#king casimir

[rainbows-fanfics]

All'inzio (Chapter 28) ENDING

Summary: A  soldier-in-training, Valerie hopes to join the Valencian Army to avenge  her father’s death under the wing of General Rooke. But when she happens  to catch the attention of Commander Kane, her plans take a different  turn.

Human AU of the Armada from Pirate101, where Kane meets his Queen.

Pairing: Kane/Queen

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Note: The title translates to “at the beginning”.

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Kane had a gift for Queen.

He started constructing it the day after he proposed. He worked diligently the next week, wanting to finish it in a timely manner. When it was done, he gathered the Elite over to the house. He insisted this was just as important as the first time, when they met Valerie. He was greeted with skepticism until he revealed what he exactly made for her.

Deacon eyed the present, clearly intrigued. "...Really?"

Kane nodded. “It's about time she had one. I think we can agree on this.” 

Rooke drew back and passed him a look. “This is kind of serious. It involves all of us. Are you sure she’s-”

“-Have you not heard?” Phule interrupted him. “They’re engaged.” 

“Seriously?” 

Deacon motioned with his hand. His brother got the message and leaned down to his level. He whispered something behind his mask. He informed him of the ‘fight’ between Kane and Queen and what else he neglected to see. He’d been the only Elite who missed the entire ordeal, as he was delivering to their army bases at the time. This was when the General stood up straight. He stared at the floor for a long time before he muttered:

“I miss everything.” 

“So we're in agreement, then?” The Commander looked at them all. They nodded in return. “Bene. She should be here any second.” 

He re-wrapped the gift while the Court glanced at each other in the background. Deacon passed a smug look to the jester, even though he couldn't see it. He clenched his hands around his cane as he whistled, earning a scowl from Phule. 

“I'm so proud you’re finally acting like an adult.” He teased. “Putting an end to this childish nonsense you started.” 

“Oh. Did you want an apology?” He spat dryly. “I only said sorry to one person today.” 

He placed a gloved hand over his chest endearingly. “So, so proud.” 

The doors to the mansion opened. They found Queen standing in the doorway, looking at them curiously. She was surprised to find the entire Elite in one room. Her eyes soon landed on Kane. He stepped forward and presented the gift he’d been concealing behind his back. It was small and fit in the palm of his hand. It was wrapped beautifully, with a decorative bow on top. 

“For you. From all of us.” He told her. 

She looked to the other men in the room, who motioned for her to take it. She excitedly took it from his hands and unwrapped it. When the paper was off, a lone box sat in her hands. She removed the top and her eyes lit up at what she saw. 

It was the same communication device she’d seen on the Elite’s wrists. She picked it up and admired how light it was. She pressed the same button she’d seen Kane touch many times. The screen lit up instantly. Before her were the names of the Court - Kane, Bishop, Rooke, Deacon, and Phule. She looked up with wonder in her eyes. Her fiancé appeared pleased. 

“As of today, you have your own device to contact us. We’re on speed dial, more or less - so if you ever need to speak with me, so to say, simply press my name and you will call me.” 

“It’s lighter than a telephone.” She tied it on her left wrist. He came forward and pressed another button on the device, displaying a separate screen with text.

“Yours is programmed to deliver news in Valencia. So you can keep up with events and rumors for her majesty. I imagine it’ll be useful to us as well.” 

She read the screen. It was an article straight from the local newspaper. She turned it off with a grin and rolled up her sleeve. It was a snug fit, which gave little weight on her wrist. She could see why they weren’t bothered carrying these all the time - it was extremely convenient. She came forward and hugged Kane, leaving a kiss on his lips in gratitude.

“Thank you.” She turned to the rest of them. “-All of you. It feels like…you're welcoming me into your family, as strange as that is.” She laughed lightly. 

“Practically.” Bishop pressed his fingers together. “Our communication is crucial. We discuss a lot of confidential information. You are trusted to use this wisely.” 

“-And ignore Phule’s annoying prank calls.” Deacon shot an aggravated look at him. He smiled in return. 

“It is also fine just to speak with us.” Kane looked at his tinkerer. “If there’s ever an emergency, my soldiers will attend to you if I can’t directly.” 

“The range of these things are incredible.” Rooke commented, tapping his own. “Not the best to use overseas, but – it’ll work.” 

She looked at their masked faces impressively. It felt like she shared a new connection between them. And she was happy to. This was just as great a gift to her as the engagement ring on her finger was.

—-

The next several weeks were spent… without leisure. Queen was thrown into their situation relatively quickly, since she was finally prepared for it, in Kane’s eyes. They told her everything about their circumstances - which involved conflict between Valencia and neighboring countries, tensions that had been building over the past year. They hoped her input would help. Even Bishop seemed anxious, asking if there was anything she thought they could do. 

Her lessons informed her about this sort of thing. Her time training as a soldier taught her reliance. Everything she learned in Valencia made her familiar with what they were working with. She’d heard interesting things from the royalty as well - which made Queen equipped to offer them new solutions and ideas. Ones they hadn’t even thought of. So they went along with it, hoping for the best outcome. 

At first, she was uncertain as she lent them her suggestions. But if she was taught anything, it was to be confident. She thought back of her strategies in chess - the fateful one that beat Kane in their last game together. He was relying on his Queen through the entire process, giving her all the trust he had. In return, she promised him they would pull through.

. . . 

. . . 

. . .

The rest of the year was tough as they fell into the war. Queen watched soldiers and dragoons pour out of bases and into warships, securing the bastion around Cadiz. The battles were fought far from her homeland, where the Elite communicated solely through their devices, keeping each other updated on progress. Things fluctuated between bleak and hopeful. Valencia itself was thrown into uncertainty, as the King and Queen grew anxious the longer things went on. 

Queen did her duty and assured the nobles, distracting them just as Kane taught her to. With her help, they kept Valencia under guided reassurance - offering beautiful golden devices to keep them at bay. They remained blind to the struggle and hardships facing the Armada. With Queen’s assistance, they overcame many difficulties and led in victory. It was incredible, in the Elite’s eyes, when the war finally came to an end.

It took a couple of years. Every day felt like a battle of itself - but Queen brought in new perspectives. They were accustomed to planning and strategizing a certain way, that the enlightenment helped them more than they thought it would. Valencia won. Treaties were made. It was at this moment Bishop finally confessed her help was needed after all. He thanked her for her contributions shortly after their victory.

Kane, on the contrary, was elated. 

“Darling, you were marvelous!” He picked her up by the waist. “If only I could thank you more.” 

