fordutyorlove

[fordutyorlove]

@gildedhopes​

This was a nightmare he had sincerely hoped never to re-live for a very long time again. Nor did he expect it to happen so very soon into what was supposed to be the summit to end the dreadful centuries of bloodshed, but here he was, stuck in yet another senseless battle. The Scandinavian princess truly was still stuck in the past and proving to be quite the headache of a foreign royal which the usually more patient Dalmar was starting to get highly irritated and throughly vexed by. He should have been more wary of her after her very distasteful and immature behaviour during the feast the other night, but he really had not estimated that she would be so recklessly daring and foolhardy to attempt to assassinate the tsar in the biggest wedding of the year. And with the injudicious way she chose to go about with her revenge, she had now helped to cause this calamity of fatal proportions. Not to mention the huge possibility of almost injuring or even possibly killing her pregnant aunt who was standing side by side with her husband. It wasn’t like Dalmar had any love for the ruthless Tsar but he could not abide by murder, especially when it was done in an imprudent manner that could potentially harm a family member.

And it was due to his love for family in mind, that Dalmar had fought hard yet again in order to protect every last Ethiopian present in the room. Every single Ethiopian person, no matter rank or personal conflicts, was considered family to Dalmar and he would not see Ethiopian blood shed if he could possibly help it. Well, maybe except for his own. He looked at cuts in his hands, the gashes on his arms and legs and the drop of blood that had trickled down from the bloody gash on a side of his head as well and gave a small smile at the irony of it. 

“Ahhhh,” he groaned slightly as the pretty healer in front of him continued to tend to his wounds. He tried to bit his lip from crying out again as he knew the other was just trying their best to help and not harm, but damn if the pain wasn’t a bitch. Especially as he was rather certain that he had badly torn quite a few ligaments on his left shoulder as well. “Is there any possible way to heal all of my injuries in rapid speed at once?... But of course, not at the expense of draining you,” he added on a little apologetically as the second thought occurred to him. “Speaking of which, how are you, my lady? Please do not tire yourself out at the expense of healing me. I can go without treatment for all these. I have had worse injuries than these over the years, so please do go and rest if you need to,” he inquired in concerned at the other. She looked a little too refined to just be a common staff and thus he had a slight gut feeling that she was one that was of more noble birth. Dalmar took a sweeping glance at the infirmary and wondered how many of the healers had been working tirelessly to help eversince the battle started several hours ago.

[fordutyorlove]

Between the heart-breaking disaster that was of the Sun King’s wedding and then the flurry of so many arranged pairs being married all at once. Albert had hoped for some semblance of peace and normalcy after that but apparently that was indeed too much to hope for. Things he had feared would happened with this hardly-foolproof plans of the Sun King,  did spiral negatively as he had fretted about to his siblings back home months ago, but it had come about in ways that was rather too horrific for Albert to even imagine or stomach with his wildly imaginative mind. The latest of which was witnessing one of the unions in front of the Sun Altar being cursed instead of blessed. Nothing was truly confirmed yet, however that certainly did not stop everyone from forming their own theories, opinions and gossips about what had just transpired. Some whispered that that person must have done something terribly evil in the past to be punished like this. Others gossiped that perhaps that victim had a powerful enemy who had already poisoned them to change into such a monstrous being. Some wild theories were even of the French royals having done something to either their food or drink to turn about such a vile effect and reaction on certain chosen guests. As for Albert, the young English prince was more inclined to think that something instead of a blessing, something damnably awry had happened with the Sun Altar’s magic and that the afflicted truly had been either hexed or cursed as result. Why, how and whether the Bourbon King was behind all these were among many of the questions that plagued Albert’s mind.

And that was how the dark-haired Tudor man found himself trying to balance a mountain pile of books from the library into the nearest study he could find. This whole situation had turned from the horrible dangers of humans being impulsive with their battles towards something more sinister and darkly supernatural. He then jumped in surprise, heavily startled as he had been too busy trying to balance his load of books to notice that his sister was also in the room. 

A few of his books dropped to the floor as a result, a very hefty one just barely missing his foot. “Kat!” he groaned. “Could you be a dear and please help me with some of these?” he pleaded. “Also seeing as I have you here alone, could you please also lock the door as I need to confide in you about something.�� His usual bright blue eyes that usually carried a dreamy expression in them , now instead carried a more solemn look. He had a lot on his mind and with the flurry of happenings over the past several, he barely had much time to talk at length with her with some of the problems he had been mulling about. 

