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luckhound · 4 years

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— reprieve.

pairing. alfonse/gender neutral reader (summoner)

genre. fluff

description. he’s not one for feasts and dances, but just like with everything else, you show up and change that.

note. i’m not that confident writing for feh since this is my first piece, but somehow this is 2.2k words long and in alfonse’s pov 😐😐 anywayz no one should criticize me cause i tried

Another day, another village saved.

It had been evening when the battle with the forces of Múspell came to an end, the last of the opposing army retreating. As thanks, the villagers opened their only inn to the Order of Heroes, inviting them to stay the night and recuperate, before resuming travel early next morning. They accepted, seeing as most of their forces were exhausted from the day’s events. Pitching tents, tending fires, and eating rations hadn’t sounded appealing to any of them in the slightest.

Alfonse was thankful for their hospitality, not to mention eager to get some much needed rest. Only to learn that the villagers were so moved over being saved by the Order, they were throwing a feast in their honour. Apparently, they refused to take no for an answer. (Though he doubts his sister put up much of a fight when approached by the village elders.)

Which is how the Prince of Askr finds himself nursing a mug of ale, watching the festivities and wondering when would be the appropriate time to retire for the night.

The villagers had done a fine job, considering how impromptu the feast was. A bonfire roared in the center of the village, bathing the square in hues of red, orange, and gold. Tables were erected nearby, full to the brim with various foods. One of the villagers had brought out their lyre and was playing a jovial ditty, while children and adults alike danced merrily to the tune.

Sharena is among the revelers, having shed her armour for one of the dresses she’d packed for the journey. (Alfonse had raised a brow at her luggage and told her such finery wasn’t necessary, not when they were setting out to defeat Surtr and his forces. It seemed he was the wrong one.) Her hair is twisted into a braid and decorated with flowers by the young children who had taken to following after her like ducklings would their mother. One of her little admirers is in her arms, head thrown back in laughter as they are swung about.

He spots other familiar faces nearby as well. Commander Anna is engaged in friendly conversation with one of the villagers, a woman. Camilla of the World of Conquest is sampling some of the desserts, licking the sugar that dusts her fingers with relish. Frederick of the World of Awakening appears as uncomfortable as Alfonse feels, standing on the fringes with his hands clasped behind his back and still in full armour.

The only one missing is you, the Summoner. It has been some time since he had spoken to you last. He’d caught glimpses of you at the start of the feast, but he had been too busy conversing with the village elders alongside Sharena to approach you. Though he glances around, he doesn’t see hide nor hair of you.

Had you decided to cut the night short?

Suddenly, sticking around sounds even less appealing. He’s done his rounds, chatted with villagers and fellow Order members, and thanked the right people. Surely his duties are complete. He thinks wistfully of his room at the inn. It isn’t as spacious as the one back home, but a bed is a bed, and he’s tired.

Just as he considers retreating, not unlike the Múspell forces had, he feels a presence at his side. “Well, if it isn’t the life of the party.” He glances over to see your smiling visage.

You’re out of your summoner’s cloak, wearing a fetching tunic and pair of pants. A flower is tucked behind your ear; perhaps the children had gotten to you as well. Your skin glows in the firelight, which is reflected in your eyes.

Alfonse finds his gaze lingering on your form for longer than appropriate. He clears his throat, turning away. “I would hardly refer to myself as such.”

“I know, I was joking.” You sound amused. There’s a pause, wherein Alfonse curses himself for not realizing your words had been in jest, before you capture his attention again. “That title would go to your sister, I think.”

That piques his curiosity. He seeks out Sharena for a second time. She’s still dancing with the children. His sister is twirling one of the girls, a beaming grin on her features. It can’t be clearer how much she’s enjoying herself.

He smiles at the sight. “Sharena always has been the life of any party. She was over the moon every time we held balls at the castle.”

You knock your shoulder against his. The brief contact has his fingers tightening around the mug he’s holding, a reflexive reaction he can’t control. “Let me guess. You didn’t have much fun at those balls?”

His first instinct is to laugh awkwardly, write your words off as ribbing and leave it at that. But when he looks to you, your head is cocked to the side, your gaze trained on him. You seem to be awaiting a response. As if you genuinely want to know what he was like back when the kingdom of Askr was at peace, and not in the midst of war.

Alfonse gives the diplomatic answer. “I understood their function. It is important for royalty to host events at the castle. They present an opportunity for us to interact with our people and learn how they are faring.” At your expectant look, he admits, “...I didn’t particularly enjoy them, no. Actually, I was often scolded by my mother for leaving early.”

You chuckle at that, but not cruelly. “Huh. I can’t picture you getting in trouble with your mom. But hiding in a corner, so you don’t have to talk to other people?” You look at him pointedly, a teasing slant to your mouth. “That’s easier to imagine.”

Does he really come off that way? He frowns. That isn’t how he wants to appear to anyone, you especially. The thought is a bit disconcerting, because he’s not sure when your opinion of him started to carry such weight.

“It isn’t that I didn’t want to talk to anyone at those events.” He stares out at the crowd, so that he doesn’t have to meet your gaze. “The nobles who attended just confounded me. So many of them are duplicitous. They rarely say what they mean, and often attempt to befriend me for my title. And then there were the rules and conventions that had to be adhered. Sharena was capable of handling all that while still enjoying herself, but it was...difficult for me.”

(It didn’t help that his behaviour usually disappointed his parents, whether it be because he inadvertently snubbed a noble or left before it was appropriate. Now isn’t the time to think of his many failures as a prince, however.)

“Oh.” The quiet sound compels him to look at you. Your merriment from before is gone, your brows furrowed and the corners of your mouth tugged down. “I’m sorry, Alfonse. I didn’t mean to remind you about all that, especially when this is supposed to be a happy occasion.”

He blinks, taken aback, before shaking his head. “N-No, don’t be sorry. You didn’t say anything untoward. If anything, I should apologize for ruining the mood.”

Now you’re the one shaking your head. ��You don’t need to apologize for speaking your mind! I asked you about it in the first place, anyway.”

Suddenly, he can’t help smile at the situation. The two of you are members of the Order of Heroes, battle-hardened and assured on the battlefield...but tripping over each other during a simple conversation at a party. “Then I guess neither of us need to be sorry.”

Maybe you realize the absurdity too, because you huff out a laugh. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Conversation comes easier then, the topic at hand turning to how you both spent your time at the feast thus far. You wax poetic about some of the pastries you ate, while he mentions the praises the village elders had for the heroes. There are brief silences in between, but it’s comfortable and not at all stifling.

During one such lull, Alfonse notices that Anna is no longer near the food tables. She’s being led by the hand to the makeshift dance floor, still in the company of the woman she’d been speaking with earlier. She’s smiling from ear to ear, with a lightness to her shoulders that’s rarely present when they travel.

He points the new development out. “Looks like the Commander and her new friend are planning to join Sharena.”

Your brows raise in mild interest, and you glance around for a moment before spotting the women in question. By now they have begun to dance, Anna’s arms twined around her companion’s waist. Your mouth quirks into a grin. “Oh, I doubt either of them are having friendly thoughts right now.”

He frowns. “What do you mean? They look friendly from where I’m standing.”

“Well, yeah, but...” You trail off, taking in his confusion. Then your eyes widen. “Uhhh...You know what? Nevermind! You’re totally right, they are.”

Alfonse gets the feeling that he’s missing something. He decides not to press you on it. Instead, he returns to watching the proceedings. He’s so engrossed in wondering how Sharena has yet to tire herself out, he doesn’t notice you glance from the dance floor to him, your teeth digging into your lip in contemplation.

“You know,” you begin carefully, “maybe we should join them too. As in, on the dance floor.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink in. Then he’s stammering, the nape of his neck warm. “Join them on the...I-I can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to, o-or do, that is to say— I don’t— I’m not a good dancer.”

You smile reassuringly. “That’s okay. I mean, look! Everyone's just dancing to the music!”

That’s the problem, he wants to say. He doesn’t have an aptitude for dance, but the waltz has steps he can follow. Here, in this tiny village so far from the castle, there is no structure to the dancing, villagers and heroes alike making it up as they go. Alfonse knows his two left feet will only embarrass him if he tries to join in.

His trepidation must show, because your smile disappears, a look of worry replacing it. “If you’re not comfortable, though, I’m not gonna force you. We can just stay here.”

He wants nothing more than to agree. But then you glance over at the dancing crowd, looking wistful, and he finds himself saying, “Well. Maybe just for a little bit.”

You turn back to him. “What? Are you sure? You don’t have to say so because of me. Really!”

His flush is spreading to his cheeks, and his mind is conjuring up all the ways he’ll slip up, and he’s afraid of making a fool of himself in front of you. And yet he still sets his mug down at a nearby table, before holding out his hand towards you. “I insist.”

It’s worth the trouble when your face clears up, an excited smile playing at your lips as you take his hand. Your fingers are warm, and a comforting weight on his palm. As one, you both head to the dance floor.

Sharena is the first to notice. Her brows raise in surprise, before she’s grinning at Alfonse with a knowing look. He avoids her gaze, feeling his flush worsen, only to lock eyes with Anna. She waggles her brows. He narrows his eyes, feigning irritation, and turns away.

Then his eyes meet yours. It’s impossible to look away from the warmth he finds there.

You take a step closer, until your chests are nearly brushing. “Here,” you say, so softly he has to strain a little to hear you. “Just do what I do.”