She let down her mask and sighed. “It was stressful.” 

“But we won.” His hands squeezed her sides. “You’ll be a successful queen by my side." He pressed his forehead against hers. “-I love you.” 

She’d never seen him this happy before. But she couldn’t blame him. This was great news for Valencia. It brought a promising future ahead. The rest of the Elite poured into the room and expressed their gratitude to her. It felt like she was receiving too much credit from them - but they stressed how well she had done.

She realized that this is what the rest of her life will be like. As a second-in-command, dealing with stressful experiences of war. She couldn’t imagine going through as much as the Court has. They dealt with this every day. It was their job. And now, it was hers as well. Will she grow immune to the bloodshed like Rooke? Decide someone’s life or death by the wave of the hand like Kane? Plan every move like it was a chess game? 

She smiled as she imagined these things. She wouldn't have it any other way.

—-

The first thing King Casimir wanted was to celebrate their victory. Invitations to the castle were sent out while the rest of Valencia hosted their own celebrations elsewhere. His majesty’s palace was the place to be - as there was a grand party hosted for their celebration. Food and drinks were freely passed around while many reveled dancing around the ballroom. For Kane and Queen, it was the first entertainment they’ve attended in awhile. They declined invitations while they focused their efforts on the war. It was almost ethereal to step through the castle that night and find nearly every room filled with party-goers. 

They were dressed appropriately - men in tuxedos while women wore brilliant dresses. It was clear they were indulging, as plenty were inebriated early in the night. That was frowned upon, but this night was a special exception. They finally won the war. It was the perfect excuse to unwind. A well-dressed man hiccuped as he passed Queen. She could smell the alcohol in his breath. 

She found this an amusing comparison. The surviving soldiers and generals who won this war were reconciling with their families and loved ones at this moment, while the rich rewarded themselves extravagantly for doing nothing. She remembered Phule made a comment about this before they even left for the castle. 

“They do this sometimes.” He informed his fiancée as he guided them through the crowds. “The more worried they get, the more relieved they are when we win. The bigger the party, in a sense.” 

“I see…” 

It wasn't long before they reached King Casimir and Queen Margherita in their throne room. Formalities were still upheld in this part of the castle. The room wasn’t overbearingly crowded, but there were more people around than usual. This didn’t distract the royalty, who recognized Kane and Queen coming in from a mile away. Their eyes went wide and their posture upright, excited smiles taking over their faces. 

“Supreme Commander!” The King yelled loudly, standing from the throne. “Come here this instant!” 

Queen heard Kane mutter something under his breath. Every eye in the room was now on them. He went to the thrones at a brisk pace and bowed underneath the King’s gaze while his partner politely curtsied to them. The pale man came forward and slapped a hand on his back, gesturing Queen to come forward.

“My people – this party, and our victory itself, would not be possible if it weren’t for the Commander! We want to express how thankful we are having such a strong military…! I hope you can accept our thanks!”

Cheers sounded around them. She observed everyone intently. She felt strange. Cynical? How could they be celebrating the troops if they weren’t invited to the castle to begin with? Kane bowed his head at their attention and brushed this matter off as subtly as possible. 

“Thank you, your highness. We will continue to serve you as successfully as we have. For the glory of Valencia.” 

‘For the glory of the Armada’, Queen mouthed, remembering the saying the soldiers often yelled in triumph. 

“Wonderful! Let's celebrate!” 

Another round of cheers and whistles. They found the Commander’s presence the perfect opportunity to start drinking, passing around glasses of wine and popping champagne bottles open. Kane and Queen accepted a drink or two - remaining by the royalty’s side as they chatted the night away. They were eventually offered seats of their own and took them. They knew how long this party would take.

Inevitably, news of their engagement was mentioned. Casimir and Margherita looked delighted to hear about it. He turned to Kane excitedly, tapping the glass with his ring a few times. He struggled to contain himself. 

“You MUST have your wedding in our castle..! I insist!”

“Of course.” Margherita nodded along. Queen could hear a trace of jealousy in her tone. “I am in full agreement. We have a room or two dedicated to the ceremony.” 

She was speaking through her teeth. Why was she envious? Could it be that *she* will be the center of attention, as a bride for a day? Stealing her spotlight? Judging by the way she shifted in her throne, this must’ve been the reason.

Kane’s voice broke her thoughts. “We haven’t planned anything yet. We were busy with…well, you know.” He looked to his beloved. “Would that be alright with you?” 

She didn't miss a beat. “Yes.” 

“It’s settled, then..! I’ll have a planner working for you right away.” 

Casimir motioned someone over and whispered into their ear. They scribbled something on a paper in return. Kane glanced in Valerie’s direction and noticed her smile. She was looking at the Queen. It was a new expression from her - something of wrongful intent. He couldn’t help wearing one of his own. When her eyes met with his, they shared a similar intent behind their gazes. 

Oh, she understood. Almost too well. 

—-

Their wedding took place in the grand halls of Valencia’s castle. The catering and decorations were expensive. Music was provided by a live orchestra. The castle inhabitants were invited to attend, including the royalty, the Elite, and Queen’s family and friends. Some military officials from allied countries came, to show support for the Supreme Commander. It was a grand event of itself that earned a lot of attention. 

Margherita assisted Valerie with picking out her dress, which included advice from her court of women. They settled on something golden and white - naturally -  that started at her chest and ended at her heels. It had elegant details with a large bow or two on the back, the material turning silky at her knees. It hugged her thin frame and exposed her bare cleavage - she was practically eye candy to those around her. 

Queen noted the forced smile on the royal woman’s face. It came as her final decision then and there. As for Kane - he settled on something closer to his usual wear, which was a fancy dark gray suit and vest, the usual red ascot around his neck incorporated into the outfit. He wore a black pair of dress pants and shoes – something that caught the attention of the women in the same room.  

They looked irresistible. It drove some mad - others admired it. Their reactions were expected when they saw each other at the altar, eyes lit up as they drank in the sight of one another. The bride and groom wore their masks for a good portion of the union, with an exception when they stood in front of the other. They removed them from their faces as they gazed at each other. A gesture shared only between them. Unmasked. Unadulterated.

“I do.” 

Soon they were enjoying the reception, leading the dance in the ballroom. They were the center of attention - the beauty others admired from afar. King Casimir was euphoric through the entire experience, while Margherita kept quiet and reserved. Queen flashed her a smile when they waltzed past them, turning her head to admire her ring as she clutched Kane’s hand. It was just as gorgeous as the last. She rested her head on his shoulder while they moved along. This was the best day of her life. Words couldn’t describe how happy she was, in that moment. 