Honestly Katherine was still shaken by what happened at the wedding and then so many couples were made to get married and now apparently things were back to normal? Well at least it was it felt to her, though to be fair she had tried to avoid being out of her room too much, she knew it was a silly thing but she just was processing everything on her own. Today she felt more at ease and so she found herself exploring the halls for a while until she found a nice study to pass some time, she looked at the books and luckily found one that appeared to be interesting.

She lost track of time until someone else entered the room, “Good evening” she greeted.

[fordutyorlove]

fatedbeginnings​:

despite her insistence that they ought to leave, her eyes took a moment to look him over ( her heart nearly stuttering to a stop at the sight of blood— the small whimper escaping her undoubtedly being lost among the chaos in the room ). fingers trembled as they rose to flutter at his side, and she wondered if she ought to give him some of the time she’d been amassing from others — an hour or two at most, nothing significant, nothing terribly note worthy ( not until she could adequately discuss it with him ) but enough to quell the fear that was eating away at her at the sight of blood ( his blood ).

it was a thought that stilled immediately at his protest, her eyes once more snapping up to look at him ( mouth parting slightly in surprise ). “absolutely not!” there was further argument to be made; that if either of them were suited for being trapped in the chaos it was her. she could kill to protect herself and others ( something she’d done once or twice already that day ), while he was more likely to leave people unconscious. an admirable trait really; the fact he was so unwilling to contribute to the destruction around them, so willing to help. but it was also precisely why she’d cowered away in the first place. she was a monster wrapped in the prettiest of packaging and not once had she allowed him to see it.

“you’re a fool if you think i would willingly leave your side albert tudor. if you’re staying than so am i.” she watched him for several long beats ( ensuring he understand there would be no swaying her now ) before drawing her gaze to the room as a whole. brow crinkling at what lay before them, ece found herself unable to hide a grimace. “kat and i ran into one another, though i couldn’t tell you how long ago. time is, ironically, not the easiest to keep track of right now. we managed to get out of the throne room but were separated not long after. she was a little shaken up but otherwise seemed alright.” her own family though— she’d heard her grandfather bark orders to her guards when things had first begin to unfold but it hadn’t been long before the entire ottoman entourage had disappeared from her line of sight. “i’ve been trying to find kismet and grandfather since.” a fact she was trying very hard not to think about, if she were honest.

movement from the corner of her eye propelled her into action before her mind could truly process what she was doing ( taking just a half step in front of the man beside her ), as crystalline eyes flickered toward the third party. “move along.” she muttered, the quiet or else remaining unspoken. this entire scenario was an utter nightmare already — one she hoped she might have been able to convince albert to get out of; that the pair of them would be fair better off retreating as their family might have and searching for them elsewhere. but the thought of exercising her talent and having albert witness it? it made her feel ill at the mere thought.

<3. 

Even the gentlest fluttering of her fingers, felt better than any medicine or ointment Albert would take for his minor little bleeding injury, as that was what Ece had always been to him. His entire happiness. His one true love. There was a saying that ‘absence made the heart grow fonder’ and if anything, not having Ece in his life, even merely via written communication was terrible torture and it only further made Albert more absolutely certain that she was the one for him. No one else could take the place at the center of his heart and very soul like she did. She was his romantic soulmate and the love of his life. 

He almost wanted to smile widely in amusement and love at the way she was so protective of him when she rebuked him on leaving. However at the same time, another thought then quickly entered his mind causing the beginnings of his smile to pause and for him to glance at her in a serious studying expression. “So wait---are you telling me that all this time when I had nothing but absolute silence from your end, it was not of your own volition? You weren’t leaving me or purposefully avoiding me? Was someone stopping you from writing to me??” He had greatly thought that it was either she had been a tragic casualty of the war or if she were actually alive, then perhaps she had chosen to break off with him but had not bothered at all to write him a farewell letter. It had never occurred to him that someone was either harming her or trapping her...but now, it might seem like a possibility if she meant what she said to him earlier. Those 3 important words. 

