#one very unhappy imperial family

[charleneferlay]

Kept playing a bit. Game was going well.

And then: peasant uprising of hell while Phil was away doing stuffs with the Emperor, wife killed, boys killed (RIP Amyntas and Arrhidaios), Makedonia burned down, and the Emperor died one month after that.

So Phil drank himself senseless for a month and now he's back in the game, I mean being 47 with no son and half your family murdered is no reason to quit, time for some polygamy to get those sons FAST.

Time to play Crusader Kings III again!

Philippos is back from the dead to lead Macedonia to glory (or at least to have good feasts and unleash chaos on this world).

Though he's 100% legit the game believes he's over powered so Phil cannot make me win any Steam successes!

No matter, let's take a look at Macedonia under the cut !

So apparently we're part of the Byzantine empire now. It's the 9th century and we have a nice red cloak.

In live Phil believes in money, armies and bedding everyone he can bed who can be useful. Since his lands have few soldiers and not a lot of money, for now he'll specialized in getting in other people's bed.

But of course Phil ain't going to just sleep around with anyone. Turns out Basileios (wtf this name lol), our beloved Basileus, is bisexual!

We're going to be a big, loving family because our friend Basil has an ex wife...

That's her! And they have two kids.

Phil decides to marry her. Being the stepdad of two of Basil's kids seems like a good idea.

Phil is trying to convince Basil to send him Konstantinos, his wife's boy, so he can raise the smol boy. Turns out it takes so long his new life Maria had time to fall pregnant. So here is smol Amyntas, Philippos' first boy!

After a few day, it's obvious baby Amyntas is a genius (I don't know how they know that, can he count already ?)

Basil finally agrees to send Phil his boy. Great, Konstantinos (hopefully the next emperor) and smol Amyntas wil be raised together!

It's now time for Phil to start his love story with the emperor. He doesn't want a one night stand, that's the *emperor*, what Phil want is his love for LIFE so he can make good use of it.

Now that they slept together, it's time to become the love of his life.

One big family, I said, and next what? Phil would probably like to sit in council or become his lover's regent. I mean why not, he's already the husband of the man's ex wife, his lover and the tutor of his son!

But there's many people to win to Phil's cause, and one important thing to remember, getting caught with a man, in Anno 871, isn't good.

So let's go on a pilgrimage to convince everyone Phil really is a good christian !

Now that Phil proved he is really pious it's time to ask the Church for *money* because money is always good!

But before he left Constantinople, some drama hit him and his imperial lover:

A thief!

Phil having saving his boyfriend, he is now the Love of his Life. Great! Now the regency, please ?

More drama to come in later games !

[margaretthatchersdead]

Reasons to end the monarchy: Charles Edition

Well it's the coronation so you know what it's time for.

The entire concept of a monarchy is actively undemocratic. The head of state should not be someone who is only in that position because they were born into a certain family.

Having a monarchy upholds classism as a specific family of great wealth and power are viewed as superior to others.

They stand for a history of racism and imperialism. This country has done some truly terrible things in its history and the monarchy are a symbol of that. In order to attempt to begin to undo the harm that we have done, we need to remove this symbol of oppression.

The royal family have previously lobbied the government to hide their own personal wealth. Despite this, we are obviously aware that they have a large amount of wealth.

Prince Charles has himself lobbied the government on a number of occasions. His 'black spider memos' show that he has repeatedly pressured ministers on a wide range of topics from the Iraq war to badger culling to alternative therapies. He has used his power to lobby the government on subjects that would affect him.

The monarch does not occupy a ceremonial role as is frequently claimed. Ministers and civil servants have to consult the monarch. Civil servants have to get the consent of the royals on pieces of legislation, which can cause delays on implementation.

Even if the monarch did occupy a purely ceremonial role, as a literal billionaire he wields a ridiculously high amount of power over people.

Windsor Castle brings in less money than Windsor Legoland does. The many castles that are owned by the royal family could be used to create spaces for the public to enjoy or to be used as a shelter for the homeless. The Louvre in Paris used to be house of the French monarchy and gets over twenty times the tourists. Edinburgh castle hasn't had the monarchy live in it for centuries and yet still brings in tourism.

Prince Andrew is widely known to be connected to Jeffrey Epstein; yet he has not had to face any repercussions for his actions despite blatantly lying when being asked about his actions. The royal family have defended him and prevented him from facing the consequences of his actions.

They cost around £334 million per year. This money could be used to help the poor, given to the NHS, to repair and build infrastructure, to support small businesses that are struggling, pretty much anything.

The royal household publishes a much lower figure about the cost of the royal family, so they are actively trying to cover up their cost.

Charles has had access to confidential Cabinet papers, undermining our democracy.

He has publicly championed alternative medicine and has repeatedly promoted it. He sent at least seven letters to the Medicines and Healthcare products Regulatory Agency, that then shortly relaxed the rules governing the labeling of herbal products, ones he as part of Charles's Duchy Originals produces.

He lobbied the health secretary regarding greater provision of alternative treatments on the NHS.

In 2018, 46% of Britons wanted him to abdicate immediately after Elizabeth died. He’s barely wanted by the country even with the sheer amount of pro-monarchy propaganda going around. Charles specifically is very unpopular.

In order to speak to him, broadcasters had to sign a 15-page contract, which includes Clarence house attending the rough and fine cut edits of films and if unhappy can remove that contribution, as well as stipulating that all questions directed at him must be pre-approved and vetted by his representative.

His personal wealth is £1.8 billion. He inherited a large amount of this from Elizabeth, with it being exempt from inheritance tax. Having an immunity from this tax when others don’t is ridiculous.

The Duchy of Cornwall was named in the Paradise papers.

The coronation is going to cost £100 million during a cost of living crisis.

People have been banned from protesting Charles with official warning letters were sent to anti-monarchists.

Protestors who block roads, airports and railways could face an entire year behind bars. Locking yourself to others, objects or buildings could go to prison for six months and face an unlimited fine. Police are allowed to head off disruption by stopping and searching protestors that they suspect.

The public were encouraged to swear allegiance to the new King when he gets sworn in, this is a deeply disturbing suggestion.

He's a billionaire who's going to use the public's money to celebrate himself.

The monarch has sweeping immunity from many laws

He owns business parks and small rented cottages, six of the ten top residential homes, 285,000 acres of mineral rich land. He’s ridiculously rich in a country where so many people are facing extreme poverty.

[itskindofidontknow]

What dreams know about love?

Chapter 9

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

Summary: The Queen of Love has grown used to the absence of her husband, the Dream King. After banning her from the Dreaming, they only saw each other when Morpheus summoned her for social or marital duties. He would go decades without calling for her, enamorated by a variety of mistresses. It broke Love's heart. Not that her husband cared. However, after being imprisioned for a century, The Dream King wants to regain his Queen's love. She doesn't believe him, not after centuries of neglect. The question is: Can dreams repair a broken heart?

Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected

TW: Sexual content

Love jumped with the needle poking her skin, pushing her away from her dreamlike state. She had been particularly distracted all day, and not even the witty remarks of the Seamstress or the shy giggles of her assigned dream handmaids made her mind present at the conversation. Probably thanks to the amount of milk from night blooming jasmines she has been drinking. At first, she’d only take it before bed, it gave her a dreamless deep sleep. Offering some peace without twisting in silk sheets all night mentally rewinding and analyzing every interaction with her husband, thinking about different outcomes of different dialogues. It was a never ending exercise that led nowhere.

After the invitation to the Endless reunion arrived, the numbness of the jasmines became a necessity to be used during the day. Morpheus became even more difficult and it led her to such serendipity. Like she was under anesthesia, all that bothered her, couldn’t pass the liquid protection of the milk. Every conversation seemed like a distant uninterested topic, incapable of holding her attention. It would be especially useful in this dreadful dinner she must attend.The sting of the needle made her emerge from the comfortable dreamlike state, back in reality. It was like putting the head out of the water after staying so long under, you don’t remember what breathing is like.”Forgive me, I am quite distracted today”

In front of the trifold mirror in her quarters, Eoster moved slightly in the pedestal, taking a deep breath, showing she was now engaged (even if only for a few seconds) in the conversation. Seeing her reflection, she admired the beaded imperial waist white dress with a low neckline, even the slightest move made it sparkle. The Seamstress was doing the final adjustments of the Lady’s dress for the family dinner at her brother-in-law’s realm. “Nothing to forgive, my Lady Love, you just lost a little weight.” The handmaids exchanged a knowing look and the brunette observed the ancient entity, who was quick with her needlework.

