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when you’re looking thru pinterest for costumes, &  your muse couldn’t be half-assed as to what he’s wearing to a fancy & very important royal ball, sighhh....whereas on the other end of the spectrum u have one who’s very excited about dressing up, but she’s in her 7th month of pregnancy, so, not much choices on both ends XD

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Rigby managed to suppress a soft groan that was nearly in the danger of escaping his lips when he heard someone suddenly talk to him, behind him. He had been very much hoping hard that he could spend the rest of his time around the saloon alone, which was why he had escaped to hide out at the balcony at the first chance he got. He had been very unfortunately roped into escorting his elderly aunt to the saloon earlier and after some ceremonial greetings and about 10 minutes of pleasantries that was surrounding the seating area he and his aunt were at, he had wishfully thought that his duty was done and he could just make an excuse to leave the room already. But alas, it was indeed too wishful because his Aunt Claudia unfortunately knew his character too well to let him out of her clutches that easily and pressed him to stay. Whereupon he had no other choice, but to swallow his disappointment and sit back down, acquiescing politely to her request with a pretend-but-skillfully- practiced, small, good-natured smile stuck on his face. If it had been anyone else and not a loved family member or a few others that were very dear to him, he would have, smoothly and politely debated back with multiple excuses, on why it was of upmost importance for him to leave the room at that very moment. And he would have by one way or another, successfully made his way out of the room within minutes.  Unfortunately for him, this was Aunt Claudia, a very dear, though sometimes a trifle annoying, family member that he did love quite a lot. Thus, he had to go along with whatever she wanted, due to his rather soft spot for her. 

But after about half an hour had passed on by, filled with nothing but small talk and all sorts of frivolous conversation, it was really too much for Rigby to deal with it any longer. And in determined desperation to escape from this torturous room, he finally, managed to excuse himself quietly out of the large group of people he had been enclosed in with his aunt, and silently made his out to the large balcony adjacent to the saloon. 

His enjoyable solitary peace however was broken some minutes later when he heard a female voice trying to begin small talk with him again. His naturally very  broad shoulders sagging slightly in defeat, he then slowly turned around, immediately plastering a forced cordial smile on his face. His aunt was still around the vicinity and he wouldn’t hear the ringing end of her lecture for days from her persistent person, if he were to shortly dismiss and end whatever idle conversation someone was trying to make with him right now. “You mean the spot with that shrubbery of violets growing near it, my lady?” he said, as he tried to  remember from where he had seen a portrait of her face before. “And with a couple of neatly planted rows of Cyclamen hederifolium near those shrubs?” he queried the other, just to make sure that they both were looking at the same spot.  “Yes that’d be pretty ideal setting for a pleasant tea meeting I suppose,”he shrugged slightly, not seeing himself as interested at all in partaking in any sort of tea parties at any given time. 

the distraction of coming home to france was one that she had desperately needed. the fighting between her husband and son, the divide between her country, it was one that had taken a toll on her. it was exhausting to spend so much time agonizing over a situation that she had never expected. it was humiliating to go from being the queen of sweden to the queen of east sweden despite how long it’s been and what was once her home had turned into a place of constant conflict, of heartache. when they had chosen to stay neutral during the great war, she hadn’t expected such conflict to erupt within her own home. it was why she was so excited to be in her home country of france after so many years away. she only held happy memories of her home, of her cousins that lived in the palace and of the estate in bourbon where she’d grown up. 

despite the fact that she hadn’t been back here in years, she ends up in her natural habit most of the time: the saloon. with a fruit platter beside her, wine in her hand and a ring of people to gossip and laugh with, she was well and truly in her element. one could say that the frenchwoman inside her had never really left with how easily she had slotted back in with the french. “excuse me, ladies, i do believe i’m feeling a bit lightheaded. too many sweets.” too much wine was more like it. she drank far more than she used to, and with good reason. making her way out to the balcony, her palms fell against the railings as she looked out over the grounds. noticing someone nearby, she couldn’t help herself but to make conversation. “do you see that spot, just across the gardens and behind that patch of trees? it is the most perfect place for tea.”

