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julietbeaumont:

juliet nodded at the other’s wise words before smiling softly shaking her head graciously “well, i believe it’s a custom more common for me as a human” the blonde smiled “i’m afraid i enjoy a good walk on the river more than others”

“My wife would have loved to walk on the river like this if it was warmer in Nepan. I’m sure there are others who share your proclivities.” Feet sinking into the sand was the main benefit he could see to living somewhere unbearably warm. Amir allowed himself one toe wiggle. “Honestly, it’s much nicer than I anticipated.” 

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finders keepers//losers weepers

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crownsandgods:

Raina tilted her head very so slightly, her innocent smile was an inch away from turning her into a one of those scary dolls kids like to play with so much. If he didn’t trust her, he was very right to do so because she could be as lethal as she was pretty. However she would never do anything to put her husbands reign at risk, and that’s were he got lucky. “One can only hope, am I right? But I am sure my husband will do justice to his people.” And she would be there to make sure of it. 

“I have every faith in him as well.” Perhaps more, with the lack of any children from their marriage. Let the lines die out peacefully and no one will be able to point fingers at Nepan for Mirvia’s downfall. No one could blame any king for bringing a kingless country into his own either. Time would tell. “The two of you make a lovely pair. Warms the heart to see such a devoted couple in these sad times.” A slight bow of his head closed the subject for him. “If there’s anything you need, Nepan would be happy to aid you.” 

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what do you call a cow with a twitch ?

beef jerky

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Known mage families, it would seem, multiplied like maggots in a barrel of apples. Where there was one, one was sure to find ten more. The queen’s sisters all looked harmless, but he knew that was how mages tricked a people. Appear harmless, blend in with regular people, and wait for their turn to strike. This was a celebration, however, and without a direct insult a king would be unfit to rule if he thought to offend his host. 

So, when faced with yet another of the sisters Amir smiled his charming smile and stopped his stroll. “The accommodations have all proven to be splendid, as one would expect of Mirvia. Do not trouble yourself on my account, Lady.” This sister at least didn’t look like she was ready to rip him in two just under her surface. “Although if you would be kind enough to show me the gardens I would be in your debt. We have nothing of its like in Nepan.” He offered his arm for her to take, less of an invitation than his words made it sound. 

Elodie stood with her head held high as she saw all those who came together in celebration of Mirvia’s new King and Queen. She almost couldn’t believe their family had reached this point, and she was immensely proud of her sister’s hard work and title. Now she felt the pressure was more on her and her sister to help secure marriages of their own in order to help their little sister’s. It was exhausting to think about, but she decided instead to focus on the occasion.

She felt it was part of her duty to ensure all of the guests felt welcome and comfortable for the occasion, and as a Queen’s lady she thought it necessary to make her way around, despite it being a bit out of her comfort zone. “Welcome, I hope you’ve been able to make yourself at home today.” She said to the nearest person to walk by. “Please let me know if you need anything.”

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handy dandy history of our favorite mage killing king below

(idris elba, he/him.) HERE YE, HERE YE ! ( king amir  ) of (faramound) has made their presence. the (fourty-seven) year old (human) is said to be (Amiable) and (Well-bred), but behind their back, people whisper that they’re just (Arrogant) and (Predatory.) i wonder what’s the truth?

Amir wasn’t the firstborn. The throne wasn’t in his future as far as he was concerned. That was his brother’s destiny. Thankfully. Being the spare instead of the heir gave him the freedom to focus his studies on his pleasures. By his fifteenth birthday he had already designed a manor and oversaw its construction. His sixteenth saw him escorting all of the eligible ladies around the glass gardens (that he designed, of course).

His brother was always supposed to be king next. His brother and father weren’t supposed to fall to a plague. Everyone he cared about wasn’t supposed to be taken away from him, but the crown came to him at seventeen after a sickness raced through the court. The puss-filled boils had Amir and half the country convinced it was the work of a mage. What else could cause such horrible devastation on an entire people? A witch hunt overshadowed his coronation, but his people would be safe under his rule. No vanity would ever come before his country.

Nothing was ever denied to him, not before nor after he became king. If he wanted something he took it; simple as that. It worked well with women, but the one he wanted didn’t allow herself to just be taken. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of, everything that his queen should be, and she told him ‘no.’ Eventually she said yes, and their wedding celebrations lasted a week. Nothing he’d ever done was half so challenging as wooing her, and nothing before had moved him to change the way she did. Even now, so many years without her, he rules the way he does because of her.

His daughters are the light of his life. Not once was he disappointed when the midwife handed him a girl. They were perfect, they came from the love of his life, and he would do anything for them.

His advisors are currently pestering him to marry again to produce a son as his daughters cannot rule after him.

