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damn u im sobbing sm too right now ;’) XD and yes!! all those awesome crackship gifs u made max dear is also giving me so many plot ideas and hundreds of possible thread ideas on how to go along with them too XD ;D hahaha..And you my dear, are the absolute best at picking the perfect songs for their ship aka one of our biggest  OTP’s <33.. Seriously im leaving all the music for them, in your hands forever, cos till this day, I can’t catch a single note/sound of “A Thousand Years” without tearing up inside and thinking about Kriztian and Emilia...so on the days which i don’t wanna cry for these past few months  (cos i missed them sm), i would immediately switch songs the moment i hear ‘A Thousand Years” coming up either on the radio or my Youtube playlists XD :)P

                                     ᴋ ʀ ɪ ᴢ ᴛ ɪ ᴀ ɴ  &  ᴇ ᴍ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴀ

“ ᶦ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶠᵗᵉˢᵗ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ      ᶦ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ʷ ᵒ ʳ ᵈ ˢ ᵃˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ        ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᶦ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵐᵘᶜʰ                                   …ᶦ’ᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ. ”

                                                        “ ʷᵉˡˡ, ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ                                                              ᵒᵖᵉⁿ ᵘᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖˡᵃⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵃᵐⁿ ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᶠʳᵉᵉ                                                                  ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰ ᵉ ᵃ ʳ ᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ’ˡˡ ᶠᶦⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉ                                                                       ᶦ ʷᵒⁿ’ᵗ ʰᵉˢᶦᵗᵃᵗᵉ ⁿᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ                                                                                                  …ᶦ’ᵐ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ. ”

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emiliv:

“so beautiful … right?” her voice soft as feather, the british girl was trying her very best not to accidentally wake up the small bundle of joy that she was holding in her arms. sitting on the grass, surrounded by endless rays of trees - emilia felt like as if she was the happiest woman in this world right now, and the chances of her being exactly that was very high in all seriousness. her first child held securely in her arms, with her back resting against the man she loved with all her heart; her husband who she met under strange and overwhelming circumstances but despite everything they had been through, despite his fears and everything the universe threw at them, they had finally made it out of the woods. just like their vows, through thick and thin, they stuck together and dark days were over now. and as if to be the proof of it, their baby was looking right back at them small hands held out to reach to them, which made emilia’s expression turn into one of great affection as she looked down at their child.

“the most beautiful thing in this world,” she heard kriztian say, voice low and soft before his hand moved closer for the baby to grab. oh how precious the scene was. if she could, emilia would capture this very moment to relive it over and over again since she believed that to be the most amazing sight she had ever witnessed - the biggest loves of her life together, smiling at each other in joy and happiness. she then felt kriztian’s lips being pressed onto her forehead, which in return put a smile on her face as she turned to look at the german man with love and affection in her eyes. seeing him look back at her finally, emilia’s smile grew wider as she inched closer to him to place a loving kiss on his lips.

and that was when she closed her eyes, only to open them to a whole different scenary. the seemingly endless green surrounding them was gone and replaced with the warm tones of the familiar room – the bedroom she shared with kriztian.

it took her a couple seconds to realize she was just dreaming, blinking her eyes sleepily as she tried to focus her sight on the left side of the king sized bed as her head was turned to the direction already, expecting to see kriztian sleeping beside her but when her gaze was met with the empty sheets instead she furrowed her eyebrows, holding her head up a bit to let her gaze wander around the room. but soon enough she saw the sight which was so adorable that her lips instantly curled into a soft smile and an expression filled with affection appeared on her face. her husband sitting there with his head resting on her belly, seemingly listening to the movements or heartbeat of their unborn child in her womb. chest tightening and heart pace picking up as she was hit by a wave of emotions, emilia reached to gently run her fingers through his dark hair, big blue eyes gazing at him lovingly. “bonding time without me, i see.” she said, a hint of playfulness laced in her voice which was very soft nonetheless, just like everytime she’d speak to the love of her life, that very man who she was married to and ready to start a family with very soon. her smile never leaving her expression she slowly propped herself up onto her elbows, movements slow. one of the hardships of carrying a child, she was a lot slower with things now and it had only been getting worse ever since she started to show up, but she knew it’d all be worth it once she had her baby in her arms – just like she didn in her dream.

holding onto his strong arm emilia helped herself into a comfortable position by supporting her back with one of the puffy pillows on the bed , though still not sitting properly, since she’d need his help for that. once she was comfortable again, she put her hand on the side of her belly as she looked at kriztian. “good morning love.” she said softly, smiling at him before her gaze wandered towards the swollen baby bump. “morning to you too, little peanut.” fingers gently caressing her belly, she then felt the kick that was soon followed by a grumble from her stomach, which made her chuckle with her head tilted back slightly. “give me a break, i just woke up!” chuckling still, she shook her head, looking at her husband now. seeing that happy look on his face, she realized how even more handsome and attractive he looked with a smile on his face, as if it was possible for someone to look that good. but there he was, making her heart flutter like the first time everytime she laid eyes on her and now was no exceptation. her free hand reaching to hold his, she admired how beautiful the sight of their wedding rings looked together which she was sure she could never get enough of - seeing the sign of their marriage could never get old for her. head tilting to the side slightly, she looked into his lovely dark orbs, thumb caressing on the back of his hand. “when did you wake up?”

So focused and entertainedly delighted was Kriztian, on listening full to their baby’s rapid heartbeats as well as a couple of movements their unborn child was making in Emilia’ womb, that he failed to notice that Emilia had was awake till he suddenly felt her gentle hand ruffling his hair, eyes widening happily at seeing his precious wife now wide awake as he listened to her playful statement. Smiling widely, he then lifted his head from its lying down position on her belly and then gave a tender kiss to it, while making a loud whisper their unborn child,” Your mummy is awake now, so I have to go wish her good morning properly,”he grinned slightly roguishly at the end of his sentence.  He then quickly moved up using his hands and knees towards Emilia’s face to capture her mouth hungrily in slow, but passionately loving kiss on her soft lips. A morning habit which he loved doing daily to his beloved wife, just to show her how much he appreciated her, how much he loved her, how he was so thankful  for her being alive and being with him at the start of every morning, how much he treasured being able to wake up to her every single day and how much he would never fail to need her in his life each passing day.. as well as  how much he loved kissing her and missed kissing her even for just one night. All of those meanings plus more, were translated into his kiss, which he knew that his beloved Emilia could interpret inside her heart and soul, plus if he remembered correctly, he had also told her some of those reasons as to why he was determined to kiss her the first moment he saw her in every single morning for the rest of their lives, back on one fine morning during their honeymoon.

After he finally broke their kiss, his whole facial expression containing nothing but pure love and complete blissful adoration for the woman he was currently staring at, just a few inches away from him, he then began to help her knowing that she would want to sit up properly on bed and with her being in her last trimester of her pregnancy, it was definitely a little bit of a struggle for his darling wife. After noticing that she still wasn’t sitting as properly as she would have liked and would be the most comfortable with, he then proceeded to smoothy and very easily, lifting up her whole body with a smile before quickly placing her in a very comfortable, proper sitting position. “Good morning Mrs Gotha,”he teased a little his eyes crinkling with loving amusement after she had wished him good morning, her voice always sounding like golden melody to his ears. He then followed her gaze the tender devoted adoration he had earlier for their child returning to his eyes as he looked idly with serene happiness at his wife’s actions with their unborn child in her belly. He then chuckled along with her upon hearing her the sound emitted from her stomach as well as Emilia’s comical response to it. “No worries, sweetheart, I will attend to your very apparent hunger pangs right now,”he smirked, his dark brown eyes twinkling a little boyishly at her, before he turned his head to grab their cordless bedside phone with his right hand. Turning back to face her with a wide smile that naturally very easily came to his these days everersince he married Emilia, he then spoke again cheerfully, “So what shall we have today? Any of your usual favorite breakfast dishes? “he asked, unable to keep a slightly hopeful tone out of his voice. “Or do you feel like  ordering one of your-ahem-”he swallowed a little nervously, not wanting to offend her,-..”curious mix of pregnancy meal cravings?” he smiled quickly. “Or it something wildly new this time around?”he asked the last question with an ounce of genuine humor crinkling his expression. “And if it’s any of the latter two choices, gentle reminder that you, my dear wife, are not too worry about accidentally asking our palace chefs too cook too much of a quantity, as they will most definitely not go to waste, “ he smiled reassuring at his wife.  “And I’m 110% sure of that fact because Eddie, has ‘unfortunately’ recently returned back home from his latest political ambassador trip and I’ve just received word from Alicia, that his definitely coming along with her and their son for our small get-together luncheon this afternoon,”he groaned softly,  though both he and Emilia knew that it was only a half-hearted groan that bore no ill will towards the younger sandy-brown haired prince. And that in actual fact, Kriztian quite liked the charming, extremely affable, purely good-hearted, loyal and smart Scottish witch prince , who after all these years, and after everything the whole lot of them have been through together in Romania, had definitely grown up, matured a little bit more, and was definitely wiser and really responsible man currently. Though at the same time, Kristian was also only slightly tolerable of his mischievous antics, which he still never fully got rid of as they were ingrained in Eddie’s very playful personality, and even, soul, in Kriztian’s bemused private opinion,  and Kriztian was the only among the group who could still easily get easily exasperated or irritated sometimes by the overly jovial, still rather spontaneous and quite mischievous doings of the very much younger friend of theirs. “Well, to be honest, he was only very much younger than Kriztian, not Emilia if one were to count according to physical age,“ he mused wryly. “So you can be certain my dear,  that his ever-hungry wolf-hound of a nose will sniff out any leftovers of any new unique pregnancy craving dishes we make today and proceed to try them out and swallow them whole with that ravenous appetite of his,”he shuddered at the thought of Eddie, one of the few people he knew who had a bottomless pit of a stomach that could wolf down either 7 or 8 meals a day with easy satisfaction. No one had yet to see a dish that Eddie didn’t like and couldn’t seem to eat. “How that boy maintains his quite fit physique of a body without gaining thousands of pounds by now,  completely baffles me,”he shakes his head wryly, a corner of his lips quirking up slightly in amusement towards Emilia.

