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bourgeoning · 1 year ago
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in  spite  of  relaxed  stance  ,  he  observes  the  dancers  with  divided  attention  .  "  we  have  a  similar  dance  at  court  .  "  head  tilted  to  the  side  ,  sylvain  leans  just  a  bit  closer  to  @monarhrh  @succiducus  @thenxghtwemxt  @thcrnedthrones  @whispcrings  next  to  him  ,  so  as  to  be  heard  over  lively  crowd  ,  music  ,  and  cheers  .  "  i  would  join  in  ,  but  i  fear  i  would  confuse  one  for  the  other  and  embarrass  myself  entirely  .  "  a  partial  truth  ,  as  court  dances  are  his  least  favorite  aspect  of  nobility  .  in  truth  ,  though  ,  the  names  tied  to  french  nobility  among  the  accused  are  at  the  forefront  of  his  mind  ;  what  that  might  mean  for  him  as  their  peer  .
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thenxghtwemxt · 1 year ago
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@monarhrh | Leonor and Elliott, Late May at The Solomon's Menagerie
"Are you debating whether you are predator or prey?" The innocuous question comes with velveteen ease. Hands resting comfortably behind him, as Elliott steps through the tiled walkway into the leafy-covered menagerie. As safe a place as any to approach the most maddening of Marchioness'... Though one must never underestimate the power of Leonor's temper, when he chooses to light it up. "It is a question worth asking in a place like this. Leopards. Elephants. Deer..." Elliott lists out, eyeing the open space of wandering creatures. "But I shall answer the question for you, Leo." A nickname reserved for closest friends, employed with a familiarity their kinship has been void of.
"You are a predator. A black widow." And because Elliott cannot help himself, he offers a crude smirk. Blue eyes darting from the width of her dark brown eyes, to the lushness of her lips. "A fatale female of the finest order." He drips on, equal parts insult and backhanded compliment. "And a gorgeous one at that. The life of a widow suits you."
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opalnoble · 1 year ago
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° • — CLOSED starter for ignacio ( @monarhrh ) ° • — mysteries of osiris gala, towards the end of the night
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aurora had done her royal duties, dancing until her dance card was full of names she cared little to remember — and now she sat on a bench, a glass of wine in her hand as her crystalline eyes scanned over the crowd. she let her gaze linger on her king for a moment far too long, before the french beauty smirked as she noticed a familiar face making their escape towards her.
" none to your liking, cio? " she asked, teasing her longtime friend with the nickname she gave him when they were teenagers. aurora knew well where his heart lied, and did she know very well what it was like to have your heart plagued by someone you could not yet have. " why don't you go ask her for a dance? " aurora nudged softly, not naming names or looking in said individual's direction. " it is not improper to ask for a dance at a gala, nor would one think it suspicious. " not that aurora had literally ever cared to think that for her own actions on the dance floor.
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thenxghtwemxt · 11 months ago
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"Like many things that stand between us." Beyond his charm, there is Spain to consider. A nation that, for all its faults, kept them diametrically opposed. Contrasting perspectives on the way forward for their homeland, leaving them caught in this halfway house of love and uncertainty. "But I would rather fight with you than be caught in bliss with anyone else." Leonor and Elliott were not made for ordinary loves, or simply lovely marriages. It's that recognition that always leaves a nagging voice in the back of his head; did she have it with her ex-husband? Or was he, like many others, a cog in a political plot?
"My restlessness only guarantees risk. If you were a more delicate heart, I'd worry you'd await me in some tower by the sea." But he knew Leonor; tough as nails, resilient as anything. She would sooner be the opposing Queen on a chessboard than ever be a pawn, laying in wait for Elliott to pursue his crown and come back to her. "You cannot get rid of me that easily." He exhales, lips ghosted just above hers. A sharp inhale to take her in; the perfume on her person, the warm charge of her skin against his. "I plan to live, boldly and brightly. Now," he lifts her chin. "Promise me - we find each other at the end of the line."