He drew in a relieved breath at her mention of Kat. “Well in that case, I think  and hope that it was most likely that Kat may have found a safe refuge someplace or is with someone from our party,” he uttered, praying fervently that it was true. “I think your grandfather is more than extremely experienced in chaotic matters such as this and with his great powers, he’ll most likely be fine,”he spoke with conviction as a way of reassuring his beloved. “Kismet is a very clever woman. I’m sure she’ll be able to find ways to protect herself. We must not lose hope, “ he spoke re-assuringly, trying to convince both Ece and himself. 

Thankfully the man who had moved near them had instead moved on to fight with someone else and though Albert very much wanted to break them up, with Ece now refusing to leave his side and bearing her worries for her family members alongside his own one for his brother, he had to shift his priorities towards her first and foremost. “Come, I think we would get a better vantage point from above the room then below.” He smiled at her warmly as he scooped her up in his well-muscled arms so as to carry her as he flew around. As they lifted up in the air, he could feel the burning ache of his the injury at the side of his torso, but he stubbornly refused to pay it heed as he was sure it was nothing major. “Alright, let’s start looking out for my brother and your sister. By the way, what in the world started all this bloody mess of things?”he finally got around to asking someone about it.

[fordutyorlove]

To Wen Fei’s great relief, none of her family members had been harmed during that awful battle the other day. However the same could not been said for some of the French nobles she knew and one of them in particular, a husband of an old family friend of her family’s had unfortunately bleeded out to death due a fatal blow to his head. It was still uncertain as to whether he had been attacked or was he a collateral damage. For Wen Fei, she was quite sure it was the latter, for as far as she knew, he had been a very honourable and gentle old man with hardly anyone bearing any malicious grudge or ill-will against him. But then again, even the best of people kept secrets, and maybe he had deep skeletons in his closet. Perhaps from his time as a war strategist? Maybe someone who had hated him for something he had done in the past, could have taken this opportunity to have their vengeance?

Wen Fei shivered at the thought as they made their way down towards the royal kitchens. That could just as easily have happened to their highly ambitious, greedy, manipulative and scheming father. Their powerful and scheming father had more enemies than he had friends. What a way to live, Wen Fei thought shaking her head. To be in constant suspicion and having to make sure to stay two steps ahead of everyone else just to not get harmed in their bid for more power, status and wealth. As Wen Fei was busy ruminating in that train of thought, they failed to notice a large cat slinking by their legs and in an almost natural fashion of Zhu Wen Fei accidentally making a clumsy fiasco every other day, the petite brunette then suddenly felt themselves tripping over said feline and losing their balance. Flailing their arms forward to catch hold of something, the French lady then accidentally knocked over several pots and pans in the process, causing a noisy crash. “Owwww!!” She had still fallen down in the end. Groaning at her tumble, she then abruptly started at the strange new voice and she shook in fear. However, that fear slowly slipped away when she heard what the other had to say. “Neither would I. Please. I only came down here for something. A mundane task, not to stir up any trouble,” she smiled a bit weakly as she tried to push herself off the floor. “Please just spare me a corner of the kitchen to brew something I need.”

when: a little more than a day since the fighting began at the sun alter ( event 01, part 02 ) where: the kitchens

@versailleshqstarters​

having escaped the throne room and the fighting that had spilled out onto the surrounding grounds only hours after it had begun, ece had taken to hiding away in a series of rooms before finally making her way back to the royal apartments the ottoman family had been given. her time after had been spent tirelessly assisting healers in doing what they could for the wounded ( slipping them minutes or hours or time in hopes of prolonging life )  — but when it became clear they were entirely unprepared to see to the rest of their needs holed up in the rooms ( food and water severely limited ), ece had quietly slipped from the rooms while others took to fighting over what to do next. 

it had taken her time to find the kitchens, and given she was entirely unfamiliar with the layout, it had taken her time to carefully lay out items onto one of the larger preparation tables ( now all she needed was something to drag it all back to the rooms with her ).

when several pans clattered against each other behind her, the ottoman princess visibly startled ( jumping nearly out of her own skin ), an array of curses escaping her. spinning on her heel, she faced the other person wearily ( grateful for the large table between them ). “i would rather not fight.” 

[fordutyorlove]

What-- what on earth was happening?? Wen Fei wondered, starting to panic as she suddenly felt her entire body aching and energy leaving her body, resulting in her collapsing down on her hands and knees feeling completely drained. They had only ever felt this way when---no, it couldn’t be! However it was too pitch- dark to make certain and Wen Fei usually needed the sunlight to channel their powers and talent. However with them feeling so weak and making out the stumbling bodies and groans of their family members next to them, they already had an inkling of what could have possibly happened. 