He barely heard her muttering a question under her breath:

“...Do you ever plan on overthrowing them..?”

It was such a bold sentence that he didn’t believe she whispered it to begin with.

He looked at her before glancing at the King and Queen, who were dancing from afar. Oblivious, just as they wanted. As they kept them. He shook his head with a tsk.

“We mustn’t talk of that on our wedding day.” 

“I didn’t hear a ‘no’...” 

“You'll see what I have planned.” 

She didn’t complain. Things seemed to get better the longer they went on. They sliced the cake and served them to the party. She was eventually approached by Kane’s sons, who sat around their table and offered their congratulations on the wedding. They were appropriately dressed for the occasion - all of them in suits and formal wear. It was quite a change from their usual uniforms. 

The most noticeable part were the masks not on their faces. 

She’d seen Phule like this once before when they were on the Tortellini's island. He had brown curls and there was a small scar under his left eye. Deacon, meanwhile, had dark hair that came to his shoulders. He had a stubble beard with tired eyes, teeth slightly yellowed from his habit of smoking. Rooke looked identical - minus the large scar on the side of his face, as well as healed cuts around his cheeks and jaw. He had a 5 o'clock shadow that she imagined grew to a hefty beard. Bishop remained without any facial hair and had the lightest-colored brown of them all, wearing a pair of glasses that differed him the most from his brethren. 

She stared at them, trying to memorize what they looked like. It was the first time she’d seen them unmasked. They noticed her reaction.

“It is a special occasion, so we figured we did not need them.” At her silence, Bishop pointed to his face. “-The masks.” 

“Yes, I can see that…” She sighed. “You’re all so handsome.” 

She came forward and hugged them tightly. She couldn’t help the tears that left her eyes. This was her new family. She couldn’t think of a single word to say as she embraced them. They eventually withdrew and moved to their seats, taking this time to properly eat. She sat back and hummed to herself pleasantly, ignoring her slice of cake. Kane opened his mouth to say something until she turned her head and found her mother sitting a few tables across from them. She left a kiss on her husband’s cheek and excused herself.

Emilia was constantly looking around in wonder, enjoying the taste of her dessert. Once she saw her daughter approaching, she wasted no time leaping out of her chair and holding her tightly. Valerie drew back with the brightest smile on her face. She got a better look of her daughter and admired how beautiful she was. She noticed the pearl necklace was missing from its usual spot, but didn't question it. She dreamed of being at her wedding - and for it to be somewhere so fancy like this… 

“Congratulations, honey.” She brushed her hair behind her ear. "This is so wonderful.” 

“-Have you met the King and Queen?” She asked expectantly. Emilia shook her head. 

“Everything is intimidating..! I've never been to the castle until now. There’s so much to take in. And they’re probably very busy–” 

She was cut off by Valerie firmly taking her hand and leading her to the table where the royalty were sitting. It felt like what happened on family day back when she was a cadet - dragging her mother over to meet with the Commander, whom she was afraid to speak with at the time…Queen soon stopped and politely introduced Emilia, encouraging her to take a seat and get to know the crown. Casimir and Margherita looked interested with her company. It wasn’t long before they were starting a conversation, getting along well.

She sat next to Kane with a proud smile. He followed her line of sight and noticed what she did. Everyone was distracted as they worked on their portions and socialized with fellow guests. He took this opportunity to his advantage and stood to his feet. He offered his hand, which was taken with a confused expression on her face. 

“There is only one more thing you have to do.” He informed, beckoning the Elite. They followed them out as they momentarily left the room. “After that, everything is official.” 

“Am I not your wife yet?” She arched an eyebrow teasingly.

“As my second-in-command.” He elaborated. 

Before she could ask anymore questions, they approached a large balcony overseeing a good portion of the bastion below. When she peered downwards, she found rows of awaiting armada soldiers, dragoons, and musketeers. Their masked faces were tilted upwards, looking expectantly at them as they stood at attention. They were awaiting further command, instruction, or…something. The Elite stepped to the side as Kane brought Queen to the railing, unsheathing his rapier and handing it to her. 

“Present this, and they will address you as their commanding officer.” 

She took the handle uncertainly from his hands. Then she gazed back at the crowd of soldiers. It was completely silent as they waited. They perked up when she took a step forward and got a better look at them. It was a new sight entirely - to see so many below, awaiting her command. Eyes watching her every move. It made her feel… powerful. Like she was their Queen. 

She extended her arm to display the sword in her hand. In an instant, and in a fluid motion, the soldiers saluted her and placed a firm stomp on the ground. It collected into one loud noise that was soon followed with an exclamation: 

“For the glory of the Armada!” 

She grinned.

The Armada’s Queen. 

THE END

[piecesofchess]

the men are GONE!!!

[silky-nereid]

— jealousy is not a pretty look on you

Yanderes being jealous

Crumbled King / His majesty Casimir Dragomir

Yandere!Crumbled king who notices you getting too comfortable with the local vegetable stall and he will secretly do anything to make the vegetable stall owner not reputable to you.

Yandere!Crumbled king who smiles when he finds a rotten vegetables in the bag and purposely puts them in the front of the bag.

Yandere!Crumbled king who purposely makes himself sick after eating the meals, only for you to rush over to him and desperately try to help him.

“He..I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I didn’t notice. I’m sorry, your majesty.”

You pulling his hair back while hearing the him seemingly throw up the remaining food into the bucket. Your hand rubbed his trembling back; perhaps he overdid it.

His hazel eyes flickered over to you and your hands gripped the handkerchief, wiping away the remaining saliva and food from his lips. The cold rings on his bony hands gripped your shoulder before tightening.

You left for a moment to get the pitcher of fresh water to help him get rehydrated and replacing the bucket with a empty flower pot. You helped him drink and covering your nose, dumping out the contents of the bucket in the dirt patch in the backyard.

“I’ll figure something out,” you mumbled.

You removed the pot from him and immediately replaced it with the bucket. You poured out the contents and stopped, bones ached. Standing in the hallway that pointed to the small dining room to where he was, you looked down then to the window that shown the greenery that you occasionally stepped onto before entering this place.

You couldn’t quit besides if anyone found him; former king and stain on the royal family. He would end up tossed away in an unmarked grave and it would be your fault for it.

“I will try to plant some vegetables for us.” You sighed, walking into the dining room and sitting down next to him.

Caretaker / Ellison Sawyer

Yandere! Caretaker who continues to treat your injuries and reassures you that nothing bad will happen to you but often has to hide you whenever anyone comes into the farmhouse.