The villager on the lyre is playing a softer song, not quite as fast-paced as the previous ones have been. You guide him into a dance that matches the tempo. He stumbles at first, but you’re patient, smiling encouragingly at him as you continue to lead without issue. Just as confidently as you do on the battlefield. The comparison helps ease some of his anxiety.

Alfonse can feel sweat gathering under the collar of his tunic, from the press of bodies around him, the crackling bonfire, and his nerves. He’s much too cognizant of all the places he’s touching you, and you him. He’s been in close proximity to you before, but never quite like this.

It’s terrifying. It’s maddening. It’s exhilarating.

After some time, you grin. “Look at that! You’re dancing.”

Fondness blooms within his chest at how pleased you are with his success. His lips spread into a smile before he even realizes it. “So I am.”

Eventually, the song ends, only for another to start. Now is the perfect time to pull away, to retire for the night, just as he wanted to earlier. Yet Alfonse continues to follow your lead, despite his two left feet and nervous disposition.

We’re not friends with the Summoner, we’re allies, Alfonse had told his sister once. He’d meant it.

Now, he knows that’s not the case. That hasn’t been the case for a long time.

He doesn’t allow himself to think long about just what it is between the two of you. All he knows is that he wants to indulge in this feeling for as long as he possibly can.

#fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem headcanons #alfonse x reader #alfonse x kiran #fire emblem #alfonse #m writes #only like half of this is edited #cause i can't be bothered rip #catch me finding a million mistakes when i reread this later :)))

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fortheheavenssake · 5 years

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PG MM Anon Interpretation Collection - 17

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

108: Nov 5

MM ANON …… A prospective congressional candidate ……caLiforniA voting …… bankrolled by Bubba…… 🎼” ain’t nobody Straight in LA”🎼…… Nov.14th , liftoff !! …… “ don’t come back, general consensus ma’am”. //… “ William’ you’ll love the break darling “…… “ 🦄can I come daddy, pleeeeeez!!”…… “bring me back a 🦎”…… “ Well, rather you than me squidgy” …… “ I’m reading these balcony jokes old thing” ……” 🤣🤣 Philip, look at this one ‘ wicked!!”… “make it there problem, it’s her decision “ … “Ad Nauseam.

🔥🔥🔥🔥HAPPY GUY FAWKES DAY AND BONFIRE NIGHT HAVE FUN AND BE SAFE ESPECIALLY WITH YOUR FUR BABIES🔥🔥🔥🔥

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 5/2019 Riddle #108 1050 hrs CST

A prospective congressional candidate

Rumours abound of madam seeking elected office in America once she leaves the U.K. Isn’t this marvellous, we are at the point of realistically talking about her being gone!!🤣🤣🤣😂😂😁😁😁😁🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😁😁😊😊😊😊!

She certainly has the nonsense speak to be a politician. However, in this digital age, this madam has more secrets hidden that anyone else that l 🔒 🔐 can think of. In America there is no relationship between the media and elected officials to embargo news or comply with the request of the Palace to not run certain stories. At least l don’t think there are. Every little inconsequential and massively consequential behaviour, hobbies, financial “borrowing “ from foundations allegedly, charging for appearances, not reporting income to the IRS, the Internal Revenue Service THAT oversees the tax system in America. Good luck Rachel! Oh yes, ah, there is that pesky little matter of manipulation to marriage allegedly, ⚖️ Treasonous crimes, allegedly, violating the “of the body”law allegedly and a long long list of other possible illegalities, ALLEGEDLY!!

caLiforniA voting

LA, Los Angeles, California is where madam allegedly hails from. Might this be where she has voted, or has she ever even voted? I wonder if she ever has because that would entail her having to think about something and someone other than herself. If she does run for Congress, seems that would be where. The left leaning celebrity driven politics in that state are in her wheelhouse. We have had celebrities, public allegedly lie for and about her. EDG talked about visiting the Sussexes at FC, feeding baby Archie and how much red hair he has, SERIOUSLY PINOCCHIO??SERIOUSLY?? You going to stick with that story??🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🧐🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥, GC, OW , HRC all chimed in.

bankrolled by Bubba

On twitter, archificial is bubs or bubba but a doll cannot bankroll anything. Bubba is Bill Clinton’s nickname. Are we to surmise, MM ANON, that she will be a paid candidate on behalf of the Clintons. This is unbelievable! But London Scoop warned two years ago, down is up, up is down, wet is dry, dry is wet. Her backers are very very obvious now in who they are! Get rid of any conservative Christian values, let the top 1% keep their trillions and manage the worlds money. The Commonwealth is quite a spanner in the mix isn’t it? This is scary stuff kids!!

🎼” ain’t nobody Straight in LA”🎼

Song by The Miracles, content of the lyrics is all about the prevalence of homosexuality in Los Angeles. Who is this referring? Doria?? I know she has a partner, but l don’t know if male or female. Is this pornography? Has madam done videos of this nature? Might this be the excuse she uses to leave the marriage, that she finally has “woke” to who she really is as a woman and is gay? I hope none of this comes across as homophobic, that’s is not my intention💜. Madam just poisons anything and everything!

Nov.14th , liftoff !!

Liftoff usually means a 🚁 helicopter or a spaceship 🚀 taking off! I am spinning that around! BIG TIME! Is November 14th the day the palace will liftoff the hold on the media 📰 and tell them go ahead DM print that million dollar dossier you have been sitting on for two years. Let the media explode the headlines with each and every bit of alleged filth, evidence, alleged misdeeds, financial and others!

“ don’t come back, general consensus ma’am”. //

LG telling HMTQ, if/when madam goes to L.A. or wherever for her six week break/ American Thanksgiving, the consensus, the agreement or majority opinion is she SHOULD NEVER COME BACK!!! All in favour, raise your hand!!!! Oh l see some people raising both hands, up that’s ok😁😁😁😁😁😁

“ William’ you’ll love the break darling ““ 🦄can I come daddy, pleeeeeez!!””bring me back a 🦎”

I have not read this or heard but l am going to suggest something. Prince Harry will have six weeks leave after RS, madam will be going to America, or so it seems just now, l don’t know where archificial will be. I wonder if the brothers are going somewhere to be together, spend time, talk over the horrors of the past two years. Maybe to Balmoral, hunting, fishing, drinking 🍺, just 😎 chilling out!! Prince William is going to Kuwait and Oman December 1 - 4/2019, the first week in December. I can hardly see this as a break but it will be away from the stress and truly with as it seems madam has been all but dealt with and contained, it would be a break! Sounds like our shy, 😁quiet😁 Princess Charlotte🤣🤣😂😂🤣, wants to go along! Prince George continues his love of all things reptilian 🦎 and wants a reptile brought back as a souvenir.

“ Well, rather you than me squidgy”

Way back when, there were the squidgy tapes. Anybody remember those? Anybody remember cassette tapes even??🤣🤣😂😂. Secret recordings privacy of Princess Diana and her lover who referred to her by that name. Squidgy can also mean soft, wet, something that when you squeeze it, it can change shape, like play-doh. According to the urban dictionary has a meaning that l refuse to type or share! I think this is Prince Charles and Camilla discussing her appearance on the 7th of November with Prince Harry YES HE IS ROYAL NOT NOT NOT A COMMONER🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 and madam. The Duchess of Cornwall is the Patron of The Poppy Factory . They will visit The Field of Remembrance at Westminster Abbey. It will be very very interesting if madam shows and what she wears and how she behaves, or make that, misbehaves. We know she has no respect for The Fallen or anyone else except SELF!! Charles is joking with her saying better you than me having to spend time with madam!! I LOVE visualizing these conversations!

“ I’m reading these balcony jokes old thing” 🤣🤣 Philip, look at this one ‘ wicked!!”

My favourite it is, but you are all tired of it by now but, 🔥 firelight, relaxing clothes, 📺 on, cocktails 🍸, relaxing time talking. PP is very much enjoy the lampooning nature of the political comics with various drawings of madam and how she will look 👀 in a cartoon version on the balcony🤣🤣🤣😂😂. Don’t you just love political cartoons? At one time, a cartoonist was murdered when he did a cartoon of a head of a certain religion, so there is a limit on what’s prudent. He points out one, l think l saw one similar, of madam portrayed as a witch! Wicked is a stage play about the witch characters from the classic film, with the gorgeous Judy Garland, The Wizard of Oz!

“make it there problem, it’s her decision “

Regarding having a VISA to return to England, l know you have to return to your home country every certain number of months, l have no idea what or where her VISA status is at. So if she goes to America, will she be allowed to return? Sounding like they are letting the staff at the airport deal with her. It’s also her decision if she wants to return to the U.K.

“Ad Nauseam.

Ad nauseam from the Latin, means one is repeated something verbally or by action, like pounding a door, so often that it has become endlessly annoying or tiresome.

Madam making endless demands over and over and over. Pleads over and over and over. Don’t make me attend anything public, l can’t do it please, please, please. Ad Nauseam. I think the phrase Ad Nauseam perfectly describes the general feeling towards madam just now, although l would argue there are stronger adjectives some would use.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 5/2019 1210 hrs CST

What fun…..thank you dear PG…so appreciated…..😁💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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109: Nov 6

MM ANON ………” the pest is fleeing the rented nest” SO-HO HO HO !!!………”🎼” don’t give me that do goody good bullshit”🎼…… I’ll catch him , you talk him round” …… “ don’t be naive, it’ll be longer than 6weeks.”……… “I’ve got a cunning plan”………… Mmmm’ money but NOT title!!…… “ the Privy Purse won’t finance that”. …… “ I’ll have a chat with the LCJ, ol’ Netty will fix it.”…… “ done and dusted darling”. …… 🎼” we’ve already said “ so long”🎼………🎼” With a Little help from my friends”🎼. Amen!!

