#( allfcnso. )

[leondanjou]

💫 - fight, tickle, insult. (Thomas, Marius, Alfonso)

THREE CHOICES MEME ;

FIGHT: @allfcnso (Leon would literally die so @queenalexandrina could get her country back and we all know Alfonso has grabby hands)

TICKLE: @princethomas (because why not???)

INSULT: @mariusdanjou (I was going to choose fight but this poor man has taken enough of a beating already lbr)

[austrianblood]

closed for: @allfcnso​

location: palácio dos estaus, early evening

lady henrietta had come to the palace with the intent of sharing supper with an old acquaintance of her father’s, a margrave who claimed to know her as a little girl. it had taken approximately five minutes and half a cup of wine to realize that the man did not seek a family reunion of sorts, only her favor as she rose in the estimation of the holy roman empress. in any other case she would have known better but her late father had always been her weakness. men never ceased to disappoint. she was preparing to leave when she spotted the king of castile as she walked through the main hall. since arriving in portugal she had only seen him from afar, he and his wife making for a handsome couple, and while she did not care for spanish affairs it seemed her empress favored her son-in-law for succession. each ruler was less and less austrian but her father would have reminded her that it was the nature of power and not her place to question the empress’s choices. perhaps, it did not matter who wore the crown as long as the duchy of carinthia was ruled by the house of eggenberg. 

“your grace,” she greeted, fair head bowed in respect, “we have not yet been properly introduced. i am lady henrietta von eggenberg, a loyal subject of her highness, the holy roman empress.” she had become used to introducing herself in this way. while her relationship with marius was common knowledge she felt that she was more than a mistress, a concubine and apollonia saw that within her. the whispers had been unkind to alfonso of castile but whether there was an air of truth to them had yet to be determined. she knew better than most that rumors often arose out of the basest of assumptions. “his grace, the prince of france has spoken highly of yourself as well as queen magdalena and it is an honor to make your acquaintance, i am sure.”

[beatriceplantagenet]

location: château de la tournelle with: @allfcnso​

fingers grazed over a stemmed goblet as beatrice lifted the wine to her mouth and took a heavy sip. eyes flicked to her companion for the evening, a king who in this room was just a man with whom she enjoyed spending company. the sky was dark through the windows and the only light came from candles and sconces that adorned the walls.

( her ladies had been told to make her excuses if any asked for her, a tenuous one about visiting her beloved aunt crara and her cousins late in the day. )

“i have missed you, alfonso,” she said quietly, though it had not been overly long since they had last seen each other. she had visited toledo before returning to england for christmastide with her family, one that was seemingly becoming more fractured with each passing day.

“how fares castile since i have left?”

[glcsterdux]

@crownshqs spooky reddit thread meme inspired by my twelve-hour ghost adventures binge, featuring: @kingedwardplantagenet, @katrinkc, @ofitzroy, @glorifiedcrown, and @allfcnso

[kingcfnaples]

location : jeronimos monastery, the kingdom of castile’s residence timestamp : august ninth 1458.. late afternoon status : closed to @allfcnso​

For the entirety of his life Ferdinand had been taught how to be a King. For as long as he could remember he had patiently awaited his turn upon the throne warmed by his father. Carved by hands from centuries before, he awaited with patience. But such an education paled in comparison to the actual and eventual rule of King Ferdinand of Naples. Though within his own palacio he seemed to emit a certain scale of wealth and fortune, when dialled back to the moments behind strong walls, he seemed not only youthful but clasping at stray threads. Turning to the King of Castile, a long-time ally, Ferdinand sought advice. “Alfonso!” He called, arms held up before moving closer, clasping his shoulders with a firm steady grasp. “It has been too long, how are you, friend? How has Castile been treating you?”

[beatriceplantagenet]

location: lisbon cathedral with: @allfcnso​

she prayed often, for peace, for her family, for her own autonomy that had been lost to her father upon the death of the husband whose mere existence had often plagued here. but beatrice did not often come to the cathedral for prayer; instead she often came to be away from those who sought her out for her father’s favor, to be away from the nevilles who might very well take her own life if given the opportunity to do so. today she had prayed her rosary before sitting in a pew, eyes fixated on the crucifix and the way the stained glass grew darker. she rose to leave, her skirts swishing against the floor, when she heard the telltale signs of rain. a thunderstorm had begun outside and between the boom of thunder and the rain pattering on the roof, it was clear she would not be returning outside anytime soon. ( perhaps she ought to have taken a carriage next time, instead of insisting on walking, with only a couple of her ladies for company; they still prayed in the back and she thought not to entirely disturb them )

walking through the cathedral, beatrice turned to her left where a small chapel remained. it was cozier, more private than she would have expected, and she was about to sit when she saw that it was not unoccupied. her head inclined, veil fixed over her face, and it was only thanks to the candlelight that she saw who she had interrupted. “my apologies, your majesty,” she remarked, one ankle moving behind the other in a graceful curtsy. “i trust i have not disturbed you overmuch?”