Yandere! Caretaker who notices you clinging to the remaining shirt that was accidentally left behind by their friend and notices you stubbornly refuses to give up the shirt.

Yandere! Caretaker who manages to get the shirt to wash it to return it to their friend. They took off the fur/feathers that somehow stuck on the shirt and was surprised that it wasn’t torn.

“I’m returning this to them, okay.” They held up the shirt and away from you. “No, stay there.”

Your pupils dilated, staring up at the shirt and a light purr/chirp escaped your mouth. Your limbs stretched out, rolled on your back while you sprawled on the tiny couch, then you went to them; still desperately trying to get back the shirt.

They lost. Your face was buried in the shirt that somehow still held remnants of their friend’s scent, limbs curled up on the tiny couch.

“Come on.” They waved around food in front of you. “I know how much you like this.”

Your dilated eyes looked up at the food and dug in the food which they managed to swipe away the shirt to wash it again despite being covered with fur/feathers in such a short time. Soon, they would look down while putting the shirt back in the washing machine and return back to the living room and wipe away the remains from your mouth.

Race car driver / Richard Temples

Yandere! Race car driver who begrudgingly takes you to your therapy appointments and doesn’t enjoy how the therapist’s eyes are constantly on you when you do specific movements.

Yandere! Race car driver who watches you on the empty track, desperately trying to work on your skills on relearning how exquisite you were before the accident that pushed you into a long awaited recovery.

Yandere! Race car driver who watches old race videos where you win the competitions and sees the joy in your eyes. He sees how much the accident took from you and occasionally heard the phone calls that rang through the empty halls that once held extravagant after parties.

Your hand trembling, grabbing the mug and putting it on the counter before using your better hand to grab the mug, drinking the contents.

“You don’t need to be here every single day,” you said. “Don’t you have something better to do?”

“Practicing done for the day,” he said. “Just had to see you again. Do you still have to go to that?”

You looked at him before sitting down on the wooden chair, putting the mug down on the table.

“You mean my therapy?” You replied. “From the accident that you caused. Yes, I still have to go to that to help my recovery.”

You looked at him again, still wearing the racing suit covered in vibrant colors due to the amount of sponsors, helmet plastered with the same amount of vibrant sponsors on it. You gritted your teeth while getting up and grabbing the countertop for stability.

“Why are you even here?” You asked. “Don’t say that you want to learn from me.”

“But,”he said, “I didn’t want it to get that bad, you need to understand. It was a mistake.”

“Then, why didn’t you tell my crew chief?” You questioned. “Why—get out, just get out.”

Cult leader / Charis

Yandere! Cult leader who helps you with your appearance the day after finishing your cleansing ritual since you must’ve been too exhausted to dress yourself.

Yandere! Cult leader who makes you stay awake during the sermon and has you stay after to give you daily reassurance that you’re still magnificent and has assigned simple jobs for you.

Yandere! Cult leader who notices the wandering gaze of a fellow member on you, their eyes shouldn’t be looking at you with such deviance. He kept you close to him for the remainder of the time you were sent to work on the simple tasks.

His hands pulled you closer to him, he smiles and kissed your temple in the same spot.

“Such deviance cannot be tolerated.” He looked down at you. “I know that it is not your fault but they need to be dealt with.”

“Can you perform the cleansing on them?” You looked at him. “It helped me and it must help them, right?”

“My heart,” he said, ” I cannot perform it on them. I only manage to save you in the mere seconds before you almost were fully tainted but they’re far too gone, mind wrapped in deviant intent. The only option is to remind them.”

Dinner was pushed further back than usual but you still managed to sneak in small pastries to eat them to hush your aching stomach that was still recovering. You sat in the front row of the chapel, your hands still trembling seeing him as your eyes focused on him who bound them with rope; face was somewhat recognizable and blouse was drenched in dried and fresh blood.

“Don’t be afraid.” He smiled, holding the hot poker. “Wicked, blasphemous eyes such as yours must be exterminated.”

Noble friend / Evangeline Abel

Yandere! Noble friend who always has her hands on you such as on your waist, shoulder or just simple hand-holding or elbows interwoven with each other.

Yandere! Noble friend who still has to dress in her mourning dresses and she noticed a fellow noble asking you to dance despite you starting to wear color after finishing your mourning period. She still pretends to be saddened by the loss of her late spouse but feels a boiling rage in her because she should be the one asking you to dance, not them.

Yandere! Noble friend who holds you close to her while you wear somewhat soft colors despite your heart still aching from the loss. She still tries to understand the feeling but she can’t help but feel the still boiling rage as why were you still thinking about a person who was long gone?

She untied the robe and sat down across from you which the latest day you had taken sanctuary in burying your face in the vanity. Her hands held a handkerchief that always seemed to be soaked with your tears from the previous days, her hands softly squeezed your shoulders that hung low.

“My dear,” she said, “always crying these days that’s my job. I’ve put our son to bed and the night is still young.”

You looked up at her, eyes reddened from crying despite the vibrant colors of your undergarments; you should be happy now.

She carefully placed a soft tune on the recently bought item called the gramophone and helped you up and her hand wrapped around your waist.

“Let’s dance,” she said. “A simple waltz will suffice, I will lead it. You shouldn’t let other people dance with you, my dear.”

[charlotte-of-wales]

King Willem-Alexander, Queen Maxima, Princess Alexia, and Count Claus-Casimir attend the F1 Grand Prix of Netherlands at Circuit Zandvoort | August 25, 2024

[victorysp]

King Willem-Alexander, Queen Máxima, Princess Alexia and Count Claus-Casimir at the F1 Grand Prix of The Netherlands at Circuit Zandvoort. August 25, 2024.

📷 Patrick van Katwijk

[zimnezelki]

made a hear me out cake with my friend (in which she put a photo of my dead great grandpa 🤕🤕👎)

[royalchildreneurope]

King Willem-Alexander of The Netherlands, Queen Máxima of The Netherlands, Princess Alexia of The Netherlands and Count Claus-Casimir of Orange-Nassau attend the Formula 1 Dutch Grand Prix, at Circuit Park Zandvoort in Zandvoort, Netherlands -August 25th 2024.

[victorckk]

PLEASE DRAW X-2 AND CASIMIR 😻

This has been in my drafts ever since you first sent it I apologize ong,, have not had the energy or motivation to draw lately

Tried to draw X-2’s helmet from memory,,, -1000 HP

Okay so on a more serious note, this actually made me realize that I NEVER made a design for Casimir’s D.D AU, so this counts as an answer to your ask AND an info post.

