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                         ❝ I fathom it to be somewhat paradoxical. ❞ Caroline mused, her ladies busying themselves around the Danish royal apartments, ensuring that all was suited to their Queen’s whims and megrims - alas she would always find something to take issue with. She could take no grievance with the accommodation that had been offered, however, Rome was a beauty unto itself and his holiness had ensured that all Royals would sample its wealth and opulence; a clever guise to emphasise the might of the Papal States without being too direct - the threats would, undoubtedly, be saved for later in the summit. It was all a futile endeavour in Caroline’s opinion, the war was inevitable and such an attempt to soothe old wounds and indulge damaged pride was a waste of resources and time.  ❝ The city states of Italy are notoriously warmongering, they have been in a perennial conflict with one another for as long as one can remember. ❞ Pouring two chalices with the spiced wine that had been gifted, Caroline turned and offered one to her guest.  ❝ Yet here we all are at the behest of the Pope whom has suddenly developed a moral compass. I do ponder if his holiness would so readily extend the olive branch should the prospect of this war be more beneficial to him.❞

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Hello all, I’m Meg and I am so excited to be here to write with you all! This lady is Queen Caroline of Denmark aka wine mamma...i jest (kinda). Bellow you shall find a little bit more about her, but this is by no means complete - I will most likely adapt and change things as I develop her. Please do not hesitate to message me about connections, I am a ho for all manner of pre-existing relations and I am always here to plot - let us love you?  

Caroline was born in England and as the daughter of a Duke, she enjoyed a life of luxury within the English court. She was tutored in Latin, French, Ancient Philosophy, Music, Embroidery and horsemanship  - her education rather extensive for a woman of the age but from a young age, Caroline had displayed an aptitude for the academics. 

She was an extremely bright and vivacious young girl whose laughter would brighten the drab halls of the palace; she grew into an even more captivating young woman. It is by such wiles that she managed to entrance a Prince, the Crown Prince of Denmark to be exact. Her father had always expected that she would fetch a good match, but he had seldom envisioned such a match. 

At fourteen, she was married and en route to Denmark, a country she admittedly knew little about prior to her marriage. Yet, Caroline was nothing if not adaptable and she soon found herself thriving in the role of Crown Princess. Then at the tender age of fifteen, she secured her position forevermore following the birth of her son, Christian and later with the birth of her daughters. 

By the time she became Denmark’s anointed Queen, Caroline was well adapted to her role and had ensured that good relations remained between England and Denmark ( the loyalty she feels toward her birthplace is an unshakable one ). 

Caroline could be described as a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde character, on one hand, she is bright, vivacious and completely captivating; her court is always alive was music, laughter and merriment. But on the other, there is a calculating fierceness within her that can manifest itself in terrifying ways that few walk away from unscathed - Queen Caroline is feared as much as she is beloved; she never forgives nor forgets a slight. And if you were to harm or threaten her children in any manner you can be ensured that you shall soon meet her wrath. Nothing is more precious to Caroline than her children and she shall stop at nothing to protect them. 

She has always loved fiercely and passionately; many people have described that being loved by the Queen is the closest one could get to heaven and it is a privilege to be placed in such a position but also a precarious one.

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pre asoiaf meme ♔ Cersei Lannister

“Ser Kevan remembered the girl she once had been, so full of life and mischief. And when she’d flowered, ahh … had there ever been a maid so sweet to look upon? If Aerys had agreed to marry her to Rhaegar, how many deaths might have been avoided?”

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      Constance chuckled at his quip, “ Indeed, about the same time I heard about your love for the English Monarchy.” She teased in return, taking the offered glass, “ Tis only proper...what too? A prosperous year?”

✕     “Have ye? And I thought our reputation was full of sobriety,” he nodded with quite a playful smile and a teasing tone to his voice. Removing the top from the bottle, William briefly examined the gift once more before pouring it into each glass. “Shall we toast?”

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      “ ------ Very little, I always seem to find myself disappointed come February.” She chuckles, “ thus, I have set my expectations to a lower standard this year, and yourself?”

♔|♱     “A joyous new year to you also, my lady.” Ana smiled happily as her chalice met with the other’s. “Do you have any hopes or goals for the new year?”