Only for a few hours in the Dreaming and the Seamstress already knew. The way the woman spoke, with a hint of pity, the Seamstress could see right through her. She wanted to defend herself, to argue that she didn’t “lost weight” which was a polite and very court-y like to say that a lady or lord changed for the worst. They were unhappy, depressed, melancholic. Different from the young maiden she dressed centuries ago. Of course Eoster didn’t take into account the vast experience in seeing failed marriages . ‘Bigger the marital disaster, bigger the wardrobe’ the Seamstress always used to say to her protegés.

And Lady Love had more clothes and garments than a lifetime of events.

All the Endless would be present at this dinner, and as Dream’s wife, she was expected to come. Neither of them was thrilled to spend an entire evening sitting side-by-side, enduring Desire humorous glances, double-meaning questions and condescending comments or Delirium’s never ending topics that always end up in uncomfortable inquiries or remarks.

One moment she is talking about ice creams and somehow it jumps to “ Brother why you never kiss Sister Love? Isn’t that what love is?” or “It’s just like Brother when Sister Love touches him” describing someone having an electric shock, referring to how quickly a mortal could snap away their hand.

The bearable ones were Lady Death, who was always very kind to Love, and in the beginning of their marriage even came to visit the newly wed couple in the Dreaming. Lord Destiny, who was not much of conversationalist but could stir the direction of the conversation, sometimes saving the couple from uttering embarrassment, and Lord Destruction. Who was a touchy subject between the couple, thanks to an ill comment by Aunt Primness, excused as usual, by Aunt Temperance. Not that Morpheus forgave Aunt Prim. Not that Aunt Prim asked for forgiveness.

It happened during The Second Harvesting’s celebration, which are among Love’s favorites festivities. Decorations in orange and earthy-like tones, the smell of ripe apples and pumpkins, but most importantly, she loved it as a festivity for dancers. All night: Country dances, cotillions, minuets, boulangers and quadrilles. When she was a maid, Love used to dance until her shoes were worn out.

That was, of course, before. Now, Lady Love, accompanied by her husband, was sinking in a chair by his side, not holding her wishful sighs seeing everyone else partake in a dance. Unfortunately for Love, Dream didn’t show any interest in dancing. She didn’t even know if he actually knew how to, since she couldn’t remember seeing the Lord of Dreams ever take any lady or lord to one. Even if they were at odds, as usual, Eoster was always inclined to do as her dear Jane wrote in one of her books: ‘Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable’. But Morpheus didn’t seem like the type to have read Jane Austen.

Love had her hands crossed in her lap, resting against the bright orange fine columnar silk skirt embellished with a lace pattern that covered the entire dress. Although it was long, it didn’t trail on the floor, as some of her dresses. The empire waist, low neckline and bare neck made her bosom a bit more apparent but not improper for a queen. In her hair, ribbons entwined her curls, in a variety of warm autumn colors that tickled her neck and her short puffy sleeves brushed against her husband’s satin black attire, very similar to the one he would use regularly, only in a different refined fabric.

The Endless did not pay much attention to his wife, as usual. They paraded around, doing the required social agenda, and ended up sitting side by side at their designed table. The raven haired king’ eyes scramble through the crowd. Since their arrival, he seemed to be expecting someone else, at first she thought it could be his siblings, but after he denied when she asked, she knew exactly who he was looking for.

And the minute he found her, he would give his wife some rushed mediocre excuse and leave her with her wine. At least he wouldn’t count the glasses and endlessly complain about her drinking. ‘I will stop when my king gives me a reason to.’ she once said to him while intoxicated.

“Looking for someone, Prince of Stories?”

And that was when the evening started to go south.

The Aunts were barely seen in any parties, they weren’t the oldest entities but certainly were one of the proudest. And for some reason, everyone always tiptoed around them. They were rare to see in events, usually preferring to receive a few selected guests in her realms. Which made them even more of an attraction when they came to one.

Aunt Primness had her dark blond hair in a tight updo with a delicate diamond tiara and earring and necklace matching it, her bangs meticulously divided side by side with an airbrushed finish, her light green eyes deadly-stared at Morpheus with disdain. She wore a beautiful purple silk brocaded dress, with a low neckline, short sleeves and complemented with long white sleeves that reached her elbow. She looked older than the couple, even if she was younger. “Aunt Prim!” Love was quick on her feet, giving the lady one kiss on each cheek, without breaking eye contact with the husband.

Aunt Prim knew Morpheus was looking for Calliope and any excuse to flee away as quickly as possible. She despised him for making Love miserable, feeling that one of her favorite entities was far too melancholic and apathetic, perfectly aware that its source was sitting broodling right beside her. “Love!” The soft voice, one step behind Aunt Prim, revealed to be Aunt Temperance, a kind woman, with delicate features. She was the complete opposite of Aunt Prim, although the two were inseparable. Even in the way they dressed.

Contrasting to the purple attire, Temperance was wearing a floor length silk dress in a pastel yellow color and a princess silhouette, the fabric was covered in white damask pattern, which made her even more like a sunshine with her bright red hair, elegantly pulled in a updo with pearl pins scattered through it and her short bangs making a curly front. She had a calm smile, but a warm hug.

As everyone said: One is kind but not clever, the other is clever but not kind. And one look was enough to tell each one was it.

Love greeted both of the Aunts as her husband did the same, with a polite but distant nod, ignoring Aunt Prim’s question. “Please, join us.” She politely invited, even if her husband gave her a side condemning eye, he knew she couldn’t send both of them away, it would be terribly inappropriate. “Are we expecting someone else?” Aunt Prim asked, while fixing her dress after sitting down. Love began to answer, but the aunt interrupted her “Are we, Prince of Stories?” Aunt Temperance felt the tension rise and tried to change the subject “Lovely celebration isn’t it? Prim, didn’t you say something the other day about how the Second Harvest was the only festivity worth coming for?”

A staring contest began between Aunt Prim and Morpheus, as her husband gave her a short “No.” as answer. To which the old woman opened her mouth making a “Ah!” as that settled the subject, ignoring Aunt Temperance, who was still going about the festivity. “Such wandering eyes, especially when your Queen is right beside you.” Love grinded her teeth, stiffening her posture “Aunt Prim…” She quietly pleaded, looking over her lashes to the woman, already feeling hard to breathe.

The blonde woman turned to Temperance talking as she was remembering a fun fact, a nostalgic memory. “Do you remember, Temp, when Love was still a maiden, how many suitors would fall at her feet, just for a quick glance from hers? I remember her hiding in the corners and balconies trying to catch some air. Pleading us to not tell a soul where she went. Her dance card would be filled by this hour and her feet thorn by the dancing.”

Love blushed in embarrassment, looking anywhere else but to Morpheus and the Aunts. Prim was trying to imply that her husband should feel lucky to even have her by his side. Temperance looked over the King, who shifted in his seat. Morpheus tolerated Aunt Temperance but Aunt Prim was unbearable. She overprotected Love, who did not need any protection, and had been a pain in his life since Love and him got married.

It seemed to be her favorite passtime to torture and embarrass him.”My wife was indeed very popular.” It wasn’t a compliment as he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “You don’t have to-“ Love mumbled and stopped as her husband gave her another side eye capable of freezing souls.

The Aunt didn’t seem to understand that he was stuck in the same miserable life as Love. More than that, she didn’t know that Love was responsible for her own misery. But Prim only saw that he was romantically involved with Calliope and that they shared a child together. Primness was beyond repulsed by this. Especially when she knew Eoster for being devoted to all her duties, realm and subjects, and a proper lady, which was a rare combination these days. Prim took the queen’s pains as hers, and different from most, she wasn’t afraid of politely making Dream remember who he was married to.