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#me in every conversation

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Amir had been looking for the princess. Once, years ago she had been his daughter’s closest friend and almost a daughter to him. It’d been too long and he’d been too caught up in affairs of state to ask after the girl in the past years. Even though she’d grown into a beautiful woman he could still pick her out of a crowd by the set of her shoulders. “They always are, I’ve found. What are they doing now?” If she wasn’t bothering with a greeting he wouldn’t either. Instead he moved to stand next to her, eyes moving down to see what she was watching. A dancer clad in what he could only assume passed as clothes in a brothel had his brows raising near to the top of his forehead. “I hardly think that’s an appropriate display for a princess to witness. Or anyone outside a pleasure house.” 

        She watched through her opera glasses, from one of the palace’s many balconies, as an alluring exotic dancer (probably a foreigner) entertained the people below. Dark hair cascading onto her waist, red delicate fabrics and hip scarves accompanying the woman’s hypnotic and sensual movements. Myrabeth looked rather pleased, not bothering herself with the apphroach of others. “Commoners are rather… creative… with their entertainment, don’t you think?”

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julietbeaumont:

juliet was surprised by his actions but the princess had grown used to hide some of her emotions from others “thank you, your majesty” the blonde added genuinely “he was a good man indeed, and a good leader, i was very close to him but i’m sure my grieve will eventually pass”

“It never does.” The princess reminded him of his youngest, and he couldn’t help but feel a fatherly need to prepare her for a life she’d never thought of. “However, it is because the grief stays that our loved ones stay with us as well. It’s a double edged sword. Now, is it a custom for princesses to walk barefoot in the rivers here or just your custom?” 

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crownsandgods:

Raina could feel her skin crawl under the voice of the man she couldn’t possibly hate more if she tried, and she was almost positive he repulsed him just as much for being a mage and proud of it. It wasn’t a deliberate hate, no, neither had chosen to been on either side of the conflict, but they were. However she didn’t intended to showcase her emotions, the last thing she needed was to unvail a war during Alistair’s and her coronation. For now, latter she would see. “King Faramound.” She called his name with a sweet tone, gentleness in her voice, and it never faltered. The new queen bowed her head in respect, not that she held any for him but she had to keep up with the appearances. “Magnificent advice, I should’ve thought of it myself, but with all the events my mind isn’t quite the same.” She commented. “I hope your travel here wasn’t to exhausting.” 

He dismissed the idea with a lazy wave of his hand. “Hush. You had much more important things to focus on. It was a year before I realized it was an option.” Suspicion pricked at the corner of his eyes, not allowing himself to forget her family’s history in the face of her loss. He hadn’t been king for nearly two decades by not harboring suspicions, after all. Confident in his safety, for now, he returned to the calm fatherly king. “They were uneventful. It is a lovely ride this time of year though. Mirvia is flourishing. I am certain it’s a sign of a prosperous reign.” 

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wiickvds:

“Perhaps he does. Or perhaps he’s a man who just had one too many to drink.” Her shoulders raise into the slightest of shrugs, as she glances over at him. “You’re quite wise then, betting can be a dangerous game.” Milena’s eyes land on the silver ring, a smirk soon tugging at the corners of the young queen’s lips. “I’m not usually one to brag, but I’m quite handy when it comes to weapons. I’m sure I could best your daughter, or at the very least come close to it.” She was never a humble person, and she never tried to be. She was proud and vain, and liked to think very highly of herself. Deciding to take the king up on his offer, she stepped forward to the man, grabbing the nearby bow and arrow.

Good. He could use some entertainment, and perhaps his wandering daughter will hear the call for a contest and find her way to them. “I wouldn’t expect any less from the Dragon Queen.” Amir stood back observing her form, instantly sizing her up to his daughter. Perhaps, he thought, perhaps a friendly competition would be to his advantage. Even if Mia lost, a statement to their strength would be made. “Show us all your skill with a bow and if it’s impressive enough, why not host a tourney? I would suggest one now, while we’re all here, but I wouldn’t want to draw attention from Alistair’s coronation.”

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“I should hope so! I doubt the late king would wish for the entire court to follow him into death. That’s an old, barbaric practice.”  It was always a pleasure to see Highland’s queen, and this time was no different. He smiled, offering her a shallow bow. “The welcoming of a new king is always bittersweet. It’s much nicer to focus on the sweet part, don’t you think?” Even if was a pain to travel to Mirvia, they should enjoy themselves. Grabbing two goblets from a passing servant’s try, he held one out to her. “To our continued good health.”

          It was amusing watching men fluff themselves like peacocks, chests puffed out and eyes darkened with silent competition. The gathering of kingdoms under any normal circumstance was a peculiar affair, but a coronation was something else entirely.  One might aswell say ‘my horse is bigger than your horse’, for all the subtleties that they had when meeting one another. She had arrived in a jovial mood, there was an old-age grace about Mirvia that she rather liked. Even if the gardens in Highland were far superior, but she was polite enough to not comment on it. She took a turn around the room, observing others, but not without recognition, as Serena could never blend in with a crowd. Folding her lips together after being noticed, the rose queen smiled gently at the individual, “The court is alive with excitement for this auspicious occasion.” 

