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@reinaamalia

    Beautiful, colourful gowns everywhere, men in black, men dressed as deities, the ball was as stunning as a rainbow. She was watching from the inside out, mask removed. Her feet were sore from dancing, her head a little hazy from the wine. Eden was content, still aware, still watching the scenery around her, but content. The people were moving the same as before in unison, no one had left besides her, and Louiza, her wonderful charge was still in her line of sight. For once, her guard was almost lowered.

    Perhaps that was why she didn’t hear the door slide open. Her face was still exposed. She was c a u g h t . And the woman before her was no ordinary woman. No, as fate would have it, she was someone that had known her in another life. She’d known Lady Talia, daughter of the fictional Duke Watson. Had it not been such a small country, her ploy never would have worked. “Queen Amalia,” she said kindly, bowing her head. “It appears that we meet again. I do hope you’ve been well. I also hope that you’ve missed me.”

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louizacastillo:

    “Santonio doesn’t even exist, Eden. Stop.” She replied, her cheeks red as copper. It was rare for Louiza to blush, but when she did it, she’d look immeasurably beautiful; ravishing like the sunrise. And such as it, Louiza could be something new everyday, spreading light to the ones she had touched. And red, red as her gown. Red as her lips and hot blood. Red as her feelings for Eden. Vibrant, passionate and fiery — that’s the way she loved. Those eyes of hers, as green as the limpid oasis’ water, were capable of healing the deepest of wounds and stop the war. Oh, how much the princess craved to drown in those eyes. To keep her close and fill the other’s skin with kisses; to wrap the guard in her arms and make Eden whisper that she was hers, and hers alone. But the room was crowded, so she bit her bottom lip and kept it all to herself. “You’d ask to dance with me one way or another. Don’t even deny it.” The spanishwoman smiled, tightening her grip to the assassin’s hand and caressing discreetly her fingers behind their long silk overcoat. “Gracias, mi paraiso,” She whispered back, “I knew you’d look like an ethereal goddess in that dress. I was right in fetching this for you. Now tell me, how are you feeling about that corset? Enjoying it much? I told it was painful to use, but you didn’t believe me.” She giggled, getting a bit closer to the other’s ears. “Don’t worry, I will rip it off as soon as this masquerade ends and we get some time alone.”

   “Are you trying to tell me that I guessed your name wrong, Your Royal Highness?” The fondness echoed in each of her words. Whenever she spoke to Louiza, she had trouble hiding it. Of course with her rigorous training, she could. She learned to disguise all of her mannerisms. She just didn’t want to. Louiza deserved to hear her affections in each syllable, she deserved to know that in her eyes, no matter her status, she was a queen. It was one of her subtle ways of showing just how much she meant to her. The rest in public were impossible, their touches had to be brief, calculated, hidden from prying eyes. Their gazes had to be short, their eyes void of admiration. If she weren’t so adept at subterfuge, used to living lies, she was sure that the impossibility of them would have driven her mad by now. A chuckle left her lips and she nodded in agreement, “I would have danced with you no matter what. Not even a king could stop me.” When it came to Louiza, nothing could stop her. She owed her the freedom that she’d been granted, although her loyalties went far beyond that. They were won, along with her devotion. The whole world could be burning to the ground and Eden search for her until her body was mere ash. “A goddess? I think that’s a tad dramatic,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek, her lips hidden behind a veil of Louiza’s hair. “I’m not enjoying it all, but the thought of you ripping it off I very much enjoy. In fact, I would like that right now...” She trailed off, a mischievous smile crossing her face. She wrapped her arms around her neck and began swaying to the music, resting her head on her shoulder so she could whisper once more. “Can’t you imagine it, Princess? The two of us, alone, in your room. Your fingers slowly removing the corset, the dress sliding down...”

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frejagartner:

Slipping away from the bustling hallways, Freja allowed herself a small moment. She knew she was needed by her father in a small while, for what she wasn’t exactly aware of yet, but a moments rest was desperately needed. She’d never knew court life to be so busy and tiring, even if she was hardly doing anything. But as a voice spoke from beside her, Freja’s small moment was already broken. As her attention turned to the girl, her eyes moved over the others figure. From what she could tell, she wasn’t a royal or someone her father would approve she spent her time with. But the invitation was far to good to pass up, “I have a few moments to waste before I’m needed and food is definitley something needed—alright, I may just take you up on the offer.”

