#ofdevotiions

[petraauersperg]

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 cooped up in that carriage, Petra needed a stop to smoke, what she hates about traveling is the journey to arrive at the final destination. JOURNEY are always unpredictable. She rested her back on the tree where she was smoking a kind of cigar, and drinking vodka, in a tiny bottle. She heard the footsteps of somebody approaching and looked in the direction. It felt nice to stretch her legs and arms for a bit.  ❛ Who said you are invited to be with me? ❜

@ofdevotiions​ 💚 

[martinaalexandra]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 at night and Martina went to do her nightly stroll she does every day, which is either grabbing a glass of warm milk or take Figaro, her lynx for a stroll. One of her guards was following her, and she went to play with her giant feline, she sat on the grass, giggling when Figaro was rubbing himself into her back, and into her body. She took a twig, from the ground and throw it to Figaro.  ❛ Andiamo! ❜ She encourages her feline to grab it and it brought to her jump on top of Martina, making her fall on the grass as he licked her cheeks. ❛ Bravissimo Figaro! ❜ She states, caressing his furs, as she heard a twig break, and he gets off of her going to the source of the noise. ❛ No Figaro! ❜ She demanded, standing up and... Met with her broken betrothed. He was a person she was avoiding, despite it wasn't her fault it was broken. ❛ Hello, Arthur. How are things going? ❜

@ofdevotiions​   arthur​

[diademic]

Nightmares were surprisingly uncommon during their stay in Switzerland, but not unheard of. While most nights found Soren exhausted and yet jerking into consciousness without a memory of why he bolted to alertness shortly after, incapable of sleeping and resigned to starting the day yet again, sometimes he remembered. Sometimes he thought about the sound of gurgling breath, he thought about hands hitting skin, and he was filled with the need to make sure his family was safe. 

Despite the fact it was pre-dawn, Soren found himself dressing in the dark and beginning to move from room to room to make sure his people were safe. Anneliese was his first stop, the youngest and most helpless, and then it would be his siblings. Maybe it was foolish to worry about people trained to be warriors, especially because of a bad dream, but when Soren found himself confronted with an awake Signe, it didn’t seem foolish at all. “Are you okay?” The question came before any explanation of why he was there, any greeting or reassurance. “Are you okay?” @ofdevotiions​

[reginamater]

@ofdevotiions​ | Anastasia

The lavish celebration was a balm to Jiang’s worries, it allowed her to relax and not think about her future, or the expectations set on her that she was failing to meet. Everyone looked their best, laughter filled the air, music could be heard almost anywhere around the palace. Truly, a day of joy she couldn’t help but join in that spirit. In fact, she was so lost in it she almost walked into one of the other guests. “ I’m terribly sorry! “ She quickly apologised, “ I didn’t hurt you, did I? “

[svnshone]

@ofdevotiions

"Freja!” Dorothea slide into step next to her sister-in-law. “Will you take a turn around the gardens with me?” They had all been so busy since they arrived in Switzerland, and it seemed that she had had little chance to catch up with the youngest of the family. So much had occured, it seemed only fair to check in on the younger woman. “Come, sister- we have much to speak of.”

[porcelcinarchived]

⊰   𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 . at least not by any of the rinaldis , whom she apparently only was connected with through a shared name . a simple afterthought , to her name. nothing more than an addition, that hadn't changed anything . it had been less than an hour since her argument with martina, yet it was not only the scrape on her cheek that was stinging ; but shame. burning hot in her chest with her breath heaving as the adrenaline waned. usually , narisa always remained collected but the shock in her face grew when she spotted angelo near her chamber . her mind was so much of a mess that she’d forgotten that she asked for him earlier . for a moment, she wanted to turn around but the familiar sight of her guard ( friend ) reminded her that perhaps she wasn’t alone at all . or that at least both of them were what martina called intruders . both only bound by duty to the rinaldis. “ angelo ” she headed towards him, a blasé tone covering her earlier agitation. “  i’m wondering whether you’d prefer to go to thailand with me or rough up a scrawny dauphin . i’m curious to hear your thoughts . ”

𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @ofdevotiions

[histxries]

//Open starter for anyone in the Danish court ( @cftragedy @cfbooksntales @vitaiisms @svnshone @ofdevotiions)//

Elisabet felt...useless. The baby was napping with her guards and one of the maids, and the halls of the Danish court's chambers were quiet. She knew why, but she was used to the bustling noises.

During the plague outbreak in her village, she hadn't had time to take in the silences until after the spread had been stopped. Even then, it was only for a moment. Now, with one child to watch and help, her hands felt idle.

She could barely sleep the night before from the mourning sounds and everyone expressing their grief...despite that, she got up at her usual time, did her duties, and now she wandered the halls. She finally decided to stop and knock on a door, hoping she wasn't intruding.

"H...hello? Is there anything I can do to help?"

[gustxxssnarchive]

closed starter // adam & sasha (@ofdevotiions)

the sun was high and adam was hiding from it, laid sprawled out beneath the shadow of a tree, hands behind his head. he was thankful for the feeling of finally being able to extend his limbs after hours on the road, all but seconds from drifting off to sleep as he heard footsteps approaching. at first he did not open his eyes, thinking that they would simply pass him by, but as they didn't he pried one eye open to see who they belonged to. "i hope i am not in your way, your highness. alas, i have no plans of moving."

[kingconquers]

@ofdevotiions​​​​​​.