When Emilia’s free hand went to hold his left hand, he then clasped her smaller hand back securely in his larger one as he then interlaced his finger between her fair ones, as a warm feeling of satisfactory comfort shot through his being even with this simple loving gesture from her. He then fondly watched her admiring the simple beauty of their two wedding bands locked next to each other, which was one of the things signifying the meaningful depth of their union. Upon hearing her question, he then smiled a little self-conciously before answering, “I actually woke up a little over half an hour ago, but I just couldn’t get out of the bed due to the perfect opportunity of being able to watch your beautiful sleeping face, my darling,”he explained warmly with deep and tender emotion in his voice. He grinned wider as he recalled something,” And I take it that you were having a very wonderful dream, my love? Because you were smiling one your most beautiful smiles while you slept,”he said with a slightly playful twinkle in his eyes

Of shining mornings and idyllic moments(01)

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Of shining mornings and idyllic moments(01)

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Bright daylight had already begun streaming in through the sheer very faint pinkish-white gauzy curtains and creamy eggshell-white, embroidered damask drapes, for the past couple of hours of the morning but Kriztian was in no mood to get out of bed. He had woke up about half an hour ago, but had chosen to spend the last 30 minutes staring wondrously and with an expression full of love at his beautiful wife’s sleeping face. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was after all this while and the mountainfulls of ups and downs, rollercoaster of emotions and drama, as well as the extremely eventful and tumultuous journey of their relationship, that he could now call Emilia his wife and be at her side always and for all eternity for the rest of their lives together.

His beloved Emilia was now sleeping peacefully by his side, her face turned towards facing him on her thick, plush downy pillow, with her body also turned towards him, as during the middle of the night she had, as per a, sometimes-usual habit, she had shifted her sleeping position to sleep sideways facing him. And more often than not, whenever he managed to detect that, he would pull her closer to snuggle towards him with his long, and heavy muscular arm draped above her head and placing its pressure on the top part of her pillow instead, as his right hand which was wearing his daylight ring lovingly clasped her right arm, just below her shoulder, securely. Last night was no exception, just that right now, that instead of having his right arm draped over her, he had moved his arm so that he could bend it to  use his right hand to prop his head up sideways, so that he could observe and stare lovingly at her whole face easily. God she was so beautiful and looked so tender and sweet when she slept. Her long eyelashes and fair eyelids closed her beautifully mesmerizing bright blue eyes from him right now unfortunately, but at least he could still see her soft pink lips which he loved to kiss every so often, every day, eversince they got married, her perfect and cute nose and both her lovely pair of cheeks and chin. Her aforementioned lips was currently curved into one her beautiful smiles as she slept which made Kriztian think that she must be having a wonderful dream currently. “What of?” he wondered inwardly to himself, wearing a soft smile of his own as he continued studying her. He could stare wondrously  at her face all day, be it, awake or asleep and never be tired of it. In fact, he would never, ever get tired of looking at her till the day he died.

The golden rays of sunlight rested slightly on a lower part of her face as well as her hair, giving her blonde tresses and face a shining golden glow, not that she wasn’t already naturally glowing in Kriztian’s everyday eyes, it was just that the golden rays made her face looked even more angelic at the moment. Unable to resist it any longer, he then lowered his head down towards her face and kissed her tenderly on her forehead, very near her eyes. After drawing back, he could have sworn he saw the edges of her mouth give a tiny twitch, but after waiting for a couple of seconds with a held-in breath to see if he had accidentally disturbed her sleep and awoken her before she was ready to wake up, no other movements happened for on her facial features and he let out a relaxed breath. A minute later however, Emilia then suddenly shifted her sleeping position and chose to suddenly sleep on her back instead, but seeing as her eyes were still closed shut, he assumed that she was just naturally turning in her sleep. Her left arm then went to  rest on top of her chest and just above a certain part of her body which he was at this period of time, very much in love with, slightly more than the rest of her body parts,: her swollen stomach which was carrying their unborn child in her womb. Kriztian’s grin was then a mixture of bemusement and love as he then slowly and silently sat up on the bed before balancing himself on his two strong arms, as he then crept over her nearly 8 months pregnant large stomach. “Good morning, sweet pea,”he then whispered softly, his mouth just a few inches above the nightgown covering Emilia’s belly. “Your mummy and I can’t wait to see you soon, little one, “he cooed softly with a great amount of tenderness in his voice and love on his face. And as if the baby could miraculously hear him, Kriztian then at the next minute,felt their unborn baby kick in response within Emilia’s stomach, as it so happened that Kriztian had then, at that very second, laid his left hand which had his golden wedding ring on it, gently on top of her stomach. An expression of utmost tender delight then filled his facial expression as he then took off his hand and instead opted to lay his face very softly and with the least amount of pressure as possible on top of his wife’s belly just to hear their first unborn child’s heartbeat in very close proximity and intimateness. His face sideways laid down  was turned up in Emilia’s direction of her face, but his eyes were momentarily not really focusing much on her, as his dark orbs was now sparkling with euphoria and a huge delighted grin could be seen on his face as he continued concentrating and listening to their first unborn baby’s beating heart with the aid of his vampiric hearing.

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@emiliv highkey Kriztian’s subtle way of telling her that he cares about her, later on in the future down the road, in any particular near future plot/ thread/ scene/ situation/scenario/moment that requires this kind of sceneXD

I know I’m not what you expected.

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@emiliv aaah, but we know what happens in the end, don’t we, Kriztian? hehehe XD

Max, this quote is so him regarding his thoughts about Emilia at one point later on 

i try to refrain, but you’re stuck in my brain.

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Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Emilia maybe?;) Idk..cos Kriztian ain’t that much of a very early riser unless he has important duties/matters to attend to. But once in a blue moon, he might just wake up early just to see Emilia’s naturally beautiful face while she’s sleeping and when the sunlight rays hit her face. (pssst, that’s how much of the inner romantic he is half the time, when he’s in love ;) hehehe)

Who’s the one to make breakfast: Emilia? She’s probably the better chef then he is.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Both? on different occasions.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: I can def see Kriztian doing this XD but as for Emilia, I can’t really say since I don’t know much about her sexual/kinky side, yet ;)P

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Emilia probs? XD

Who chooses the movies: Emilia

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: I’m really not sure XD…He’d hardly do that since he doesn’t want to disturb her as he would want Emilia to enjoy the movie as much as possible, ….but he might do on one or two occasions, if he sees how beautiful or adorable she looks at a certain movie scene or two.

Who orders lunch: Both

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Emilia

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Emilia

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Emilia;D

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Emilia?? hahahaXD

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream: Both

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Kriztian maybe on a few occasions only tho..

Who cooks dinner: Both? But for Kriztian it depends on the occasion. Cos cooking isn’t exactly his forte;)

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Kriztian hands down!

Who stays up until 2 reading: Emilia

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Kriztian def would but I think Emilia sometimes would too?

Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Both :)

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This is probably a 98% chance of failing attempt of shouting out to the void, but Max, if you ever happen to see/read this, please, please, do read Emilia’s IM and pretty please gimme a 2nd chance? I have a lengthy explanation in there of what happened to me when I suddenly went MIA very unfortunately & very unplannedly :(. I would really love  to continue rping  out Emilia and Kriztian’s story which we had created, plotted and loved so much , still, till the very end, if you still happen to have muse for them and her? I need this OTP desperately like I need air to breathe. <3 xx

And Dani, if you also ever happen to see/read this post,  I still have so much inspo and love for Theo & Kriztian’s on-and-off brotp-turned frenemy/ rivals -turned everlasting brotp again, story, if you would still be interested, have muse for it and gimme a 2nd chance too? pretty please? <3 xx At the same time,  I also still have so much muse and would really love to delve and start into Theo & Apollina’s hateship turned friends and maybe something even more thing, if you’re still interested in that? <3

Sincerely, Tia xoxox

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I had this manip requested on july 24/25 before all that stuff happened, so I just saw it today and OMGGG THIS MANIP IS AMAZING!! LOOK AT HOW BLISSFULLY HAPPY THEY ARE EVEN AFTER MANY YEARS OF MARRIAGE LATER DOWN IN THE FUTURE!!<3 <3 <3 CAN U IMAGINE IT, MAX DEAREST!! XX

Melissa Benoist and Daniel Gillies for @thecrownprincessapollina-aalders

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emiliv:

emilia tried to hold back the chuckle that came out upon hearing his comment on her gown being centuries old like him but of course, failed as she had to press her fingers on her lips to stop herself, fearing she could sound rude but hopefully, he knew her enough to know that she got his humour and appreciated it, assuming his comment carried amusement within it because of his tone of voice when he spoke and that boy-ish grin that followed it. oh god, that grin. she could feel an another form of warm sensation that she felt earlier that night, again because of him, when he gave her that charming grin which made him look even more handsome suddenly, making her fear that she could go crazy if he kept on looking more charming to her with every new side of him he showed her. even though that was the first time she had seen a grin like that on his face, she knew at that moment that she’d be craving for more later – actually she found herself to be in need of that look on his face as soon as it was gone, urging her to speak playfully, in a teasing way even, if it’d help it turn back to his face. oh well, even the smallest and most brief of his smiles were becoming addictive now and knowing that he had a stoic face more than he smiled was very, very painful to the human girl. only if he would grace her with that charming smile more often…

she had to literally shake her head very slightly to distract herself from those rather dangerous thoughts, given he’d probably get mad at her and possibly end the time they could get to spend together tonight if he ever knew she had these thoughts in the first place, she actually had to try and keep it all inside if she wanted to have more time with him and be in his presence. and oh boy, she really wanted to, the ball became even more lovely and enjoyable with him around. though, the fact that she knew it didn’t mean she could succeed, she was never good with bottling things up anyway, unless those emotions were negative ones – she could get through her sadness, anger or grief inside, still smiling at people on the outside but of course, people who knew her, or at least how she looked like and acted when she was genuinely happy would know she was just pulling a cover whenever it happened. and just like that, she couldn’t help the amused smile on her face, nodding at his question. “yeah, that’d be right. though i can’t compare since i don’t know just how many centuries you’ve been gracing the world for.” okay, that was just not how you keep it all inside. nice try, emilia. really nice.

once her internal facepalm at herself was forcefully subdued to focus on his words, emilia let out a soft sigh along with an easy smile now upon him letting her know that she actually didn’t bore him out of his mind with her rather lenghty explanation on her gown. it was nice having someone listen to the story and not scoffing at her for being that excited about a gown that actually meant a lot to her and especially when it was kriztian who was the one to reassure her about it, she suddenly felt better about the situation. yes, it wasn’t that silly of her to be excited about it. she had her reasons and even if she did not, there was nothing wrong with being happy and in a good mood, after all. it was surprising how kriztian could make her feel better with a few sentences, but there he was, managing just that. “i’m glad you think like that. you know, not many would think of it to be something to be that excited about, so i appreciate it. you made me feel better about almost writing an essay on the gown when you asked about it.” she joked lightly, a soft chuckle following as she shook her head to herself. she knew she was being a little bubbly again, a part of herself that people noticed the first about her, but that was just how emilia was and she knew that even if she tried to act like how most of the royals around here did, that wouldn’t be her. and she’d fail at it anyway, so she just hoped her usually high spirits wouldn’t annoy him after a while. she didn’t know why but she wanted him to be pleased with her.

as she gave him one of her small but sweet smiles, it took everything in her not to gasp a little bit when she heard him say that he wouldn’t mind seeing her wearing it again – wait, did he really say that?? she didn’t even realize she blinked a few times upon hearing it, though she didn’t gasp her lips were parted slightly in surprise, she took a moment to take it in. he really did say that and seemingly, it wasn’t meant to be just a dry compliment, either. she could see in that brief moment that he meant it and suddenly it made her the happiest she’d been since arriving at the ball. parted cherry red lips slowly curling into a pleased, lovely but still a bit shy smile, she looked slightly down in thought before drawing her gaze back to his face, looking right into his eyes and mumbling softly. “maybe i’ll wear it again.” as silence filled the air between them, her eyes never left his, almost like daring him to do it first since she sure wasn’t going to do it before seeing how he reacted, actually it was to see if he’d smile at her again since she found herself to be desperately needing it.

but of course, once he made a small joke about the outfits that she’d see in history books, the almost smitten - well, it was less than that but still, the look on her face was one of admire nonetheless - expression faded away, quickly being replaced by the amused smile of hers, actually this time she couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her lips. it felt so good to have him in a good mood and making a joke here and there, she couldn’t understand why it made her so happy to see him smile and let loose a little bit, but it just urged her to engage in conversations with him that would allow him to relax and joke in a playful manner more often. she wanted him happy, it was simple as that. she didn’t know why exactly but that was okay. she had learnt long ago that you didn’t question these kind of things. you don’t question why you care, you don’t try to reason with some things. and that was one of those, so instead of focusing on why she’d want it so badly, she would rather focus on how to make it happen. she didn’t know him that well but she already had her opinion about his happiness: he deserved it. so, once her laughter died down, she swayed to the sides slightly, looking up as if she was in deep thought as she pressed her lips together. “i don’t know… i can’t be so sure,” her tone was playful as her smile appeared on her face out of bad acting but she didn’t mind it at all, then quickly added. “do you happen to have a painting of yourself from that era hanging around somewhere?” squinting her eyes a little bit, she raised a brow, her cheerful side showing up when her smile got even bigger. she had to admit to herself that she loved it – joking back and forth with him. it made her feel less nervous and more like herself, also she had so much fun doing that. it was one of her favorite things about him – wait, there was a list?? – but sadly for her, those moments were rare so she had to enjoy it while she could.

even though taking the cape off made her feel a little bit exposed - it was probably because of being in it for long and actually getting cosy with the velvet fabric - the fact that he now had a better view of her dress and that he actually took the chance to take a look didn’t go unnoticed. a somewhat cunning smile on her face, she took the offered arm before walking to the spot with him, looking around as she did so in order to see how the other couples danced to the song to keep up with but the dance seemingly came to an end by the time they were eventually standing there, emilia herself trying to see how many of them were left and what would be playing now but being one step ahead of her, kriztian excused himself to apparently go over towards the orchestral band to inquire, his speed taking her by surprise as she wasn’t expecting it. and after a few seconds spent away from her, he was then back next to her, this time she was ready for his speed fortunately.

when he informed her about the song they were going to be playing, she raised her eyebrows in surprise as she was expecting to be doing a waltz or something but before she could answer, she saw the other couples getting ready and soon after the music started to play with the very soft and familiar tune, she almost immediately recognized it, the image of the blonde in a white dress and the man in a suit dancing appearing in her mind. countless times she had watched the scene, she could play it in her mind even but to be actually dancing to that song was something else entirely and despite her current fear that she would fail and make a fool out of herself, a few seconds after the song started to play, emilia took the two small steps between them and let the gap disappear, for the first time they met they were this close to each other and she could feel her heart beat fastening in her chest. then she placed her left hand on his shoulder, letting her soft touch trail its way towards the back of his neck, letting it finally stay down there. eyes locked with his, her other hand effortlessly found his left hand, palm pressing into his own, fingers curling securely but gently. her heart getting even louder, she let her chest touch his just enough, not too much, not too distant. being so close to him, his charming and breathtaking scent was exposed to her more than ever that it wouldn’t be a lie if she ever said that she felt dizzy. but she was thankful that if her knees ever felt weak he’d be able to make sure she didn’t lose balance, or so she hoped. to start very slowly according to the music and just like the other couples, she swayed back slightly, then forth, eyes still gazing into his but to go further than that, she needed him to lead her as her mind was starting to get clouded and just in case her eyes didn’t give it away, she leaned a little bit closer as they swayed, voice quiet, almost a whisper as she spoke. “don’t let me fall.” eyelashes fluttering, she gazed at him as they moved, surprisingly she was more gracious than she thought she’d be but added nonetheless, this time as a complete whisper but she had no doubt he’d hear. “please.”