Yippee!

I have never seen the show so… take his backstory and information with a grain of salt? I’m hoping I didn’t get anything wrong or nothing, that would be EMBARRASSING !!!!

I did change his backstory though, so uh.. he’s no longer Queen Tyr’ahnee’s son.

———————

Basically the general idea for the DD!Casimir AU is that his home planet was destroyed by the Martian Empire (with the help of the other planet’s Empires), and he was taken in and raised by the monarch(s) at the time. He was given the name Phe’tulente, which is pronounced as petulant.

They only took him in because he was the only Saturnian who was royalty and young, but for reasons I can’t exactly mention (because they’re not kid friendly).

He and Tyr’ahnee are sibling-like rivals who are constantly fighting over the throne; Phe’tulente hates the Martian Empire for destroying his planet and eliminating his kind, and Tyr’ahnne despises Phe’tulente for always trying to destroy her empire from the inside out.

The two grew up together and were actually raised as siblings, but Phe’tulente was less respected and loved, because he was seen as weaker than Tyr’ahnee. They used to be very close, almost like twins; Tyr’ahnee thought it was unfair that he was treated the way he was, but Phe’tulente didnt pay attention to it and just assumed that everybody hated him. They did care about each other, but it didn’t last.

He was banished after Tyr’ahnee became Queen, and at one point he ended up faking a relationship with General Z-9 to get information from him about the Empire. The two worked together to overthrow the Empire, but for entirely different reasons.

As for his relationship with X-2… haha. Well, let’s just say that they have a love/hate relationship. They grew up together and X-2 can understand where Phe’tulente is coming from, but he also can’t abandon his Empire. Phe’tulente on the other hand, might have developed a bit of a crush on X-2, but he doesn’t like to talk about it much to keep up his Anti-Martian facade.

It’s obvious whenever he starts stumbling over his own feet and starts spewing words out of order from talking too fast whenever he’s around X-2, though. And Tyr’ahnee makes sure to tease him for it like the insufferable jerk she is.

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I also did a bit of research for the planet and the mythology of the Roman god to sort of get an idea of how his own Empire might’ve been like back on Saturn.

Saturn was mostly known as the God of time and agriculture it seems, so I was thinking that the Saturnian Empire may have followed the Steampunk aesthetic, but they also probably had a bunch of plants and whatnot as well to fit the agricultural theme too. So.. maybe something more like the Arcadia level in Bioshock (which is a favorite game series of mine).

I know I designed DD!Casimir’s parents not too long ago and they looked like moths, but I’m thinking that they could also be based on honey bees. The only reason Casimir looks more Martian-like in every AU is because his body adapted to Mars’ warmer environment, as compared to Saturn’s colder environment.

[quortknee]

some of my durges heehee some of my tavs: [part 1] [part 2]

[koronakrolowresource]

princess elizabeth and princess cunigunde, episode 65

[caroline-nighthunter]

I have not drawn a horse in an eternity but somehow my skills improved??? :0

Also do not question this sheet became a Casimir sitting/lying on a couch suggestively and Carol giving Kane therapy in the middle of the night. It's 5am on my side and I am supposed to sleep but can't lol

[rainbows-fanfics]

All'inzio (Chapter 21)

Summary: A  soldier-in-training, Valerie hopes to join the Valencian Army to avenge  her father’s death under the wing of General Rooke. But when she happens  to catch the attention of Commander Kane, her plans take a different  turn.

Human AU of the Armada from Pirate101, where Kane meets his Queen.

Pairing: Kane/Queen

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Note: The title translates to “at the beginning”.

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“Hmm. What about this one?” 

‘Queen’ turned on her heel to present a long, white dress in her hands. Holding it over her figure, it looked loose around her hips and a little tight around her shoulders. The thoughtful eyes of Kane observed these areas intently. He motioned to return it to its rack. She obliged with a thankful nod of the head and moved on in the store - looking at the other displays of dresses and gowns. Every now and then she would stop to examine one, and if it was to her liking, it was promptly placed on her partner’s arm.

He was already carrying a handful of things - bags of jewelry, clothes, and perfumes. Not that he minded the extra weight on his arm, but he was growing a little impatient. They were having little results with the dresses here so far. 

“Did the King tell you where we are going for that date?” She asked, hoping to start a conversation. 

“Her majesty returned from her trip a few days ago. I’ve been told she wants to see a play.” 

“A play? Will it be in that fancy theater I see in the middle of Cadiz?” 

“-That's the one.” He paid for their things and guided them outside. “We are cordially invited to a dinner at the castle afterwards.” 

“A show and a dinner?” She attempted to picture how stressful the latter was going to be. “When is that, exactly?” 

“Tomorrow night. Today will be preparing you for it.” He groaned as he glanced at their purchases. “If I can only find you the right attire…Here, let’s try this one.” 

With a guiding hand, he brought them into an expensive store with far more exquisite options. ‘Queen’ marveled at everything she saw held for display. She was almost hesitant to look around, if he hadn't urged her to do it. She chewed on her lip when she looked at the selection, reminding herself that this was a date with royalty, and she must look the part as a guest. 

It had been almost a week since she met the King of Valencia. She spent her time training with the Elite and venturing into Cadiz on her own. That’s how she knew about the grand theater - a large building with most attention drawn to it. She was almost tempted to ask Kane about it until it was mentioned now. She swallowed the knot in her throat when she found a dress she liked. She held it towards him for his approval - which she received right away. 

While she was trying on the dress, she heard him talking to her from outside the changing room.

“The King and Queen have been wanting company for some time now. I’m not surprised we were asked to join them.” 

“Oh? Do they not have...their own court?” 

She could hear the struggle in his reply. “-They do. But they haven’t taken a liking to anyone. I see them go through a lot of people and then complain about it afterwards.” 

She struggled with the zipper after pulling the dress over her frame. After a few agonizing attempts, she opened the door and looked to him for help. He understood the situation and fixed it with a quick pull of his hand.

“What I’m saying is, if this evening goes well, do not be surprised if they become sort of... attached . They would give anything to have a distraction around.” 

She didn’t understand what he was saying and shrugged it off for the moment. She returned to the room and fixed her hair in the mirror. She wouldn’t recognize herself now if she were back in those barracks  - something about her upright posture, makeup, and expensive dress made her look like an entirely different person. But she was coming to like how she looked, and even flashed a smile in the mirror. She opened the door and called for Kane. 

“How do I look?” 