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU SO MUCH MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 6/2019 1115 hrs CST Riddle #109

” the pest is fleeing the rented nest” SO-HO HO HO !!!

Well, madam is done, leaving. She has been kipping at SoHo, probably worn out her welcome!😁🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 Never to return!! The Ho stayed at SoHo🤣🤣🤣😂😂🤣! This is bloody fan-diddly-tastic!!!😁

”🎼” don’t give me that do goody good bullshit”🎼

MM ANON taking us back to Money Pink Floyd! Yep all about money, living the highlife, not having done anything of consequence for it, except wrong things, violence even. Madam is DEFINITELY not a goody good! I am so excited, l am trying to type so fast! Forgive any of my usual typing errors!

I’ll catch him , you talk him round” “ don’t be naive, it’ll be longer than 6weeks.”“I’ve got a cunning plan”

Like William and Catherine, maybe more intimate family discussing rehab for Harry after this horrific tour of duty of unprecedented nature and length of time. Sounds like they will have him come for that tagliatelle recipe of Catherine’s. I wonder if l could be invited? Anyhow, the length if time in rehab varies, depending on any medical issues and what substances need to be weaned off of. It’s harrowing. After medically stable, 90 days is a usual. They have a plan, all done out of love. Harry has PTSD from losing his mum, his military service and worst of all, this assault on him and his body, mind and soul. He is going to need a lot of love and l know he has that in spades. Harry, l never doubted you, NOT ONE SECOND!! You have been daily in my prayers 🙏🏻, it will continue as you rehab, recover, get your bearings back and start a whole new wonderful life!

Mmmm’ money but NOT title!!

So dealio here is, she will get some sort of financial settlement in the divorce but NO MORE HRH , NO MORE DUCHESS! She can return to her title of evil succubus! Anything to be rid of her and no title!I LOVE THIS! Guys, this is REALLY HAPPENING!! After RD she is gone, and the shit will hit the fan when the media starts printing all their dossiers that they have sat on for TWO YEARS!! Next week is going to be AWESOME!!! God bless you LG and your entire team!!

“ the Privy Purse won’t finance that”

Prince Charles is in charge of doling out money to various royal family members. It’s called the Privy Purse. So they won’t finance any settlement?? Her private jet? I think to be rid of her likely yes. Maybe it’s her divorce lawyers fees? Or some stupid demand she’s making, never ending yammering woman!

“ I’ll have a chat with the LCJ, ol’ Netty will fix it.”…

PP is long long time friends with the LCJ, Lord Chief Justice, Ian Barrett, Baron Burnett of Maldon. This was in a riddle a long time ago. Sounds like PP will speak with him and sort out this aggressive attack against the palace by ABC regarding PA. PP will set things to order with Netty aka Baron Burnett

“ done and dusted darling”.

Done and dusted, meaning everything is done, sorted, over and out, sayanora, goodbye, move along folks nothing to see here, you get the idea!🤣🤣🤣😂😂 l am giddy l am so happy about this!!😁😁😁😁😁😁🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 prayers answered, thank you dear Heavenly Father🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. Madam is done, her stranglehold is no more! Two more appearances, tomorrow and RS, if she shows! Then forever out , she will NEVER EVER EVER BE ALLOWED ENTRY IN THE U.K. AGAIN EVER!! She will be on a watchlist so she cannot sneak back for whatever nefarious reason she might have!

🎼” we’ve already said “ so long”🎼

Closing song from the Carol Burnett show, remember that? I’m so glad we had this time together, just to share a laugh and sing a song, seems we just got started and before you know it, it’s time to say so long. The only lyrics that apply are so long, but l was singing as l was typing. Remember she dressed up as a frumpy maid with the mop and bucket as she sang? Oh l am over the moon excited! HMTQ looked STUNNING today in the bright ROYAL PURPLE and gorgeous brooch. She was DEFINITELY sending a message, l am the Queen, l Reign and the Crown has won! 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻 GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

…🎼” With a Little help from my friends”🎼. Amen!!

I love this song, l’ll get by with a little help, this is our Harry. He will and is surrounded by loving family, can reconnect with all his close mates that he was forced to shut out. He will be just fine, in face more than fine. He is so well loved and everyone will be so glad to see that woman gone! As we used to say, let the door know hit you where the good Lord split you🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 BYE RACHEL!!!

November 6/2019

1200 hrs CST

GSTQAOBC

This sounds great! Exciting days ahead….I have more I would love to say, it can’t because don’t want her to know….thank you PG this is great! Thank you for doing this much appreciated….and you MM Anon thank you for sending in these fantastic riddles! 😊💜💜💜💜💜💜

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110: Nov 7

MM ANON …… Royal blue class…… navy blue @ss……… royal winning ……… smug grinning …… “ a quiet word in your shell-like Harry, she embarrassed you”…… “Sunday night ma’am, alone!!”…… Royal Trinity …… 🎼” leaving on a jet plane , don’t know “🎼……… “Exeter airport, not far from Babington ma’am”……”What!! a brotherly tour LG?”…… SANDRINGHAM sand pit…”one disaster at a time,old thing”……” Melania has royal discretion Philip”…… “ God knows Philip, money?”…… “whatever’ but not in bloody black and white “

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🐼🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

Prayers for mr🐼 and our dear 🐼🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

November 7/2019 2250 hrs CST Riddle #110

Royal blue class…… navy blue @ss……… royal winning ……… smug grinning

Appearances today at various Remembrance ceremonies. Catherine looked stunning in her Royal blue. Might l suspect a pregnancy just based oh how very tired she looked or is it just all the crap with madam etc, plus having three children. She looked every bit the Royal Duchess and future Queen she is. She carries herself with this innate elegance, you cannot buy nor fake it. She was, as always, stunningly beautiful.

Madam on the other hand, oh where do l start. Copycat massive wig, trying to match Catherine’s gorgeous hair. Coat half open, a coat not fit for the occasion. Fake hair covering the poppy. Boots?? Really?? And that constant blanking smug look and emu attitude, this too one cannot buy, it’s her innate sense of entitlement. She’s just so inappropriate!!

“ a quiet word in your shell-like Harry, she embarrassed you”

Someone offering Harry support for the way madam behaved today. He even had to tell madam, or rather signal to her to close her legs as she was again standing as if she were going to straddle something! Poor Harry. Harry had to quietly signal this to her. He looked so official and outstanding in his dress uniform!, doing his duty today, ignoring her keeping focused yet a side eye monitoring her behaviour. He was in his own shell, focusing on the solemnity of the occasion and sick and tired of being tethered to her. Almost done Harry, Sunday she’s gone!!

“Sunday night ma’am, alone!!”

Madam will get on the plane and leave the U.K. FINALLY AND PERMANENTLY! Pending possible alleged treason or charges. No RPO, no security, no one to carry her bags, ALONE!!!😁

Royal Trinity

Without a doubt, Prince William, Duchess Catherine and Prince Harry. They will resume where they were before madam came onto the scene. Harry will need time to recover but getting back to being Royal and amongst people who love him will go great lengths. The people will be so glad to see madam gone, Harry will soar in popularity, the love for him will soar.

🎼” leaving on a jet plane , don’t know “🎼……… “Exeter airport, not far from Babington ma’am”

Great old song, l used to play this on the piano and sing a lot. Don’t know when I’ll be back again, oh babe l hate to go, YEAH RIGHT RACHEL! You’re happy as a pug in a sty to be getting out of England! Exeter is a city east if London l think, sounds like her alleged private jet to L.A. will be leaving from there.

”What!! a brotherly tour LG?”

Sounds like, remember a previous riddle where l interpreted William and Harry may take some time at Balmoral to hunt, fish etc, celebrate madam being gone. The. Cambridge children wanted to go, remember? Well it sounds like LG has a smashing idea to show the solidity of the brothers relationship and help Harry readjust, the two boys, l call them goys in my head, the two Princes May do a few appearances/occasions together. Banner idea LG, banner l say!!!!

SANDRINGHAM sand pit

Sandringham is where the Royal family goes to enjoy their family Christmas time. Catherine, despite having been with William for years was not invited until after they married. Somehow, and it perplexed many of us, madam was included before she and Harry wed. Sand pit can be a sand pit to play in or it can be a metaphor for sink ing in quicksand, burying things in a sandpit, keep things buried like secrets etc. I wonder what madam did there, did she go in areas she wasn’t meant to? What is the secret from the sandpit there?

”one disaster at a time,old thing”” Melania has royal discretion Philip”“ God knows Philip, money?”…… “whatever’ but not in bloody black and white “

HMTQ and PP, gorgeous relaxing evening clothes, today l picture her in velvet of a purple colour, and a lovely throw over her knees of a lovely plaid wool. The 🔥 fireplace is full, warm and crackling, can you feel it? So cosy and warm. PP is wearing black, cozy wooden sweater. Sharing cocktails 🍸, maybe some cream caramel for PP. he was hankering first some the other night. Close time, talking over the concerns they share. PP is reassuring her, one crisis at a time, madam and yet another attack on the royal family through PA. I truly think that was the original plot but the backers couldn’t get through.This is a decade or more long plot to destroy the Monarchy. This is only what we know, IMAGINE all that has happened that is top secret!!! As earlier riddle said Melania Trump has had foul things printed about her that were lies, she sued and won! So seating her next the Harry at the NATO banquet will be very appropriate!