Kriztian’s smile got a little brighter and appeared to be even boyish-looking than ever upon hearing her small chuckle and seeing the look of merry amusement on her face. “750 years,”he  replied with a small dry chuckle back at her response. Ignoring the apparent teasing and subtle and  slightly flirtatious tone that indirectly went along with her statement, he then continued,“I’m 750 years old and that’s the number of years I’ve been - ah how do you put it?..gracing, most parts of this vast Earth for,” he teased back, with very  small  hint of playfulness in his tone. At that moment, Kriztian didn’t know why but he chose to recklessly ignore this slightly playful  part of him that was coming out this instance, and almost impulsively and without thinking rationally, he  went on with this very un-Kriztian-like action of his. “I must be going out of my senses. What with all this dramatic stress and draining pressure and worry caused by all the past dreadful events of this past month, it wasn’t any wonder or irrational, if I were really going a bit off my mind,”he mused. .. But then again, another possible reason why he was letting himself be a little boyishly playful with the girl in front of him right now, could be due to the thought of that said poor girl who had to endure the same bad experiences he had, but with probably twice the pressure he possibly had, and  she might have internally gone through, ten times worse than he did, of terrible hellish  experience in this dratted place, due to her physical vulnerability as human girl  who seemed to be inexperienced  with any sort of grueling fighting or battles, she was probablly leaning to feelings of worry, high stress, slight paranoia and fear for her safety or even life.  Even though he knew that Emilia could put on a brave face and brave spirit or armor when it was necessary, Kriztian was pretty sure that without even asking her right now, she had probably already viewed that grimly dark viral video of the mysterious and brutal werewolf murder and Kriztian wouldn’t blame  her if she happened to presently be a little on the high edge these days. Thus with these present thoughts now in mind, Kriztian was starting to think that this summer ball,  which he was initially disgusted by, as he had viewed it as cover up excuse of the Paragons that  only further showcased their incompetency in dealing with the current problems at hand and highlighted the shadiness of this whole marriage scheme even more, was actually starting to morph into a pretty good distraction to take most of the scared beings’ minds off the current slightly dark circumstances they were in, to offer a break and bring a sense of peace and relaxation to most of the royals here even if it was only temporary. Kriztian himself now realized, that he too needed this short little respite  from the problems currently plaguing his and his family members minds, and what more so of a kind-hearted, soft and bright-hearted pure human soul like Emilia? Thus Kriztian now strongly concluded that he would do whatever it took to ensure that Emilia Banks had a perfect ball night. At least just for tonight, she deserved a 100% happy and peaceful night. She currently seemed to be whole-heartedly enjoying herself  very much here based on her current facial expressions, body language and present air, which Kriztian had been observing as many times as possible from the moment he walked in and laid eyes on her. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself  for some time period if he accidentally ruined or took away her current happiness, thus if allowing a small bit or part of his playfullness or light-hearted side to come every once in awhile to Emilia, just to make sure that her night was perfect, then by jove he would do it, even if it meant betraying his present persona and personality he had been wearing for the past few centuries.

He liked the way she sighed. As that thought came in without warning, Kriztian had to hurriedly shake it away from his brain and tried to re-focus back on Emilia who had now started speaking again. That was another of those weird and highly un-explainable thoughts that would come every now and then, whenever he was with or around Emilia . What the hell was wrong with him nowadays?? “I do,” he nodded. “And in fact, it is actually highly reasonable for you to be very excited about your lovely and truly historical ballgown and you shouldn’t care what others think of that. To be completely candid, if there are people who think that it’s unreasonable of you to exhibit such a behaviour, those are the kind of people you shouldn’t  even need to even trouble your mind with or associate with at all, as they are probably un-poectic beings,  or have no sentimental bone in their body or perhaps they even don’t value family background or history, “he spoke bluntly, not really caring much if his words sounded a little jaded or slightly hard or even,  some might say,  a bit contemptuous. Kriztian had spent  too many years being exposed to the various uglier or bad sides of of human nature long enough to become quite cynical , dry, a little jaded and also to adopt a couldn’t really care less transparent shell  if his words contained not-so-nice, brutal truths.

Seeing Emilia’s bubbly self coming out right now again as she had a tendency to bring it out sometimes , half the time he was with her, Kriztian current quite good mood, lifted up even higher than ever. he had to secretly admit that he admired the way she was able to naturally be so bright and bubbly and if he was being completly honest he preferred that she remained as bubbly as long as possibly during their-who knows how long?-stay here in the castle  He kinda kiled seeing that side of her personality and nature , the longer he was in her presence. “Well, “he mused out loud, “ if this ballgown is such of deep importance and highly precious family knowledge to you, you should probably try writing that “essay” down into a journal perhaps? So that it might become one of the history books on Emilia Banks, to be read by the future generations of humankind or even by your own  future great-great-granchildren,”he smiled lightly. “For trust me, I’ve been around long enough to know that some people have a tendency to blow things slightly out-of-proportion when  passing down family background stories by the word-of-mouth method till there are quite a few instances, that a family’s history story becomes more of a fabrication and much lesser of the real facts about what had happened or the actual truth.” Till now, Kriztian had yet to to register in his head,  the possible implications of him using the term “future great-great-grandchildren” might have on Emilia’s mind upon hearing him say those words, as he was too busy being genuine about giving some advice to Emilia regarding the preservation of her family’s background stories.

Oh dear Lord,  her smile!  Kriztian was now,  like a similar part of his initial experience upon catching sight of her some minutes ago before their current conversation, completely wonderstruck by the blindingly wonderful and beautiful reaction to his highly unplanned and unexpected earlier comment. At this very moment, Kriztian took back the initial regret he had felt and blame he had internally ranted on himself earlier for making that wildly unexpecetd remark of wanting to see her wearing her dress again as he was now given the most delightful first-hand view of seeing Emilia’s enchanting golden expressions and actions to his remark. Oh that beautiful, angelic, soft , and sweet cherry-red lips of hers that was curving into such a .. Stop! Stop thinking of her lips that way, you idiot and say something.  As he was about to speak something, anything in order to distract himself from staring in wonder at  the slightly glowing happiness that was somehow radiating off her, which was amazingly brought about by such a simple remark from him, he was then forced to close his mouth as she suddenly lifted her gaze back to him and looked at him straight with her exquisite, always-beautiful lake-blue eyes into his own dark brown orbs. Currently lost in the moment of slightly staring back at her lovely, very bright and pretty blue pools, Kriztian almost didn’t hear her soft mumble of a reply coming from Emilia’s lovely sweet voice. “Good gods man, break the silence! Break the silence!“ the rational part of his brain screamed at him. Say something. He absolutely had to speak before he did something similar to what he accidentally had done during that afternoon outing of theirs weeks ago or even repeated that un-thinking action of his again, which could hold a chance of possibly spoiling her night. Hurriedly clearing his surprising dry throat, he then spoke as quickly as he could,” Well, yes, you certainly should, Emilia. It would be a shame to not wear such beloved  and lovely dress of your ancestors a few more times and plus you would definitely put a smile on many other people’s  faces the moment they see you, with that pretty picture you make in that dress,”he smiled back politely with a slightly pleasant tone, trying to construct his sentences in such a way that it would come off as being as non-romantic as possible.

He liked her golden-sounding laughter. Dammit!! “Here was another of those confusing emotions and weird thoughts coming to disturb him again,”he almost groaned out loud in despair.  Did Emilia have any idea of the weird, unexplainable  effects she had on him?? Not that he was actually going to tell her that truth to her  in any near future or even if at all, but he still half -wished she had telepathic powers or something, so she would know to stop doing those slightly adorable and highly-pleasing, and- dare he say it?- wonderful actions and mannerisms of hers. She was going to be the death of him by the end of tonight. He was that sure of it. He nearly chuckled out loud again in reaction to her acting playful and trying to tease him again. Highly deriving pleasure just from looking at her very big and prefect smile, he then smiled back amiably as he answered, “ Yes, I do. I think I just might still have tow preserved left in fact. You;re very lucky and that you might able to have a chance to see it hanging in one of my rooms or maybe in one of the hallways when we go back to Germany in our large Gotha family castle, “he said in a pleasant and rather matter-of-a fact voice. “That is to say, if my lovely little sister has not deign to renovate the place again for the hundredth time,”he smiled in slightly lively  humor as he shook his head at the thought of his entertaining younger sister.

