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It was wonderful writing with you all <3 Wishing you the best and feel free to reach out in Discord if you'd like to write together once more.

And to put the matter to rest - I'm a grown up, proud woman of color who has no time to deal with bullies, discrimination, or has to tolerate godmodding of any kind. So, catch you on the flipside!

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@frvgcleternty | Rhysand and Alistair, The Windsor Apartments

"My King. I insist that we put these matters to rest for the evening." it's rare for Alistair to be the first to request reprieve. Despite his way with words and illustrious finesse, he has the work ethic to back it up. Yet as of late, they've burnt the candles on both ends. A culmination of Britain's needs, their allyship with the French, and growing uncertainty with Europe's changing political landscape. The King and his advisor are hard at work for days on end, nevermind the newborn child that occupies Rhysand's time otherwise. On a late evening, Alistair makes the decision. "Our work shall be here in the morning, and so too will the latest tax legislation. Let us have a night cap before you run back to your wife and children."

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@classiqcals | Tian Feng and Araminta, A Village Pub

"That is... Far worse than English ale." Though what did that really mean, in the context of muddled wheat and barley? She's an English Princess - adventures may have taken her to a good number of pubs and clubs, but it did not lead her to ale. No, it's often wine, champagne, or the English whisky of her homeland. But ale is necessary, when sitting in a pub. Especially when the conversation is with Tian Feng, surrounding the well-being of the man she's disappointed and left behind. If Araminta were a lesser woman, she'd steer clear of this conversation. Surely Tian Feng wouldn't mind. Unlike Zian, he seems perfectly content to leave matters of his brother's heart in his own hands. Alas, even in heartache, she's determined to persist in a one-woman fight for Tian Feng's vulnerability. "Thank you for coming." Did he have a choice? History has proven that a letter gone unanswered is dangerous between them. "I wanted to apologize to you." Laughing hollowly, she lowers her glass. "All the words I spewed about Zian and his well-being... Only to fail him in that regard." Few would understand the why, least of all Tian Feng. So instead, she focuses on the result. "Have you two spoken at all?"

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@bourgeoning | Seojeong and Midori, The Palace Library

"Thank you for coming 'round." It's not often that an invitation from a Japanese Princess is received warmly, even if she is a dear friend of Seojeong's mistress. But she suspects Jihye's good opinion of her helps encourage the meeting. "Before we begin, I want you to know that I am very fond of Jihye. She's been a rare thing in these parts; a friend." Folding her hands in her lap, she continues on. "And I wish very much to avail of your expertise, particularly in literature and culture. I'm told you're an avid reader?"

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"You could always satisfy his curiosity and say yes." Midori suggests, shoulders shrouded together as they crowd the corner of the pub. Such a place that might've been unthinkable to an Empress of Korea, but was common place to Midori until a few years prior. It's the beauty of their friendship; new experiences all around. "As long as fun doesn't involve puttering around Tian Feng or watching the European royals nip at each other's heels? It is already fun."

        anyone  other  than  midori  would've  gotten  the door closed in their face after proposing a night out but for her friend she'd set aside her preferences. the bar, fortunately, wasn't too bad. quieter than the ones she'd overheard others going to. eyes rose slowly from the drink she'd been nursing and drifted toward her friend.   ❝ he's probably wondering if i want a new drink. ❞   but there was a temptation to look that jihye ignored. she took a drink, shrugging.   ❝ depends on the kind of fun and who you're having it with. ❞

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@frvgcleternty | Valencia and Javier, The Wagner's Apartments

"Your man came to me a fortnight ago." He reveals, once his valet announces Valencia into the apartments. "We're to be... Friends." Javier repeats, more bemused than anything else. For the likes of the Prussian King, making friendships is easy enough. He's a likable chap, a charismatic sort. He suspects, however, that Valencia's lover is more like her. And he's right - there's an cool aloofness as present in him, as it is in her. "Should I place a wager that you put him up to it? I can't say I mind it. It's rather funny watching him pretend to tolerate my jokes, or feign civility at our betrothal."