The most offensive of his crimes and what made Aunt Prim (who usually would avoid meeting with the king she had no respect to) to approach them was his wandering gaze. She knew many mortals with that same look on their face, looking for their mistresses while his wife was right there beside him. Maybe he indeed needs a lesson of good morals.

Calliope would be a sight to calm his heart and ease his pain, a brief moment where they could be together and pretend he doesn’t share a soul with another. He wanted to take her to those events, dance with her, whisper dark desires he wanted to do with her after, having to settle for caressing her soft tight under the table, drawing circles in her delicate skin, seeing her lips parted letting a small whimper of want escape. He wouldn’t have to meet behind locked doors, and worry about a bored wife that seemed to want to be anywhere else but with him.

It wasn’t forbidden to take a mistress or a lover after a True Marriage, but it certainly wasn’t seen with good eyes to other entities. Some of them, like Aunt Prim, were really fond of Love, and tolerated Dream because of her. They couldn’t defy him because of his Endless status, being more powerful than most, but found his choices appalling. Especially since Love, as an anthropomorphic manifestation of the four loves, outrank Calliope as a muse. They preferred as minimal contact as possible. Morpheus did not find this a problem at all. He had his duties to attend, not needing to waste time at parties with dull companions as his wife liked to indulge so much.

“You used to love to dance, my sweet darling.” Prim signed and Love raised her eyes to watch the pity in the Aunt's eyes. She opened a fake smile, taking a sip of her wine, before continuing. “I still adore dancing, Aunt Prim. Tonight, we are leaving the dancing to the young ones. Tomorrow, Morpheus and I have quite a day, our feet need rest.” A perfect crafted lie, she looked over to Morpheus, looking for approval as she awkwardly reached for his hand over the table, feeling he stiffened under the sudden touch. A very on-the-face gesture to show her Aunts that they were fine.

Her “busy day” in the morning would consist of doing the same things she did everyday, answer letters from the Garden, drinking wine, wonder through the empty hallways, tender her garden at the palace, maybe if she was lucky, The Corinthian would pass by and indulge her by telling about his day or maybe she would just drink wine until the handmaids woke her up to take her to a warm bath. If they add perfumed oils, later Morpheus would summon her to bed, if not, she could sleep or die that no one would care.

“What a lucky prince you are, Dream with such a thoughtful wife.” Aunt Prim poke. “Excuse me” Everyone looked up, and never Morpheus and Love were so relieved by an interruption. The tall broad red haired man, Lord Destruction, made himself present, Love bowed her head lightly as did the Aunts. “It was about time! Go on, my sweet child, your feet will forgive you for one dance” Primness gesture toward Love, as she needed to quicken her pace. The couple and the brother-in-law looked confused at each other. As none of them moved, Primness made herself clear “Lord Destruction clearly came to take you for a dance, my dear, seeing that his dear brother felt indisposed. What a considerate brother-in-law! Blessing for your intentions, my Lord” Prim even sounded genuinely relived.

Love felt heat reaching to her cheeks, and gulped. She liked her brother in law, but he was known to be a terrible dancer, and Love liked her feet too much to have them crushed. She could also see that smirk on the Aunt’s face, and Aunt Temperance looked as confused as the rest. “But he didn’t-” Aunt Prim raised Aunt Temperance’s glass to her eye level “Drink your lemonade, Temp, your throat is dry.” Dismissing and cutting the redhaired that thought for a moment before taking the glass. Hydration was important to Lady Temperance.

What was the Aunt planning? Crushing Love’s feet? Over a dance? Just because she didn’t partake in her passtime of poking Morpheus with a short stick? For the love of the Garden! The old hag wasn’t the one going to bed with him and having to deal with his moods!

“If, of course, Lord Morpheus doesn’t mind.” Aunt Prim never called Morpheus ‘Lord’. She was definitely into something, almost tempting Morpheus to deny the request. “Of course not. My Lady, If your heart desires, you may dance. You don’t need my permission to do so.” She nodded, hesitantly getting up and grabbing Destruction’s arm and walking away from the group. The brother still looked confused, not knowing how searching for his little sister ended up with a dance with his small almost feather-like sister-in-law. Neither of them however, have the guts to protest the old woman.

“Don’t get me wrong, Love. I would’ve asked you to dance, if I knew you wanted to, but I was just looking for Delirium and” She interrupted him, before he could tangle himself in excuses that weren’t necessary. “No need to excuse yourself, my lord. That was just Aunt Primness being Aunt Primness. Doing some scheme to get me away from my husband, so she could torture him freely.” Both of them arrived at the center of the ballroom, along with other couples, waiting for the instruments

“Is that who she was? It is true what they say then.” Love raised an eyebrow questioning, and Lord Destruction looked to the sides, as Aunt Prim could have ears everywhere “She does get you to do things that you had no intention in doing and make you feel like it’s your obligation.”

Love chuckled, it was the first humorous conversation she had since…Well, a long time. “Is dancing with me such a terrible burden?” She teased, holding a smile, faking an appalled expression. She could see his face becoming red, terrified he might have offended her. How can someone be the personification of destruction, something that causes so much pain to mortals, be such a kind soul? “N-No! That was not, what I-” Love laugh, a laugh that could make flowers blossom “I am terribly sorry. I couldn’t resist a small tease”

Destruction shook his head, responding with a small chuckle. He never saw his brother’s wife laugh or tease, let alone make jokes. She usually was, at least in the few occasions he saw her, quiet, politely answering only what was asked, always with her head down, and innocent eyes looking over her lashes, constantly looking for approval from Dream.”If I may, I don’t think Primness send you here torture my brother. I think she wants revenge against you.” Love was beautiful, one of the most, if not the most, stunning entities he’d ever seen. It was impossible not to notice. Of course he had noticed before, at the dinners, but she was often gloomy, her beauty dulled. Not the vibrant woman with a lightened smile he was seeing. Destruction could understand and even admire the courage some entities had, even after her marriage (one must be completely insane to want something, in this case, someone, that was Dream’s.) to keep faithfully waiting for a chance to even talk to her.

“Me? What could I possibly have done against Aunt Prim?” It was his time to tease. “Not you. Your feet. Only someone wanting revenge on one’s feet would send them to dance with me.”

Both of them laugh. “Well, thinking about it, some new feet wouldn’t be a bad idea. Mine's always been a bit too flat ” She joked right before the music began.

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Love thought it would be worse. But turns out, for someone the size of Lord Destruction, he was quite a skilled dancer. They spliced a boulanger into a cotillions, two minuets and even one quadrille. When they were beginning to prepare for the next dance. Someone tapped her dance partner's arm. It was Morpheus. Immediately Love started to fumble with words, having completely forgotten the time. “Forgive me, husband. You must be exhausted. I should-” He interrupted her, turning to his brother “May I have the next dance with my wife?” He especially stressed the “wife” part. Destruction didn’t seem to catch that, nor the fluster in Dream’s face.

“Of course, brother. You arrived just in time. Lovely night, Love.” He bowed, kissing her hand. Dream barely let him kiss his wife's hand, taking upon his own. Leaving the couple, but not the ballroom as he had a special request to the musicians.

Love didn’t see this, as she was occupied trying to read her husband. She was glistening and flushed, smiling, even some curls were loose. A disheveled appearance. It angered him. The thought of it. He never, indeed, thought about it, it shouldn’t bother him. But the moment the old hag Primness said it, the moment she suggested it, her appearance boiled his blood, as he now could see it in not so innocent sceneries.

He had an extra marital affair, yes, but it was a relationship, before he was married, he didn’t find a mistress after. Calliope was his wife in the true meaning of the word, his confident, his friend and his lover. It could barely be considered disgraceful behavior. Love and him shared an eternal bond, a trap he wasn’t convinced she didn’t scheme with Desire. The solitude he condemned her, was a light punishment for forever keeping away from his true love. He did worse with Nada, and she did nothing like Love did.

