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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

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adelaidedelorraine:

        if there was one thing adelaide found more exhausting than inane small talk, it was her family. ‘ do not be so critical of yourself, liliane, ‘ adelaide said with a forced smile. ‘ your hair is always lovely. ‘ not that she cared much either way. she preferred to let the handmaids deal with her long blonde locks, and leave it at that. ‘ lorraine has been uninteresting, i am afraid, ‘ she continued. ‘ but i have travelled to england & florence both, and now sweden, so at least i cannot complain. ‘ 

Liliane pouted. “Uninteresting? How unfortunate. Our paths must have criss-crossed, for I have been in England recently. The queen is very great with child! It’s peculiar feeling to be so far gone, and to travel with it.” 

Liliane poured herself another cup of wine, and yet another for her sister. She knew Adelaide almost solely from letters and word carried from home, for she was Adelaide’s senior by too many years for her to own and thus distant. She’d been married and widowed long before Adelaide had even come of age. “I did a little tiptoeing in France, as well--oh, it’s hard to say all the places I end up going! I love to pick up and take off on a new adventure.”

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jamesofengland:

“That has never been something that I have been accused of” he replied, and for a good reason. His sense of humour, and his good humour had died a long time ago, if it had even existed. He wasn’t really sure it ever had. But he saw nothing good in the world anymore, and saw little reason to pretend otherwise. Wasn’t like anyone actually expected it of him anymore. 

Well he had about three options as far as he could tell. Go back to the festivities and put up with the manners, stay here, or try and escape all of it and risk being forced back to the festivities. Ok so one option, because he wasn’t about to return back and be forced to be a prince again. “Why does this feel like walking into the vipers nest?” he asked, though obliging and sitting down.

“Because every single one of us would sink their teeth into you if given the slightest opportunity,” Liliane teased, and indeed, there something wicked and serpentine in her posture, both warning and temptation. Her fingers lingered over the strings of her lute thoughtfully, plucking nimble chords here and there to accent her words. “But on my honor, sir, I swear you will come to no harm by my side--unless, of course, you would like to be bitten.”

The others in the room with her broke into tittering laughter. Two or three began to strum their instruments and tap at the harpsichord wedged in between the couches.

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musingxmemes:

Sᴇɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ (...)”s. Tʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ‘ʏᴇs’ ᴏʀ ‘ɴᴏ’.

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alexandrinaofbrittany:

Alexandrina was quite content with herself when she arrived in Sweden, enjoying herself at the concerts, tea gatherings, and plays, but some of the time she hid in her room or she was scanning the room, almost as if she was looking for someone. But tonight she decided not to to that, dressed in her best dress, scanning the room again before she took a deep breath before jumping a little when her companion appeared. “I’m sorry, you scared me,” she admitted with a light laugh. “I was, um, looking for someone….”

“Say it’s me,” Liliane said, appearing from the side. “We’ll have a wonderful time exploring the Tre Kronor together. I intend to find every useful nook and crevice in this dreary, windy, rainy place. What do you say? Will you be my companion for the evening? You look like an angel.”

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adelaidedelorraine:

    ‘ truly, if i have to spend one more minute listening to these women…, ‘ adelaide said, only just barely bothering to speak in an undertone. ‘ the next person to try and engage me in a discussion of the most fashionable way to wear one’s hair will finally drive me to madness. though i expect you think i am already there. ‘

“As soon as my maid has my hair done presentably, I find that it magically finds its way to dishevelment,” Liliane said with a profound sigh. “And you have such lovely hair, my sweet little sister. Come here, come here. Take my hand. I have hardly seen you all this year. What has been happening in Lorraine?”

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jamesofengland:

“I think most people think that way, the vast majority of them just do not want to admit to it” or at least that was what he had found over the years. He saw no reason to keep his mouth closed about his opinion on it, he never did,

““That is because they always play the same music that we have all heard at any event” he found it fairly easy now just to tune out and think about something else if he had to stay, but more often then not he would slip out if the room. “No… my childhood music tutor told my father that if he had to continue trying to teach me, he would break all the instruments instead”. 

