#morethanatitle

[buonoroberto]

@buonoroberto​ “Well, because, My Lady, how did they get to marry them?” Robbie chuckled.  

@morethanatitle​ “They fall in love? Or it is some sort of arranged marriage?”

‘It was more of a rhetorical question but yes, arranged marriages are the usual go. Unless you are a die-hard romantic which is an unfortunate thing to be. Better be a realist in this world and count your lucks, don`t you think?’ 

[crankykursat]

After  Esmeralda and Kursat’s first encounter in France, the two kept in touch the best that they could. Kursat wasn’t the best reader or writer, but to him it was nice when he received letters from her. The way she described the most simplest things showed she saw the world in a way he never could. Never would he have thought to meet up with her again, for the two were always traveling. With the rumors going on about Norway, Kursat was very busy. His nobleman was busy traveling from place to place concreting alliances and even though Kursat was along for each trip, he didn’t know himself what angle he was going for. 

For the time being the two were in Russia, which was one of his favorite places it the closest to home. And for some strange reason the stars were aligned that Esmeralda and her group were there also. The two had arranged to meet up before her performance, Kursat bringing Russian spices to pay her back for the first time and last time they had met. 

The moment he slipped from the castle, something didn’t feel right. The air felt still, suffocating, which was not home to him. It wasn’t long until he reached the village Esmeralda mentioned in her letters. He dismounted his horse, tying him to just outside. The place itself had seemed so small, almost reminding him of the places he grew up in. He was on such high alert, he had almost walked right past her. 

“My old friend” he said cheerfully even though his face did not match. “I can’t believe you are on my end of the world”

@morethanatitle​

[dukeofkentverdigris]

@morethanatitle

“Your Majesty, if I might have a word?” He approached from the side, making an obvious show of approach. “I would discuss something with you, should you deign to spare me your time.” 

[blackflowers55]

Hey you !! Yes you

I miss you now

Don’t you think why is you ?

[buonoroberto]

“Well, because, My Lady, how did they get to marry them?” Robbie chuckled. 

❝ The husbands of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes. ❞ (you can choose a character :))

“I would have to take your word on that, sir. I am not sure I have much experience in such matters. What makes you say that?”

[evanderofscots]

A Fight to Remember || Evander & Erika

THE THREE DAYS since meeting the Norwegian governess had gone by in a flash, and Evander woke eager that morning. Despite Svala’s warning, he had not prepared at all. While he trusted the Queen’s judgement, and did not doubt her own prowess in the pen, he still simply could not fathom and threat from the girl. He had spent years in the fight, and had only just recently returned. Even if she was once a warrior, he was fit and fresh, whereas she had grown soft at the hands of babes. And so he’d spent his night drinking and smoking and screwing some servant girl who had made herself more than readily available, as some lasses did in the presence of power. Evander had enjoyed himself thoroughly, and expected to do the same today. He awoke well after the sun had risen, though still early enough to prepare. He called for a hot bath and carefully selected his clothes. He had chosen out one of his finest silk tunics to pair with his kilt, intending to boast in the end when it had not obtained a scratch. Despite it’s finery, it was easy enough to move in, and the flow of the fabric would make for an excellent show.

As the servants drew his bath, his footman carefully shaved his face. Evander was nothing if not vain, and he was sure to make some hearts swoon as he swung his sword. News of the stand-off had traveled fast, and Evander was excited to know they would be observed. Finally dressed, powdered, and perfumed, the chancellor made his way down to the South Lawn as the sun neared it’s peak. Already, bystanders were gathered, and squires stood by with a selection of swords, both sparring and sharp, as Evander had requested. He would leave the choice up to the Lady on what kind of game she wished to play. The chancellor held his hand over his eyes against the sun reflecting on the green and looked out in search of his opponent as he neared the standing Squires, fervently awaiting her arrival.

@morethanatitle​

[pammonds79-blog]

The only leader who ever got it right was Jesus. I believe we start out looking to those with a title or a position or a microphone and assume great leadership but I believe we get to a point in life where we understand no amount of charisma in the world will ever replace a kind word or an extended hand. I hope at the end of my life I'm known for more than the titles I have held and instead for the way that I grew in learning how to treat people with kindness and mercy and a soft tone. I believe in excellence and the Bible says to do things as unto the Lord but many in the church have made a doctrine out of excellence while never acknowledging 1 Corinthians 13. If you aspire to lead, lead well, lead in love, lead in mercy, lead in grace and kindness. Aspire to lead like Jesus. #leadlikejesus #servantleadership #morethanatitle #loveneverfails

[glasspalaceshq]

Writer Alias: Nicole

Character Name & Position: Alina the Royal Seamstress from England

Connection Type: Romantic Interest

More Info: This could be someone from English court another one of the courts at this gathering. He must be of higher social status than her (even if not a noble) where she would not be seen as a candidate for marriage. They should have a deep romantic connection and love, but they fear they would never be together because he is above her in station.