He didn’t love Eoster. He couldn’t love or trust her. Even if sometimes it was more difficult than he made it seem. She had every quality of a queen, an eagerness to be useful, the perfect balance to his strict and ruthless rule, empathic, kind and understanding. She cared for his creations and his realm as it was her own. And through lustful lens, it was also impossible to deny how her body also felt sinful perfect against his own, it wasn’t difficult to seek release when Love received him so well, her perky breasts moving with each thrust, her flushed complexion, curls sprawled in the mattress, he could hear the light whimpers every time he relentlessly pushed inside her. She never seem to enjoy it, since he made no effort to make it pleasant to her, but she didn’t protested or denied him.

Morpheus knew from their first night, she expected something entirely different. Not a marital duty between sheets, but a love making out of the most passionately beautifully written books.

It was a challenge not to fall in love with her. He was certainly that was the reason Desire choose her to conspire with. His sibling was very aware that he was a devoted and passionate lover, that did anything to make his companions happy. If he felt for Eoster’s charming ways, he would blindly follow her and she and Desire would take complete advantage of it.

It was way to protect himself. She wouldn’t succeede in making him fall for her, if she found him completely unfazed by her charms. It was also a punishing for her alliances. A hell of her own choosing. And maybe knowing this was why she never protested his callings to his chambers.

He never looked for her out of desire. He went to her, because she was there and Calliope wasn’t.

He always thought that if Love wanted to finally give in to one of those extensive letters she constantly received from frustrated suitors, she could. She didn’t have to pretend to be a faithful wife that loved her husband, and was the only moral saint between them. In fact, this angered him, for he knew her true intentions. If she choose a lover and it didn’t get in the way of her duties, she had his blessings. Maybe it would even make her more tolerable.

At least he though this, until Aunt Primness actually suggested it.

During their second dance, the table could clearly see Destruction and Love, laughing, happily dancing, both following the steps as it was as natural as breathing. At first, when Prim suggested the dance, he thought the old entity only wanted to provoke him, without Love making pitiful excuses. But she didn't, keeping quiet, lazily moving her fan, letting Temperance fill the silence with polite small talk about the Second Harvesting.

Aunt Prim sent Temperance to get more glasses of lemonade for both of them. “Behave” she sternly told Primness, who gesture in dismissiveness. “It is so good seeing Love smiling again. That smile can melt snow, make birds sing and flowers bloom. Don’t you wish you could see that everyday?” She signed moving lazily her purple fan.

Morpheus didn’t reply, not freely walking into one of her traps. Continuing looking at the dance, well, not exactly watching it, but distracting himself, taking some opportunities to scan the room looking for his lover. “They do make a dashing couple.” She finished her glass of wine, raising to the king “A true couple”. That caught his attention, as he stared at her, his eyes cold as ice, not believing in what she was saying.

Primness, the Aunt of moralism and austere views of living. His cold stare should’ve been a warning to Prim to stop that nonsense. Not that she cared. “You should consider supporting their affection. Love has been the most graceful to you, enduring your affairs and its products." By ‘products’ she meant Orpheus. Prim never said his name, finding it obscene just acknowledging him. “ Some others, would have the mistress' head in a stake by now, and their offspring, drowned. It is only fair if you offer her the same courtesy.”

The moment she finished it, Morpheus felt offended by it, ready to get on his foot, grab his wife and drag her out of there, never to go to another one of these stupid celebrations ever again. But, seeing her dazzling between dancers, he took a moment to consider. She looked happy. His brother also seemed to be enjoying her company. Love could fulfill her duties, but she wouldn’t be moping around, sighing, constantly begging for attention. For the first time in forever, Primness gave him a useful idea.

He was certain Love would be good for Destruction, she would be attentive, and caring, having someone to lay all her love, someone to talk to, someone to laugh with, and that would listen to the futilities of the Garden. His brother probably would also be intrigued by having someone different than him, a delicate porcelain skin flower, someone patient who could calm his nature, introduce him to the variety of the arts Love was well versed in.

“Just have to be cautious. After all, a child of love and destruction would not be good for anyone.” Prim mentioned it as she was talking about the weather. That stinged Morpheus in a place he hadn’t considered. Carnal pleasure.

Encourage their affections, wouldn’t lead them to just be friendly, platonic lovers. Eoster would be his mistress and Destruction would be her lover. The air shifted. Morpheus paid close attention to their dance, hyperfixated in the couple, feeling his breath becoming erratic by their proximity.

The way her delicate fingers pressed his brother's large arms, small squeezes she gave as the dances progride. Morpheus started to imagine those same delicate nails digging in his brother back, letting red marks all over his back, as he would take her, filling her with pleasure. Skin flushed as now, glistening with sweat running through her ribs, her breasts just like in the dance, lightly brushing against his large torso, but without any piece of cloth separating them, his hand probably covering entirely her breasts and she would scream in pleasure as he squeezed them. He would hover over her, covering her entire small frame, she would throw her arms around his neck, pushing him closely, hungry for his lips, guiding him in a deep kiss, letting him take complete control, feeling something she hadn’t in centuries: Desire. A man that actually desires her as her own, not using her as replacement, a man that would worship every inch of her skin.

Destruction would give her those love making from the books, preparing her body, tasting the nectar that dripped from her core, while working his tongue inside her, arching her entire body, feeling an unbearable heat, having to be hold down by the waist. Love was extremely reactive, she would give a show, but not to Morpheus, to his brother. She would cry his brother's name, dripping from her mouth like a prayer.

She would not whimp, she would loudly moan, looking at him with stars in her eyes, lips swallowed and parted trying to get air, as she was doing during the dance. He would add fingers to stretch her, sensing if she would be able to take him, telling how good she was, whispering the most sinful praises, confessing all that he would do to her, making her wetter, while working on her bundle of nerves, bringing her to an edge. Love will think it was never like this with Morpheus. Love would jerk herself toward Destruction, craving for friction, to feel his hard member dripping with precum touching her inner thigh, legs wrapped around his waist, feeling the tip against her entrance as he position himself to slide inside her warm wet entrance, that invites him so eagerly, her walls clenching around nothing in expectation. It wouldn’t be uncomfortable as it always was with Morpheus. She wouldn’t want to lay with her husband anymore, and Dream would not be able to blame her.

The way her body felt perfect underneath him, how she stretched and clenched around him, almost making him come in an instant. It would feel perfect underneath his brother, she would not avoid his gaze, as she avoids Dream, she would dwell in Destruction’s gaze. He would never command her to lay on all fours, as he would take her from behind, trying to picture she was someone else. He would never dare to think about another woman’s while inside her. Not like Dream. Destruction would sully her insides with his seed, he would claim her mouth as his. His brother would, as everything he touches, completely destroy his wife.

Morpheus might have been her first, but Destruction would be the one she loved.

He could already see, how his brother would make mortals fight in her name, declare wars to whoever happened to displease her. If he even imagined that Dream was making her unhappy, that he was the reason she copious cries to sleep, that she was unloved and neglected. Destruction may even forget that he is family.

Those images in his head, made him indescribably jealousy, the idea of someone else touching her, someone else seeing her in ways only Dream’s eyes had, someone else occupying her thoughts, boiled inside him and culminating with seeing his brother spin her in his arms in the air as she laughs, right before putting her gently on the ground and she stumbled, falling in his arms, chest glued to chest, faces closed. “Excuse me” He got up quickly, ignoring any protests against unpolitness that Prim might’ve done, making his way through the crowd of dancers, as they clapped to the end of the music.

Little did he know, that she merely follow him with her eyes. A smirk spouting in her face. “What did I miss? Where is Lord Morpheus?” Aunt Temp said it, clueless of what just happened. “Being sensible for once.” Prim said as she took a sip of her lemonade with a mischevous look to Temperance “Oh, Primness, what did you do this time?” Temperance shook her head already knowing Aunt Prim executated one more of her well crafted naughty plans. “Sometimes even an Endless need to be reminded that all they have, can be easily lost.” The red haired woman shrugged taking a sip of her own bevarage, but couldn’t help a small smile.