There is no hesitation in her kiss, but no urgency either. In here, they are blessed with the gift of time, and Elliott kisses her like the opening note of a concerto. Slow and purposeful, building with heady passion. He pulls her closer, tracing his thumb along the slack of her jaw. Finally, he is home.
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"Your charm has always been your double-edged sword. Once a weapon, now a gift." The Marchioness felt the Spanish Prince's forehead against hers and heard his heartfelt words, a bittersweet ache settled in her chest. They were like star-crossed lovers, caught in the throes of fate's intricate dance. Their love, undeniable and passionate, seemed intertwined with challenges and uncertainties that mirrored the tumultuous world around them. She couldn't deny the magnetic pull that had drawn them together time and again, despite the obstacles that seemed insurmountable at times. Leonor often found herself reflecting on the inexplicable magnetism that had bound her to Elliott through the tumultuous chapters of their lives. It was as though their souls had been intertwined from the moment they first met, fate weaving their paths together.
Their connection defied logic and reason. Across continents and amidst the chaos of their respective worlds, they had found each other time and again. Obstacles seemed insurmountable—duty, family expectations, the demands of their separate lives—but the pull between them was undeniable. It was a force that transcended distance and time, drawing them back into each other's orbits whenever they dared to drift apart. "Stubborn, indeed," she murmured softly, her voice a blend of affection and amusement. "We've always been a pair of relentless souls, haven't we?" She reached up, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of his face, committing every detail to memory as if it were the first time she had touched him. 
"Amor"" she began softly, her voice carrying a depth of emotion that spoke volumes of her feelings for him. "I understand. We don't need to have everything planned out perfectly. Life has taught us that plans can change in an instant." her hand gently caressing his cheek. "But there's one thing I ask of you, more than anything else." Her gaze held his, unwavering in its intensity. "I need you to stay alive. For me, for you, for us," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her request. "Our futures are intertwined, it's always been you and I, from this moment on, I won't accept anything less.'" Leonor leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, a silent affirmation of her love.
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flcralhaze · 1 year ago
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closed starter ›› cedric leclerc , @monarhrh. any muse , @umitvar where: anywhere in the palace.
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a rare  moment  to  himself  was  taken after only a momentary pause, double checking that he wasn't needed anywhere, and now timur sat on a bench, sharpening his sword. guard wasn't lowered. his ears remained attuned to his surroundings as footsteps passed him by, none drawing anymore of his attention until a pair stopped nearby. shoulders instinctively tensed. slowly, he looked up.   ❝ can i help you with something? ❞
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thcrnedthrones · 1 year ago
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CLOSED STARTER / Genevieve and Cedric @monarhrh
Genevieve didn't love sailing, and she hadn't been able to travel much growing up - the King and Queen of France were quite strict about their children being kept in their palaces especially after the week that her sister had gone missing, but since travel had become necessary as a royal, she was learning to embrace it, finding herself missing the comfort that a ride on horseback could be through the familiar grounds of Fontainebleu.
Still, the people around her were what made Fontainbleu home and while all of her staff and the people she'd grown to see as family couldn't be with her on the voyage, her heart was because he was always just a few steps away guarding her, probably not aware of how much comfort his presence could give her whenever she felt herself starting to worry or grow weary on the long days at sea.
"Everyone else is asleep, if you wanted to come a little closer..." she said, feeling his gaze as he joined her on the top deck, the princess holding on to the edge of the ship as she looked up at the stars. "I know you're there, Cedric." she murmured, turning to find that she had been right and the Captain of the Guard had in fact joined her on the otherwise silent and empty section of the ship as they made their journey to Brazil.