What was even more impossible to predict happening was the chaos of what seemed like a bloody battle happening around her. “What--what’s happening? Why are --- why is everyone fighting right now? Mother, Father, ...Wei Xiang, Wei Song-- where are you guys?” she called, feeling extremely confused and her panic increasing as she could barely make out who was who in the flurry of bodies charging around in the dim light. Who had started this fight? Where was her family now? 

Trying to stand upright again before whirling around helplessly , her anxiety building up from within her madly. Screams, the smell of blood and the clash of weapons filled the air. Gods..no... She felt something stab her leg and she screamed, jerking away and colliding against another warm body. Tears forming in her eyes and groaning slightly at the shooting pain in her leg, Wen Fei was just about to push this new person away from her when she halted upon hearing a man’s soothing voice. Something in his calming and protective tone called out to her gut instinct to trust him. Wen Fei had no idea who at all this stranger was but bearing the current chaos, she had no other choice but to take the other at his words for now..Till she could get used to the darkness or until the eclipse had passed. Whichever came first. 

“W-wh--who a--rr --are yo--you??” she managed to stutter out between her trembling lips and massively shaking body, trying to gather the courage to speak to the other .“Why--why would you want to help me?” However even as she asked with a still uncertain and quite frightened tone, her soft hands gradually and instinctively went out to grab his coat, for her eyes could finally make out a man using his body to protect her. How unusual for a mere stranger but thankfully that action seemed to help quell her rising panic for a moment.

 *⠀ ⠀ ─── ⠀ ⠀           𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 !

𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 : 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑜  ───  𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠𝑒 / 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒

             THE HEAVENS ARE RE-ALIGNING and saem falls to his knees ; a hand clutching at his chest as he tries to steady his breathing, feeling the strength of his magic drain from him. dread gnashes its sharp teeth at the glimmers of hope the prince had kept safe in his heart, and the sounds of swords drawn, screams of terror, and cries of pain fill the air as the moon healer tries to find himself in the darkness. this wasn’t meant to happen. hadn’t everyone journeyed to versailles for peace ?  

                 a weight collapsing against saem brings him out of the labyrinth of his thoughts  ───  the immediacy danger dawning upon the young prince. “ stay behind me, i’ll keep you safe. ” with a voice sounding calmer and stronger than he feels, saem vows to protect the figure beside him ; as if even in the midst of battle the thought of coming across a foe were inconceivable to him. using all the strength he has to find his feet, saem uses his body and limbs to shield his new companion from the battle. with the advent of the eclipse he may not be able to use his moon healing at present  ─── but saem is a protector nevertheless. 

[fordutyorlove]

{ rege jean page. 33. he/him. heterosexual. } welcome to versailles DALMAR AMLAK. the sun king has been expecting the DUKE of ETHIOPIA ( nephew to the king ) with the talent of STRENGTH BRUTE. please meet up in the throne room for an official introduction. we heard you can be + HONOURABLE but rather - PRAGMATIC. please don’t do anything to interfere with the unions. it says here that you are  BETROTHED to JULIETTE BOURBON with the portrait of PHOEVE DYNEVOR.

i don’t have much on dalmar yet as i am still figuring him out but what i do have so far is that:

- he is the eldest sibling of his family and most likely a favourite nephew of the king ( subject to change upon more plotting when we get a king )

- being the eldest, a lot of burdens, responsibilities & duties were placed upon him eversince from a young age. his parents continuously stressed on how important his role was as the future duke for he would be responsible for the lives of many people who lived in his regions and that no matter what happens or whatever it took, he must at all costs, protect the family’s honour & reputation, bring further glory to their image and never to let it be tarnished if he could help it. and then there was also his duty as a filial son, loving brother and a loyal subject to his uncle & aunt. so many obligations and things to live up to, it was little wonder that Dalmar did not enjoy much of a chlldhood and was already training and studying hard from a tender age. 

- as a result, he matured up fast too & became a bit too serious & solemn for his age. he was always careful, always observant and very meticulous in everything he did. he did not have the freedom of making any major mistakes. ‘you must be an example’ his tough-love parents always told him. 