When Emilia stepped closer to him and closed whatever initial small distance or space they had between them, he was then given a confirmed answer by her action , that she indeed wanted to take on this  tango dance with him. He was slightly surprise to hear her heartbeat, which he long been atuned to hearing for by now after all this time they’ve been together, was rapidly beating faster. Was she very  nervous or..He hadn’t much time to analyze further as she then had quickly made the gentle action of trailing her soft left hand from  one of his shoulder to the back of his neck which then lead to him experiencing that  familiar delightful and warming sensation cursing through his back again. He was then, slightly oblivious to her clear and loudly beating heart,  for he was currently immersed in all his senses being fully surrounded by the pleasurable strong whiff of her perfume and oh-god,  the highly familiar and  enchanting smell of her lilies-of-the valley-,yes he was sure it was the scent of that particular flower this time around, body wash that was still lingering on her fair, smooth skin and body. He had to force himself to come out of his delightedly hazy mind that was being clouded by the smell of her extremely lovely body scents and concentrate on their current dance that was about to start any moment now. His longer and slightly larger fingers curled back on her hand  and he held on to Emilia’s soft and smaller hand in a slightly warm, very secure but not too tight motion. His right arm then found it’s way automatically to press slightly on the upper half of her back , some distance above her waist, with his palm laid flat securely there in order to help balance her for some of the movements they were going to partake in later when they started to tango. The moment the music started playing with a slightly gentle and slow speed at first, he proceed to sway in perfect slow rhythm with her , while his dark orbs held Emilia’s glance with a  sightly warm and kind expression reflecting in his own pair of eyes. The moment the well-known tango song was about to pick up tempo a bit more, Emilia then suddenly surprised him a little as she slightly whispered to him with three simple words of “Don’t let me fall” , before her pretty eyelashes fluttered at him as she then continued with a pure whisper this time oft he word “Please.“ Glancing to her slightly vulnerable and a a little uncertain-of-herself eyes, Kriztian then felt the strongest need and urge to reassure her and with a firm, deep and slightly gentle voice filled with full of sincerity and warm trust,  he uttered back, “Trust me, Emilia. I won;t.. ever.. let you fall, “his last short sentence coming to sound more like a deep inexplicable  vow than just a simple promise of the moment, which slightly surprised him himself, as his dark gaze that was still locked on her lovely face, stared at her back with intensity that showed how weirdly serious he was when making that statement He had no inkling why at all presently, but he somehow, quite deep down wanted Emilia to take him whole-heartedly at his word and somehow trust him, not just for tonight, but if he was being completely honest, always till the end, that he would never, ever,  let her fall if he could damn well help it.

Without waiting for her answer, as he hoped he was right in assuming that she had already instantly taken him at his word just by looking at her face which he was still holding gaze with,  he then proceeded to  pull her into a short but smooth slide-step. Almost a very quick  second after that, he then a little speedily but quite gently lowered her in a small but hopefully, delightful dip for her body backwards before half a second later quickly pulling her back up with same equal amount of gentleness. With their bodies back into the same initial closeness they were at the start of the dance, he then moved slowly back and forth again a couple of times with her,  keeping with the still moderately paced music and then switching to swaying sideways with her, while his face then turned slightly to the side, away  temporarily from their current close  glances at each other.  After about eight seconds or so in dancing in that method,  he then recognized that the  song was about to reach the passionate, more quicker and slightly sensual and long chorus part in the next couple of seconds, so in a hushed but steady voice, he then glanced back at her face with a sincere and slightly soften expression and speedily spoke, “I really need you to say you trust me now, Emilia.”

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THIS IS FREAKING AMAZING MAX DARLING, SHUSSSHHH *hugs u* xoxo WAT R U TALKING ABT? WHO CARES AT TUMBLER MESSING UP THE QUALITY, IT STILL LOOKS EPIC xD

AND YES, THIS IS DEF SO THEM, HUN xD (these two dorks hehe). AND YES OMG I CAN POSSIBLY SEE THIS SCENE HAPPENING BETWEEN THEM MUCH LATER DOWN THE ROAD DURING THEIR MARRIAGE LIFE TBH!!;D WITH HER EATING THE PIZZA AND LOOKING SO CUTE AND ENDEARING WITH EXPRESSIONS AND HER COMMENT AND IN THAT FIRST GIF WITH KRIZTIAN GIVING HIS WIFE THAT LOOK WHICH SHE OFC IMMEDIATELY UNDERSTAND A SECOND AFTER THAT AND AND THEN HIM LOOKING SO  AFFECTIONATELY AMUSED AT HER , HIS SWEET, OPTIMISTIC AND SLIGHTLY NAIVE(?) WIFE, IN THAT 2ND GIF xD IM DEAD <33 {THIS IS WHAT I THINK KRIZTIAN’S REACTING IN HIS BRAIN AND HIS P.O.V}

– possible conversations series : (1/?? )

…even though kriztian just smirks. boy, that smirk. @vampirekriztian-gotha

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okie, no need to search for a beautiful waltz song as I’ve decided that THIS SONG has to be their first waltz song in their second dance later in the ball!!.. C’mon how could it not be?? pretty please, Max? we can choose other beautiful waltz compositions for their later/future waltz dances, but this def has to be their first one!!

plus i’ve spend my lunch time while eating, during my exam break, listening to so many diff musical covers of “A Thousand Years” and i think i’ve found the perfect one done by a very skilled quartet group which i think will suit the grand ballroom orchestra band which they are dancing to. I’ll link it to u soon for yr opinion and say,dear <3

              𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝑘𝔰  &  𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝑘𝔯𝔦𝔷𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔞 

I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡ���ɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ         Dᴀʀʟɪɴɢ, ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ.                                Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ I ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ                              Tɪᴍᴇ ʜᴀs ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ                                                                        I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs                                                                            I·ʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ( x )

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How Kriztian probs looks like nowadays when talking on a phone. :)P

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 emiliv:

at his question, she smiled even brighter since she actually wanted someone to ask her that question that night, and it was even better coming from him. it wasn’t just a dress or a rented costume, after all. even though she had to spend her last few days working on it day and night to make sure it was perfect, she wasn’t complaining at all since the result of the dress made her feel happy in it and it wasn’t only a pretty dress she was wearing on her body but also the family pride.  so she took a breathe and looked at him directly in the eyes as she spoke, her expression giving away that she appreciated his question and was excited to be telling him the story behind the dress.

“it was passed down to me from my mother. and to her from hers, and so on… it’s pretty old but the women in my family took delicate care of it through the years since it’s very precious to us. it originally belonged to our queen, well princess at the time who literally brought the family back to their feet during the hardest times for us. so she was well respected and when she gave the gown that she wore at her coronation to her daughter, it had became a tradition. unfortunately, my mother never got to wear this and i…” her words became quiet, gaze drawing elsewhere in thought and a bit of sadness before she collected herself quickly since she didn’t want to go there tonight (and ruin his night along with hers), her smile appearing back again. “well, with everything going on in this place anything could happen anytime, so i thought i’d wear it today when i have the chance.” her small moment of sadness completely subdued, the princess gave her fiance an apologetic smile as she shook her head a bit, feeling a little embarrassed. “sorry – you didn’t have to listen to it all. i just – i’m really excited to be wearing this gown is all.”

when he complimented her dress, she smiled warmly now as she looked down, her cheeks warming up. being a british princess, she was used to be showered with compliments actually, some genuine and some fake, but somehow when it came from him she found herself feeling like it’s the first time someone ever had said something nice to her. with a quick, deep breathe, she looked up at him again, bending her knees slightly in a ladylike manner, a soft chuckle following it. “thank you, your highness.” how she directed him as sounding a bit playful, she then added. “i’m really glad you like it.”

she noticed the sudden change in his tone and expression as he explained his love for dressing up for events back in the day, her own smile vanishing for the moment he looked like he was in deep thought only for a few seconds before he continued. and even though the fact that he had cut right after saying ‘that was before’ and possibly explaining why he had stopped didn’t go unnoticed, she also picked up that he didn’t want to talk about it so she smiled again politely, though the curiousity and slight worry remained there. he had definetely went through something horrible in his life, that was for sure. she had thought of it before, thinking he was probably not like that in the beginning but rather changed, and this was supporting her previous thoughts. nonetheless, she played along, changing her slightly worried expression before she spoke. once she heard him call her which she thought of to be ‘miss’ in his native language, her genuine smile returned, listening to him with full attention. “well, i can’t paint the image in my head of you in some of the outfits from the history books, especially like one of those from tudor era. with ruffs and all… so, perfect choice.” she chuckled softly, looking at him, feeling more relaxed now that he was here. the night was beautiful, and spending it - at least some portion of it - was definetely a wonderful bonus.

