shook her head. “i never…” isobel would spend her days alone if not with oliver. then he mentioned war and the princess was struck with the nauseating fear that she had lived with for years. for a moment, she swam in her tide of emotions before she took a tentative step to close the remaining distance between them. “oh, oliver,” unable to keep herself afloat, she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face into his chest. even if he never returned her feelings, isobel resolved to love him until her dying breath.

it was natural, how his hands snaked towards the small of her back in response to the feel of her body. with her face against his chest, oliver knew she could sense his heart pummeling wildly against his ribcage; wanting to be hers, wanting to be free. normally, he’d hide the storm in his chest that she alone could bring. that night, however, and on the days that followed suit, he wanted her to bathe in it. he wanted her to know that the love he felt for her, it was sure and strong and real. oliver was nearly a foot taller than isobel. as the cold breeze tickled the nape of his neck and the crickets sung their songs, his chin rested on top of her head. when he spoke again for what felt like an eternity, his voice came in a whisper, hoarse and honeyed. "isobel, i am a foolish, selfish man, and i don’t know if i deserve your love, truly.” a hopeful smile stemmed from his soft lips. “but i shall work night and day for it, for i want to be yours -- body and soul, entirely.” he cradled the side of her face with his hand, gingerly asking her to read his eyes. “i’m mad for you.” a gentle brush of the thumb on her cheek. “i was a fool to think i was anything but.” a tender caress of fingers on her silk-clad back. “i love you, isobel moray. i always have and i always will.”

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( i’m finally off hiatus! woohoo! i’ll be doing replies first. afterwards, i’ll answer messages, plot calls, and what not. :) )

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[ Bad news: I’m still dying from all my papers and exams. Good news: I only have four days of suffering left. I can’t wait to finish this sem and finally be with you, guys, properly. T-T ]

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—— ❝ let’s start off easy. tell me the basics. ❞

[ name ] Oliver Oldenburg

[ date of birth ] March 8, 1635

[ place of birth ] Copenhagen Castle, Denmark

[ age ] Twenty-Eight

[ religion ] Protestant Christianity, specifically, Luthenarism

[ marital status ] Single

[ occupation / title ] Prince of Denmark

[ gender identity ] Cis Male

[ allegiance ] Pro-Ottoman

[ spoken language(s) ] Danish (Dansk), English, German, French, Swedish, and a bit of Scottish Gaelic

[ special skill(s) ] Swordsmanship, Horsemanship, Painting, Archery, Sailing

—— ❝ what of your family ?? are they still alive ?? ❞

[ father ] Asmund Oldenburg

[ mother ] Lauren Windsor-Oldenburg (a sister of the late English king)

[ sibling(s) ] A fraternal twin (the Crown Prince) and a younger sister

[ children ] None (yet)

—— ❝  now let’s paint a picture of you. ❞

[ height/weight ] 6′2″ (yes, he’s a lamp post) 

[ built ] Lean, Athletic

[ hair color ] Light brown

[ eye color ] Green

[ accent ] Danish, which is Nordic, but sounds a lot flatter than the sing-songy Swedish and Norwegian accents. 

[ voice ] Baritone

[ style of speech ] Soft, Smooth, Relaxed, Charismatic

[ scars ] An inch-long line along his left cheekbone, a slash on his right shoulder, a stab mark on his right thigh -- all gained from battle. 

[ abnormalities ] None. 

[ clothing ] The usual garb that elite men wore during their time. He isn’t too particular when it comes to clothing  -- he normally wears whatever his tailors make for him (so long, of course, that he doesn’t look like a fool in it). 

—— ❝ tell us, what kind of person are you ?? ❞

[ star sign ]: Aries

[ alignment ] Chaotic Good: Everything you do is for the greater good, but you feel like needless bureaucracy often gets in the way. You’re trying to make the world a better place, but you really need to do it your own way.

[ enneagram type ] The Helper

[ color personality ] You are DARK VIOLET (#9400D3). Your dominant hues are blue and magenta. You're the one who goes to all the parties but doesn't quite fit in at every one... you know what you want, but are afraid of what the world might think of it. You're a little different and that's okay with them, and if you're smart it's okay with you too. Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right. Your outlook on life is brighter than most people's. You like the idea of influencing things for the better and find hope in situations where others might give up. You're not exactly a bouncy sunshine but things in your world generally look up. 

[ what plant(s) best represent you ] CHAMOMILE: Easy-going, friendly and well liked, you’ve got a gentle and sweet nature and a calming presence that puts others at ease. Your sensitivity to others may cause you to take on too much of other people’s feelings, though, and you may even be prone to worry. DANDELION: Scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. You don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. You have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are. ECHINACEA:  A protector. With an amazing blend of optimism, nurturing and goodwill, you lend your strength and energy to those in need. Your seemingly infinite goodwill and boundless supportive energy make you the one people turn to when times are tough. Your greatest strength is, of course, also one of your weaknesses, especially if you neglect to take care of yourself. At times like these, it’s a good idea to take a step back and focus some of that protective energy on yourself.

[ theme/character song ]  Black Mambo by Glass Animals

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[ Hi, everyone! I’m going on a full hiatus until Wednesday, since I’m currently dYING from all the final exams I’ve yet to take. See you in six days! I wish you all well. <3 ]

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Charles Bingley and Jane Bennet dancing (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ *:･ﾟ✧ ✧*:・ﾟ✧ .・゜゜・ ・

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when i’m with you the line between ‘friends’ and ‘lovers’ blurs and i don’t care which side i end up on as long as you’ll have me.

– – “jackie.” 3:00 am. L.W (via inkwhelmed)

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[ i want to plot with people and do replies so bad but i’m currently neck-deep in pre-finals trash. T-T ]

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i saw sparks 

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He saw her before he saw anything else in the room.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via kvtes)

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hi hi hi i’m water from gmt+8 and this is my second character, amelia a.k.a. cinnamon roll a.k.a. too precious for this world and must be protected at all costs. if you'd like to plot with either her or oliver (or both) just give this a like and i'll drop by your inbox!

( bella heathcote, 24, she/her ) silence! can you not see her majesty, AMELIA ROSE WINDSOR, has arrived? it seems the PRINCESS OF ENGLAND is willing to compromise for peace, which makes sense when everyone calls them THE LIONHEARTED. have you tried approaching them? i heard they can be rather sickly + stubborn, but their staff say that they’re courageous + passionate.

katerina is her twin ( @ofkctheriines​ )

she has three older brothers whom she looks up to a lot. they influenced her interests which were unusual for a girl, much more a princess at the time. 

she’s fascinated by archery, swordfight, hand-to-hand combat, and tales of pirates & circumnavigation.

much to her dismay, she can’t pursue any of those because of the frail health she’s had ever since she was born. many are surprised she’s managed to stay alive for so long. 

she doesn’t get a lot of suitors because people believe she’s not healthy enough to bear a child, or children, for that matter. still, she’s a hopeless romantic and believes that there’s someone out there who’s bound to love her nonetheless.

she’s meek and unassuming, but she has a strong will and a courageous heart. she’s very hands-on and helps around much as she can. 

love her pls