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@swordsandcrownsxx | Isolde and Javier, At the Palace Gardens

"You must be excited." Javier summarizes, by way of announcing himself. Despite Isolde's anger (and insistence to keep him at arm's length), he never did well with being told what to do. Especially when it came to matters of the heart. He's made the decision long ago; for however long they have, Javier will be here. Steadfast and immovable, in the fact of inevitably heartbreak. Even if Isolde stood firm on dismissing him entirely. "Your sisters wedding, I mean." He elaborates, coming up beside her. A quick hand pressed on the small of her back, before anyone can catch it. "I know how important it is for you to see them happy and settled." As was her way, always looking towards the best in people.

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@gcldforged @crxwnedbarbie | Closed Starter, Library

"It was hiding out in here, or out in the common areas." Elias reveals, seated against one of the plush couches ensconced in the archives of France's decadent library. The absence of tulle, decorations, and one too many sycophants honing in on the couple-to-be is a godsend. "Gizella has taken to the task like... Well, like Gizella." Impassioned. Enthusiastic. Loving... And perhaps a bit intense. "And I refuse to listen to one more playing of bagpipes by the performers."

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He doesn't delude himself; in the realm of ancient rulers, he is but a spec. A second-hand Duke turned King in the blink of an eye. But Elias has come far from the humble roots associated with his birth right, and he meets King Graeme on equal footing. Even if the decaying King still considers himself the golden goose that lay Liechtensten's prized egg. "She's the most contended bride I've seen in a generation." Elias layers on, in response to Graeme's barbed response. Joanna said as much; the Stuart's cared for one another, in a way Elias could hardly understand. It had to start from somewhere right? And that happiness should be of more value than Graeme weighed it at. "Actually, I thought I might help you with something." He prefaces, settling across from him. "Since we are about to be family and allies." He add with a ginger smile. "I wished to inform you of an... Auspicious opportunity. Involving my new alliance with Russia and her allyship with the Vatican."

For a long, obvious moment, the silver gray eyes of the Scottish King remained entirely absent, as the blurry figure of vague whisps of brown && well-intended but political smiles took it's sweet time to come into focus. One may simply assume that Graeme forgot the other, for just a moment. After all, what did a little Duke... was it King, now, right? Graeme nearly forgot. No matter - what would they have in common, on the grand scale of things? The elder King frowned, eyes flicking Elias up once && then down with full judgement now clouding those hazy hues. " Joanna's big day is approaching, indeed. " Came his cautious response, still waiting for the catch to this conversation, for surely this man must want something of him to come tugging, metaphorically, at his mighty robes. " Indeed, I am sure you are. " It was a subtle dig - Graeme, even now, firmly felt that everything between this union was solely brought to the table by his end. Lichtenstein had nothing he desired, other than a way to ensure Joanna's safety... and, apparently by some stroke of luck, her happiness. If Reuben was an example of the new royal family, well, his hopes were were low. " Yes, yes... out with it, then, may I help you with something? "

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@hcrexcellency | Elias and Gizella, The Schellenberg Apartments

Unlike the rest of his siblings, self-assuredness does not come naturally to Elias. If it did, perhaps he'd be more like them; breaking rules, manipulating circumstances, playing both sides of a coin. Then again... Latest developments prove that he's more of a Schellenberg than he seems. With the ink dry on his contracts with the Vatican, and a new friendship formed with the Romanov rulers. Elias walks on water, approaching Gizella with a bone between his teeth. He's got a plan for them - and that plan will secure their reign. "You're glowing, G." Elias marvels, though it's likely he's looking at her with rose tinted glasses. His wife has a way of glowing with light and emotion, in any room. It helps, of course, that he's in high spirits. His hand thumbing over her cheek affectionately. "Are you terribly busy? I have news."