It was surprising that someone had actually agreed. Eden had always prided herself on being difficult to say no to, but Royals were fickle, spoiled beings. That was something that she had learned in her days as an assassin. What they wanted, they got, price was no object. Morals never got in the way. This girl was dressed elegantly, money seeped from her attire, and the way she held herself was regal. She had to be a princess, queen or perhaps even a duchess. Her title hardly mattered, and that wasn’t the purpose behind her proposal. Simply, she wanted to create a life of her own. “Wonderful. I’ve heard the dining hall here is wonderful, although I’ve been trying to visit some of the local restaurants. Do you have any preference between the two?” She paused before adding, “I’m Eden Archer, by the way.”

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saoirseofireland:

        Saoirse planned to visit the gardens, knowing it was the only part of Rome that she didn’t despise. She praised her ancestors for building their castle outside of Dublin rather than directly in the city. But as per usual the princess was barely allowed to breath alone, going anywhere in or out the castle was out of the question. She leaned against the wall waiting for one of her ladies to arrive as an escort. The other girl complained of the sun and rushed back to Saoirse’s chambers for a hat. She idly wondered if she should just leave without the lady. It wouldn’t have been the first time. It was then a voice cut through her thoughts, and Saoirse glanced to her side. She didn’t even know someone else was there just seconds before. “I-” The redhead was puzzled. The other girl must have been speaking to someone else. Saoirse had never come across her before. “Do you always offer to have lunch with strangers?”

        Perhaps what separated her from the other women inhabiting Rome was that she was fearless. A stranger talking to her would have been viewed as a challenge, an opportunity to learn, where these people behaved as though she’d drawn a blade on them. Years of training was to blame for that utter confidence. Where some balked at a threat, she rose to it (and conquered it). This girl, much to Eden’s disappointment, was like the rest. “Isn’t that how you meet people?” She mused, shrugging. “Every single person that you know now, aside from family, was a stranger once.”

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ohbelarvs:

her face was stoic – like a stone. like her name – as the person beside her –– someone obviously from a lower position that her –– turned to her, SPOKE to her. in such a casual manner as if she was addressing a friend. petranka was not her friend nor did she has any intention to be one. “excuse me, darling. but did i give you permission to speak?” arched a regal eyebrow. perfectly shaped, perfectly trimmed. her blue eyes like ice as she stared at the other and though she was shorter in height, she somehow managed to stare the other down. “and no. i do not with to dine with you.”

It would be so easy to slit her throat. In seconds, Eden could unsheath the blade hidden at her waist, run it across her throat, and be rid of any evidence that pointed to her. She made it her business to study each Royal, it was part of her job (and her past position as an assassin). This one was hardly impressive, although Louiza was the only one who’d ever impressed her. “No one gives me permission to speak.” Her voice was low, the threat evident in it. “Least of all someone like you.”

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victor-kovac:

“How could I possible be opposed to something like that.” He grinned and offered her his arm to escort her to the drinks table. Victor wasn’t sure who this woman was, but she was indeed lovely and he would be foolish to refuse a drink with her. 

“It’s beyond me, but some people are simply fools,” Eden replied. She accepted his arm and allowed him to lead her to the drinks table with a smile on her face. This was fun, the mystery of all was enticing. “I like red wine best.”

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louizacastillo:

     “Care to guess who I am?” The crimson lady blurted playfully, a charming grin showing up on her lips as she laced her arm with the other’s. She had probably alarmed her new companion or at least made them pay attention to her. Louiza hated to admit that her mask was making it way harder to see all the steps under her feet. The castle’s stairs were frightfully enormous —- as they should be —– and she couldn’t afford to stumble and fall before all those foreign royals. “I bet a dance that you don’t even know my name.”