Contact: morethanatitle

[moresha224]

Couldn't agree any more. So true. Glad I got this with ma boo. #relationshipgoal #achieved #truebond #morethanatitle #myothercrazyhalf #sillypeople #agree #boyfriend #girlfriend

[buonoroberto]

a starter for alina @morethanatitle​

He came to England a little unprepared. His English quite rusty he was lucky to go around with his French that was still in fashion enough to get him into places. Though as he had discovered, the streets of London were just as dangerous as those of any other big city and there his French would get him a fist in the face so he stopped saying words and started showing things with his things, adding Italian. It worked for him to pretend to be a merchant as many of his countrymen profited from doing business with England. At least they could do that. 

Kate helped him with ideas and while he loved all of them, it was not in her human powers to manage all his errands and he offered himself to go the seamstress {apparently a good friend, the best of the best etc.} and while she was mortified to let a king go into those parts of the city {which were by no means shabby but it was a lovely upper-middle-class area}, he told her that she surely did not mean to say he was not a man enough to set his feet on the soil where decent people walk and that he could survive with just one of his guard. So, he and Amaro were set on adventure. The two men were awkwardly lost in the lovely streets of London, already being slowly filled with life again after the devastating Plague. 

So when it usually happens {the cliche} as they were about to give up,both cursing in Italian. They were standing in front of the humble home of the seamstress whose name was Alina and both of them were secretly thanking God that they might have found the right one. A knock on the door should let them know. ‘Madona’, Robbie said, assuming the young lady was married. He was impatient and his tone was so but he corrected himself and smiled. He was not a king here, he was a simple merchant. ‘Miss Berkshire has sent me here as she claims you to be the best seamstress in London.’ He said in the best English he could produce. 

[blackflowers55]

Luka tidak memiliki suara

Sebab air mata jatuh tanpa bicara.

[evanderofscots]

First Impressions || Evander & Erika

EVANDER HAD MADE a long journey from the sea to the Scottish palace. It had taken him 3 weeks from receiving his King’s request in the port at Calais to make the route back to his home soil, but he’d made it eagerly. Evander was quick to accept his friend’s offer, not wanting to leave him stranded in Scotland being circled by the sharks at court. He had always stood by Alasdair’s side when it mattered most, and nothing mattered more than this. Not that the promise of warm, dry chambers and warmer women hadn’t helped. Now as Evander’s carriage pulled up to the palace, he felt a sense of homecoming. As the wagon rolled to a stop, the newly minted Chancellor hopped out, taking in the visage of the stone palace on rolling green marsh. It was not as grand to the eye as the palaces in France, for instance, but Evander knew it held finery inside to sate his every vice. And more importantly, it held his best friend, who had finally heeded his word and taken his throne as King. A smug smile formed on the man’s lips as he looked upon it.

Four more carriages filed in behind Evander’s, laden down with his trunks of clothes as well as imports and spoils of war brought in from the sea for his new King to enjoy. The footmen began unloading the carriages efficiently, and Evander stopped one, watching them walk by with a rare bottle of whiskey. “Put this aside and bring it to me when I see the King.” He instructed and the boy scurried off with a quick nod. As he oversaw the offloading of his riches, another carriage pulled up to the palace, and through the window Evander spotted the flash of women’s lace and rich golden curls between the crack of the curtains. He had no idea who the visitor could be, but he had nothing better to occupy himself and thought what better to do than take this opportunity to give a diplomatic welcome to his King’s home. Evander trotted over to the carriage as it rolled to a stop, waving off the footman after he placed the step stool, replacing him with a hand outreached to help the guest down. “A most gracious welcome to his Majesty’s palace, milady.” He greeted, charisma dripping from his voice.

@morethanatitle​

[glasspalaceshq]

why is the english king a npc?

Due to the current plots between the English Queen and the King of Austria, they’ve decided to make the character as an NPC to advance their plots. We don’t want to make him open for someone to potentially pick him up and will set back plots that they’re forming around the King. However, it is a plot between them, you’re more than welcome to message Cas @crwnsown & Nicole @morethanatitle if you do wish to bring the English King to the dash and get their thoughts.

[glasspalaceshq]

Hello! theroyalseamstress is now morethanatitle so that it will be a multimuse for Alina and Esmeralda.