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@classiqcals | Elias and Graeme, Afternoon Tea at the Portugal Palace

"King Graeme." Elias calls out, upon catching sight of the King of Scotland entering the Castillo's Tea Room. A set-up made for those still visiting after the charity ball, Elias had just concluded a meeting with his business managers when he catches him. The instigator of Liechtenstein and Scotland's great allyship. "Big day's upon us, huh?" He asks rhetorically, making mention of Joanna and Reuben's upcoming nuptials. "My wife, Queen Gizella, is very excited." And Scotland's deep pockets didn't hurt. "As is my brother, of course. What of your girls? Excited for the big day?"

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@classiqcals | Alistair and Zehab, Outside of the Portugal Palace

"You're not fooling anyone, mate." Alistair muses wryly, back pressed against the outdoor pillar overlooking the main entrance. After the masquerade ball and its faithful conclusion, several of the royal families began their respective journeys back home. Alistair, the ever-present advisor, keeping a stark eye to ensure the Windsor's safe departure back home. Still, the sight of Meredith's love is cause for intrigue, even after he's accepted his place in Robert's life. "The suit? The cheeky little man bun." He gestures around him, purposefully grating. "You almost pass for a French guard. But not quite."

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"Guess I didn't expect much of anything from Ruby. Least of all a wedding." Elias would've bet money the Schellenberg's didn't have that his brother would be the eternal bachelor. Then again, he also would've bet on his own non-existent fortune that he'd never marry himself. But Gizella's what happens when Elias is making other plans. "I'm glad. We only get one, after all." Sure, they could afford a grander one at any point. Or splurge on some extravagant wedding vow renewal. But Elias likes the singularity of one wedding day; his simple tux and the pink sheen on Gizella is uneclipsable in memory. "Besides, we more than made up for it with the honeymoon." He teases, wandering hands touching her back from beneath the fabric of her shirt. Those long days and nights spent together, fervent and untamed. Elias is already imagining it when Gizella makes mention of an heir. Fatherhood, like marriage, is something Elias never expected in his life. With her, however... He's reframed expectations. "You mean a baby, don't you, love?" Elias teases, noting the impersonal way heir sounds compared to a child of their own. The wistful energy is there, but replaced with something more serious as he takes stock of Gizella's every expression. "You know I don't care what other people want, right?" If he did, he'd concern himself with the fact that everyone wanted any other Schellenberg but he for the crown. "I just care about what you want, if you ever want it."

"It's the Royal Wedding of the year, what did you expect?" anyone who'd glanced at King Graeme's checkbook for this event would certainly know just how much went into the whole affair. Not only was this his youngest child, but it was the first Scottish royal wedding of this generation. It had to set the tone for the others and the pressure was surely on both countries to make it perfect. "Honey, I wouldn't trade our wedding for anything," she assured him, hands sliding up to his rather broad shoulders, "It was precisely about one sixteenth of the work for this one, so I was carefree and well-rested." A proud grin rested on her face as he doted upon her. Gizella sank into a dream-like haze each time Elias complimented her or boasted about her, the wishes of a lovesick princess all coming true and each time it felt entirely brand new. She reached up to her toes to place a very well-intentioned kiss to her husband's lips, a soft whimper humming through her throat. "Well, we are the ruling monarchs of an entire country and people will be awaiting the announcement of an heir," though she may not have been intentionally trying to get pregnant, as the idea of being a mother was all-together terrifying, "If anything, we can just blame it on that."

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"Wow... Love story for the ages." He doubles back at Mal with a pointed lift of his brow. Devotion to his sister aside, few people in this world are willing to give Javier righteous hell. And in turn, he does her the same courtesy. That's the plight of siblings, after all. "Maybe I should ask you why you think a loveless marriage will be worth it." Between the two of them, maybe they'll come up with an answer that satisfied the whisper of their parents' souls in the back of their minds. The very ones that cared for love, above all else. "Sober, charming, Kingly." He lists off the litany things he needs to be, winking at his sister. "Easy." And it is for him. Natural charisma has been his friend over the years, in place of his sister's brilliance. Sighing, he ruminates on Isolde's fate and the privacy she demanded. "It's just... A lot more than you can imagine. But that's all I can truly say about it. Okay?" There's an unspoken look in his eye - there are some things he couldn't say, for her sake. He says in regards to his fiance. "And we both know how rare loyalty is when you're royal. Maybe it's time to get to know her better? I mean... The wedding day's coming up."