- And so he strived his very best. To never put a toe out of line, to be the best there was so that his parents could be proud of him and to honor his entire family lines. he knew his parents did genuinely care for him and spared no expense for his knowledge, quality of care and with his naturally fillial nature, he felt it was definitely his duty to to fulfill everything expected of him. as a result for being such a fine son, he was allowed more freedom to explore his own researches and to travel where he pleased. however he always struggled to find spare time for his own personal indulgences and hobbies for he placed everyone else & including his own country’s needs first before his own. Always.

- He grew up to be a highly respected and more than dependable man as a result. Sedate in mannerisms but highly principled. Impeccable manners, a more quiet demeanour but sharply keen-eyed. Tactful and strategically precise- he knew exactly when to act and when not to. 

-He had a great talent for mathematics, almost a genius in it and highly excelled in the field of economics & accounting. Making him a great minister of economics & finance in his uncle’s council. That also makes him a very logical-minded and pragmatic and,  sadly not much of a risk-taker. 

- He is insanely loyal to his family & country and would do anything to protect their welfare and their honourable image. ( if this was the modern century, he would also be a great pr manager too XD ) He has also long harnessed and diligently mastered his talents so that he can easily fight to protect all of his loved ones.

- Due to him being able to discipline himself extremely well, it is quite easy for him to silently judge people sometimes when they commit certain things that he finds falls under the category of laziness / irresponsiblity/ recklessness / dishonesty, etc...- that is quite a major shortcoming of his that he is still unable to stop himself from doing. 

- His parents were a love match. Seeing them sharing so many sweet, highly romantic, tender and affectionate moments with each other, made him yearn greatly to find his own romantic soulmate too. Even when his first love, broke his heart quite callously, he still held onto hope that maybe he still had not yet found the one. However all hope seemed to fly out of the window, upon the declaration of the Sun King and despite his crestfallen dreams, he pushed himself to go through with the whole arrangement. After all, duty must always come first.

- oh right before i forget, dalmar is also incredibly kind and will do everything he can to help those who need it. he can also be gentle and be very thoughtful as he wants to see those he cares for happy, safe and well taken care of. 

[fordutyorlove]

@fatedbeginnings omg omg omg this def fits albert to a T !!! he is such a pacifist and hates to even  have the slightest quarrel with anyone ( cos he also thinks that arguing stubbornly is a waste of precious time ) , but for HER?? he so would, esp since now it means that he has to fight his hardest for them to be together one way or another in the end. :’O !! <33333 i love this gifset so much!!

emerald city | dorothy gale & lucas

[fordutyorlove]

{ jessie mei li. 22. she/they. heterosexual. } welcome to versailles ZHU WEN FEI. the sun king has been expecting the LADY of FRANCE with the talent of SUN SAGE. please meet up in the throne room for an official introduction. we heard you can be + CREATIVE but rather - TIMID. please don’t do anything to interfere with the unions. it says here that you are BETROTHED to PRINCE SAEM SUKJONG with the portrait of KIM SEOKWOO. 

the youngest child born to the highly renowned, imposing, scheming and powerful duke of ( tba ) of france, wen fei has always tried their best to fulfil everyone’s expectations of them but it seems that they always keeps falling short no matter how much they try. they were actually painfully shy as a kid, but through lots of hard work and forcing themselves till they had bad inner anxiety, they eventually managed to make it seem like they were more than fine with socializing and approaching people all for the sake of pleasing their parents, family and fulfilling their plans.  in truth however , wen fei really gets nervous about being the one to initiate a conversation or approaching ppl first, so there are times when they stumble over their words or is very awkward in keeping up the flow of the conversation. if it’s with a horribly intimidating person or like a karen, she can get tongue-tied.

she can be quite clumsy sometimes, and miserably has two left feet when it comes to dancing. she absolutely struggles with following, remembering and then executing the dance steps well, as she really isn’t that flexible or graceful.

when it comes to learning her studies and nailing down all the duties expected of her, she does it decently well , but it was never good enough for her parents who expected her to be as brilliant at all her tasks like her older siblings.