“Is there something wrong, husband? We can go if you desire to. I am a bit weary.” He glanced at her, she was genuinely concerned, as his behavior was out of character “I saw how weary you were.” He said in an accusatory tone. She frowned, what in the garden's name her husband was upset about now? Laughs? Fun? Does he hate happiness too? He cleaned his throat, trying to sound reasonable “ I saw how tired you seemed, and thought that maybe my brother was too avid of a dancer. And maybe you need a more serene partner” She nodded, not believing in his explanation.

As soon as the violins begin, she recognized as the Waltz of Lovers. Her husband wouldn’t want to dance that. “It’s a waltz, husband, if you-” He interrupted her, by offering his other hand “Shall we?”

And they danced.

Morpheus and Eoster synchrony was beyond perfection, the other couples cleared the center of the ballroom, dancing to the sides. The effortless move, their feet seemed to barely touch the floor, it was mesmerizing. Love never thought it would be so easy to dance with her husband, they seemed to be made for one another, swiftly, delicately and smoothing dancing in each other's arms, trusting each other’s steps, Love gracefully accepting being guided by her husband. If there was a light candle in Morpheus' hand, the flame would not have extinguished during the whole dance, it wouldn’t even flinch. They were perfect partners that every single entity applauded in the end.

Before, however, Love could drop her husband’s hand, after receiving the praise, he pressed her into his body, and passionately kissed her, holding her by her waist. At first, she was in such a state of shock, she didn’t move, it took only a few seconds but to her it was a noticeable eternity, everyone could tell, until she closed her eyes, and let him slide his tongue into her mouth, throwing her hands over his neck. His grip tightened around her waist, and he pressed her further in his body. Their audience applauded louder.

“Husband what has gotten into you?!” She said it as soon as they were back at the Dreaming, not long after their dance. He walked in front of her, in a quick pace, not saying a word, and Love had to hold her skirt to run after him. “I told you before.” Love rolled her eyes. “Not the dance, that kiss.” He stopped putting his hand behind his back and turned to her. “What about it, my lady?” She knew he was faking his calm manner, he was flustered in anger, and she had no idea of what Aunt Primness could have said that left him like this.

She blushed, looking at the floor, not beliving he would made her say it, but trying to make it as rational as possible “ You never kissed me in such a manner, my lord. It’s not that it didn’t please me to have your affection. But it was inappropriate.” He widened his gaze. “ Inappropriate! Pray tell me, wife, is it appropriate to be covered in sweat and completely disheveled while dancing with my brother?” She was taken aback by his enquiry. Both of them were staring at each other.

Love might not understand her husband, but she was well versed in that feeling. The conflicted look behind his eyes. It was too familiar. She’d seen in a thousand men and women. “You are jealousy”. She said not believing the words that came out of her mouth. A gasped laugh came out of her throat, before she taped her hand over her mouth. “Forgive me, I…” She laughed again. Not because it was a funny fact, but she couldn’t believe in it. Morpheus jealous, of her of all people? Oh and people still say that marriage becomes dull after the first century together.

“You are jealous of me. With…Your brother? Is that it?” Dream turned his back mumbling “ I will talk to you when you regain some sense”. She went after him, continuous with the subject, ignoring his mumbles. “Did Aunt Primness put those ideas into your head? Husband, you know she is just vexing you.” She stopped “Besides, I would never partake in any affair, I am devoted to our marriage, even if you choose to punish me with it.” He turned facing her shaking his head in disagreement and spiteful answering “ You are drunk” Love rolled her eyes, enjoying his embarrassing far too much “ Maybe, but I can be passed out and still recognize a jealous man by miles.”

Morpheus for the first time in a long time of marriage, didn’t feel the need to have the last word.

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Every since that day, Love kept ruminating the night over and over again, especially a few days later, when none other then Lucienne, asked her if she was having trouble sleeping, and Love lied, telling no, the librarian told her that the king was probably worried, because he asked her to scan through her dreams.

Love was surprised but not furious. For the first time, and how she loved that feeling, she had the upper hand, and her husband was struggling to regain control. The night blooming jasmine milk came to her as a cruel prank. Her husband was interested in her dreams, wasn’t he? Probably looking for signs of secret desires for his brother. Well, she would put up a challenge, not dreaming at all.

She could sense his moodiness with her dreamless sleep. And of course he didn’t question her, for he knew it would be an odd to take such interest in her sleep, when he didn’t even share a bed with her. Also to say he knows she is not dreaming, is to deliberately say he is spying her sleep. He needed to silently wait for her dreams. Or he would have to confess his jealousy over her.

Love prayed he would let something slip so she could call him immature and delusional for thinking she would have anything with his brother. Condemning him for thinking so lowly of his own wife, wishing to say that she wasn't like him, looking for comfort somewhere else because she couldn’t commit to her husband. Also, did he even stopped to actually think about that ludicrous ideia? From all those tempting letters she received, did he think she would take another Endless as her lover? She was a lady for love’s sake! Besides, one Endless was enough.

When both received the invitation to his family reunion, it was when she started to drink the milk during the day. Her husband’s mood got significantly worse since they received the letter. and the closer they get to the date, the worse it got. All the Endless siblings would be there. That included not only the ones both Morpheus and Eoster liked such as Death, Destiny and Delirium, but Desire, Despair and poor Lord Destruction, who definetly wasn’t expecting what was coming.

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[empirearchives]

Marie Louise’s reaction to Napoleon’s death

“I am just now in great uncertainty. The Gazette of Piedmont has announced in such a positive manner the death of the Emperor Napoleon, that it is hardly possible to doubt it any longer. I confess I was extremely startled at it, though I have never had any deep feelings of any kind for him. I cannot forget that he is the father of my son and that, far from behaving badly to me, as every one believes, he always showed me every consideration—the only thing one can look for in a political marriage. I was therefore very grieved at it and, though one should be glad that he has ended his unhappy life in a Christian manner, I could still have wished him many more years of happiness and life—provided that it was far away from me. In the uncertainty about it I have settled myself at Sala, not wishing to go to the theater till I know something positive. My health has become so frail that I have felt this shock.”

— Marie Louise’s letter to Countess Victoire (1821)

Source: Compiled by Charles A. Shriner, Wit, Wisdom and Foibles of the Great: Together With Numerous Anecdotes Illustrative of the Characters of People and Their Rulers

Marie Louise, deeply upset at not being informed of the news by her family in Vienna:

“I confess that what gave me most sorrow, in these circumstances, was that I had not had any official news, nor any private, friendly letter from Vienna—the only way by which such could reach me in safety. I confess that I expected more interest and affection on that side, and it gave me a cruel blow by showing me how little one can count on all one’s own people, and this grief can only be cured by time.”

Source: Edith E. Cuthell, An Imperial Victim: Marie Louise, Archduchess of Austria, Empress of the French, Duchess of Parma

[sunfyresrider]

Where love ends, hate begins.

Synopsis: You are the wife of an imperial minister (Aemond Targaryen), who creates a high-society scandal by an affair with Aegon Targaryen, a dashing cavalry officer in 19th-century St. Petersburg. Your husband, Aemond, offers you a difficult choice: Go into exile with Aegon but never see your young son again, or remain with your family and abide by the rules of discretion.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x You Warnings: Cheating, scandals, time accurate misogyny, mental health issues, mutual pining, kissing oolala Word Count: 6k Note: LOOSELY based on Anna Karenina. I tried to do an AU but I couldn't do scene for scene since it is such a long book and movie. I'm aiming for a three-part series but at this rate it might be more. @beaconofthehightower you asked for this so long ago and im so so so sorry it's taken me so long.

Act 1

It was early in the day and your maid, Annushka has been taking her time to dress you. She’s a good girl, young, loyal, and modest. One you could trust not to sleep with your husband. It was quite clear when several different maids had tried their hands at him. Albeit failing, at least to your knowledge. Except for Alys, sweet Alys, the wet nurse who wooed her way into his bed successfully. It was something you never spoke of but stayed as a permanent stain on your marriage. 

At the very least this affair was never publicized to embarrass you like most others would. Aemond seemed to truly love you and your son… the best way he could under the circumstances.