He stood a foot away from her and observed the sight. She looked perfect - and that was a strong label, in his eyes. He envisioned this before - but he underestimated how beautiful she would look. The way her brown eyes blinked curiously at him, small fingers tucking the fallen strands of her hair behind her ear. Her dress was long and came nearly inches from the floor - a golden color similar to the one in his own ensemble, with glistening touches here-and-there. It hugged her waist and left a modest cleavage, both of which he was curious to observe.

He smiled in satisfaction. She was looking the part now; all that was needed was her confidence. That part would be truly tested tonight, he mused. 

“Like a queen .” He told her. 

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Before the sun started to set, Kane got to work on preparing her for their date that evening. She studied for hours prior and practiced extensive table manners with Phule. He observed every minute of her preparation to ensure she was ready for this night. She struggled with her posture before meeting the King of Valencia - so they paid close attention to it today. She made beautiful progress within the hour, demonstrating ideal walking and acceptable attitude. 

He was more than proud by the time they left for the castle. He was confident she would do well - if she executed what she practiced, then they would have no problems tonight. Her transformation was nearly complete, and it all dwindled down to how she would perform around a nearly uptight Queen. They soon approached the large structure and were greeted without hesitation by the soldiers outside. They remained unaccompanied as they headed towards the throne room - holding their breath in anticipation as the herald led them inside. 

They were met with a familiar sight - except now the second grand throne was finally occupied. King Casimir and his wife perked up at the sight of the Supreme Commander and his girlfriend. They brought it upon themselves to approach them first, in what felt like painful steps for them both.

Queen Margherita slowly stood from her throne in one careful movement, her blue eyes locked with hers. She stood tall and poised, her chin held high. The noises in the room ceased while Kane gracefully led ‘Queen’ along the red carpet towards the royalty. He kept a hand on the small of her back, a gesture to calm her as they advanced to the thrones. She understood why; the aura felt intimidating and almost humbling. She attempted to match the Queen’s energy by holding her head just as high and taking even slower steps. It took only a moment more before they were standing a foot away from them, politely waiting for their reactions from that moment on. 

The Queen of Valencia was as one imagined her to be - a ruler who showed her importance with her presentation. She wore a long, blue dress with a fleur-de-lis design that ended at her ankles. Like her husband, a royal mantle was placed on her shoulders, along with a cape identical to his that nearly dragged on the floor. She wore dainty white gloves that began at her elbows and ended at her fingertips.  ‘Queen’ could see the expensive jewelry from a mile away - a couple of matching bracelets on her wrists, diamond earrings, and a golden necklace over her mantle. Her skin was even darker than her own, her silky, black hair made in an expensive bouffant do. She had a wreath through her hair, which was a darker golden color than Casimir’s. 

She didn’t say a word as she observed ‘Queen’ from head to toe several times. After a period of silence, Kane opened his mouth to say something until the King beat him right to it. He took his wife’s hand and led them down the carpet to meet with the awaiting couple. 

“My love, this is the Supreme Commander’s new partner… ’Queen’ , as I have told you before.”

They stopped when they were several inches away. This was when Margherita finally spoke, bowing her head politely. “Wonderful to finally meet you. And what a gorgeous necklace! I’m almost jealous .”

“A pleasure, your majesty.” ‘Queen’ made a quick curtsy while holding her mask still. “And thank you.” 

”You’ve made a lot of news in Valencia lately.” She continued on, eying the ring on her own left hand. “My court has been constantly gossiping to me about Kane’s new girlfriend.” 

Her heart pounded nervously in her chest. She hoped whatever was spoken was positive and not negative speculation. Kane noticed her change in demeanor and stepped closer to her side. His presence somehow soothed her, in that moment. 

“--My beloved here has told me a lot about you. He even invited us for this date we’re having tonight. I think it’s an interesting idea.” 

The way the royalty talked sounded like she was disinterested in their conversation - as if she had better things to do at that moment. She constantly glanced at her rings and bracelets while she spoke, playing with them instead of keeping eye contact with her visitors. Before this could be speculated, King Casimir butted into the conversation in a joyful tone. 

“Yes, la nostra serata ! We have so much to do within the night - we should get going as soon as we can.” 

“What a brilliant idea.” Margherita replied flatly as she led them to the door. “We must arrive before the theater starts to crowd. I enjoy coming early so I can sort my thoughts." 

The royal pair said nothing more as they led them through the halls of their castle. ‘Queen’ glanced at Kane, hoping her eyes said plenty with how she felt about this situation. His look sympathized with her thoughts. She held her breath and raised her chin - reminding herself to appear confident and important in front of the Queen, and to not lose that at all during their evening. 

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When the four of them arrived, the theater was vacant. It looked like they were still preparing for the show. Once the crowns made themselves visible, they were tended to by a small gathering of servants. Kane and ‘Queen’ watched as they were pampered with praise and gifts right away, given glasses of wine and even flowers.

They followed the royals wherever they went, which happened to be through the theater’s halls for the first hour. Margherita conversed mostly with her husband and Kane, who informed her of the current events in Valencia that she missed during her trip. ‘Queen’ didn’t mind being excluded in that moment - admiring her surroundings and decor of the theater instead. She took this time to gather her own thoughts and prepare herself for what may come the rest of that night.

. . .

Once the halls started to bustle, more guests were constantly flocking to the royalty. They made the decision to head to their seats by then. Kane held his date’s hand as they trailed after Casimir and Margherita, who were guided up the fancy set of staircases and to their own secluded box above the audience. It looked a lot like the one back at the opera house - except this one was exquisite, with its own servant, plenty of room, and cushioned seats. It was even hidden by a private curtain so others could not see inside - which was pulled back by the King’s wish. 

Casimir took the first seat and Margherita joined him, while ‘Queen’ and Kane followed suit. She was surprised to find herself right next to the crown. She brought her attention to the view for the time being. It was perfect from where they were; they avoided the chatter and disruption from the crowd below. The servant offered them refreshments before the show and left to fetch them some drinks. During this time, they sat in silence.

Suddenly, Casimir stood and walked over to the Supreme Commander’s seat. “Kane, I would like to take a stroll with you. It will be quick, I promise.” 

He looked at the woman beside him for her approval. She bowed her head for him to go. He squeezed Valerie’s hand before following the King out of the box - leaving the Queens alone together. This was when the painful silence struck in. To say it was intimidating in the quiet presence of royalty was an understatement. She wondered what to say first, until Margherita beat her right to it. 

“ ‘Queen’ ....that is quite a name, if I say so myself.” 