They are talking about something madam has done or will be doing, possibly politics and pondering if her motifs money. Well that’s her motive for every filthy thing she has ever done so…,likely YES!

Talking about a family portrait for Christmas, again mantis previous riddle. PP funny, a blithe attitude but tired of madams black and white photos, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, only colour portrait!

November 7/2019 2345 hrs

I absolutely love how you turn the riddle into exciting tales! One can so easily visualize the scenario. Thank you so much, so appreciated….good times are coming!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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111: Nov 9

MM Anon

MM ANON … beyond the bathrobe..…hit the spot(not)…never on a Sunday …… 🎼Sun-day my Prince will come🎼…LA Confidential …… morning TV. …… The Late shows …… “And now a surprise guest ‘Princess Megan and Prince Archie”…… “And now a word from her sponsor”…… A Meg-a endorsement … “you can have my jet”…… please!! a little decorum”…… Who’me

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYERS AND MR 🐼 HEALING🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜💜🙏🏻THANKS SO MUCH MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 9/2019 1630 hrs CST, Riddle #111

beyond the bathrobe

Well madam attended the The Poppy Factory Field of Remembrance at Westminster Abbey with Harry on Thursday , Camilla was dr ordered to bed with a chest infection. Now that was odd because Wednesday she had an appearance and tonight she was there. I think she just was not well enough to deal with the unpredictable madam!! She wore a boucle fabric coat by her favourite, Canadian company Sentaler, boy l bet they wish she would STOP!! The nature of the fabric and style of the coat really had the appearance of a cozy bathrobe, certainly nothing near appropriate for such a solemn occasion. As a matter of fact, the hooker boots, massive amount of makeup, FALSE eyelashes, weird belt etc etc shall l go on? I think we all agree! For the longest time she has loaded on the bronzer especially in Africa. We have been told repeatedly she likes the natural look and her freckles aka she doesn’t have any decent makeup nor money to buy. Wow was she decked out on Thursday! I just cannot get over false eyelashes which l don’t fancy anyway, but the smug face at this solemn occasion, she never fails to fail. That cross of hers was like a child had stamped it, VERY clear which two were royal and hers was not. Then there were the games of her not standing where she was directed too, at one point Harry had to motion to her and at another point she stood so close that HE had to move to take the salute at last post. If he hadn’t moved his elbow would have smashed her in the face. Wow did he look and do well. I love how the papers said he was so protective of her🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Watching her was more like it, so she would behave! Huge wig, l could go on and on.

hit the spot(not)

As above, l should have included this, she was told where to stand, then moved, Harry had to signal to her. After she put her cross in, she returned standing too close et etc etc. Never hit the spot she was meant to be standing. Surely madam would not purposely do that would she???🙄🙄🙄🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

.never on a Sunday

Old song called never ever on a Sunday, Petula Clark. I always thought she was the prettiest girl ever. This song is all about loving, no loving on a Sunday because that’s her day of rest, used to be Sunday was the day of rest, was it really? For some l guess, farmers never, nurses, ambulance, firefighters, police, factory works and on and on. Well Sunday is madams last royal performance, off to America after that! Hallelujah?? No loving for her tomorrow, or any other day. People just are so beyond sick of her and her behaviour. Tomorrow bye bye Rachel. Get on that sweet old airliner and fly to L.A. l have no doubt Justice will catch up. BUT at least with her gone, the Royal family especially Harry is done with her filthy smug presence.

🎼Sun-day my Prince will come🎼

The Sun, what will they be printing in tomorrow’s edition??? This song is from Disneys animated classic Snow White. Someday my prince will come, she sings it awaiting her true love, as all the old Disney cartoons ended. Sunday is madams last day for an appearance with Harry!!! My he has conducted himself so well at these services!! I am still waiting madly for liftoff day, the 14th!! I used to tell this lame joke, all my jokes are lame🤣🤣🤣😂😂 but here it is. What did Snow White do while waiting for her pictures to be developed?(oh you have to be old enough to remember when we had to mail our thingy from the camera to process our film and a week or two later we got our photos! Does anyone else remember that?) Anyhow back to Snow White, whilst waiting she sings SOMEDAY MY PRINTS WILL COME,,🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣Lame, l told you😁

LA Confidential

This is a fantastic modern, well 90’s version of a classic film noir, excellent movie. More to the point here, it is a magazine about the goings on in L.A. etc. Has madam got a tell all interview planned for her return home? I wonder how much she is going to charge for that? Lies, lies, and more lies. Lies infinity!

morning TV. …… The Late shows …… “And now a surprise guest ‘Princess Megan and Prince Archie”…

Yes, l have no doubt she will be raking in the money making appearances. Probably GK morning show, plus ABC morning show that attacked Prince George for taking ballet and the Palace, madam will be going for the jugular. She will be on home turf, and she will lie more than you have seen up till now! There are a bunch of late night chat shows in America, l am certain she will do the rounds. Introducing herself as Princess🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮, how is she going to come up with Archie??? That should be very very interesting. We KNOW she will be on EDG (Ellen de Generes )show, liar also.

And now a word from her sponsor”

This in old time radio and tv, is how they used to announce the ads, usually the radio shows had one sponsor. This may mean madam will be do some adverts. I think more likely, some big name ie GC, AC, BC, HRC, OW etc etc will come crawling out of the woodwork, supporting her publicly and quite like financially as well. People at this level could make all her IRS problems disappear!!

A Meg-a endorsement

Mega means huge! Meg is short for madam.So l am assuming or interpreting that BO, MO, HRC, BC, one or all will raise from the swamps and announce an endorsement of her for some sort of political office. This is far far FAR FROM OVER kids!

“you can have my jet”

Someone is giving her their jet. Is this just to get her out of England? I don’t think so. I think this is one of her backers, in this scheme, who will now switch to backing her us U.S. politics giving her their jet to use to travel about, make appearances, politic nature and likely endorse her as well. I sure hope Lady Justice wins here because if she is swimming politically with these big fish, she’s untouchable! How scary is this? I have contemplated writing your president because he will definitely be attacked by this cabal and her! Of this l have no doubt!

please!! a little decorum”…… Who’me

The dress she wore tonight was a repeat of the red/auberguine she wore at OYW at Windsor Castle. Huge open neck, barely a spot to pin her poppy, not that she cared. That dress was so unflattering. Decorum and madam do not go hand in hand. She has no manners, respect, elegance etc. Then when challenged she bats her false eyelashes who me??🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄. No respect for the fallen, none. The amount of time she kept her head sort of bowed after she placed her cross was so fast, if you blinked, you would have missed it! But kids let’s take heart she will be gone. Don’t watch American news, l really pray ⚖️ is done.

November 9/02019 1745 hrs. CST

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you! Looks like she thinks she will be successful in the US! Oh her backers have an agenda…..I am so relieved she is moving on….don’t fret US….she will face justice….she just doesn’t believe it. Thank you so much PG! Awesome job once again.😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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112: Nov 10

MM ANON …… game,set and lies…… “ that royal DR conversation actually took place “……… game, set And Siberia …… William isn’t enamoured …… “Bare legs, ever ready Rachel “🤣🤣🤣🤣………”So-Ho hook-up?? really”……… “the RPO HAS to keep quiet!!! …… “ a scandal to far old thing “…… “ pray it stays!!”…… “extra protection , NO , let her pay!!”……… “ her little friends ‘ it’s a called a sleepover William “ …… “Yes,Edward and Sophie “…… “wheels up ma’am ,… thank god LG

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

SHE IS GONE SHE IS GONE HALLELUJAH SHE IS GONE!!!

November 10/2019 Riddle #111 1320 hrs CST

May I first say how gorgeous HMTQ, Catherine, Sophie all of them, the boys in their dress uniforms, amazing! Tears from HMTQ we’re for a multitude of reasons and to see Catherine lean in , l assume to ask if she was alright was the most amazing photo!

game,set and lies

Game, set, lies, in tennis it’s game set, match. Everything throughout this entire ordeal with this woman has been a game and full of lies. I do not think she would know what truth is, if she spoke it or lived it she might self-combust!

“ that royal DR conversation actually took place “

DR could be dining room, Doris Ragland, Divorce rules, . A royal conversation could mean a heated conversation or quite literally involving royalty. I know last Christmas there were rumours that Doria Ragland was invited to Sandringham for Christmas, but she did not attend. Then it was put down as gossip. Is this what MM ANON is referring to? But why now?

game, set And Siberia

Games on the balcony, remember TTC??? Well madam was on a separate balcony at the Foreign and Commonwealth Trade building today called the Siberian balcony. Actually quite funny, but not. In Russia, or the previous USSR, people who were unliked for various reasons, protesting or various other political reasons were sent to the gulags in Siberia. It’s the harshest, coldest environment. So appropriate that symbolically, HMTQ ha her be on the Siberian balcony!

William isn’t enamoured

What is this regarding the sleepover that Princess Charlotte wants? It’s not next to that clue, so l think it’s something else.

Well he obviously has never been enamoured with madam, does he have concerns about how she left? This clue confuses me in that there are so many possibles. Maybe he thinks madam should have flown commercial, but the private jet was part of the negotiation to get rid of her.

“Bare legs, ever ready Rachel “🤣🤣🤣🤣

Wore boots on Thursday even though she was told to wear tights/pantyhose. Naked legs at the dress evening last night and l am assuming a repeat today. Continues her big finger up to HMTQ. Why be different now?

”So-Ho hook-up?? really “the RPO HAS to keep quiet!!! …… “ a scandal to far old thing ““ pray it stays!!”