   “Hm… Clara Santonio,” Eden replied with a laugh, a cheeky smile lighting her features. As soon as Louiza had entered the ballroom, she’d known that it was her. She’d seen the dress in her room, vibrant, stunning red and flattering. Her breath had caught in her throat at the sight of the princess (she’d deny it), and she’d had trouble taking her eyes off of her (she’d deny that too). Although the black mask was covering half of Louiza’s features, her face was unmistakable. “Clearly I don’t know your name so I suppose this means you have to dance with me.” Eden leaned closer, lips touching her ear as she whispered, “You look beautiful.”

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     She was an attention grabber, by choice, this evening. Her dress accentuated her curves, hugged her waist tightly, and did little to hide the blades strapped around her hips. Her one saving grace was the overcoat that hugged her shoulders. Eden was no stranger to balls, she’d infiltrated many, but this was her first as Eden. The first one that she was allowed to behave as she wished, kiss whoever that she wished without repercussion, and the first one where she was hidden in the crowd. “Hello, beautiful stranger,” Eden said to the partygoer beside her. They stood before the drink table. “I do believe that you and I have three choices here tonight. We get a drink, guess each other’s identities, dance or take a walk through the gardens. Take your pick.”

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@marcosjvan​

      The entire evening Eden’s eyes had been scanning the crowd, measuring the flamboyant patrons up. Who lingered too close to the Princess in Red, who was on their sixth glass of wine, who scowled at their fellow party goers, whose eyes kept darting to the door. You see, people said a lot in their simple boy language. Even so much as what direction they faced spoke volumes. This was what she had been trained for, and this was why she was a personal guard to royalty.

      But she could only gaze upon them for so long before she deemed things safe. This was her night, too, and she planned to enjoy it. Two hours total was dedicated to monitoring, not a whole lot in the grand scheme of things. Now was her fun.

      In her surveillance, she’d been able to pick Marcos out in the crowd. It was the little things he had done, the stolen glances at one woman in sky blue with a white lace mask. The way he held his drink, knuckles occasionally turning white with grip. Perhaps the two of them spent too much time together.

      Eden made her way towards him, black grown swishing with her quick steps. When she reached him, she placed a chaste kiss to his cheek and whispered in his ear, “Dance with me, handsome. I’ve had my eyes on you all night.” She wasn’t sure that he’d know it was her, and that was half of the fun.

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@zuzannas

       The masquerade ball was beautifully decorated, there was no denying that. In Eden’s time touring courts, filling the dark wishes of her clients, she’d been to many balls. Few were as extravagant as this one. It almost -- almost -- made her dress feel worth it. The material was clingy along her waist, earning appreciative gazes. She bore more skin than most ladies in attendance. The whole getup made it challenging to conceal her weapons. Luckily she’d purchased the overcoat to hide them underneath, and there were one in her boot, and another secured around her thigh. Of course security had questioned her, and ass Louiza’s personal guard, she was allowed weapons.

       Eden had observed the guests numerous times, few grabbed her attention. No one seemed suspicious, they all seemed to be enjoying themselves, and seeing that forced her to slowly begin relaxing. Her paranoia still ran high, but who was she to waste an evening that could be filled with entertainment?

       Her eyes landed on a woman dressed in vibrant red and she smiled to herself. She had a nice smile. Honestly, she was beautiful, even in such an exquisitely dressed crowd. Eden approached her quickly, before someone else and smiled. “I’m desperate to dance tonight,” she told her. “And since we’re both alone, admiring the decor and patrons, I was wondering if you’d fulfill my one request of the evening.” 

       A terrible line. Awful. Disgraceful. 

       (But it had worked before).

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victor-kovac:

Entering the ball room, Victor surveyed the sea of people and sighed deeply. “I need a drink… Or several.” He mumbled to himself as he searched for the nearest staff member. 

“I hope that you aren’t opposed to getting one for a lovely lady such as myself as well,” Eden said with a slow, mischievous smile. As uneasy as everyone hiding behind masks made her, it also made interaction with people more fascinating.

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Eden Melody Archer + The Masquerade Ball

The dress is lined with daggers hiding beneath the robe, and in her shoes. She hates the fabric, and she’s dreading the entire evening.