however, what her parents don’t really know of, is that she is terribly talented with doing creative work that involves her bare hands. secret hobbies that she has cultivated over the years has made her an expertly skilled with woodcrafting, pottery work, , tending to all sorts of animals, especially falconry, and sculpting. she actually has a secret art gallery of sorts, hidden within an estate of one of her closest best friends,  which is only known by a select few. one of her fav hobbies is also horse-riding and she is so smooth & naturally in-tune with horses that she can actually ride them bareback, despite her originally clumsy nature.

she is also quite naive, gullible, timid , hates confrontations , but has an extremely big compassionate  heart and adores children so much. one of her biggest dreams is to be a mother to many adorable children. she actually,  can be quite naturally funny  and teasing if she gets comfortable enough with you.

during the war times, she spent of her days ( even when she wasn’t allowed to ) at either foundling homes, or among the poorest streets of Paris or her home city, trying to rescue and care for forsaken and orphaned children and babes. finally, after much, much persuasion and help from a couple of her siblings and mother, her father thus gave permission to invest in wen fei’s foundling and orphan hospitals ( she made a few ) to further give the much needed care and medical aid, in where Wen Fei was on active duty both as an overseer and healer, exhausting her Sun Sage talents on the daily but with so much tenderness and love. 

the moment she was told that she was betrothed to a prince, wen fei, froze in fright and spent days in an anxious wreck over it. where marriage was concerned, wen fei knew that one day her father would be the one arranging her marriage for her, but she had with the deepest hope, prayed that it would be to a noble of a much lower rank than her father. that way, she might possibly have more chances to escape the snobbish scrutiny of shallow nobility as well as be not required to attend many societal balls, parties and events. wen fei was even quite certain that her father who had always expressed his disappointment in the ‘many shortcomings’ of his youngest, was not even bothered to try to obtain a high ranking match for her. she would be an afterthought, which suited her just fine. However, it would seem that her hopes turned into dust when she found out that the Sun King had arranged her union to a prince of the Josean Dynasty. A royal foreign court?? Could she rise to the challenge? According to many stuffy aristocrats, she floundered at being a duke’s daughter, thus, what kind of spectacle would she make at being a princess of a country which cultures she was very barely accquianted with? 

Despite their shaking fears within them that arose every now and then when the time drew nearer and nearer to meet their betrothed, wen fei’s naturally sweet, understanding, pleasant , sunny and  sincere nature couldn’t help but still try her best to remain optimistic about their future. Maybe if they worked extra , extra hard enough, they made be able to please their husband and his court slowly but surely enough so as to not embarrass him and her family name. Maybe they could still have a chance to survive as so far, they had not heard much bad publicity about him, though truth be told, there wasn’t much news that she could gleam about her future family due to the occupation of the Mughal Empire over their country for so many years. At that, her tender heart went out sincerely to their struggling misfortune and with that, she also started to include them in her nightly prayers. That they may rebuild well and smoothly and find true freedom and revel in spirited independence after all these years. She did not expect nor dared dream of romance in her marriage but she did pray that at least, her marriage could have a working friendship and amicable partnership of sorts at the very least. 

[fordutyorlove]

Rege Jean Page @ Emmys

[fordutyorlove]

alina starkov + smiling 

[fordutyorlove]

DAVID CORENSWET in “The Politician” (1x01)

[fordutyorlove]

This was madness. This was certainly something Albert had not envisioned as the scene of what was supposed to be a celebration of a wedding. Much less a wedding of the sun king with his new plans and visions for the united future he had been trumpeting about. As much as Albert would have liked to say ‘I told you so’, this was certainly not the kind of situation Albert would wish for anyone to have to experience within the sanctity of their very own home. And thus, despite his own misgivings and abhorrence towards the recent grand scheme of things started by the Bourbon king, Albert’s soft heart immediately emphasised with his hosts, most of them, he was sure, if their intentions were truly pure, must be in great distress and despair at the moment. For things to escalate to such a violence such as this, it was a heartbreaking scenario. Ever the pacifist, lover of beauty and a lifelong passionate advocate for love, the current pandemonium in the throne room clashed greatly with Albert’s sensitive soul, disturbed his entire being and he was filled with the immense desperate desire to help right things. To bring an end to the ugliness and horror that was perversing through the environment right now.