❛your welcome for that.❜ they add with a cheeky note. it has been well worth it even if their parents would punish her. the late rulers of prussia loved their children, dotted on them, and in the same breath weren't shy of discipling their children when needed. losing them had been a below that the wagner children are still recovering from in many ways, but of them all, it is their eldest brother who had finished grieving them. it has been too long since her brother cracked jokes as often, a side of him that was seldom seen due to circumstances. that's what mal is afraid of the most, that her brother would lose himself in all of this. worse, that if he enters this loveless marriage with the dutch princess, what will it do to him? has he even considered this? ❛he can't really do anything, we're not married yet. not to mention, her future husband could give a rat's ass as to what she's doing.❜ the look that briefly crosses his features is not missed by the crown princess. perhaps she too was making a dumb decision with her chosen intended. ❛you get drunk enough home. it's more important for you to be sober tonight.❜ his alcohol intake has also not gone amiss, but given the position he's in right now, under so many eyes since his engagement, javi had to be on his toes tonight. the last thing she wants for him is to have his name plastered across the media for the wrong reasons. ❛oh, javi...what happened?❜ her hand squeezes his, ❛maybe she thinks she's doing a favor given your engagement and all.❜ in truth, mal suspects that just as he couldn't be away from the scot, she too couldn't, not for long anyway. both of her brows arch as she eyes her brother, ❛you would sound more convincing if you had more to say about her. I don't not like her, I don't know her. while i'm sure she's smart and could do well for prussia, she's not the one for you." she was just so....how does mal put it? cold. everything her brother is not. she'd been pleasant enough with malai, even nice enough, but wouldn't most women in her position? try to get along with her husband's siblings, but there's an aloofness to the blonde that made her worry about javi all the more. even if she didn't love javi, would valencia care for him?

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There was a time, not so long ago, that Javier led the dance of seduction between them. And it was an exhilarating experience, to introduce Isolde to such things. This, however, is a reversal of fortune that arouses with equal fervor. She calls him a King, and Javier emits a low grunt. "I think you're appealing to my ego." He says without complaint, smirking feebly under her touch. The decision is made even before Isolde says another word. "You give me no other choice." He marvels. "Giving you heaven, or hell... Either way, you're undeniable." It's his turn to submit, thick hands running along her soft skin. His lips following as she pulls away, ready to protest until her hands pull down the sides of her dress. A low, primal grunt as the dress falls - leaving her perfect in front of him. The green lace like a tease, forcing him forward like a man in a spell. "You're so fucking sexy." Javier marvels, rushing forward and sliding between her legs. His fervent hands everywhere - from pushing a hand beneath the lace of her brassiere, to coaxing her center beneath the silk. "We'll have to be quiet." javier reminds her, working his hand into the silk of her underwear until he can feel her waiting for him.

Isolde channels every bit of the daring and bravery of her youngest sister, all focus and resolve as she shimmies out of the top half of her dress and lets him drink her in. She knows that she is probably doing wrong by someone, but she will not stop when being with Javier is the most right she's ever felt. "You're a king Javi, it can work however you want it to. It would not be the first time that you rewrote the rules." Her nimble fingers slid around the collar of his shirt and she undid the top few buttons and slid her hand over his heart. "I...I was wrong for leaving darling. I thought...honestly, it doesn't matter what I thought. I was wrong. And I am here now, willing to take whatever you will give me, whatever anger you have...I have the time." She looks into his eyes, and hopes he understands. She's better and she is here to fight for him. "I don't want you to..." He kisses her and she melts completely for a moment, her eyes fluttering shut as her body bends into his. She lets herself get lost in him for a moment before she pulls back and smiles. Her hands go to the dress pooled at her hips and she lets it drop to the floor, standing in only her lingerie and her heels. She turns around and walks to the bar, letting her hips sway before she picks herself up and sits on the bar. Then, with a knowing look, she uses one finger to motion Javier closer.