“Oh--” She scolded herself for being taken by surprise. “It's just a nickname Kane gave me. We play a lot of chess, you see-” 

“-Ah. Because you understand, someone named ‘Queen’ could get themselves mistaken as an actual one. And you can imagine what position that puts me in..!” 

“Not at all, your highness. I could not be of any intimidation to you - you’re Valencia’s Queen, after all.” 

“That I am.” She replied in a firm tone. She crossed her leg over the other and directed her full attention to the woman beside her. “My husband mentioned how you met Kane. He said you were his soldier? I find that curious.” 

“I’d been recruited as one until he started observing my unit. He paid special attention to me, so I got to know him. He discharged me so he could train me personally in Cadiz.” 

“It seems so forbidden, falling in love with his subordinate…” Margherita commented while intertwining her fingers. “This has to be the most out-of-character I’d heard of Kane."

“It was not intentional..! He was testing the General to mentor a tough soldier. They believed I was one, and were running some sort of experiment on me. I’m sure it wasn’t his intent."

“--But it happened . And you fell for your Commander as well.” Something about her teasing made ‘Queen’ want to slump in her seat. She noticed her loose composure. “Don't mind my comments. I find it...endearing. Kane gets away with whatever he wants, so I can't act surprised.” 

She decided to change subjects for the sake of her sanity. “Are you a big fan of the theater, ma’am?” 

“But of course. Those opera tickets you took - that was for one of my favorite shows. Plays just pass the time when we have nothing else to do.” 

“You have incredible taste..! That performance was better than anything I’d seen. And your seats -- they have the most beautiful view of the house.” 

“Oh? You must see what they put on for us back at the castle! Our head jester - I’m sure you’ve met him - he sings and plays tricks for us. Sometimes he’s better than the performances I see out here.” 

“It must be fun to have a personal jester performing at your wish. I would have to dream to even make it to one of these plays.” 

Queen Margherita sat back in her seat with a curious finger on her lip. From the looks of it, she was enjoying the conversation. She and ‘Queen’ continued to speak about operas and plays - sharing their interests in the genre and laughing at the jokes they recalled. In this time, she got to learn more of the royalty and her taste in the arts. ‘Queen’ gave her best to answer her questions in the way she wanted, and appear as interested in things she was. It wasn't hard when she got in the groove of it.

‘This is going well,’ she mused to herself. 

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“Your majesty, must we wander at a time like this..?” 

“ Please , Kane. It is for the better if we’re not there, so our dates can have time to themselves.” Casimir handed him one of the glasses of wine he’d been keeping. “For what it’s worth, I think they may get along quite well…!”

He didn’t feel like drinking, but took a polite sip while under the King's eyes. He wished to be as hopeful for the latter as he was. Margherita appeared reserved tonight - unless ‘Queen’ managed to impress her on her own, he was starting to feel a little uncertain. Not that it was either of their fault -- the Queen was a tough one to get through to. He saw her constant withdrawal from the other women of her circle, who would sometimes have to plead and give their way for her respect. She was awarded with many gifts and jewelry from those desperate to earn her attention. He’d hate to resort to that if tonight didn’t work out. 

“Ah! They’ve finally put your artwork for display here. I’ve been asking them to do it for weeks..!” 

Kane glanced up and found one of his landscape paintings hung neatly on the wall, with its own light focusing on the frame. This didn’t impress him; his work was in the castle’s walls and in various buildings around Valencia. It only felt coincidental, to see something like this. He still had yet to properly show his girlfriend his art - and for that, his gut started to sink in guilt.

As they observed the painting, the King swirled the liquid in his glass thoughtfully. “I have been thinking about it, and it seems like we have a similar taste in women…” 

The Commander glanced at him wearily. 

“They’re into the arts and have expensive taste! No?” He nudged him without warning. “-They are both quite lovely, too.”

“I cannot tell if you’re joking.” A tired voice replied. It was too early in the night to deal with his antics, or be alone with him for this long.

“Eh, time will tell….” Casimir commented quietly. "It is just a shame, you know? We try to take to all of these couples, spend some time with them, but Margherita - she doesn't even like most of them..! She tells me she wants another pair to be around, but she is so picky! I can't keep her around company she despises. I hope they get along tonight...because I rather like 'Queen'."

The other man glanced at him thoughtfully. He shared a little commiseration, but not that much. The King led them back to the box. Kane felt relieved as he followed him up the stairs - clenching his gloved hands in anticipation when they reached the door. As soon as they entered the room, they were met with feminine laughter. The Queens were having a delightful time together, judging by their closeness and shared smiles. They stopped once the men came into the room and waited for them to take their seats. 

“You both are just in time. The show is starting.” Margherita commented, giving her last glance to ‘Queen’. She shared the look before taking Kane’s hand and holding it as the performance started. He wished to implore about what happened, but lost his opportunity the moment the curtains raised. His mind wandered during the entire show.

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The play dragged on for hours until the performance was finally over. They departed the theater. With the King and Queen, they enjoyed a carriage ride back to the castle. Their surroundings were getting darker by the second; stars were finally appearing in the night sky.  During this time, the two women couldn’t stop talking about their thoughts of the show. Kane was curious to listen to their criticisms while King Casimir endlessly chatted with the coachman. It wasn’t long before they arrived at the building, and exited out from the vehicle carefully. 

‘Queen’ failed to notice the blue eyes locked on her figure the entire time they passed through the drawbridge and into the dining room. It turned out a dinner with the royals was a grand event, as there were lots of people invited that she didn’t recognize. Guests were dressed well and danced in the ballroom as they waited for the anticipated meal. The royalty received even more gifts from their visitors and sat in their thrones to enjoy them. Kane took their distraction to his advantage.

When they were finally alone, he abruptly pulled his partner into a private hallway. Ensuring there was no one around, he asked the question that’s been killing him:

“Well..?” 

“Well, what ?” She asked back teasingly. At his look, she decided against guessing games. “--Things are going better than I thought. The Queen has talked to me plenty. But some of the things she says feel…passive-aggressive.” 

“Oh?”

“The first thing she asked me about was my name. I don’t think she likes me being called ‘Queen’ . Said it might mistake others into thinking I was one…! It is ridiculous, isn’t it?”

Kane avoided her eyes and placed a thoughtful finger to his lips. Margherita was more cunning than he credited her for. Whether or not she knew of his scheme was something he won't know. The King still seemed oblivious but he couldn't take any chances. He’d have to offer another distraction in the meantime, so no further suspicion will arise…. 

At his lack of a reply, ‘Queen’ looked at him worriedly. “Isn’t it..?” 