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julietbeaumont:

juliet bowed gently to the king of nepan, feeling the water around her almost tense up, as if even nature knew nepan’s history ❝ your royal majesty, i apologize for not being present to welcome you to the castle ❞ she admitted with a soft smile ❝ i was reading to my mother and the time got lost in me ❞ the blonde added.

“There is never a need to apologize for tending to one’s family, princess.” His daughters would do the same for him, he hoped. Kneeling down he removed his own shoes and stockings in a show of good faith. Stepping into the water he was pleased to find it cooler than expected. “Your care for them is a balm I’m certain. Your father was a good man; it’s no surprise he raised a good daughter.” 

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alistavr:

as the king of nepan approached him, alistair bowed his head in respect. “your majesty, always a pleasure.” growing up, he remembered the stories his father would tell him of nepan. he knew of the executions, the vendetta against magic users, the alleged corruption and favoritism. he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intimidated by the man and the power he held, but he tried his best to stand his ground anyway, hoping that the inner anxiety would not shine through. “thank you, i very much appreciate your kind words in this time of grief, it’s been hard on us all, but i am certain that mirvia will persevere. how were your travels?”

“Mirvia is strong I should not worry about that.” Amir smiled. Tension eased out of his shoulders with the reversal of power. Outside the hall the playing ground was much more in his favor, and that was how it should be. This new, untested king should not sit higher than him, not when he and his father allow the mages free reign. They’ll destroy every kingdom if left unchecked. How could they not realize it? Pushing the thought from his mind he clapped the boy’s shoulder.  Friendly. They were friends as kings should be to the outside world at least. “Our travels were uneventful, thankfully. You’ve had no travels and yet you look fresh off a month’s journey. Impossible though it seems, the world will keep spinning if you take a moment for yourself. Don’t make the same mistake many of us made when we first came to our crowns. Let yourself rest once and a while.” 

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Amir chuckled at the passing remark. “You would think so, and yet they still fall easily.” The wine was a welcome sight; nodding his head in thanks the king sipped with a grim smile. “Pierce them and they’ll bleed out like any other animal.”  Immortality, now that was a tricky one. Diplomatic relations were a turn around a garden in comparison to the debates he’d read on immortality. “Now, are we purposefully trying to anger our hosts or are we just letting our tongues loose thanks to the wine?” 

curious people, the king thought, as he glanced about – a sun-lit smile and piercing blue eyes radiating throughout the room ( aimed to capture the attention of anyone who DARED to passed by ). “mm…you would have thought the mages would know how to use magic to make themselves immortal by now,” percy paused, his head tilting ever so slightly as a smirk grew across his features. “pity.” his words were meant to be taken as sarcasm, but percy was in fact quite fascinated by the POWER of magic. perhaps he would have even clawed and bled for a taste of immortality. reaching for two golden goblets, the king then turned to his right and extended a gold adorned arm to offer the wine. “have a drink with me ?”

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Mirvia always set his nerves on edge. Carrying on as they did with the mages it was a wonder the kingdom has lasted as long as it had. Danger lurked around every corner when he couldn’t guarantee a hall free of the vermin. Then there were the rumors of the royal family... The new queen’s family mixing in would have made everything worse if she would have given her husband a child. At least they won’t be multiplying, he consoled himself with the thought. With nothing proven, not yet, it was his duty to remain genteel. “We are honored to be your guests. Nepan mourns and celebrates with you, Highness.” He bowed his head before leaning closer. “I found it helpful to come up with three different greetings when I first came to my crown. It helps keep our voice fresh at these large gatherings.”

Raina was blooming, burning others would say, but she was exited nonetheless. Of course mostly because by the end of that week she would queen, officially queen. Not that red queen nonsense she secretly loved so much, she would be queen of Mirvia. But there she was standing in all the splendor of her youth, her red dress always standing her out from the rest. A polite smile on her face as she observed the castle filled with company and guest, how she loved a good festivity. “Welcome to Mirvia, its a pleasure and honor to have you here.” She kept repeating, the sentence was beginning to lose meaning.

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Fresh air, even thick air like Mirvia’s was a blessing after the stiff formalities of foreign courts.  The king made his way outside soon after hello’s were said. He hadn’t expected to stumble upon what looked to be a private moment of girlishness. The corner of his eyes crinkled. If the river was warmer he would have found his late wife barefoot more often than not he thought. “A thousand pardons, Highness. I thought to enjoy the air and some quiet, but it seems I was not the only one searching for those.”

ever since her father, the king of mirvia, passed away, part of juliet’s usual cheerful light had faded away. she was still grieving his death and that event added to her mother’s poor health the female felt a bit hopeless. thankfully, the blonde found that a stroll next to the river would calm her nerves at an incredibly fast speed. she enjoyed being around water, even if she wasn’t practicing her magic. the princess removed her shoes walking next to the river barefoot so she could feel the water as she gave a step into the river. however, a branch cracked somewhere behind her making her jump and look at the other ❝ i’ve heard it’s impolite to appear with no announcement ❞