My goodness who did she hook up with? The RPO knows, saw all and must be kept quiet. Must be something huge if it’s a scandal too far and must be kept quiet. Good heavens, might explain where her new clothes have come from. Whoever she hooked up with, must be very wealthy, famous and something that must be kept quiet! Wow madam never misses a chance to sin does she? I am not going to say who l think it might be but l certainly have a very strong suspicion!

“extra protection , NO , let her pay!!”

No protection, she can pay for her own after the ceremonies today. No RPO to go with her to America. She will have to look after herself but l am quite certain she already has that handled. Wild cats like her know how to scrape and scratch for what they want. HMTQ is very clear in what she is saying, refusing extra protection and that she can pay for any regular protection out there in the big bad world.

“ her little friends ‘ it’s a called a sleepover William “

Sounds like little Princess Charlotte and her friends are keen to have a sleepover! Oh those were such fun! I would love to be a fly on the wall. I know how my six year old niece runs her family🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Little girls with strong personalities have a way of doing that. I love it!!

“Yes,Edward and Sophie “…… “wheels up ma’am ,… thank god LG

Countess Sophie was previously scheduled to visit New York and Toronto this week, solo. Now l wonder if Edward will fly with her and madam will be supervised by them to make sure she deplanes in New York! What a rude awakening that will be. No security, on her own, unless whoever the nig wig she hooked up with at SoHo is footing her bills. Madam is very adept at that. Wheels up, means the jet has taken off. SHE IS GONE!!! Thank God LG, HMTQ very relieved.

Now l picture, the family, in their own ways celebrating that this day has finally come! HMTQ and PP, we look in, again we see, the 🔥 blazing, warm and crackling, the scent and feel of the flames instant comfort. Lovely evening dress, pondering the memories revisited today, intertwined with the hell of the war with madam and her backers. Suddenly cream caramel for two arrives along with special cocktails 🍸. They toast one another to have survival yet another war. 🥂 Cheers to you both! God bless you both.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 10/2019 1415 hrs CST

I thought this day would never come. Congratulations and a million thanks to LG and his team!!

Thank you dear PG….I wonder when the articles coming out will start saying she is in the US? Or will she continue to play…gaslighting is her favourite PR strategy….but we know…she is gone. Thank you PG great job….always appreciated…🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜

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113: Nov 11

MM ANON …… “H’ phone Oprah , NOW!!…… “ we’ll stay with SW for a while”…… “ my mother’s already here”. ……… “ Lottie’ tell your little friends to stop jumping on the bed.” …… BREAKFAST!!…… “ OK’ who’s for sticky maple syrup and waffles?”…… Charlotte!!!! behave. …… “ We’re outnumbered George!!”……”NANNY HELP!, …… “Wait and see,ma’am, wait and see!!”…… “yes, my friends in the service!!”… The banquet would be a good time. ……Embroil him in duties to his regiment ……’seven for a secret never to be told

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

MADAM IS GONE!, Riddle #113 1250 hrs CST

November 11/2019 l took the morning to remember the fallen as today is Remembrance Day in 🇨🇦🙏🏻 LEST WE FORGET

“H’ phone Oprah , NOW!!

Prince Harry has been involved in a Mental Health initiative with Oprah for Apple TV. I do not know how much they have done of it or even started, however sounds like he is meant to call her and back out of it.

However, there is only ONE IDIOT IN THE WORLD THAT CALLS HIM H!! and orders him around like that!!! I hope he changes his phone number M! Madam is barely out of the country and she’s yammering for him to find her a place to stay or wanting something from OW! Good God Harry CHANGE YOUR MOBILE!!!!! ASAP

“ we’ll stay with SW for a while”…… “ my mother’s already here”.

As l had proposed yesterday in the riddle, a wild cat like madam finds soft cushions. Well, it does not get any softer that a billionaire like SW and her husband is worth more than that, who we KNOW has been a backer and obviously STILL IS! Now we know where Doria has been kipping to avoid SPLASH news that they hired😂😂😂🤣🤣😂😂 paparazzi and why Doria needs an assistant l I couldn’t get that last week when a photo of her ‘assistant ‘ walking her dogs made the rounds. I was saying in a riddle then, why does she need an assistant.This might also explain why she has eight million dollars in her bank account! So this is where madam will have ‘Family Thanksgiving’,OW BO MO HRC BC, the whole entire “family”. How precious, l almost shed a tear NOT,🤢🤢🤮

“ Lottie’ tell your little friends to stop jumping on the bed.” …… BREAKFAST!!…… “ OK’ who’s for sticky maple syrup and waffles?”…… Charlotte!!!! behave. …… “ We’re outnumbered George!!”……”NANNY HELP!, ……

Well little Princess Charlotte had her sleepover. I assumed it would be at KP due to security issues. Waffles, giggly girls, William seeking solace in George, little Louis is too young yet😂😂🤣🤣. William screaming jokingly for Nanny Maria Borollos, but she likely is with Prince Louis. I would love to have been a fly on the wall, l know l say that in every riddle but it’s true each time l say it!By the way William, l am still waiting for my waffles!😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣😂🤣🤣😁😁

“Wait and see,ma’am, wait and see!!”“yes, my friends in the service!!”

LG in conversation with HMTQ. She is wondering or commenting on media release of info date LIFTOFF!!!!NOVEMBER 14 according to a previous MM ANON riddle! How will things be released, all at once? LG supportively saying just wait and see, excitedly by the exclamation marks. I am sure after all this waiting the press has done, sitting on all this golden horrible but news breaking secrets of madam, it’s going to be brilliant! I am certain LG has been involved.

HMTQ also voicing concern over madams next move, as obviously once a narcissist always a narcissist, and even though madam never LIVED with the a Royal family she was privy to many events including Sandringham. I have no doubt throughout this entire ordeal the family, spoke to her only as politeness would require and never ever EVER shared information. Nonetheless, she was in the palace, observed how they do things, etc, she holds a lot of information and l don’t know what her departure agreement included but l definitely see fee doing the tv rounds, magazines, PR will continue and a book of my life if she was a duchess or some such garbage!

As we know LG has many connections in the world on intelligence, all over the world. He will be in touch with some of these individuals and keep track of what madam gets up to. I am certain President Trump who brought such valuable intel on his state visit last time, that he has has his homeland security department monitoring her and her backers!!!

The banquet would be a good time.

The NATO banquet is December 4/2019. HMTQ will host NATO leaders, it will be an all out elegant affair. I can hardly wait for the photos. This would be a good time to what. Perhaps put out a notice of formal separation on the day if the banquet? I cannot see HMTQ doing anything to overshadow such an event. I wonder if , as has been mentioned twice in riddles, that Prince Harry will be seated next to Mrs. Melania Trump for the evening. Perhaps some announcement may be made that day about a position for Harry to serve in the military. A huge part of me would love a formal announcement of separation, but that’s unlikely but l still want it, hey maybe annulment? Something!!!

Embroil him in duties to his regiment

HMTQ is pondering how best to have Harry era climate to his life now that madam is gone. How glorious. The public will want to see him and know he is finally regaining his health and happiness. Sounds like involving him in his past military career is the answer. Given his Invictus Games and involvement in mental health issues and his own, this is a phenomenal idea. I do believe it will be a bespoke role, created especially for him, non-combat of course. He has so much experience and it will help him rebuild his confidence tremendously. I can foresee a number of roles for him. This is fantastic!

…’seven for a secret never to be told

This is from an old rhyme about magpies. Great big beasts of a bird, black and white, they extremely loud and eat others eggs etc. I remember one Sunday afternoon a friend of mine and her husband live on a farm and she has a bunch of us for dinner. We got talking, they were saying how many magpies they had and the great annoyance they are. Well right after dinner, out came the rifles and we all spent a good few hours riding them of the problem. It was marvellous. DONT JUDGE until you have lived on a farm and had these massive rats with wings stopping at your or your children’s heads!! They remind me of ravens, always made me think of Poe, Edgar Allen Poe. The Raven, read it! Wow sorry kids, l REALKY DIGRESSED there, but l think you like my elaborative writing!

Anyone, back to the clue, the nursery rhyme is below.

One for sorrow,

Two for joy,

Three for a girl,

Four for a boy,

Five for silver

Six for gold,

Seven for a secret,

Never to be told.

Eight for a wish,

Nine for a kiss,

Ten for a bird,

You must not miss.

Seven for a secret never to be told. This was in yesterday’s riddle. HMTQ feels imperative, RPO MUST KEEP SCHTUM(quiet), the manner of how Prince Harry Met madam, as MM ANON put it yesterday in PP words, a’a scandal beyond a scandal’.

What hell hath this succubus wrought on or beloved Queen and Prince Harry, the entire royal family, England, the U.K. and our beloved Commonwealth. We have many many friends in other countries who share the horror with us as faithful friends and we so love them for it!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 11/2019 1350 hrs CST LEST WE FORGET

Thank you dear PG! Fantastic read once again….your personality shines through, and I love that…interesting days ahead! Thank you🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜

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114: Nov 13

MM ANON ……… 🎼” let the Sunshine”🎼…… who pulled the short straw?……… palm trees at Sandringham …… “ pass the Dorito’s darling “……… Sophie’s surprise ……“ I love the belt sweetie”. … Preg-nont…… “ I love the belt sweetie” ……… “yes , smile and serve them gru-el”…… Christmas?” Musical chairs old thing” ……… more of a 12 by 6 ……… small expectations …… Kate’s red carpet …… “ bet she goes for the lovers knot.” …… Hobson choice.