“Yes. Right.” He brushed off her words. “Has she said anything else?” 

“Nothing like that. We started talking about operas and plays. Her majesty has an interesting taste...although, I can’t really stand her. I’m lucky this is only for tonight..!” 

“Is that so? I’d have thought differently.” 

She winked. “I’m doing a good job, then.” 

Her tone came out flirtatious, which may be why Kane was so quick to pin her against the wall. He passionately kissed her without any warning. She was surprised at the reaction but welcomed it - wrapping her arms around his neck and deepening their embrace. He eventually came back to his senses and let go of her. She had to fix her dress and pull at the cleavage, looking away with a dark blush. She wished they'd have kept going.

He led them to the door, wiping the lipstick off his face. “We must return; the food should be served anytime.”

He was right. They shared one dance together until there was an announcement to gather at the table. ‘Queen’ gawked at what she saw. It stretched throughout the entire room, with enough space to serve at least 50 people. And that may be how many were there that night, as a crowd poured into the room to take their seats. She remembered to look for her name card at her spot - which happened to be at the head of the table where the Queen was. She was disappointed to find a different name beside hers.

“I will be sitting next to his majesty.” Kane informed. “Remember what Phule and I taught you.” 

He took the liberty to seat her, exchanging a polite greeting to the Queen as he did so. He left to the other side of the room without a further word. She felt abandoned as she was left to sit by herself. A gentleman took the seat next to her and addressed them both, but it was clear he was with his own party. She must have dropped her mask to show the disappointment on her face. When she looked towards Margherita, she wore a sly look. 

“I know how it feels. My husband has to sit at the other end of the table...and with nights like these, it looks so far.” She lamented.

‘Queen’ turned and noticed the small figures of Casimir and Kane. That meant she was alone, too. Sharing this understanding made her more comfortable in her seat. The appetizers were served first - a petite salad in a fancy bowl. The Queen of Valencia struck her fork in the lettuce and leaned forward, keeping her eyes on the new guest. Her look was challenging. They knew this would be a long meal.

“Tell me about yourself.” She offered. 'Queen' smiled with gritted teeth.

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The guests dismissed themselves after the dessert course. While a few remained to socialize, Kane wasted no time excusing himself. He had enough of questioning the King and pleasing him with conversation. He tipped his hat before expectantly looking towards the other end of the table. He waited a minute until he was met with familiar, brown eyes. That’s when ‘Queen’ excused herself and followed him out. They prepared to leave the castle right away, wishing not to loiter. 

Once they were out on the streets of Valencia, he placed his coat around her shoulders. She thanked him as they walked in comfortable silence. 

“Did dinner go well?” He asked expectantly. 

“I assume so. Her majesty asked me all sorts of questions. She enjoyed hearing that I collected art and visited museums. She invited me to do so with her sometime, and told me that I am welcome within the castle walls.” 

He sighed in relief. So they wouldn’t have to be obsequious. “That’s great. You’re on good sides with both royalty.” 

“I see why you warned me about her. It felt like she was challenging me most of the time. I must have answered correctly.” She shrugged. “That was all boring, anyway. The opera was more interesting and dinner was unpleasant without you around. I think someone may have overcooked the chicken...” 

“It’s customary for me to sit beside the King. The Queen requested for your seat. It's likely she wanted to talk to you over dinner.” 

“I'm just glad it is over with. We should play a game tonight to relax from all of this.”

He couldn’t agree more. He had plenty to think about from this day’s events. Her transformation was  going perfectly, and he was pleased with how well things went with the royalty - and will from this point on. He was planning something special for tomorrow - something to give to her in gratitude, for making him as proud as he was. It was the least he could do for a wonderful muse like herself. He led them up the stairs into his room, where she proceeded to take a shower for the night.

He thought everything was going perfectly....the letter left on their bed didn't even concern him. When he picked the envelope up and observed the return address, he left a thoughtful hum. Emilia.

[thecrownofthekingspl]

[charlotte-of-wales]

King Willem-Alexander, Queen Maxima, Princess Alexia, Princess Margriet and Count Claus-Casimir support Dutch driver Max Verstappen during the F1 Grand Prix of Netherlands at Circuit Zandvoort | August 25, 2024

[ronanbrackens]

who: @casimirtully when and where: the yule celebration and balls of the first of the seven winter feasts, hosted by house bracken.

the initial night hosted by house bracken of stone hedge had already been thoroughly soiled in the eyes of the master of laws, the moment he had found himself within the same small cellar as the ruling lord of raventree hall; the bastard of a lyseni woman, ruling over the riverlands by putting on the mask of the hand of the king. one only needed to look towards his wobbling knees to realise the shoes in which benadict blackwood stood were far too big for him; whilst the shoes the river king had put on were far too small. uncomfortably tight. his conversation with the lord of the crossing was one of formality, considering all on the council knew of the tensions which brew between the two men; and yet, he noticed it nonetheless.

lord ronan of house bracken was offended.

none would truly recognise when ronan bracken noticed something: for his gaze never lingered, and it changed nothing in his conversation. and yet still, it were not the sight of his little sister sat conversing with the river king that bothered him so; she was a lady of one of the most ancient lineages in all the riverlands, and thus, it is befitting to their station to exchange with one another. only, something about the matter of the dress came up - he could tell by the way doe-like orbs flickered downwards at her own golden dress. ronan bracken had been entirely aware his sister had decided to wear a different costume to what was usually expected each year by the candle maiden, and whilst he expected someone to speak on it, the king was the least person he would have expected.

lord ronan of house bracken was insulted.

he found it inappropriate, for the king to speak on his sister's attire. one of the princesses would have been somewhat more understandable, but for the king of all people to address what clothed her body was something ronan found himself unwilling to accept. it was following his brief discussion with his sister, mostly in passing within the crowded hall, did he found his brows furrowing ever so slightly. ronan bracken remained quietly contemplating the feeling of his house's pride being insulted, for despite it all, the dress being the one thing he speaks to her of - whilst his blackwood cousins remain sisters to the hand of the king. he remained silent as he remained beside the king at one point in the night, beside the rest of the council - it was not obvious to see ronan bracken was deeply offended. he had asked her if she had thrown it in the river.

not all houses in the riverlands had sisters who behaved so wildly they opened their legs for the likes of guards.

and so, ronan bracken simply took a drink as the king moved closer to him. his face appeared deep in thought as he toasted his goblet against the others, his head bowing in the man's presence. he said nothing, though, not for a few beats. before he opened his mouth. "i'll be sure to fork the dress from the trident meself and send it back to yer grace come mornin."