#(he is a refugee of the french kingdom who worked as a spy for belle - if that works! i did read both muse bios)

[lostwcnderlands]

before the arguing could pick up it's pace once more, laurie pushed himself forward, braving the pointed blades facing the way of he && his men. with a step, the tension built, but he didn't press his luck further. hands were raised, showing he showed no aggression or ill-intent. " your majesty. there is no question to whom i serve. " the unknown man took a knee, the bow low, and clearly giving full respect to the woman before him. looking up with a flash of a smirk, laurie's head tilted slightly, quietly stating - " you do know me. we met as children, long long ago. " when he rose, he kept a hand up to show lasting peace. " we have heard the tragic news. aside from paying our condolences... " a gesture now, and one of the men behind him brought a chest forward, of small gifts and tokens. " i wanted to offer you my assistance. "

open to males 25+ (please read my rules and her bio before replying. please do not like my starters. historical verse- this would be someone who works for Belle.)

Every day lately was a challenge but it was one that Violet had found herself having to take in her stride. Since the day that she’d received the news that her sister was dead Violet had taken up the mantle of Queen, even if she didn’t believe the rumours about Belle. But everyone was on edge whenever someone got a little bit too close to their camps and now was no different, she could hear her guards yelling at the men to declare who they served and when the rightful queen had been spoken she had to show herself. Her guards telling her that they had it under control but she simply raised a hand to them. “You all invoke my name. And yet I don’t know you.” Her eyes cast towards the men in front of her. “So tell me, which rightful Queen do you serve?”