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜THANK YOU MM ANON LOTS OF 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜

November 13/2019 1730 hrs CST , RIDDLE#114

🎼” let the Sunshine”🎼

Old song let the sunshine in, face it with a grin smilers never lose and frowned s never win. Also from the age of Aquarius. Either way SS, Sunshine Sachs, madams PR agency, one of them known for using ‘dark arts’, deeply dark things. They have in overdrive going back and forth with the Palace today is battling statements. They have absolutely NO IDEA WHO THEY ARE DEALING WITH RIGHT LG????

who pulled the short straw?

Usually when there is a task needing done and no one wants to do it, tour draw straws and one straw is shorter and THAT person gets or has to do the thing no one wants. What might this be. RPO babysitting madam? Royal sitting next to madam at the Christmas? Who knows where Christmas will be, but this is involving madam for sure and no one wants to do what needs done! Maybe it’s who sits next to a Doria at a Christmas!

palm trees at Sandringham

Rumours of madam on the beach in the Caribbean. Are they going to put some pal trees in so madam feels like she is in L.A. when she is there for Christmas??? This is so ridiculous!!

pass the Dorito’s darling “

Oh, is Doria coming for crimbo too?? Oh dear, Dorito has been the way madams is referred to by many. Prince Charles and Duchess Camilla are dining and Camilla, l can see her all dressed for dinner, making this cheeky comment to Charles, and Charles’ red face getting redder as a broad smile and chuckle ensues. By the way, l am NOT joking at his red face, l have several times here written my concern about that along with his red and swollen hands. His birthday is tomorrow let’s remember! He is on tour in India now.

Sophie’s surprise

Sophie was meant to fly to NYC with madam. Something happened and madam didn’t show up for the flight. I looked online earlier l could find nothing about Sophie in NYC. She is also due in Toronto for a women’s empowerment conference/anniversary.

“ I love the belt sweetie”

Madam wore a Gucci belt on RS , worth a few months rent! Is this a catty comment or a genuine from MA or the crying makeup artist? Most public comments were scathing and many think she is trying to look like she’s pregnant or let people think she may be.

Preg-nont

Madam has been wearing her belts very high, tight clothes etc. The last few days PR talking about a second child and she was seen holding her tummy at Royal Hall for RD evening service. Yes yes games games games .

“yes , smile and serve them gru-el”

Another SS doozy PR crap, madam volunteering🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 at a homeless shelter near Frogmore, millionaires homeless now!??🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 on Thanksgiving, in a country that doesn’t celebrate it🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Sorry you just cannot make this garbage up. It’s like they have a room full of zoo animals pressing buttons for ideas! No offence to zoo animals! Gruel is slop, if you ever read a Dickens that’s what they fed the children in Oliver, tastes terrible but enough to keep you alive,

GRU or GRU is the name for the former USSR KGB secret police. Surely GRU is not at play here?!

Christmas?” Musical chairs old thing”

Madam for Christmas?,Doria for Christmas?, lots of moving around so everyone takes a turn politely talking to Doria and madam. Oh come on, MM ANON, we all know THERE US NO POSSIBLE WAY they are going to be there! I have explained the game of musical chairs in a previous riddle.

more of a 12 by 6

💜💜💜💜This, l firmly believe, is where madam is. Contained , either by bars or in a psychiatric a facility, her mind having fractured and split apart by the stress all of her own doing. Good luck to all those minding her!!!💜💜💜💜

small expectations

Great Expectations, by a Charles Dickens about the French Revolution…it was the best of times, it was the worst of times…..explains everything happening in England/the U.K. now. Here we have small expectations, that is what we have or of madam and she is cornered yet her OR is working overtime and each time today BP has countered played the PR. This is a public game of chess with someone who cannot even play checkers!

Kate’s red carpet …… “ bet she goes for the lovers knot.”

This is a reference to the NATO gala banquet that HMTQ is hosting. Catherine, as usual will wear The Lovers Knot Tiara, l hope she wears a red or green Christmasy gown. I can hardly wait for the photos!!!

Hobson choice.

This goes way way back, even a film made. I haven’t seen it though The phrase is said to have begun with a livery stable owner, Thomas Hobson in the 1700’s England, who offered customers the choice of either taking the horse in his stall nearest to the door or taking none at all. A Hobson’s choice is a freely made choice only one thing is offered. Because a person may refuse to accept what is offered, the two options are taking it or taking nothing. In other words, one may “take it or leave it”.

Madam is in a pickle, so to speak, a tight sour situation. She, wherever she is, although l have a confident idea exactly where she is, is cornered with only one choice and she loathes to accept it! TICK TOCK🕰 TICKITY TOCK RACHEL! THE BELL HAS ALREADY TOLLED FOR THEE!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 13/2019 1820 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG…much appreciated….🙏🏻💜💜💜

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DJ Fat Chip Was Tagged! :D)

I was tagged ages ago by the lovely and wonderful @dracoangel! ♡ ♡ ♡ Thank you so much for the tag! This is just at the top of my head.

I Tag: @erubadhriell @arideya @a-driftamongopenstars @guidethisonekalahira @vorchagirl @leysendris @ratchsellsfornax @thatonecurlygurl @samfishers @badwolf626 and anyone else who wants to do this, I tag you! ♡ No pressure to those I tagged! ♡

favorite game from the last 5 years? ‒ Dragon Age: Origins and Mass Effect Trilogy

most nostalgic game? ‒ Tales of Symphonia

game that deserves a sequel? ‒ Saints Row! (Where is my Saints Row 5 Volition?!)

game that deserves a remaster? ‒ Saints Row 1

favorite game series? ‒ Dragon Age

favorite genre? ‒ Platformers, Tactical RPG’s, 3rd Person RPG’s, Simulations (like Sims).

least favorite genre? ‒ Is Multiplayer a genre?

favorite song from a game? ‒ Dragon Age Origins Main Theme and Saints Row: The Third Theme Song and Connor’s Main Theme and By Firelight by Philip Sheppard and Suicide Mission by Jack Wall and Mass Effect (ME1) Main Theme by Jack Wall and Sam Hulick

favorite character from a game? ‒ Here are my faves:

EVERYONE IN DAO (DAO)

Fenris and Carver Hawke (DA2)

Solas, Vivienne, Cullen and Cassandra (DAI)

Garrus Vakarian, Jeff “Joker” Moreau, Ashley Williams, Kaidan Alenko, Urdnot Wrex, David Anderson, Miranda Lawson, Jack, Jacob Taylor, Mordin Solus, Karin Chakwas, Samara, Urdnot Grunt and Tali’Zorah (ME)

Charon, Dogmeat and Butch DeLoria (Fallout 3)

Johnny Gat, Tobias, Lin, Pierce Washington, Matt Miller and Shaundi (Saints Row)

Chrom, Lissa, Frederick, Lon’Qu, Maribelle, Gaius, Flavia, Lucina, Morgan, Owain and Gerome (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Connor, Markus, Kara, Luther, Alice, Rose, Hank Anderson and Carl Manfred (Detroit: Become Human)

Jakob, Silas, Kaze, Ryoma, Hinoka, Takumi, Sakura, Subaki, Reina, Xander, Camilla, Leo, Elise, Beruka, Odin, Arthur, Nyx, Kana, Shiro, Kiragi, Asugi, Soleil, Siegbert, Hisame, Ophelia and Percy (Fire Emblem Fates)

Professor Hershel Layton, Luke Triton, Emmy Altava and Inspector Chelmey (Professor Layton Series)

favorite ship from a game? ‒ Same as above I will do:

Alistair x Amell (DAO)

Shakarian (ME)

Fenris x Hawke (DA2)

Solas x Lavellan (DAI)

Chrom x Robin (FE: Awakening)

Silas x Corrin (FE: Fates)

Johnny Gat x Boss (Saints Row)

Butch DeLoria x Lone Wanderer (Fallout 3)

favorite voice actor from a game? ‒ Same as above I will do:

Steve Valentine

Brandon Keener

Jennifer Hale

Mark Meer

Claudia Black

Kate Mulgrew

Gideon Emery

Christopher Robin Miller

Daniel Dae Kim

Keith David

Bryan Dechart

Kevin Conroy

favorite cutscene? ‒ Same as above I will do:

The ending of DAO where the Warden kills the Archdemon!

The intro to the Magi Origin.

The intro to Dwarf Commoner and Dwarf Noble Origins.

Alistair’s Romance ;3

Whenever Shepard gives a speech.

The intro to ME1.

Garrus Romance ;3

The Suicide Mission where Joker says “give them hell girl” and presses the button and he cheers. (I totally cheer every time LOL)

In Saints Row 1 where the Playa points a gun to Luz to correct her about the shoes and that they were “last season.”

The moment where the Boss claps slowly as they approach Maro to tell them that they just killed their own girlfriend.

The most painful part to me but it is a really good one and one of my favorites, Carlos’ mercy death... :(

Aisha’s funeral and Shogo comes and ruins the ceremony so Johnny kicks his ass and the Boss and Johnny bury him alive.