how could it not be, really? he was standing before her, with all the grace in the world, looking charming as ever with the whole outfit as every carefully chosen word feeling like it’s whispering to her soul, urging her to stop being her goofy self and speak more carefully in order to be fit for being called his ‘fiancée’ since she knew he deserved someone gracious, who knows her way with words just like him, powerful, confident, everything emilia was lacking - or at least she thought she did - and more, even though he saw it just as an alliance, a noble man like him deserved the best out there. forcefully putting the thoughts aside, she just focused on spending time with him and enjoying the light air between them which she realized she really, really liked. his demeanour while answering her didn’t go unnoticed, though she didn’t question further, only her smile fading a little bit. “i’ve been fine, too. reading books, spending time with the puppy i found a week ago outside the castle…” she gave him a small shrug but when he asked her the next question, one had to be blind not to see the change in her. dancing was the best part of a ball without a question and with the historical set up of the room, the way they were dressed, the song that was playing… it’d feel like it was completely a fairytale if they danced. and there he was, asking her one simple question which made her really happy. “i’d love to, herr gotha.” her heart fastening a little, she tugged at the string of the velvet cape on her shoulders, letting it fall from her shoulders before she held it up and left it on a table next to them, now revealing her gown fully and able to move easier for their dance, looking at him with a big smile on her face

Kriztian cocked his head to the side very slightly as he listened to her explain about the backstory behind her lovely  blue ballgown. He was focusing intently  to her story and at the same time he was equally enraptured by the way she talked, how her beautiful blue eyes was shining so brightly that he was sure he could see stars in them any minute now, how animated and golden her voice sounded when she started speaking in an excited tone and more importantly,.. how amazing her smile was when he first posed such a simple, small question to her. His senses became on high alert again the moment she trailed off in the middle of one of her sentences on a rather quiet and clearly sad note. He was about to inquire what  brought about her sudden down mood, when she suddenly seemed to have changed her pathway of sad thoughts, like he did sometimes himself,  turned around from them and brightened up again, causing him to halt from asking her the question ready on his lips. He listened quietly to her again and wisely refrained from broaching on that sudden dip in her mood earlier as he respected her wishes to not talk about it and he, of all people, knew not when to push a person to talk about something which they clearly didn’t want to dwell on or even think about. “So, you’re telling me that this ballgown is actually centuries old like me?”he asked with a small, slightly boyish-looking grin as he quirked one his eyebrows and looked at her dress again, this time with more intense interest as his sharp vampiric sight inspected the fabric of the dress, the way it was stitched, embroidered, on, and every single bits of decorative material which was added to it. His face glance up to her again a little distractedly as she spoke once again before her words registered into his mind a few seconds later and he realized that she was actually apologizing for telling a sweet little story!

“No, no,”he stated firmly. “You don’t have  to apologize at all, Emilia. You had every right to go on into any kind of explanation you want since I was the one who asked you that question of “how” in the first place. So it was only obligatory and polite of me to listen no matter how lengthy your answer would be.” His expression and tone of voice then softened a little from his earlier serious tone and facial expression, and he then spoke on a more amiable note so as to reassure her and assuage whatever small worries she had of possibly boring him. “But have no fear, I actually liked your historical background of this dress a lot and to be honest, I was slightly entertained with the way you told it,”he smiled kindly. “It was in fact a very sweet and charming family story and it clearly shows me now, the high sentimental value of this dress,”he smiled pleasantly. And it clearly shows me, that you value family above all, which kind of makes me admire you further as my future wife. But that was a sentence and a thought he would refrain from uttering to her for the time bring, or to anyone else for that matter, for a couple of reasons: one; he didn’t want to give her any false hopes of romance, and two; blast it all! he was still confused as to why that thought of that good value of hers was currently giving him such a small happy light feeling in his heart right now. So till he sorted out whatever confusing and certainly impossible(!) emotions he was feeling for her at certain periods of time whenever he was with her, he would definitely not tell her that particular sentence until very much later in the future, if she needed any reassurance to go through with the arranged wedding.

He looked at her with small wonder as she actually blushed deeply rose red at her cheeks and looked so extremely happy to be receiving a compliment from him. In his long lifetime, Kriztian had only met a small percentage of women, that were actually that humble, honest, pure, innocent and truly grateful to be receiving compliments from anyone and not one of them, save for his charming, strong and witty late wife, had evoked such a warm feeling in his chest  when they thanked him back with a sincere, non-coquettish warm smile like the one Emilia was giving him right now. Shaking away this unwanted thoughts again, he then gave out a small light chuckle as she made  a motion of giving him a small old-fashioned curtsy while thanking him in a playful tone of voice. “I do,” he said honestly. “And I wouldn’t mind seeing you wearing it again.” He very nearly wanted to make the actual physical act of clamping his hands over his mouth, the moment after he realized what he had blurted out without thinking. Dammit! You bloody fool! “Where had that last sentence come from?”he groaned inwardly at himself.  It now  seemed to him like he couldn’t control his tongue whenever Emilia was around and he be damned before he actually sat down to contemplate as to why was that. He refused to do so, as then he was quite fearful that  might be entering into the territory of the impossible. Which was what it meant: impossible..As Kriztian had already closed and he would even say, locked, all doors to a certain part of his heart already from the  past couple of centuries ago.

Thank goodness she could take a hint and didn’t press him as to why he stopped his explanation mid-way and changed the subject. He was so immensely grateful that his “fiancee” and later on, “future wife,  had good set of brains and wasn’t some mindless giggling nim-wit, a small but still likely possibility which he had entertained and he feared he might be paired up with when he initially was told of this whole marriage scheme months earlier, as he had met a few princesses before in his whole 750 years of living which actually embodied those unlucky traits he had just thought of. He laughed slightly at her statement. “Hey, I assure you, I look even more charming than any of your past human  male British royals did in ruffs during that era,”he joked , with a small twinkle in his eye. It was half true, and he was honest enough to admit, the fact, and not some vain, self-important  over-exaggerated claim,  that he had rather naturally handsome looks to even carry off a series of ruffles in his clothing, despite how extremely feminine, he found them, even at the time period where he was forced to wear them.

If he was being completely, 100% honest wit himself, he would say that his spirits dropped a little when Emilia’s usual angelic smile (which he secretly rather liked) faded a little bit for a minute when she caught on to his change in tone, like he feared her sharp and observant  mind would. Damn, damn, and blast his stupid mouth. It was too darn late now to take away his offer of a dance especially after seeing the illuminating change on her face and how her whole expression brightened up upon hearing his invite to dance. He would be a complete dunderhead if he could not see how delighted she was on being asked to dance right now and how shining her smile was currently. It actually lifted up his spirits higher than ever when she couldn’t stop smiling at him with that big, absolutely marvelous, smile of hers and he actually felt like he could watch her smile like that for hours on end without it ever boring or tiring him. Another secret thought, of course ,which he would reveal to no one, not even his close siblings at the moment. His small amusement at her usage of the German term for “mister” was wiped away the moment he saw her gown, even now more fully revealed to him than ever, and like the first second he laid eyes on her earlier tonight, he was once away thunderstruck by the breathtaking picture she portrayed in her whole beautiful ensemble.

Scrambling hard to collect himself before she noticed what a fool he must look like in five or so seconds of staring at her without saying a single word, he then hurriedly and with a slightly gentle smile, he  held out his arm in a gentlemanly manner for her  for her to take, before he proceeded to walk towards the ballroom dance floor with her. To his slight surprise, the many dancing couples who were previously on the dancefloor were now clearing away leaving only about, after some very rapid counting, 11 couples left on the dancefloor preparing themselves to go on to the next dance. He politely excused himself from Emilia, as he then quickly vamp speeded towards the small orchestral band who were getting ready to start playing their next dance piece and inquired as to what was going on. The maestro of said band, then told Kriztian that they had just announced that they were about to play Carlos Gardel’s “Por una Cabeza"  as per request from a few engaged pair of royals. They had also just completed the dances for th foxtrot and the quickstep which had then made some of the couples who were now leaving the dance floor, probably opting to sit this slightly passionate tango dance out. A passionate tango? For him and Emilia to dance to? How “lucky” he was. Kriztian nearly wanted to groan out loud in frustration but he managed to control himself and thanked the man for the information before speeding his way back to Emilia’s side.