“Tell me, Gabriel,” Augustine began with very little prompting, “what do you think of these Swiss guards?” He watched one of the guards in question walk stiffly down the hall, peering after them with slightly narrowed eyes. There was something off about this damn place. Or perhaps it was only him looking for excuses to leave.

[liu--qing]

The sun was way past setting, the night was wrapping up and Qing had been left as the night servant in a rare turn of events. Liu Qing was always hesitant around her own imperial family. Qing was so hesitant to look suspicious perhaps the worry in her about this at times made her look very suspicious. Qing pushed open the door just a little bit too look through to the princess. “Would you be needing anything else before you turn in?” Trying hard to hid the hesitancy in her voice but also dearly hoping the answer was a yes so she not garner any more attention.

@ofdevotiions​

[mountebanks]

shoes   clicked   lightly   on   stone   as   josephine   strode   through   the   halls   of   the   palace   ,   heading   for   the   library   .   she   could   not   resist   the   opportunity   to   see   the   collection   of   another   kingdom   .   she   paused   when   she   came   across   gabriel   (   almost   immediately   looking   for   auggie   somewhere   nearby   )   and   gave   him   a   small   smile   .   ʺ   gabriel   .   how   is   switzerland   treating   you   thus   far   ?   ʺ

for  gabriel  bas  ,  @ofdevotiions​​  .

[ofloyaltiies]

closed starter: @ofdevotiions​

location: ana’s chambers

MARGUERITE SWEPT INTO her daughter’s quarters like she owned the place. although, if she DID own the place, she certainly would do a better job on all aspects of keeping a castle. she kept her reproachful thoughts about their surroundings herself - knowing better than to upset her hosts. even so, she couldn’t help but to keep an air of disdain as she made her way through the halls. 

“mon amour,” the words fell gracefully from her lips with a tight smile as she called for her daughter from the drawing room. “come give your mother a kiss.” an instruction is never too far behind a loving name when speaking to her children. she paced the room while waiting, taking note of the embellishments on the walls and the furs, mentally tallying the expenses of the room. once upon a time, her own castle was much more lavish than this, yet losing almost everything did nothing to humble the queen. 

[martinaalexandra]

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 of night, and Martina left her chambers. She decided by herself that the validity of her 'punishment' to not step into the French's chambers are over. She can't wait to see Laurie, normally in her night strolls she is with her lynx Figaro, but since she is sneaking or trying to get into Laurie's bedroom, she went alone. Martin/Aldo had fallen asleep and the other guard Eli hired to watch her went to pee. She was in her chemise and barefoot, trying not to look so suspicious as she walks... But the moonlight reflecting on her pale skin, made her highlight a little. She finally was reaching the French quarter's entrance, when she heard footsteps and turned to see... Angelo. ❛ Hey Angelo... I'm going to get a glass of milk, we don't have these in our quarters so... ❜ Every night she goes to fetch herself a glass of warm milk, but this night was a lie.

@ofdevotiions​  ||  angelo

[eminencies]

Closed started for @ofdevotiions​

“Simon, what are you doing out here?” It was a stupid question, he’d hardly locked Simon up in a tower and the fire was out even if you could still feel the heat rolling from the charred remnants of the stables. Still, there was some worry that if he looked away, Simon would trip (or be pushed, considering the attacks) into the ash and burn himself. The fires had led to Abel’s protectiveness once again soaring to its highest points and he put himself in check, clearing his throat as he asked in a calmer manner. “Have you gone to see the horses?” A smile crossed Abel’s face and he reached out to grab Simon by the shoulders, matching his breathing to that of his brother’s to check that it wasn’t ragged. “Most of them have been found. Still some wandering loose, but people are still out looking.”

[reginamater]

@ofdevotiions​ | Signe

As Katharina walked through one of the corridors, through a window she witnessed her only daughter climbing a tree. An act not out of the ordinary to see back home, and foolishly she thought it wouldn’t happen here. Not that she saw anything wrong with that, if her daughter was happy climbing trees she wouldn’t stop her. However, she couldn’t help but wonder what had brought the action this time. Hence the queen mother’s trek to the area in which she had seen her daughter playing her version of hide and seek. “ Signe! ” She called out for her. “ Allerkæreste. I may be tall but not enough to see you when you hide in here. “

[glcriousbeavty]

closed starter for mariam tesfave. ( ft. @ofdevotiions​ )

pedro would never admit that he was lost. he was a braganza, the blood of great navigators and adventures who braved the seas when no one even tried ran in his veins --- and he was lost inside a stupid palace ? the architecture wasn’t so different from the one in lisbon, and, back home, pedro discovered all the secrets inside it in a few weeks. maybe it was the fact that his ancestors were the one who built it, and he was in a castle that he had no ties with. or he had, because he didn’t know how many french queens portugal had. but even if one of his ancestors lived within these walls centuries ago, nothing was calling to him. the infante sighed, a hand messing his already unruly curls. he would find his way, somehow. 

his attention was caught by a woman, who couldn’t be many years older than him and not if younger, probably in the same struggle as himself. pedro pondered if he should try to help her --- adventure was in his blood, after all. but could he help her ? he was as lost as she seemed to be, and as much he wouldn’t care if he was in lisbon, he did want no one thinking that they had something if someone saw them alone. he averted his eyes for a moment to his hands, pondering what to do. but when he rose them again, he was met with the eyes woman’s eyes looking at him too. “ do not look at me. i am as lost as you are, i think. or it is my lucky day, and you know how to navigate inside these walls. ”