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i’d love some event threads for both eden and noel! so like this and we can plot yes ok bye

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ofmatthias:

     matthias enjoyed many things. a r t  was one of them  &  perhaps the one he liked the most. he often found himself painting or drawing.  ( drawings that he wouldn’t look at again, most of the time. )  he was contemplating the landscape that he had began to sketch once he spotted what he considered a great addition to his illustration.  ❛            excuse me, would you mind sharing a few minutes of your time with me? i’d like to DRAW you. unless you mind me doing that, of course. ❜

     Eden rose when he spoke, arching an eyebrow. She’d been watching him on and off for sometime now. She was always observing those around her, it was calming, and it gave her an advantage. It was an interesting request, a first for her, although she hardly liked to be memorialized. Flattering, nonetheless, she supposed. After a brief moment’s contemplation, she replied, “Only if I can keep it. I’ve always wanted a self portrait,” she smiled at him. “You’ll just have to see me in the flesh if you wish to look again.”

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      The halls were bustling, each person practically running to their next location. Some had meetings scheduled, she was sure, while others simply wanted to look preoccupied. People were oblivious, distracted by their own thoughts, deeply intwined in their own minds. Eden watched in silence, observing the way each person behaved, learning their patterns. The more you watched, the more you learned. It was the easiest way to discover what made a person intricate, and learn their weaknesses. This was what she was born to do, according to Raven, long ago. Turning to the person beside her, she pushed her hair off her face and smiled faintly, “If you don’t have anywhere else to be, I’m about to grab some food. You’re welcome to join. I’d like to make some new friends, and reunite with old ones.” She had little to fear from most, and it was true: she would like some friends. It had been a long time since she’d had any.

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Hello! This is Dawn here again. I will also be playing this beauty, Eden Archer.

Eden was abandoned on church stairs when she was five years old. She never discovered why, and hardly remembers her parents names or faces. A woman by the name of Raven picked her up and promised that she would look after her. Young, naive Eden agreed, and off they went. Little did she know that she was the leader of a prestigious Assassin’s Guild. She was rigorously trained in the art of killing there. She learned to fight with almost every weapon (daggers being her favourite), learned how to infiltrate and use stealth, learned about poisons, and learned how to set traps. Her training was harsh, but useful. By the young age of 13, she was making her first kills.

Eden stayed with the Guild, traveling to many places throughout Europe, ending political threats, ending Royals, ending everyone that she was assigned to. At the tender age of 20, her final straw was when she was sent after a family, they seemed happy, and she couldn’t bring herself to kill them. She fled to Spain, changed her name and documents to Eden Archer, and began anew.

She found a career as a palace guard. With all of her training and perfuse skill in fighting, she rose through the ranks quickly and became assigned to Spain’s very own princess, Louiza.

Personality wise, Eden is observant (she’s always watching okay, she likes to size people up and learn what makes them tick), cunning (she will kill u, no one will ever know how, why or when), opinionated (she will tear strips down people while stating her mind) and fastidious. With others, she’s fairly friendly, although she doesn’t kiss ass. She gives everyone a fair chance to prove themselves to her, and if they don’t make the cut, she dismisses them like they’re a bug (and it doesn’t matter what your status is).

That being said, she is a trained assassin. If she thinks you’re of worth (information or connection-wise), she will do anything to make you trust her.

Once Eden makes her mind up about something, that’s it. She will accomplish it or she will die trying.

This is short and sweet but I plan on writing more! It’ll be on my actual page though. I’d love to see Eden have a best friend (bonus points if they’re complete opposites) and I’m going to list a few that I’d like to do. I’m totally open for plotting with her. So give this a like or shoot me a PM.

I would absolutely love was if she attempted to assassinate someone, nearly got caught (and they saw her face) and this was one of her first jobs so it was unclean and one of her biggest regrets Preferably with a royal!

Before she fled to Spain, her known alias was Jade Worthington. I’d love if someone from England knew her as Jade and is like wtf who are you now??

One of her jobs was an undercover one. She infiltrated a court as staff and needed information on one of the royal courts. She could have been friends with this person, could have had a purposeful affair with them, whatever! Royal or staff member who would know information.