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theopulenthq · 11 months ago
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the following members/characters are being placed on an activity check. as a friendly reminder, our activity requirements are set here, and we ask for 3 in-character posts between 3 unique muns per character every 10 days. additionally, we require both an in-character intro and an in-character reply within the first 72 hours after acceptance.
the following have 78-HOURS (AN ADDITIONAL DAY TO OUR 48 HOURS) to either contact the main for a hiatus or extension or meet the activity requirements to remain in the group;
@bourgeoning -> 1 for hugo, 2 for sylvain, 1 for suzume, 3 for isra
@diamondnoble -> 2 replies to unique muns
@rcgcnt -> 3 replies to unique muns
@schcmcr -> 3 replies to unique muns
@crwndheart -> 3 replies on both characters
@balteren -> 1 reply for lorenzo
@whispcrings -> 1 reply for akshay, 1 reply on eliana, 3 replies on genjirou, 3 replies on haiyan, 3 replies in mendrika
@monarhrh -> 3 replies on ramses, 1 reply on ignacio
@reinaxc -> 3 replies in lyanna, 3 replies on amara
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classiqals · 11 months ago
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status -> closed starter for @monarhrh {cedric}
setting -> the dungeons, the day after arrests were made, late-morning
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Should anyone take enough notice to care or ask what a Chinese Commander would be doing bringing the best selections from breakfast down through the tunnels to the prisons - Tian Feng would advise them to care less of what he did. As of late, there were few who could inspire Tian Feng to follow any sort of societal expectation; and rules, well... they had began to feel like suggestions, rather than expectation.
Was this what it was to be drunk with well-deserved power? Or was this what the mindset of a defeated leader adopted, when they give in to the pressure of it all? Really, Tian Feng just wanted to bury his nose into the action && the drama; so he rounded the corner with the prison guard, eyebrows raising upon the sight of their friend behind bars.
" Well this looks comfortable. " the Commander stated dryly, glancing about the grim chambers with a frown. " I am angry on your behalf. This is absurd. Did you do it? " It was half asked as a joke.
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balteren · 1 year ago
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closed starter with: andromeda and any muse (@monarhrh) location: the cathedral of rio de janeiro time: early morning
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While she wasn’t particularly devout, or even entirely sure what she believed, Andromeda found a great deal of comfort in religious spaces. When she’d first lost her memories, she was lost, wandering for weeks on foot, going from town to town, desperate to remember anything. When she came across the village she’d eventually call home, she stopped in a small Orthodox church to rest her feet before continuing on, only to be approached by the priest. The two talked for hours, and Andromeda eventually told him of her struggles, prompting him to offer her refuge in the church. It was this conversation that convinced Andromeda to stop walking, to settle down, and let the memories come to her. Since that day, the church had become a sanctuary- a place to turn when all felt lost. These days, she found herself sitting in the pews quite often. It was here that she sat, quietly reflecting on the week behind her, when she took note of a new face beside her. “The Cathedral is beautiful, no?” A small smile as she looked up above, admiring the looming ceilings. “A worthy home for a God.”
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tormxntum · 1 year ago
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Who: Anyone! (@monarhrh) & Cailean
When: The Royal Prince’s Birthday Garden Picnic
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Cailean stood akin to a giant amid the squealing children running circles around them. The kids wore their prettiest party outfits, hoping to impress the birthday princes, who Cailean noted were far too young to understand the fuss. Yet, that didn’t seem to matter to anyone. The commander, used to handling entire armies, kings, and queens, stared down at the children, their smiles stretching wide as they jumped up and down. Cailean had thought they knew how to handle children; after all, they had learned how to deal with their niece once she came into their life. But one little girl didn't even come close to a swarm of energetic kids.
Cailean looked up, their gaze meeting the only other adult in sight, exasperation clear in their eyes. “Are ye just goin’ to watch me suffer or are ye goin’ to help me? Throw them a bone; maybe they’ll run after it.”
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umitvar · 1 year ago
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: NRP SAGRES, KING'S CHAMBERS 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: PRINCE NABIL BADI 𝐓𝐎: KING RAMSES BADI ( @monarhrh )
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once they all have settled in their chambers and the official greetings are over, nabil waits for a few hours before leaving his room to find ramses' chambers. it is easier to spot, and the guards are kind enough to point him in the right direction, granting him entry through the first corridors when he nears. there is some tension on his shoulders, unsure about the reason for this new trip, more of the unknown that they will find themselves in once they arrive. he tells himself the main reason for this visit is to spend time with his brother, but there is also a part of him that will be reassured by his words and presence. knocking on the door to the king's chambers, his hand wraps around the doorknob before pushing inside. at the sight of the familiar face of his brother, he smiles. "brother." the prince begins in their mother tongue, some part of hesitancy swimming in his eyes. "do you have some time? or were you busy?" standing near the entrance, ready to leave if he is interrupting. "i can come later- if you have things to do."