And thus, it was such that the Tudor prince with the mastery of the basic powers of wind manipulation and blessed with the talent of angel, currently found himself using his capabilities as best and as much as he could. He flew around, trying his best to help any injured and to carry them out of the room as well as frantically looking for his siblings. He did his best to end as many  fights as possible whenever he could with cutting a divide between warring pairs using forces of wind to blow them far away from each other as possible and softly knocking them out against the walls, so that they may do no more harm to each other. He was successful with some, for his levitation powers certainly helped him to remain unseen as he silently hovered above them, but he did fail with a few others. 

It was once such failing instance, where he sustained a bleeding injury at his side, causing him to fall down from where he had been initially levitating at. It was during this particular fall which he found himself colliding hard with someone and when he glanced at the face of the other to hastily apologize and inquire of their wellbeing, he froze in shock and grasped the other tightly as he stared at them. For here was the woman he had fallen madly in love with the past few years. The one he had been planning to propose to. The one whom he thought had fallen victim to the perils of the war when she stopped contacting him for such a long time now. The one whom he had grieved over for so many months, fearing the very worst had happened. 

A plethora of mixed emotions ran amok within him and he found himself completely struggling, for the first time ever, to put to words of how he wanted to express himself. Relief, joy, confusion, anger, resentment,  disappointment, and immense hurt all raged at once within his entire being. However the moment when she uttered those three words which he had never had the chance to physically hear from her beautiful lips before, his heart soared with so much happiness that he almost felt as though he was flying, even if he truly, physically wasn’t at the moment. For that one moment, his face glowed as the other conflicting feelings seemed to vanish and only immense, heavenly joy and a burst of overflowing love invaded his entire being.  However , very unfortunately, the moment was fleeting as her last spoken words then brought Albert back to the grim reality of the situation surrounding them. 

“No,” he protested decisively and urgently, the pain of the bloody injury on his side forgotten. He still had no clue of the true extent of what exactly hd transpired prior to his late arrival to the scene, but he had to help stop the violence.  “You need to get out of here. I have to stay. I have to help end this chaos. And I have to find my siblings. Have you seen them, Ece? What about yours?” he asked rapidly, his brows knitting together in great worry.

where: the throne room, long after the fighting had begun ( event 01, part 02 ) status: closed ( @fordutyorlove​​​ )

ece had been subtly looking for him from the moment she’d set foot in versailles. her inability to write him ( for needing to speak with him in person after the news of a forced betrothal had been received ) had left her riddled with guilt ( an inability to sleep soundly having plagued her during their weeks of travel ). she’d known she would need to apologize; to try to explain her fears and beg for forgiveness ( to see if there was a way they might be able to survive this catastrophe together ). so when she’d failed to find him the night before, ece had returned to her rooms and once again fallen into a fitful sleep.

she’d moved through the motions leading up to what would have been the first of many wedding ceremonies ( her heart clenching in fear as the priest spoke ; question of her own future flashing before her ), so the moment the chaos had broken, it had taken her several seconds to move ( scrambling away from the chaos in hopes of exiting the room ). it was a plan that failed immediately, the woman having to call forth her talent; occasionally taking lives to protect her own ( or others who seemed entirely powerless ).

between the need to actively draw upon her talent while fearing for her life ( a fact she’d encountered previously, but never against so many assailants; not when finding herself unaware of who might be ally or enemy ), and the handful of wounds she’d received during her scramble across the room, ece found herself utterly exhausted. so when a body all but collided with hers, her immediate response was to try and shove them away. when they failed to release her, ece’s head snapped up ( her face immediately crumpling at the sight of him ). “albert!” gods knew if she’d felt the need to get out of there before, it was far worse now. “i love you — i need to you to know that. i will —  i promise you i will explain everything but we need to get out of here.” 

[fordutyorlove]

[fordutyorlove]

@versailleshqstarters

Location: Throne room

Who: Your muse could either be the injured or the attacker, & either be the one who started it or was actually attacking in retaliation or to defend or avenge someone else whom the other had injured beforehand. Or someone that sees Albert going between the current pair & either wants to help Albert or side with one of the parties or someone who needs albert’s flying talent...anything your creativity decides! <3

Despite his arguments, grumblings, sulkiness and high reluctance, in the end, Albert was still forced to make his presence known at Versailles. Even if he balked whole-heartedly at the whole concept of arranged marriagies, even if he found flaws in the elaborate scheme of the Sun King to unite warring kingdoms through forced unions with the promise of a gift of greed and ambition in the end to the participants, even if he was still secretly grieving over what he had feared had most likely happened to his beloved , for her letters had stopped arriving long before the Sun King’s announcement was made, as a Tudor Prince, he was still greatly coerced and under heatedly pressured obligation to go through with this farce of a union laid before him. 