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armie hammer, 27, england. ––– i believe that is rigby william tudor, the prince of england. they are twenty seven years old and are known to be very intelligent & courteous , though they can also be very reserved & bitter. they feel pleased about the end of the great war.

okay so there’s quite a bit to unpack from my boy here so pretty please do bear with me lovelies, as I do have a bit of a tendency to ramble a lot especially when I have a lot of details/things to say about my characters, most of the time XD

Rigby is an intelligent and very well-read/ knowledgeable man as he had a huge thirst for reading and studying, eversince he was a young boy.

He was more of an introvert as compared to his older brother, Teddy’s  extravert personality, thus making him already a bit reserved & slightly quiet from young till now. 

He seems to be a steady, seemingly calm chap who doesn't talk too much and when he does talk, he is pretty courteous and doesn't really care much for idle talk, preferring to use his energy and breath for more meaningful conversations or to get straight to the point ( in quite a refined manner and not that blunt/candid). He did smile a lot and have simple, merry little convos and back and forth with his siblings while growing up, but that side of him is rarely ever seen anymore nowadays 

His biggest hobbies are reading books, playing chess and talking long, peaceful walks around almost anywhere,but most especially outdoors.

Nowadays due what a lot of things he has seen happening around him for this past many years,  Rigby is  even more reserved , pretty distrustful and he's more quieter now as well, with lots of pent up inner rage ( the rage has more to do with the cruelty of some people and the bitterness towards him not being able to prevent what the citizens of most nations had to suffer for some unnecessary war) . He has a disgust for the whole monarchy system and their rules, protocols, lifestyle,  ridiculously high expectations on certain individuals. And during the war,  having seen how selfish/ pampered/ lavishly spendthrifts some of his peers can be, it only added more to his disgust & cynicism.

He also thinks the whole, long dragged on war was a stupid move on everyone who participated in it, esp those who participated in it right from the start till the end, as he sees it as bringing in more darkness & evil than good. He really thinks that words and other less fatal ways could have been done instead of going brutally physical, thus he was immensely relieved and happy that the war seems to have ended.

He's still a bookworm to this day and he does have a bit of a strategic as well as perceptive mind. He does know how to fight, cos i think his dad would have seen to it that both of his sons, should be rightly & properly/ strictly trained in combat from a young age itself. Rigby is pretty good at it, ( though maybe not as good as Teddy is?XD) but he highly chooses not to fight on almost every occasion, preferring to settle matters / fight with, words instead of swords.

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Rigby smiled very widely upon making his way towards where his sister was standing. His extremely tall height and wide body frame bent downwards in order that his face could be more on par with his beloved sister’s height level. “Yes, they most certainly are, “he nodded in agreement. “One relief to be had here is that at least a few of the gardens still have plenty of exquisite flowers despite the coming of the cold season, though it is a bit of a surprising marvel.” His face then cracked into a wide beaming grin, a side of him that was rarely seen by many and even thought to be non-existent by some, as it was more of an unknown side of him, and the ones that were privy enough to see this smaller facet of his character, were just a special few individuals, one of which was his baby sister. “Charlotte.” His tone was one of extremely warm affection. “I had been hoping to run into you during my walk around these gardens.” Having not seen his sister for quite a number of months due to his many responsibilities and tasks that had brought him out of the castle, and travelling around various parts of England, he of course had missed her. 

charlotte’s opinions on her new travel to france were indifferent. she was consumed with irrational thoughts she kept behind sealed lips and simply followed her brother, the king of england, to the country, hands folded behind her back. if she had her way she would have stayed home, taken care of business there. yet here se was, her feet carrying her towards the garden as her fingers fell across the bright flowers. charlotte felt a presence close behind her soon after as a soft smile graced her lips. “beautiful.. aren’t they?” she purred, turning back to greet her new companion.

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