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bourgeoning · 10 months ago
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she  falls  back  into  the  rhythm  with  ease  ;  contrasting  chaos  with  calm  ,  for  others'  benefit  .  in  spite  of  a  continuously  pounding  heart  ,  and  fear  gnawing  at  her  stomach  .  nails  rapping  against  the  table  ,  isra  replays  the  bedlam  in  the  grand  jury  hall  ,  hoping  to  achieve  any  sort  of  understanding  of  the  tangled  mess  left  in  its  wake  .  but  the  memory  ebbs  into  the  background  when  she  hears  approaching  footsteps  .  reflexively  ,  she  sits  up  ,  offering  a  warm  smile  to  @classiqals  @flcralhaze  @umitvar  @verenduss  @monarhrh    @whispcrings  , "  how  can  i  help  ?  don't  be  shy  now  .  "  almost  a  joke  ,  or  ,  rather  ,  an  attempt  at  bringing  levity  .
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thenxghtwemxt · 11 months ago
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@monarhrh | Ignacio and Antonio, The Birthday Garden Picnic for Brazil's Princes
These moments are few and far between. The rare moment of respite when Antonio can lean back and take it in; the gurgles of his sons, the energy of his wife, the glory of his home. Beneath the shade of the tree, Antonio is quiet. Observant. For once, void of that gnawing fear of what comes next. "Do not break the spell yet, 'Nacio." Antonio bemoans, when he catches the royal advisor walking through the grass-field in his direction. "Whatever it is, can wait until the puppet show."
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opalnoble · 1 year ago
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she quietly listened to the ambassador speak, her gaze still looking at the dark before them. there was a gentleness to her words, yet they were almost magical. they spoke with such an elegance that aurora smiled. the mention of trusting that the dawn would rise again was something aurora could understand, and it painting the sea in a more calming light then the picture aurora had of it.
" that is a beautiful way to think about such a dark vastness, " the princesses said, looking over at her. " i have always held a fear of the ocean, i would like to be able to see it as something calming. " perhaps sea travel would come easier to her, if she did not fear it so much. " i'm aurora, by the way — i'm afraid i don't know quite a bit of those on this vessel. "
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"It is eerie, indeed," The Ambassador replied, her voice calm and reassuring. "The ocean at night holds a certain mystery, doesn't it? It's as if it hides its secrets beneath the surface, waiting for the sun to reveal them once more." She stepped closer to the railing, looking out at the impenetrable blackness. "But there's a beauty in that mystery too. The vastness of the sea reminds us how small we are in the grand scheme of things, how much there is still to discover."
She turned her gaze back to Aurora, offering a gentle smile. "We cannot always see what lies ahead, much like we cannot see the ocean at night. Yet, we trust it's there, just as we trust the dawn will come again. I find it fascinating how the ocean can be so calming and so terrifying at the same time."
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flcralhaze · 1 year ago
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closed starter ›› ramses badi , @monarhrh where: the mysteries of osiris gala.
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dressed in  her  finest,  traditional  attire,  malaika remained on the outskirts of the room, watching rather than partaking in the dancing, until she spotted her brother in law through the crowd. she'd thought his spouse would be nearby but their absence didn't keep mal from approaching.   ❝ ramses, ❞   she greeted with a smile adorning her visage.   ❝ egypt has outdone itself. not truly a surprise, i admit, but a welcomed sight. ❞   the ties between their nation, both political and familial meant she cared for his nation's wellbeing.
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theopulenthq · 10 months ago
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in accordance with our updated activity rules, the following mun(s) are on an interest check with 7+ days of inactivity across all muses. Please contact the main to confirm you are still interested in the opulent hq, or if you require additional time ahead of our next activity check taking place tomorrow. An unfollow will be posted in 48-hours if we are unable to reach you!
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