Thus it was with grudging footsteps that Albert found himself making his way to the wedding venue of the Sun King to the Habsburg Princess. He was already a few days late to France due to his protests to the whole affair, and he was also very late to the grand wedding of his host. Though to those who knew him, punctuality had always never been his strongest suit. ‘Many long apologies would have to be uttered later, however he was here at last wasn’t he? ‘ he thought dejectedly.

However it was not a solemn and gracious ceremony that met his senses the minute he opened the doors. NO, it was instead PANDEMONIUM. And of the worst kind, for it seemed that a small but still all-out war of sorts was taking place currently in what was supposed to be the scene of the first great blessed union in Versailles. “What the--” was all the stunned prince could get out before he was forced to instinctively levitate away from an incoming projectile weapon. Twisting around after that, to his dismay, Albert then saw that the assault he had avoided had inadvertently reached its intended target and a noble was now fallen and crumpled over the floor, groaning hard. Seeing the attacker charging towards the injured person, Albert then quickly flew over,  harnessed his wind magic and used its strong force to knock over the incoming assailant many meters backwards. He had now placed himself between two fighting parties, and he’d be damned if he knew who had started it. 

[fordutyorlove]

{ david corenswet. 27. he/him. pansexual. } welcome to versailles ALBERT TUDOR. the sun king has been expecting the PRINCE of ENGLAND with the talent of ANGEL. please meet up in the throne room for an official introduction. we heard you can be + ROMANTIC but rather - ABSENT-MINDED. please don’t do anything to interfere with the unions. it says here that you are  BETROTHED to ANY FEMALE ROYAL/ NOBLE/ STAFF MEMBER/ FEMALE KNIGHT with the portrait of ANY WOC. 

- he was always a very soft hearted boy growing up & a sensitive, emphathetic soul. very in touch with his emotions and the emotions of others around him and he is highly expressive with his reactions to things. 

-  THE BIGGEST BOOKWORM EVER! his appetite for books, history, manuscripts, ect was insatiable. It slowly lead to him finding his fav genre of all and something that he believed embodifies him the most , & that was romanticism.  ( obviously this era was not introduced till the 1800's onwards so he was kind of a forward thinker in that sense ) basically any creative work that was birthed from true natural emotions and indivualism. not bound by any sort of limitations, regulations, conventionalism, etc. - it pretty much reflected who albert was - not yr typical 1700's prince but an individual who loved to quietly observe , analyse , form his own unique perspective of things, was pretty absent-minded half the time, had his head in the clouds , not really thinking much bout the present or daily little problems. he loved to write, journal and create poems. loved singing and had a golden voice for it. 

 - he heartily disliked all the restrictions & limitations that were placed on the royals, how his whole life had to be dictataed out for him, the burden of royal duties and responsibilities, the rigidity of schedules but most of all he hated greed, power and the war that was influenced by those ugly traits of men. 

 - however since resisting things only made things more tense & aggravating and being quite the pacifist, he reluctantly caved in most of the time to what was asked of him. it acually did more harm than good as his heart & mind wasn't in it & mainly his focus could easily be distracted by any creative idea floating to his head, resulting in him making all sorts of errors and mistakes in his tasks as well as a penchant for being clumsy and accidentally breaking or ruining things. 

 - he loved to find chances to escape whenever he could, nature being one of his favourite havens to be in , where he could just sit & read or write for hours .

- HOPELESS ROMANTIC TO THE BONE. So when he met & fell for Ece , he fell hard, fast , giddily and passionately in love. 

- Thus, when she suddenly broke of all contact with him , he was utterly depressed, hurt and confused. Before finally guessing that most likely the worst had happened to her. Which just left him feeling half empty and a shell of himself. 

 - His current arranged marriage is a deal he abhors very much and the one thing his soul cannot accept. So thus for the first time in his life, this would be something where he really would not back down from fighting against.

[fordutyorlove]

[fordutyorlove]

WELCOME to versailles PRINCE ALBERT TUDOR of ENGLAND with the portrait of DAVID CORENSWET. please report to the throne room of the sun king within 24 hours.

Keep reading