Saints Row: The Third Intro

When Pierce, Shaudi and The Boss about to go and and deal with Loren and they do that slow motion walk. (SR2 and SR4 count as well).

favorite boss? ‒ I would actually say Saren, Benezia and Saints Row 2 Bosses. Also Bowser from Nintendo LOL.

first console? ‒ Nintendo Entertainment System (NES) and Sega Genesis

current console or consoles? ‒ Play Station 4, Xbox One and Nintendo Switch

console you want? ‒ I got all the consoles.

place from a game that you’d like to visit? ‒ Thedas. Ferelden and Antiva Mostly.

place from a game that you’d like to live in? ‒ Put me in Stardew Valley or Animal Crossing LOL

ridiculous crossover that would never happen but would be super fun? ‒ Saints Row in Mass Effect. I saw a post about it and oh em gee! It would be great xD

book that would make a good game? ‒ Can’t think of one at the moment.

show/movie that would make a good game? ‒ Give me a Sailor Moon RPG game after Season 5 of the anime.

games you want to play? ‒ For this year?

Spider Man (September 7th)

Shadow of The Tomb Raider (September 14th)

Spyro Reignited Trilogy (September 21st)

Assassins Creed Odyssey (October 5th)

Super Mario Party (October 5th)

Battlefield 5 (October 16th)

Red Dead Redemption 2 (October 26th)

Fallout 76 (November 14th)

have you gotten 100% completion in a game? ‒ Yes I have. Especially in PlayStation as I enjoy collecting the trophies after I beat the game. :)

have you cried over a game? ‒ Yes LOL

what power-up or ability would you want in real life? ‒ Hm. Good question. Not sure. :P

#SerenityxGarrus #Tagged by #DracoAngel #Thanks lovely! ♡#Sorry it's super late!

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Of Knights and Dragons: Chapter 6, Alliances Part 3

At long last, the 3-part chapter of self-indulgent, plot-irrelevant headcanon comes to a close. I breath of fresh air before we start diving into the darker side of this Fanfiction. This took me so long to write due to class and work - but it’s such a good stress reliever for me to just sit down and wrote about my precious Nohrian beans.

*Contains suggestive content, but not very explicit; angst

As always, I hope you enjoy!

Much Love

It felt good to see Gunter happy; relaxed at last, dancing with Elise. Genuine joy painted on his face. That smile. Absolutely nothing could compare. Corrin knew that smile intimately. She had memorized it; the light that sparkled in his eyes and the creases that formed at the corners of his mouth. That was the precious, infrequent smile of a man that had lost so much. A man who had given so much of himself to a cruel and unfeeling world; a soldier who provided altruistic, unreciprocated dedication to a tyrannical King that offered him nothing but ruin in return. That beautiful smile was a sacred treasure, and every rare moment she witnessed it, Corrin’s heart melted. She stood, in that dark doorway, alone; her shoulders slumped as the thin paper of the letter trembled in her hand. She fantasized of frantically dashing out to her valiant Knight and forcing the letter into his possession. Surely he would scoop her up into his protective arms and carry her away from all of this nonsense… or at the very least, perhaps he could help her talk through her options, share some of his boundless wisdom and formulate a plan to proceed. She knew better. There was no clean way out of this.

Outside of these castle walls, on the battlefield, Knight Commander Corrin and her loyal Sir Gunter fearlessly shielded one another. One never drifting far from the other, defending each other’s flank with sharp weapons and sharper perception. Daft was any foe that attempted to raise arms against the duo, for surely the fool would be struck down before they even had time to regret their decision. They were a marvel as they fought as one, working together as a ferocious, well oiled machine that firmly carved out a path to victory for the units that followed.

Yet, this wasn’t combat. In a way this ballroom was a battlefield of its own, but there were no blades, no armor or bloodshed; instead each carefully selected word was a weapon. Every gesture, every interaction were clearly manipulative tactics set into play by cunning aristocrats vying for their own personal agendas. Amidst this political warfare, the Princess and the Knight were two soldiers fighting for resources, defending the honor of Nohr. Their defenses were ineffective, and they had failed to hold the line. Only now did Corrin understand this, as the parchment in her palm crumpled into her fist. The bliss of ignorance washed from her with a little more than two dozen words.

My Dear Lady Corrin,

To ensure the Nohrian-Mithial alliance is honored and paid in full, see to it that you make your ways to my quarters tonight.

I wait with bated breath.

Prince Giovanni

Corrin was outplayed and outmatched. How could she not have seen it? How could she be so naive as to come to this kingdom without a single question or suspicion? Corrin’s heart churned in the sour pit of her stomach as she watched Gunter. She ached to tell him her fears, but what could he do? If she denied the Prince his request and broke the alliance, not only would the Nohrian army be out on vital resources, but there would be dire consequences awaiting them in Nohr. Garon’s anger would doubtlessly extend as far as invading Mithia and dragging the small kingdom into the Hoshidan conflict. And what of her siblings? Camilla’s gift seemed sickeningly appropriate now, was her elder sister expecting this to happen? Was this typical of Nobles?

Corrin felt it rather selfish of her to feel so conflicted over the situation when she knew all too well the tremendous sacrifices others had made before her. She was being asked to accompany a handsome young prince back to his private chambers, something many wouldn’t even consider a sacrifice. Yet, when she pictured laying with Prince Giovanni there was no lust or desire, only nausea and anxiety. She inhaled deeply, she wouldn’t tell Gunter, at least not tonight. He would have to know eventually, surely, but Corrin would prefer to save him the suffering of knowing as it happened. It would torture him to know of the predicament while being unable to stop or prevent it from happening. Would he be angry with her? Would he understand? Would he forgive her?

There was a broad pain in Corrin’s chest, she never dreamed of being in this position and the feelings in her heart were far more powerful than she ever could have anticipated. She truly enjoyed intimacy with Gunter, she craved and savored it. She didn’t know how to put her feelings for Gunter into words, but she certainly did not want anything to do with anyone else. As if he could feel her staring, Gunter scanned the crowd as he moved across the ballroom and his smile widened when his eyes met Corrin’s. His gaze bypassed all of her defenses and cut right into her core.

No. She collected her composure and strength. Perhaps she could convince the Prince to accept something else, bargaining with treasure or trading rights. Perhaps a few units would enjoy getting away from the Nohrian war to be stationed here as support to Mithia? She swallowed the lump in her throat, self-conscious that she was overreacting.

The night rolled on and looking over the slowly decreasing crowd in the ballroom, Prince Giovanni was nowhere to be seen. She could feel the burning eyes of the Mithial attendants all around her, their gaze becoming significantly less benevolent in the lens of paranoia that tinged Corrin’s perception. Perhaps it wasn’t wise to keep the Prince waiting for too long. The attendants appeared very aware of the situation as they subtly, quietly gestured her away. She looked mournfully to her handsome Knight one final time as he came to the end of a dance with Lady Camilla. She retreated back from the chandelier light and into the darkness before he could notice. Her eyes began to sting, but she dug her nails into the soft skin of her palms to center herself. She tore her gaze from him and moved away, deeper into the foreign castle.

Forgive me Gunter, whatever happens, please forgive me.

From the far end of the ballroom, silently observing the night progress, was Flora. She grimaced as Corrin vanished into the night, a knot formed in her stomach and rocks in her heart. She was well versed in the scheming, self-serving games of aristocrats and it wasn’t too difficult to decipher what was unfolding before her eyes. It appeared she was not alone as her ears filled with muffled laughter and ill gossip of Mithial nobles that noticed the young princess depart.

“Prince Giovanni certainly isn’t wasting any time breaking that Nohrian Princess in.” She heard one noble sneer, “Oh, I bet he’ll give her a good and proper induction.” chirped another. In a huff Flora quickly made her way over to Gunter as he politely bowed to Camilla.

“You are just full of surprises, Sir Gunter!” Camilla smiled, “I had no idea you could dance so well!”

“You are too kind, Lady Camilla.” The Knight smiled, turning to greet Flora as she quickly approached. Camilla excused herself to mingle with some of the remaining nobles.

“Sir Gunter, we’ll be departing quite early tomorrow morning, I don’t believe you’ve been shown the lovely quarters the Mithial attendants prepared for each of us.” Flora spoke softly, but Gunter knew all too well this sudden suggestion meant something was wrong. His eyes searched the room, aching for just a glance of the dark haired princess, she was nowhere to be found.

“Flora, where... where is Corrin?” The words quietly fell from the Knight’s mouth, his fragile tone dug like a sharp dagger into Flora’s heart.

“Sir Gunter…” Flora nervously glanced about the aristocrats, desperate to keep the Knight away from the degrading comments that peppered the room. “Come with me.”

“Flora…” Gunter shook his head, ears ringing, how could he be so negligent? How could her departure pass his notice? He had let Corrin down, failed her in his role as a retainer.

“Please…” Tears began to swell in the corners of Flora's eyes, “There’s nothing we can do. Don’t make this harder than it already is.” Gunter didn’t speak but struggled to watch the gentle maid hold back her tears. She was right, and he knew it. He swallowed hard, inhaled deep, and nodded. Together, they retreated from the dwindling ballroom to the servants quarters. They said nothing the entire walk to Gunter’s distant room, and when they arrived, Flora only shared a brief, concerned look before walking away and leaving the Knight alone with his thoughts.

Corrin’s heart throbbed in her chest as she followed a narrow spiral staircase to a candlelit corridor with only a single large, ornate door awaiting her at the other end. She took a few steps forward, her eyes cast down as she nervously fidgeted with her hands. His smile, she told herself, just remember his smile. She could see Gunter’s gentle smirk in her mind so vividly; proudly beaming at her from across the courtyard of Krakenberg as her training improved, easing her from her uncertainty each time they stepped onto the battlefield together, soothing her as they shared secrets entangled in a sea of blankets while he ran his finger through her hair. She drew strength from these memories that she kept sealed in the safety of her mind, her ammunition to call upon in times of fear and doubt. She needed them now more than ever.

