#(( that swan book was written by narisa ...))

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martinaalexandra​ .

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐃 not know how she managed to be a friend of the Spanish queen. Inés startled her a little but then again who wouldn’t startled the princess? Even her own shadows she is scared. The brunette has this light aura on her, something that she makes her comfortable to be around. For unexpected reasons she trusts her. She left the ballroom to take a deep breath, she does not do well with crowds, and her hand rested on her stomach as she close her eyes as breathed, feeling the cool breeze hitting her pale skin. As if the weight had been left from her shoulders.

Martin was there enjoying the ballroom he was drinking…   Upon the words, the Italian blonde noticed the Spanish queen. ❛ Your majesty. ❜ She made an awkward bow, like usual. She’s terrible at social interactions. Her tone is very sere and respectful towards her. ❛ You look so great. Mucho Bonita señora! ❜ She attempted of speaking Spanish though she spoke that language fluently. ❛ Aldo?! He came with my date. Kinda. But I dismissed him, despite that Narisa’s orders weigh more than mine. Look I know you’re thinking, Martina why don’t you come with your betrothed… But like, I know he’ll attend this party, or so I think. Because everybody from every court is here.❜ Maybe she should stop rambling. Inés’ a look funny per se.

❛ Those damned birds! ❜ She refers to the swans. ❛ I hope they don’t end up on somebody’s main menu. I need them to deliver my future letters. ❜ If life gives you a lemon, you might as well make a lemonade. She can’t believe she’s agreeing to this… Martina was nagging people for weeks since she lost her ring. She NEVER nagged about anything in her life but the prized possession holds so much emotional value, that is priceless.

❛ Thank you for doing this, your majesty. I am not sure how to pay you back, my lands are in an awful state. I don’t have anything. ❜ She was surprised the brunette called her out to help her to find that ring. She was starting to feel hopeless after weeks. Entering Narisa’s room. ❛ I wonder if the red queen will return soon… ❜ She began to seek under the bed, the pillows, and nightstand.

⊰   her eyes crinkled with amusement when her friend ( although it might have been an one-sided declaration on inés’ part ) called her by her title, her tone softening as it always did whenever she’d speak to martina. “ you can call me by my name and you do not need to bow, we are friends, aren’t we ? ” she asked, trying to reassure herself that this companionship wasn’t one-sided. inés knew that sometimes, and if not often, she’d grow attach too quickly, her open nature sometimes making people surrounding her uncomfortable. as nonchalant and unsuspecting, inés liked to act, she was no fool. at least that’s what she wanted to believe . “ thank you ,” she chuckled. the princess’ charming attempt to speak her language sparking a fondness in her heart. “ however your beauty remains unmatched, i think i can feel myself falling a little in love with you, my bellisima principessa . ” she jested, trying to speak a few words of italian and then cleared her throat as they were talking about their mission to get the princess’ ring back. “ i do not question whom you’re coming with, there is no need to explain yourself. although i am curious, wasn’t there anyone and let’s forget the dutch crown prince, who you wanted to come with ? ” she inquired, always curious about some new, dramatic and hopefully not tragic romance. 

“ worry not, the swans are safe and are resting. i think even they are in need of a break. after all the queen spends most of her time with them, the swans must be exhauste d.” she wondered if perhaps that was the reason the swans always seemed to be in such a foul mood. they matched that of the italian queen. “ what letters ? maybe i can help you to deliver some.” she offered. the swans did not seem capable and if delivering some letters meant that she could win the italian’s princess heart she’d do it. 

“ you do not need to repay me, this is what friends do, help each other out, no ? and i just want to see your beautiful smile again. ” she took martina’s hand, gently squeezing them as she gave her a soft smile. yet, inés couldn’t help but wonder what made martina think that way. that she needed to repay someone for their help. “ red queen ? why do you call her that ? ” she laughed, as she went through drawers, stuffed with cloth and journals ? the art of handling swans ? another journal filled with the names of the rinaldis and the g u a r d s ? letters , perhaps love letters but she wondered who’d even give the italian queen something as tender as a love letter. “ huh, what is this ? ” she asked, taking out what seemed to be an amaranth pink fabric, adorned with delicate lace and carefully threaded embroidery.  “ i did not suspect the queen to wear such a dress but i think it’d suit you better, martina. we should take this and ask the queen to give us the ring in return .”