Ah yes… the circumstances of your marriage. You were nearly eighteen when you were whisked away to St. Petersburg and sold off like a dog. He was older than you and had far more power in government than you ever could. Aemond did court you out of kindness and propose to you out of respect, but the truth was clear… you had no ability to say no. 

It was a fine marriage at first. You didn’t love him, but he had a great interest in you. Aemond was a good man, an honorable man, but a boring one. The marriage bed was not filled with pleasure except for his own… You doubted he understood how a woman’s pleasure was different. Your day-to-day life was not filled with fun and affection but rather duties and niceties. 

You gave him one son, Jaehaerys, a beautiful snow haired boy. Both of you believed this would change your marriage for the better and bring you closer… It did not. Aemond was far too busy with his businesses and the government to spend time with you or your son. It all fell upon your shoulders to raise them both, take care of them both, and sacrifice everything for them both… You were a perpetually unhappy woman.

You moved over to your dressing table once she finished and began trying to read a letter that had recently been sent. Though your face remains expressionless your eyes frown. Your head swirls with a distant memory. Jacaerys in a vertical embrace with a woman; still clothed. You shake it away and turn the page to read more, another memory soon plaguing you. They were still kissing but this time he hoisted up her skirts.

The more you read the more concerned you are becoming. Jacaerys comes in quietly and late from a night on the town, he enters his dressing room. He stops. He smiles a foolish apologetic smile. Baela is waiting for him, shocked, enraged, holding out a billet-doux on. It was a love note! 

You stood up from your place and immediately went to your husband's office to tell him the gossip. Would he care that much? Probably not. Did it matter to him? Not so much. Would he most likely block out the sound of your voice? Yes. 

“... and Baela found a note from the governess.” Aemond was draining his coffee cup as you were trying to explain the situation. He continued to transfer papers from his desk to his portfolio as you waited impatiently for him to say something, anything. “Well…?” His voice was unattractive and reedy. Aemond finally took his spot as a senior figure in the government, he became a very busy man, and your drama obviously didn’t amuse him. “He wants me to come to Moscow… to persuade Baela to forgive him.” 

“I'm to be deprived of my wife so that adultery may be forgiven. I can't excuse him just because he's your brother.” Your eyes pleaded with him, “It's for Baela's sake too.” Aemond stood up and started preparing to leave. “I have four committees today…”

“Aemond, do you think nine years of marriage and children should count for nothing against a . . . an infatuation?” He cracked his knuckles, a very bad habit he’s had since you met. Aemond finally conceded with your request, “No. Very well.” He lifted your hand and placed a kiss on it, “but sin has a price, you may be sure of that.” 

He left soon after and his words rang in your head like an alarm. Jacaerys didn’t necessarily deserve forgiveness for his sin, but this was nine years of marriage and several children later… It would be a shame to let it go to waste all because of one mistake. 

When you went to tell Jaehaerys of your travels you found him playing with his locomotive and its tender plus a carriage or two, with part of the superstructure--the whole kit and caboodle was a rich child's table-top model railway. It was the best gift Aemond gave because ever since Jae rarely left its side.

“I need to speak with you, love.” Jaehaerys frowned and moved to take a seat on your lap. “I’m going to travel to Moscow for a little while because your aunt Baela is not well.” Your son was a sensitive child, the thought of you leaving caused him to tear up immediately. “Why?” You brushed his hair out of his face, “because that’s where Aunt Baela lives.” He sniveled, “why?”

You patiently said it again, “I told you, she's not well and I must visit her.” A tear slid down his cheek, “why?” You sighed, “Don't make me cry as well. I'll be back before you know it and bring you a present.” He stared up at you with his big blue eyes and you felt your heart shatter. “Don't want a present. I want you to stay.” You were on the brink of tears, “Oh . . . my little dragon.” Jaehaerys calmed himself at the idea of a new toy. He raised his chin and stared up at you with, “What present?” You laughed as you dabbed your eyes, “That’s better… it’ll be a surprise!” 

-

Annushka, your maid, rode with you in the train car to Moscow. She carried your bags with all your belongings and never complained once, she truly was a god send. You brought a picture of Jaehaerys with you… As you stared, the tears in your eyes began to form again. He was your little love, your little dragon who was more of an image of his father. You weren’t happy to be leaving in all honesty but who else would mend your family’s marriage. 

Surely not Jacaerys because he was a damned fool. Your husband was a damned fool as well. It wasn’t confirmed that he too dabbled in adultery, but it would not surprise you, he was very talented at keeping things discreet and hidden. It seemed to be a curse that loomed over you, every man around you just couldn’t keep his hands to himself and his wife. You vowed never to be like them for your son’s sake… 

As you were unboarding the train you nearly ran into a man, he was tall, muscular, and had medium length, wavy, white hair flowing over his shoulders. You barely exchanged a glance before you moved your separate ways. He was handsome, strikingly beautiful even, just one last glance to confirm you weren’t daydreaming. You turned back just to catch a final glimpse and he did the same. You quickly turned away, but his eyes lingered on your back. 

You were proven to be a hypocrite. It was extremely wrong of you to even think about another man being handsome. You pushed the feeling down into the depth of your stomach and pressed onward to meet Jacaerys. The moment you saw him you flung an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a warm kiss on the cheek. He smiled and put his arm around you. “You don't look ashamed.” Your sibling looked like a sad puppy, “I am, I really am.”

When you pulled Jacaerys back into the train car you noticed the same man from earlier sitting next to the old woman you temporarily chatted with. She spoke with you about her son, Aegon, and you did the exact same. The countess was coming to pick him up for a visit almost exactly like you were doing with Jacaerys. You smiled, “There, Countess, you have found your son and I have found my brother.” The countess stood up to greet you,

“Madame — has a son, too. It's the first time they have been apart, so she frets about him.”

Your gaze barely left the man, his crystal blue eyes seemed to pierce through your soul. “Oh! You are my half-brother's wife, excuse me for not recognizing you before.” Your mouth gaped open, “I’m so sorry I did not realize! You must be Countess Alicent then. I’ve heard so much about you both.” In truth, you barely heard about his half-brother or stepmother besides the fact he had them. 

You went to speak but the countess intercepted, “What a lovely surprise! We passed the time telling each other about our sons without realizing we were basically family.” You nodded toward him with a grin, “Yes, I've been hearing all about you.”

“That must have been very boring for you.” You wished to speak more but the ringing sound of the wheel-tapper's hammer was faintly audible in your ear as you hesitantly turned to leave, “Au revoir, Countess.” She walked forward and placed two hands on your cheeks, “Au revoir, my dear. Let me kiss your pretty face.” Countess Alicent did just that, it was a European custom you never quite got used to. You turned to offer your hand to Aegon as was customary. He took your hand, then the train lurched and moved, unsteadying you both. 

Immediately after seeing you, Aegon was awed by you, he noticed some kind of inner light or maybe aura that was different from the rest of Moscow. There was also the fact that you were simply beautiful, too beautiful for a city like this. You also appeared too youthful to have a son in his mind. It enticed him to try and discover more about you. 

The first thing he really thought about was how mysterious you seemed to be. Who would be able to drop everything and come and visit their family? It must mean you were truly dedicated to them, which was beautiful. Then how sweet of a display you put on when you met your dear brother. Your heart must be bigger than the rest… Just as Aegon was falling in love at first sight, a major accident happened that caught both your attention. 

You ran out to the platform where Jacaerys was and noticed he -- and everyone still on the platform was shocked by a dreadful scream and shouting. The train, having moved a few feet, stopped. Jacaerys hurried towards the scene of the accident, right opposite the gate. The Station master overtook him.

The Wheel-Tapper lied between the wheels, mangled. You and Jacaerys joined the horrified onlookers after successfully pushing through the crowd. The Guards Officer arrived, with his bouquet. Then Aegon Arrived soon after. He turned to the Guards Officer, “Keep your people inside until this has been cleared up.”