Centering herself, Corrin mustered all of her courage and opened the door to Giovanni’s bedroom. The beautiful room crackled with firelight, a pleasant aroma of burning wood and incense filled the air. Giovanni’s quarters were spacious, a high domed ceiling decorated with elaborate murals, the walls lined with full shelves packed with texts, trinkets, and relics of all sorts. Large, open arches to the outside world overlooked the shimmering mountains that surrounded Mythia. Seated at the base of one of these windows, in his evening wear with a long silver pipe between his full lips, was the handsome young Prince peering over a stack of paperwork with a large feathered quill in hand. His shining honey colored eyes narrowed over the peaks of his cheeks in a pleasant smile as he luxuriously exhaled fragrant smoke.

“Ah, Lady Corrin. I see you received my letter.” He set down his quill and pipe and rose to his feet to meet her. He examined the the timid look on her face and grimaced, “Is something the matter, my Dear?” He raised a hand to claim her chin and draw her gaze to his own.

“I…” Corrin was unsure of herself, fearful of how the Prince would digest her words. “Prince Giovanni, you are truly an incredibly impressive man, but I… I cannot...”

“You cannot what, my love?”

“I cannot… I cannot bring myself to lie with you.” She watched the Prince’s face, expecting the worst. Stepping back and drawing a hand to his mouth, Giovanni’s eyes narrowed and his expression changed.

“Pardon me, Princess…” The Prince pressed his knuckles beneath his chin as a smile crept across his face, “What in the world are you talking about?”

“I…” Corrin was confused, “I thought you summoned here… to lie with you?”

Giovanni restrained himself in the face of Corrin’s serious tone but it was only a matter seconds before he broke into a charming, powerful bout of laughter.

“I do not understand…?” Corrin hugged her arms around herself in confusion.

“Sweet Corrin, you can relax.” Giovanni clasped his large hands benevolently around her shoulders. “My dear, I only summoned you here to paint an image for my people. Oh my, I am so sorry for worrying you like this.”

“An image…?”

“My darling, how could I ask you to lie with me when you are already involved with that Knight of yours?”

Corrin face burned red; she nervously picked at her fingers as she stuttered, “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” What!? Gunter and Corrin had been so careful not to give anyone the slightest hint of their affair. Her unconvincing denial only earned more sweet laughter from the charming Prince.

“Your secret is safe with me, dear girl, I assure you.”

Corrin struggled to look the Prince in the eyes, she cleared her throat nervously as anxious beads of sweat formed at her temples. “How… How did…” She couldn’t seem to form words without cracking.

“How did I know?” The Prince watched her with a confident smile, “Well…”

“It takes one to know one.” A third voice chimed in, emerging from a small study attached to the bedroom was Tobias. The fair haired butler flashed a bright smile to Corrin as he closed in on Prince Giovanni and latched onto his arm. The Prince offered his butler a quick affectionate kiss to the head. Quite a few things made more sense now.

“No one else may take notice, but the coded language you share with your Knight is one that Tobias and I have been speaking for years.” Giovanni explained, “Originally I had no intention of inviting you here, there truly was no ulterior motive to this Ball, Mithia sincerely seeks an Alliance with Nohr.”

“But after seeing you and Sir Gunter, I simply could not ignore the mutually beneficial opportunity that presented itself.” Tobias explained, “Your coming here has provided an alibi for all of us. An opportunity to dismiss some of the rumors that have spread about Prince Giovanni.”

“You see, Corrin, like you, this love we share is dangerous and riddled with threats of consequence. Especially now that my siblings have married, there is a tremendous amount of pressure on me to do the same.” Giovanni lifted his arm to tenderly drape around Tobias, “If the nobles spread gossip of a scandalous revenedouz between you and I… It will buy me time.”

“Time…?” This was all so much for Corrin to absorb at once, was this real or was she dreaming? Confusion of the situation and the embarrassment of her previous assumption hit her like a wall of brick.

“My father has begun to… suspect a few things. While he and my brothers are away on a voyage west, he left me in charge of this alliance feast, undoubtedly he has the castle crawling with eyes. Your coming here will surely give them something to chew on, a Princess unknown to the world, an opportunity for me to appear interested in your hand in marriage.”

“Will they not eventually expect us to wed?” Corrin inquired cautiously.

“Not while you are actively at war.” Tobias leaned into his prince, “And... We will have eloped together far before this war with Hoshido ends.”

Corrin was flabbergasted and relieved, as if hundreds of pounds had been lifted from her shoulders. “I am so, terribly embarrassed for assuming that…”

“Do not dare apologize, that just means we were that much more convincing.”

“This works in your favor as well, Dear Corrin. If anything, it will further draw the public’s eye far from the possibility of your involvement with Sir Gunter.”

“Now,” Tobias beckoned the two to join him at a table prepped with a delightful spread of tea and treats. “Let us share a cup of tea to pass some time. We wouldn’t want you to depart prematurely and put our dear Prince’s vigor up for speculation.”

Giovanni rolled his eyes and offered Corrin a lovely black robe to drape around her bare shoulders, “Come, you can tell us all about just what makes this cranky old Knight of yours so wonderful.”

Gunter tried fruitlessly to keep himself from getting worked up, pacing his quaint room to no avail. He had picked apart the books that filled one of the fine ornate bookcases in the corner of the room, each distracting him for a page or two before he cast them aside in distress. Rubbing his hand across his mouth in frustration for the dozenth time, he finally forced himself to sit. Sleep was out of this question, not when hundreds of intrusive thoughts devoured his mind like a lion on its prey. He sat upon the cushions of the plush indigo chaise lounge planted in the center of his room, he stared into the fire of the small hearth that gently illuminated the room before casting his head down into his hands. He rubbed his scalp in attempt to soothe himself, but the uncertainty of Corrin’s whereabouts and wellbeing made it impossible for him to feel comfortable in his skin.

He felt a gentle burst of cool night air sweep across the room as the door parallel to him opened. Disheartened, the Knight didn’t even look up.

“Flora, I know you mean well, but I need to be alone right now.” He waited for a response, but was met with no words, only the firm metallic click of the door locking followed by soft footsteps. When he lifted his weary head, he was met with a familiar figure standing between his knees. Soft hands reached to smooth his tense shoulders down.

“Oh Gods, Corrin, I cannot believe it’s you.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in, his face pressing into her cloaked torso just below her bust. Corrin smiled and ran her fingers affectionately through his hair.

“I missed you too…” She cooed softly as he released his hold and looked up at her with concern.

“Are you alright, were you hurt? Where did you go? What did the Princ-” Gunter’s flood of questions were hushed with a gentle kiss.

“I will explain everything, but for now just know that your lips are the only ones I will be kissing tonight.” She leaned down to plant a firm, slow kiss against his mouth.

“But Corrin… What about-” Gunter was cut off by his Princess allowing the thick velvet cloak to luxuriously slip off of her body. Having left her gown in Giovanni’s quarters as “evidence” per Tobias’ suggestion, all that lay beneath the hefty cloak was the delicate lace and ribbon of the lingerie set gifted to her by her older sister. Gunter had turned an adorable shade of red, much to Corrin’s amusement. She lowered herself to straddle him picking at the buttons of his evening attire as she bit her lip. Gunter wasn’t frozen in awe for too much longer as Corrin led his hands up the soft, sheer seams of her corset, clasping them firmly around the soft peaks of her breasts. She smiled, gently nipping at his jawline as she rubbed herself against the firm evidence of Gunter’s arousal growing between her thighs.

It may have taken quite some time, for obvious reasons, but the two eventually found their way beneath the warm blankets of the bed tucked away in the corner of the room. They hadn’t had the opportunity to spend an entire night together before this moment, and so they were sure to savor it. They exchanged countless whispers and kisses and laughed about the absurdity of the day’s events together before floating off into a blissful slumber. The two held onto one another tightly, skin to skin, until the early morning where Corrin would eventually leave before the rest of their Nohrian company woke.

“It was such a pleasure to have you all here.” Giovanni smiled warmly as the Nohrians prepared for departure just outside the main gate of the Mithial castle.

“The pleasure was ours!” Camilla happily chirped before she turned to accept Sir Gunter’s hand in assistance to ascend up into the carriage.

“I truly wish you well,” Corrin lingered before the exotic Prince who claimed her hand and planted a kiss upon it. “Thank you, Giovanni, for everything.” The princess’ voice was hushed and serious.

“No, thank you, Corrin. I hope we meet again one day, when all of this chaos blows over.” The prince walked beside her, and in a final display of courtesy, he personally assisted in providing his hand to help her into the carriage. Gunter nodded respectfully to the Prince with a grateful smirk, which earned a quick wink from Giovanni.

“You will always have an ally in Mithia.” The Prince called out to them as they departed, his loyal manservant just feet away from him with a blissful smile painted across his lips.

“Until next time!” Corrin waved as the caravan valiantly moved on.

“That as so much fun...” Elise yawned leaning into Camilla’s shoulder, drifting off nearly as quickly as they departed.

“So!” Camilla grinned, clasping her hands together in glee, “My little gift? Did you enjoy it?”

Corrin laughed softly, biting her lip before she softly responded. “More than you know, Camilla.” The dark haired princess watched the scenery pass her by outside of the carriage window with a satisfied smile, her back pressed to the thin wall of the carriage. Directly against the other side of that wall, sitting at the reigns was her dear Sir Gunter who chuckled knowingly to himself at the sound of Camilla’s inquiry, earning a swat to the shoulder from Flora.

More than you know.

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