“Erm, well,”he started out,  trying to sound as pleasant and polite as he most possibly could, and excellently hiding his inner frustration, “They are about to play a tango song, so would you like to tango with me or do you wish to sit this one out and wait for the next one, Princess Emilia ?”he gave her a cheerful smile, so as to not wipe away her current happy mood she was in. He would do anything to keep at least that amount smile on her face, if not more, for the rest of the night as long as possible, even if it meant that he had to subject himself to rather intimate and very close dance, that was way over-bordering on the romantic path which he had wanted to avoid in the first place. She deserved to have a wonderful and pleasurable night at least after all the constant stress and subtle fears that were going in this damned castle.

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emiliv:

emilia already loved the ball. even though she had just walked in only a little bit more than a minute ago, the party seemed to be in full swing and the scene was absolutely wonderful. she could see outfits from various eras, some looking like they popped right out of a history book, some with modern touches and some not matching the dress code but everyone looked stunning, at least to her. maybe it was just the magical air of the night but her spirits were lifted already, to cover that video up or to actually make the residents feel better for one night, whatever their intentions were, one had to admit that the paragons did a great job in making the night turn out to be lovely and relaxing. at least it worked for her, though she knew she couldn’t let loose too much since not everyone here had good intentions towards humans royalty or not, and also not only the dumitrus or the paragons but everyone here, every species seemed to have an enemy or two and everyone crowded together here could be a great opportunity for those ill-willed ones if they were seeking for one and emilia had a feeling while it was making a great job making them feel better, the ball was nothing of a solution to the problems and she was sure that things would continue to happen anyway. while keeping an eye out, she could let herself relax a bit anyway.

that was if she could stop looking around and admiring everything to keep an eye out, actually. while it wasn’t her first formal event, of course, it was her first historical-themed one and to say she was definetely amazed wouldn’t be an exaggeration and it was evident on her face. blue hues were scanning the area, the smile on her face never fading away as the seconds passed by and she just stood there, taking in the scene before her until the presence could make her speak finally, and as she did her attention was still on the room and not her company, even though she knew it wasn’t the most polite way to speak to someone, she just couldn’t divide her attention at the moment.

it was of course until she heard the voice. that voice she didn’t realize until now that her ears were subconsciously tuned for, immediately recognizing the source and a warm feeling spreading across her body as soon as the words echoed in her mind, especially upon hearing it from a very small distance such as that, making the girl suck in a breathe in order to gain the grip on herself to let her gaze draw towards the man finally. before she could help it, her eyes were wandering on his body – outfit, to be specific, eyelashes fluttering as her gaze wandered up and down slowly, taking in the sight before her. the colours of the whole outfit were beautiful, matching together perfectly and looking even better on his skin, they were a great choice for his complexion. the jacket and the trousers looked they fit very well as if they were made just for him, which made her think if they really were suited for the man back in the day, even though she wouldn’t do that, the thought was urging her to extend a hand out to touch the fabric – that was a habit of hers, as long as it wasn’t restricted, she’d always touch the historical objects, such as walls of an old castle and thinking about who were there in her spot before, touching the exact same thing or whatever could have happened there if it was a historical place. even the thought of his outfit being centuries old excited her somehow when it really shouldn’t have since kriztian himself was centuries old anyway ( not that she didn’t find it interesting, also ). overall, the outfit was a bit plain compared to what other men in the room mostly opted for but it suited him perfectly, or at least she thought and there was no question that it was clear on her face; lips parted, lashes fluttering slightly as she looked at him, the edges of her lips curled up slightly as her hands were intertwined in front of her, fingers absently toying with each other as her seemingly trance continued. man, it should be illegal to look that good, was the only thing that was flashing in her mind.

“oh… hey,” almost immediately after the words fell from her lips in a quiet tone, she wanted to walk straight towards the closest wall and smack her head on it. he made sensible comments about the ball with perfectly chosen and put together words and there she was, looking at him with that stupid look on her face and failing to form a proper sentence, ending up looking silly, probably. biting her lower lip subconsciously, she tried harder to focus on the ball instead this time, now sporting a more composed look on her face, though the fact that she was affected by the way he looked was still clear on her expression. letting out a soft sigh, she then smiled as she nodded, eyes on the people mingling and having fun. “they did, right?” the more time she spent looking around and not him, the more she could find herself composed. she was afraid that she could lose that again once she let her gaze meet his, so she kept on looking around the room as she commented. “i was worried i could look a little… extra or ridiculous with this,” she said, looking down at her dress before looking up again. “but now i see i’m clearly not the only one excited about dressing up for the ball.” she smiled sweetly, finally letting herself look into his eyes again.

after his comment about the rebels, she chuckled softly, looking at his outfit once more quickly before their eyes met again. “well, i was actually expecting you to show up in one of your suits as well, claiming it’s how 2000′s royalty dress up like and that’s also an era…” she trailed off, looking down as her smile grew wider at the amusing thought, hoping it wouldn’t sound rude but it was the truth, he didn’t seem like the type to be thrilled about dressing up for an event after spending a long, long life attending many like these before. she then added, looking at him again. “but you look very… charming.” she said politely. “what era is this? 17th century – or early 1800′s? sorry, while i love history, i’m not very good in this.” offering him a kind smile, she then tried her best to make up for gazing at him the first time she saw his outfit and to act casual as she could, tugging at the hem of her dress absently as she tilted her head to the side, filling in the silence with her next question as she felt a bit nervous out of nowhere, she couldn’t pinpoint why she was feeling like that, heart fastening a bit but she chalked it up to the air of the ball. “how have you been?”

 Kriztian was unwillingly forced to glanced at her outfit of choice again as soon she made that slightly self-conscious comment about her ball gown. Tearing his gaze away from where he had been inspecting and observing the outfits or attires of choice made those who had gone rogue against the dress theme code of the ball, he then made another slightly slow once-over of her whole attire and costume. God, her dress looked even more beautiful and exquisite close-up. And it suited her personality perfectly too. Compassionate, soft, gentle with a heart of gold, good brains, helpful, kind-hearted, a pretty good conversationalist and cheerful girl as well with a subtle hint of adventure and gentle hints of bravery. It was pretty like her spirit was, though he wouldn’t exactly say he could 100% peg down her full character traits or personality just yet as she still did keep surprising him with something new about her at every chance she had. The intricate beading work on the gown was excellently done and he now noticed the top of her dress suited her figure perfectly. Was it tailor-made especially for her or did she rent it or order it from a haute couture designer or..? It certainly looked like it was made to fit for the beautiful golden-haired  English princess that she was. “How did you come by this ball gown?” he inquired politely.

He smiled in slight humor, “No, you most certainly do not look extra or ridiculous at all. In fact, might I say you look extremely picture-perfect and quite beautiful in your outfit or should I say, costume of choice, Emilia, ”he complimented her, keeping his tone sincere, and also holding back on the true glowing compliments that he so badly wanted to give her but had to restrain himself from doing so, lest he made her think of them going into a romantic route. Hence, why he had to refrain  from using words like “breathtaking“, “unbelievably beautiful” , “enchanting“ , and “looking a beautiful dream“ were most certainly words or phrases that must most definitely not be used in front of her, to describe her this instance, even if the soapy part of brains were definitely thinking of it presently. God, must she look at him with  that adorable sweet smile gracing her lips?? Angelic, sweet, soft, strawberry red lips that almost made him ache to kiss her right there and then in public eye, right in the middle of a crowded ballroom?

He mentally shook himself, hard. Good blazes, what in all imagination was wrong with him tonight in this simple summer ball? He had to get a grip on himself before it was too late or he would do something he would regret slightly again like what happened at that row-boat afternoon.

He then chuckled slightly at her small light joke. “Ah well, to be honest I did love and had a passion for dressing up on parties, balls and occasions like this in the past. That was before-..his voice trailed off as he quickly  realized he was about to venture into very dangerous territory for himself and he quickly almost hastily tried to change the subject, not wishing to speak of that matter any further, and hoped hard that Emilia would take the hint through the abrupt way he changed the subject. He did not want any negative thoughts interfering with him tonight at all. He needed a small respite quite badly, he realized that now. Thus, he was quite determined to stick on the pathway of  positive subjects or topics when conversing or interacting with someone he didn’t dislike or when he wasn’t conversing with a Dumitru. “Thank you,”he gave her a small gracious smile as she complimented his look. “You are actually not far from the truth, my dear Fräulein Banks,”he smiled kindly at her in return, purposely without thinking, teasing her slightly with his German term for “Miss”.  “My current outfit is from the Regency era  and while the Regency era is formally known to be between the year 1811 to 1820, there are some who claim that the Regency era actually constitutes of the time period of the year 1795 to the year 1837,”he smiled.