Liliane blinked--once, then twice. Then she burst into a peal of laughter, clutching the arm of the lady beside her. It was a joyful laugh, not a mocking one--a tear seeped from her eye, and she wiped it away with a well-manicured, bejeweled hand. “Oh, my dear--you are quite the wit!” Liliane said between laughter. “You must stay. I don’t think I’ve met such an amusing man in my life.” 

An aristocrat nearby sniffed in dismay, but Liliane leaned over and patted his knee affectionately. “You’re amusing in a different way, my love,” she said consolingly, before turning again to James. “Oh, dear sir, you absolutely must stay and indulge me. I delight in making new friends, you see. Here--oh, darling, won’t you move aside? Make a little room for him.” Liliane flashed another, brighter grin. “Come and sit by me.”

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jamesofengland:

James was beginning to wonder if he had walked into the room. Still it definitely wasn’t one of the peace meetings, that was something. Though what it actually was he wasn’t quite sure. He never really could tell with this sort of thing.

“Perfect time, for what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. A little blunt, but he had never really been one for dancing around the edge of something without very good reason.

“Doesn’t matter, I am not one for titles” he replied, he hated being called that. 

“What a delight to find someone of a like mind!” Liliane exclaimed. “Neither am I. Call me Liliane, or Lili if you feel especially bold. These are my new dear friends--” 

She gestured to the collection of pretty people, dressed in fine, bright clothing, some bearing up instruments. “And we’re having a little musicale. I love the fine court musicians, but it always makes my hands itch to play myself. Are you musically inclined at all?”

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jamesofengland:

James was well aware that he probably should at least try to behave by the rules whilst they were in Sweden. For the most part he had been successful. He had been better behaved then he was in the English court. Still, the whole thing was rather frustrating, and he was beginning to wonder why they had all been told they had to attend.

He wasn’t really sure what the others were doing, he had only just walked into the room, though was relieved that it was not one of the meetings. “Am I late for… this?”

Liliane played a scale, trilling upward into a flourish. She favored her new guest with a gleaming smile. Around her were arrayed a collection of admirers, some playing their own instruments and others merely laughing or singing. 

“No!” Liliane said, her face a picture of delight. “Come, come. Sit. Move, darling, if you would? Make room. You’ve arrived in perfect time. Welcome to my bower of amusements, my lord ... ?”

Her brow wrinkled as her memory faltered and she failed to come up with a name. She was sure she recognized this man from somewhere.

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❝ Everything’s gone according to plan, as I said it would. ❞

“Yes, and it was delicious! But what about my plans, Peter? Don’t make me beg for a turn. You’ll like my plans, I promise.”

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❝ Please, I can’t stay long. Permit me to speak with you. ❞ (Alethea)

“Permit? I beseech you. Speak away, my dear! But why not tarry? Surely your husband won’t object to a spare hour here or there. When he finds us, we will be the most lovely pair he’s ever seen--doubtless his ire will evaporate like the morning dew once he spends a moment between the two of us!” 

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❝ Never forget who you are, and the great name that you bear. ❞

“I am the lily of Lorraine, after all. But I admit to doing a little forgetting, particularly when the one who is causing me to forget is so very beautiful ... that will be between you and I, of course.”

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❝ When I was a girl, I thought I was destined for greatness. ❞ (Henriette)

“Oh, how charming! We must all have dreams, my dearest girl. When I was your age, which was not so very long ago, you know, I believed I was destined to tread the stage ... you can imagine how quickly that little notion was put to bed!”

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adaliees:

“me?” adalie asked. she barely knew the woman. she walked forward to sit on the cushion, confused because she was not sure that the woman really wanted to speak to her, only that she was told that. “i would like that. i enjoy song, and it has been a trying week.” 

“It breaks my heart to hear such things,” Liliane sang, pitching neatly and fluidly into a song. Her fingers flourished across the strings--her voice sustained the melody, her instrument only the embellishment. “Let me carry away all trouble on music’s wings--and find comfort in these twangling strings.” 

She sighed, and switched to speaking. “What has been so trying, my darling?”

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crownprincejacques:

Treasure? Well there was something that he had not been called… well ever if he was honest. “I am not in a rush to go anywhere. However there is no need for that”. 

“What? Never. There is always a need for music.” Liliane pouted--but, like all disappointments, it was only temporary. She broke into a wide grin. “Music sustains all good humors, my dear! You need not be so serious!”