The Countess, Aegon, you and Jacaerys, almost in tears, came toward the gate. A Porter followed with your large suitcase, hatboxes, etc. Annushka had the traveling bag. “The sole support of a large family, they say.” You nearly scoffed at Jacaerys but decided to focus on the family of the deceased, “Can't anything be done for them?” Aegon glanced at you, “Wait for me, Madam.” A wide smirk grew on Alicent’s face as she watched her son run off. The countess turned to you “I've you to thank for that.”

You had no clue what she had meant by that. Jacaerys peered back and noticed Aegon with the Stationmaster, taking money from his wallet. “What a good fellow…” You turned, was he paying them because you said something? Was this a way of impressing you? You pondered, at least he was trying to win you over by paying the family of a victim. However, you were married, and one simple act of kindness wouldn’t drive you to infidelity… You weren't like your family.

-

Jacaerys and you were riding in a coach on the journey to his home. You hadn’t spoken much due to the minor trauma you had just endured… And the man you had just met who seemed to fancy you. “Have you known Aegon long?” He chuckled softly, “Did you like him? He's in love with Rhaena.” You weren’t exactly sure why that felt like a nail to your chest. Rhaena was your sister in law's Baela, little sister. She was like a princess, sensitive, excitable, somewhat high-strung, beautiful, it made sense he would love her. 

“Oh…” you paused, trying to once again avoid your thoughts, “But we should be discussing you and Baela.” He groaned and you began to scold him like your son. “What have you got to say for yourself?!” He pleaded with you, “I've said it all--on my knees--in tears . . . Now I need you to say it. I'm going to the office, so you'll have Baela to yourself.” You rolled your eyes, “Don't be home late.” Of course, you had to be the one to mend their relationship. 

-

In your mind the meeting with Baela went rather well. You spent an hour comforting her and letting her cry into your shoulders.  She cried about how she could never forgive him, and she didn’t love him anymore, but you knew it was a lie. You successfully got that information out of her and made her admit it out loud. Jacaerys was rather satisfied with the outcome however, surely it was not going to be that simple for him. Of course, he didn’t deserve simplicity after he disrespected her in such a way.

After that ordeal, you were sitting with Jacaerys's children playing a game with alphabet letters. The peace you had with them was quickly disturbed by Rhaena bursting in the door overly excited about something. You push the alphabet bricks aside and sigh, well that’s the end of that.

“Will you stay for the Bobrishchev's ball, —?” You didn’t enjoy them anymore; it was for young fresh faces to excitedly learn about each other. You were only 24 and yet you felt absolutely decrypted, perhaps due to the fact you married an older man. “Oh… I always feel dull and old at balls.” She scoffed, “How can you ever be dull and old?”

Jacaerys arrived in the doorway and quickly the children bolted over to him. He had come to give you a break and take them away, how sweet. “Tell her she must come to the ball!” He smiled at you mischievously, he knew how much you loathe them. “Of course, she must!” When Jacaerys scurried off you turned your attention toward Rhaena again. 

“I know why you want me to come. You want everyone to be there because you're sure it's going to be your night,” You acted out mock-mysteriousness. “How did you know?” You moved the alphabet bricks around to spell Aegon. “I know everything.” Rhaena glanced down and began joyful nodding. You laughed at her genuinely happy she was still acting as a little girl. It gave you an excuse to reminisce on your old life. 

To be young again…surrounded by that blue mist, like mist on the mountains that clears slowly to reveal the terrifying, beautiful valley you must enter to become grown-up… you were eighteen too, when you got married. Back then, you had your entire life ahead of you and a skip in every step you took. Now, everything is dark around you, all the noise you hear is muffled, and the beautiful valley looks dull and dead. There was a quiet moment of regret that loomed in the air, but you decided to quickly dispel it. 

-

It was late at night, and you were still aimlessly playing with the bricks, too lost in thought to carry yourself to bed. The pleasant clicks are the only sound that remains in the dark home. Your thoughts whirl with the happenings of today, a deceased man on the tracks, a crying Baela whom you have to take care of and a man whose image looked like it was plucked directly out of a book. Were you just as bad as the rest for finding him attractive? No, just as long as you don’t act on it. Except there was something in the back of your head begging for you to. No, you’re too dull to catch his attention anyway… You violently closed your book and decided to sleep these thoughts away.                            

The doorbell ringing caught your attention. You made your way down the stairs in front of the entrance hall. Aegon was let in by a servant, he was completely splattered with snow. “No, Your Excellency. He's just gone up. The Princess retired early. Is there a message you wish for me to deliver?” One of your brother’s servants asked him. 

He glanced up at the top of the stairs and noticed you standing there. For a moment your eyes locked and nothing was said. Everything around you melted away and it was only you gazing at each other. 

As Aegon looked up at the top of the staircase, he saw you standing there, illuminated by the silver light of the full moon. Your hair was gently rustling in the cool night breeze, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. You were beautiful, and there was an air of mystery about you that made him want to know more.

You stood there with a grace that took his breath away. Your figure was draped in a flowing gown that seemed to shine in the moonlight, and the sight of you took his breath away. As he approached, he couldn't help but feel his heart racing faster with every step he took.

There was something about you that made him feel like he had known you for his entire life, even though they had just met. And as he looked into your eyes, he saw a spark that ignited his heart. He wanted to speak to you, to get to know you better.

Aegon felt himself lost in the moment, captured by the enchantment of the moon and the beauty of your presence. He knew that this feeling he had was something special. And with a deep sense of longing, he realized that he had fallen in love with you.

He was haunting you like a ghost. His very existence was temptation into sin, and you were no sinner. Aegon opened his mouth to speak but you quickly turned and ran up the stairs. His lightened eyes turned dark, “no, I don’t have a message.” 

-

As you looked at herself in the mirror, you felt a sense of disappointment wash over. The long black gown you had painstakingly chosen for the ball now looked drab and frumpy. Your hair, which you had styled into an elegant updo, seemed flat and lifeless. Even your makeup, which you had meticulously applied to highlight your best features, failed to hide the dark circles around your eyes.

But it wasn't just your appearance that made you hesitate. The thought of being in a crowded ballroom, surrounded by younger and more vibrant people, filled you with dread. You didn't feel like dancing or socializing, and the idea of making small talk with strangers for hours on end made you feel exhausted.

Despite your doubts, however, a part of you still longed for a touch of glamour and romance. You remembered how much you had enjoyed attending balls in your youth, twirling around the dance floor in a cloud of taffeta and lace. Maybe tonight, you told yourself, you could recapture some of that magic, just for a little while.

With a deep breath, you straightened your shoulders and picked up your clutch. You knew the night ahead wouldn't be easy, but perhaps it would be worth it, if only to remind yourself that you still had a spark of youth inside.

Once you arrived you realized how gilded an affair it was. Each guest was welcomed by a hostess and dancing had quickly started, a waltz. You stood at the corner of the room observing the people dancing and chatting… people watching was an interesting hobby. Thinking of how other people had their own lives, experiences, thoughts, and dramas eased your own suffering. 

Rhaena entered last to make a big show of her arrival. For a moment the crowd ceased and watched her float down the stairs. She was a proper lady, it seemed everything had come together for her. Her hair, her skin, her dress, and her moment. She was practically radiating happiness so you couldn’t help but smile and nod for encouragement.

You continued surveying the room, casually scanning the crowd for any sign of the man you were seeking, with his striking silver hair and enigmatic gaze. Your demeanor was cool and detached, as if you were indifferent to his presence, but inwardly your heart raced with anticipation. As you searched, your thoughts drifted, pondering the possibility of love at first sight. Despite your brief encounters, Aegon had left an indelible impression on you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were meant to be together… You were delusional and married, you told yourself. He was Rhaena’s and tonight was for her. 

“He’s here somewhere.” Jacaerys voice pulled you out of your daze. “Who is here?” He chuckled before raising his glass to his mouth, “Aegon, of course.” You scoffed, “his whereabouts matter not to me.” 

“They obviously matter to Rhaena.” He hummed by your side and watched her skip towards you both. Rhaena approached with a wide smile plastered on her face. “How are you, Jace?” He proudly stated, “Thanks to —, I am a changed man. Would you like to dance?” As he smirked, her face fell flat. “No! Ask your sister.” 