“Good Lord, could she know do that cute head-tilting habit of hers again??” Kriztian groaned internally as he noticed it happening again. She was going to kill him or drive him insane, he didn’t know which would come first. “Wait was she actually nervous?” he thought, as he suddenly noticed her absently tugging the hem of her dress, a typical nervous habit he had observed in plenty of people throughout his many years of living. What the hell did she have to be nervous about?? He was the one suffering over here for the past few minutes.,  noticing all these many small details about her and experiencing all these strange , weird thoughts, though not particularly unpleasant, and dare he say, extremely delightful emotions or short experiences? But dammit, it was indeed a struggle as he did not want and couldn’t possibly be feeling all these things, right? Right?

“I’ve been fine,”he finally forced himself to strangled out a reply at last, despite his current confusing thoughts, though,  he failed to keep his tone of voice from indicating that he was anything but fine. “How about you?” he asked quickly back, though his tone slightly held a tiny hint that he wasn’t really concentrating fully on his question.  Great, now she was going to think that something wasn’t fine. He had to change pathways quick, before she got upset thinking that maybe he wasn’t enjoying her company or conversation or something to that effect. “Would you care to dance?” he smiled politely and that was the first inquiry that blurted out of his mouth before he could stop himself or retract his question.

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Kriztian turned around upon hearing a voice greeting and complimenting him from behind. He was about to grace the other with a polite and well-practiced grateful smile to thank them when his reply froze on his tongue for a few quick seconds as his sight landed upon the Dumitru queen. Immediately his distaste and low regard of the Dumitru family popped up into his mind again at this particular moment. Forcing out a slightly fake, pleasant but brief sentences, he then responded with a slightly steely look in his eyes,” Why thank you, your majesty. You are too kind actually, as I consider my garments for the evening to be rather plain. And you look a particularly charming sight yourself,” he complimented back, that last sentence being sincere, for though despite her character, he had to admit that Cornelia Dumitru did cut quite a lovely, though slightly eerie, sight in the room with her high-quality choice of clothes against her very  pale-almost white skin and platinum blonde hair. She did have quite beautiful facial features though, if Kriztian was forced to admit that out loud. Despite his current grievances and heavy misgivings towards that vampire family as of late, Kriztian still remembered his well-mannered personality and he didn’t wish to ruin the ball so early just yet , thus he had to force himself to remain civil with the Dumitru queen, his event hostess, for as long as he could.

while cornelia had been absent on business, she hadn’t expected to arrive back to such disorder once more in her home. another wolf had died, and as much as that had pleased the queen — one less mutt to worry about, she’d been informed by the paragons to keep everyone’s head above water, and to not let the others drown in the news. surveying the ball room, with a goblet of animal blood in her hand, her lifeless eyes caught sight of someone nearby. “hello dear,” she greeted, approaching them with a kind smile. “I must say you look wonderful tonight.”

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“Yes, desperately,“he gave a small  polite grin at the other. “I don’t think I would be able to survive the night without at least a couple of drinks otherwise,”he remarked before turning to face the bartender and ordering his drink. The vampire next to him looked to be rather familiar and Kriztian was pretty sure that they had interacted twice or at least, once before, in the past. As he scrambled to search his memory to put a name to the face, then glanced over the the other male’s outfit. “Nice choice of outfit,” he complimented somewhat sincerely. He was truly wasn’t being sarcastic in his comment at all as the design of the man’s outfit was a rather fashionable from that time period and Kriztian didn’t really view lilac as a feminine color at all, as he knew of many men during that time who wore pale colors like this. The only flaw here was the fact that the very pale purple shade of color really didn’t do much justice to the other male’s rather pale complexion nor his help compliment his looks that much.

elias tried to affect a look of boredom as he glanced around the room, although he found the party quite amusing already. he was somewhat anxious to find his bride-to-be, his costume almost more pompous than what he wore for traditional royal occasions. he zero’d in on the drinks, quickly pacing over so he could order a irish whiskey. he glanced to the other ball-goers, raising an eyebrow towards the person directly next to him. “need a drink as well?”

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Kriztian was groaning inwardly to himself as he dragged himself as slowly as he possibly could for the ball. It wasn’t actually a really big formal event whereby they had to announce  all royal arrivals, in which case, punctuality would then be of the most importance, but since this was just mere informal summer ball, hosted and conducted by the Dumitru’s no less , (a family which Kriztian still held in low regards off in light of the past recent disastrous grim events) Kriztian then chose to take his own slow ,sweet time to get to the ball, as long as he showed up, as unfortunately attendance was compulsory for this ball held by a family he slightly detested.

Kriztian usually didn’t mind balls but at this particular time period of engagements and weddings, he was pretty sure that the underlying themes and indirect messages that would be flying across the room all night were romantic themes and vibes and that was something Kriztian was so desperately trying to avoid or to at least stay in the opposite direction or rather, opposite pathway.  Thus, that reason also coupled to his initial displeasure of going to a Dumitru hosted informal summer ball in the first place.

The Paragons were still doing a good job of procrastinating and avoiding all direct responsibilities for finding out werewolf murderer in that darkly viral video as well as getting to the bottom of all the disastrous matters that had happened since all the royals from around the world arrived here in the Dumitru castle. “Hmm, this whole arranged marriage large event was getting fishier and shadier by the minute, and it was about time that he did a bit of-..”here Kriztian’s thoughts were then abruptly cut off as his aimless, wandering sight then suddenly landed on an extremely breathtaking picture.

It was Emilia and by jove, she was looking so damn beautiful that Kriztian just couldn’t stop nor help himself from  halting in his tracks, and staring for a few seconds. Her golden curls were beautifully arranged and half-tied up in a simple but elegant style which of course greatly suited her, with the other half of her hair falling down in neat, slightly loose curls around her shoulders. She was wearing an exquisite powder blue Renaissance ball gown that  made her look breathtaking in the first place, with the choice of blue further complimenting her good looks, especially her eyes. Her choice of headgear which was an extremely simple and delicate-looking tiara as well as the simple plain white flower buds she had tied to her hair as her only hair decoration was an excellent choice as it only further enhanced her natural beauty. Something Kriztian found himself to be unconsciously liking very much. And that beautiful expression of amazement on her face,was something Kriztian was beginning to feel that it was going to be something he couldn’t get enough of...

It was as if someone had cast a spell on him for he was so enchantedly struck by what Emilia looked like, that he had unknowingly, and unconsciously, taken several steps to reach where she was currently standing. He only realized what he had done the second after he heard her speak. To his inward slight horror, that he was now standing in such overly-close proximity with her till he could so clearly smell her scent or perfume and the sudden realization that he must have looked somewhat like a besotted fool on his quick path towards reaching her, he could now only pray hard that neither one of his closest friends, or worse still, family members saw what he had just done just a minute ago.

Kriztian cleared his dry tone and spoke in his usual, slightly deep, baritone of voice. “Yes, it is a remarkably beautiful sight,” he agreed, though at this point he wasn’t sure if he was referring to the whole place and environment in general or he was actually referring her as the beautiful sight. “Get your head together man!”his inner wise thoughts screamed into his brain, causing Kriztian to finally wrestle his glance off Emilia and looked around the ballroom finally with a casual air. He had to admit the Dumitu’s did know how to decorate for a ball even a last-minute one such as this, as he silently admired the pretty delightful ballroom decorations. After a minute of looking around the room, he then settled his gaze wanderingly around the other beautifully dress royals in their various period costumes or in some cases, probably old outfits, like the one he was wearing. With his current personality and mood, he hadn’t really bothered to dress up beautifully like he did in the past few centuries ago when he attended parties or balls like this, thus he had settled for a rather fine-quality, elegant of course, but rather plain attire design. Which now in his mind, made him seem to pale in comparison greatly to Emilia’s extremely beautiful attire. He hurriedly switched back his train of thoughts towards the surrounding people, trying hard not to go back again to his initial state of mind. “Well, most of the royals here certainly have taken the dress theme of the ball at heart,” he commented in a normal tone of voice, before his lips curved slightly to a small amused smiled as he noticed the rebels of the night. “Though quite a number of them too have chose to rebel and go in the their own individual directions their dressing.”

“wow…” stepping into the ball room, the human princess found herself looking around with an amazed expression on her face, admiring the scene. even though she was wary ever since she watched that video, she could let herself relax for one night, not like she could help it anyway. “doesn’t it look beautiful? the whole scene…” she asked feeling someone near, though she couldn’t even look at them since she was still busy admiring the dresses and the set up.