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     A genuine smile stretches, lighting up her countenance with the warmth of friendship before she gave a little hum and sipped her drink, “ If I were to bestow a gift unto anyone, Clement, it would be you...” Placing her chalice to one side, Constance rose from her seat and made for the door, opening it to motion a guard inside, in his arms he held a large, ornately carved box, placing it down he quickly made his exit.

     It was a little inconspicuous at it were, though undoubtedly Clement would be able to make out his family crest, delicately carved among the fleurs-de-lis and other various one. The lid lifted with ease, the top lined with a fine blue silk, but that was not the wonder, the marbled chessboard took precedence and the ivory playing pieces which lined the squares, each design meticulous. Many hours of craftsmanship had gone into such a gift and Constance had been left speechless when she had first been shown it, though that mattered not, what mattered was if Clement liked it. 

       “ Most of my happiest memories are with you, playing this game and I wanted to give you something...meaningful, nostalgic, if you will, so I had this made for you. I do hope you like it.”

        ❛ — With that I can empathise WHOLEHEARTEDLY.❜ Clement utters, tone hushed as he disguises the words upon a shift in his seat, glancing around them with a mild crease of discontent in his brow. Her accompanying comment had caught him unexpectedly, however, and his gaze reflected his genuine surprise as his attention turned back to her, head tilting to one side; ❛And now I cannot decipher if you speak in jest … or not.❜

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      “ ------- Perhaps.” With a sip of her wine, she turns back to face Clement and returns to her seat, “ Though the problem with expanding ones social circles is that it requires one to be social, you see why I am in a quandary.” With a small chuckle Constance took another refreshing sip of her wine, watching him over her glass for a short while, “ Your right, it does not, though it does make me think twice on whether or not I should give you yours.”

        ❛ — IF that is true then clearly you must expand your social circles.❜ The Comte quips, his words similar in edge to her own before he scoffs, an unmistakable look of incredulity etching itself onto his countenance; ❛Unfortunately I do not share your outlook on that matter, though I cannot imagine that shall come as MUCH of a surprise.❜

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          “ ------ well you are the most benevolent man I know, I thought gift giving would appeal to you greatly.”  She teases, replenishing her chalice, “ and perhaps someone has something for you and you wish not to be embarassed when the sentiment is not returned.”

           ❛ — and what makes you think I would even CONSIDER giving a gift?❜ 

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     “ ------- I do not intend to be humorous, your majesty.” A small chuckle parted her lips, then her gaze softened, “ I wish for you to know that you may honesty and discreetly confide in me if you so wish it, not as your subject, but as your friend.” Constance speaks earnestly, before nodding at her later words. “ Such a desire is understandable, though I must confess I have limited experience in matters of the heart, my mother always taught me that it is duty and not heart that determines a marriage and once I would have agreed with her...tis why I agreed to marry the King of Bohemia, I wanted to be a Queen, to have that luxury and power. I realise now that an opportunity to love is more than alluring, but I urge you, be careful with your heart, there are far too many ambitious men in this world and you possess not only beauty, but a powerful kingdom also.”

“Very funny.” The Queen said, crossing her arms. “I was… Seeing someone secretly. But there wasn’t any spark. I guess I want that if I were to get married again. Though I feel it’s possibly not in my cards currently.”

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         “ ------- it would.” Constance could not disagree with that and unrest was known about England, one thing was for certain, the Queen would have to do something, and quickly. “Regardless, my lady, it shan’t serve anyone any purposes to speculate.”

♚ — ‘’A duke, I believe’’ Asta said with a little shrug of her shoulders. ‘’I suppose she believes marrying another englishman will strengthen her ties to England, Until her son grows old enough to rule.’’

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         “ ------- On the contrary, I have heard a great deal about the drinking habits of Scots” lips curl into a hint of a smirk, she was pleased he seemed joyed by it. “...I merely did not wish to PRESUME. Truly? Well they say there is a first time for everything, do they not?” Turning she moved to retrieve a few crystal glasses from the table, “Don’t mind if I do, your grace.”

✕      Reaching out a hand to receive the bottle and examine it, William’s eyes visibly lit up as a deep chuckle left parted lips. “Clearly ye don’t know how much we Scots enjoy a drink then…” He chuckled once more, returning his gaze to the English woman. “Thank you, never before have I received a bottle of brandy from a Sassenach before. Would ye like to join me for a drink?”