“I don’t… really…” Before you could finish your sentence, you noticed Aegon approaching. Your heart began to race, and the room slowly closed in on you. No! This was Rhaena’s lover not yours. “Come on then, little brother!” You snatched Jacaerys’s arm and twirled him onto the floor. 

Right as Aegon was about to bow you were whisked away from him once more. He doesn’t notice Rhaena staring at him like he is the king of Russia either. His eyes follow you all the way to the middle of the floor. “W-would you like to dance?” His attention is still on you as he answers, “Of course” With a fake smile on his face he takes Rhaena onto the floor and into the waltz.  

The entire waltz your eyes kept meeting with his. You could not escape him no matter how hard you tried. You successfully managed to avoid changing partners and dragging your brother along against his will. At last, you can no longer see him, so you relinquish Jace from your grasp and move out of the crowds. 

The night does not get easier for you. Your eyes peer up to the balcony where Aegon has escaped. You had hoped he wouldn’t catch you staring but it seemed he was already staring first. You turn and go towards the bar where Jacaerys has been talking to hostesses and further dishonoring his family, most likely. You gaze up at the balcony once more, but Aegon was not there. 

You look for him among the dancers until a voice from your side startles you. “Dance with me.” He demanded, Aegon didn’t have the restraint to pretend to be asking. Your surprise at his behest was not easily hidden. “I am not used to being spoken to like that by a man I met once at a railway station.” He let out a sigh, “I dare say, if you do not dance with me then I’m leaving and going to bed early.” You ponder for a moment, this is Rhaena’s crush, this is her night, this is her moment… “I’ll dance with you for Rhaena’s sake.” 

Rhaena was watching the crowd like a hawk waiting for Aegon to emerge. Until she saw it and was completely taken aback. You two were hand in hand waltzing across the floor. You said something and he laughed, he said something, and you covered your mouth to smile. You were blossoming in front of her eyes… He twirled you and you came smiling into his arms. There was no way this was happening… 

The room around you was elegantly decorated with soft, warm lighting that cast a gentle glow over everything. The sound of a faint orchestra playing waltz music filled the air, adding to the magic of the moment. The conversation between you two flowed perfectly as if you had known him all your life. 

As Aegon and you danced, your eyes were locked intently onto each other, and it would feel as though you were the only two people in the room. All of your surroundings melted away, leaving only you two standing in a quiet, intimate bubble. The sensation was both exhilarating and calming at the same time, like you were soaring above the world and yet completely grounded in the moment.

As you moved around the room, you felt completely at ease in Aegon's arms, as if you had been dancing together for years. You were smiling openly, feeling completely vulnerable and yet entirely safe with him. It was like a moment of complete surrender, where you allowed yourself to be swept away by the music, the moment, and the man holding you.

There was no need for words - no need for anything but the music and the twirl of your bodies as you moved together. It was simply a moment of pure joy and connection, where everything else faded away or frozen in time and nothing mattered except the two of you dancing in perfect harmony.

One of the hosts announced the time to switch partners and so you did unwillingly. Your eyes trailed back to him as he did yours. Whatever drunken trance you were in came to a halt when you looked at Rhaena. She was staring at you confusingly along with several other members of court completely sobering you up. As the partners switched again you felt panic set in and your breath became heavy. 

You ruined it, you ruined Rhaena’s night. The walls in the room started to close in on you, slowly suffocating you. Everything that left you in a daze now was making you panic. It felt as if you were drowning in a sea of people, noise, and lights. Your head began to spin and an ache that wouldn’t go away beat at your skull. What would your husband say? What if he found out you were enjoying time with another man? What did all the people of the court think? 

Your hands began to tremble as your partner spun you to another person. Your heart palpated to the best of the music. More eyes were on you, furrowed brows and questioning gazes blocking your vision. You forcefully broke free of the grasp your partner had on you and took off towards the exit. 

The cool air from the snow surrounded your body and took away its heat. The quiet sounds of the wind light blowing eased the intense beating of your heart. A few deep breaths pulled you out of your head and back into the moment… It was time to go home.

Except the man that haunts you wasn’t letting you go that easily. You glanced behind you at the sound of the door being shut. Good gods, there was no escape for you. His good eye was plastered with worry and his other had a subtle sheen to it. “Are you alright? Did something happen?” He took three steps towards you until stood right in front of you. The skirt of your dress touching his legs. “N… No, I just needed air.” 

One more step forward and your bodies were nearly pressed against each other. Your eyes widened and the racing of heart began again. Although this time it was not out of sheer panic. “I do not wish to see you so distressed after being with me.” You stepped forward and grabbed him by the wrists. Your thumb gently rubbing his hands, “No! Not you at all!” You spoke a little too loudly eliciting a smile from him. Your eyes trailed down to your shoes, “My apologies. I just meant my time with you was the opposite of distressing.” 

A finger to your chin turned your gaze back up to him. Your gut twisted around itself trying to keep your nerves at bay. “I enjoyed it too.” 

As you stood in the dimly lit balcony, the air electric with anticipation, your eyes locked in a silent conversation of mutual desire. Aegon took one step closer, inhaling deeply the scent of your jasmine perfume mixed with your natural perfume. Your nervousness was palpable as he gently reached out to lift a strand of your hair running down her face. With a slight smile, “your hands are gentler than I imagined.” 

As his lips drew closer, your breaths quickened, hot and labored. “Only to those I desire.” The world around you once again melted away while you were in his arms. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips finally met, tentatively at first, then with an urgency that surprised you both. The touch of his mouth sent a shiver down your spine as you leaned into each other, deepening the kiss. Time seemed to stand still for those few precious, unforgettable moments, each touch and sensation seared into your memories forever.

Until you heard a gasp and turned to see the look of betrayal and disgust on Rhaena’s face. Accompanied by a supremely amused grin on your brother's face. It was as if he was saying ‘Good job! You’re just as bad as the rest of us.’

You didn’t say any goodbyes. You quite literally ran off with Jacaerys right behind you.  It was your greatest flaw; you ran when faced with conflict. Once he caught up to you, he chose to spend the night laughing and reveling in your mistake that was just as bad as his own.

 Though he did his best to reassure you. “It was nothing but girlish affections that weren’t reciprocated, she’ll be over it in a moon.” This was quickly followed by, “it is no wonder you seek out affections from dashing officers considering your husband is a dull cunt who doesn’t fuck you.” That gained him a slap which he quickly recovered from. “I'm just saying dear sister, unlike many you have more reason than most to make a little lapse in judgment. Do not fret over it anymore. I'll handle this like you handled me.” 

“You’re a horrible influence. This is precisely why Luke and Joffrey are no longer allowed to visit without mother.” In the eyes of many you had dishonored your husband and yourself… In the eyes of many you were a bad friend, sister-in-law, wife, daughter and mother. It was too embarrassing to stay here any longer. So, you did what you did best and ran away. 

-

The train carriage was dimly lit by a small lap you were using for “reading.” Your mind was unable to take in any word you read. You flipped the page back over and let out a sigh trying to focus. 

Your gaze moved to the window, a sudden chill creeping down your spine. You could not see the outside, only the betrayed face of Rhaena. The guilt was slowly eating you alive leaving no room for forgiveness. Why did you do that? A question you had repeatedly asked yourself and the answer your heart gave was not good enough. 

You did it because it felt good. You did it because you felt like yourself again. You did it because he was enjoyable to be around. You did it because you liked him. Your heart proved itself to be selfish and inconsiderate. It wasn’t right but it didn’t feel wrong until the end… Your emotional turmoil could no longer be chalked up to your “mental ailments”. It was just you this time, only — digging herself an early grave.   

The train clanked to a halt at a little station where you are to change cars. Everyone began to emerge from the carriage and into the fresh, cold air of Moscow. The wind blew snowflakes on your skin reminding you that you’re almost home. Here and there, people are talking, smoking and laughing and you feel a little better. 

Peace was obviously not something you could hold onto as a man in a greatcoat and military cap emerged from the gloom. Your breath hitched in your throat as he saluted you. With a genuine grin, “Can I be of service to you?” You breathlessly replied, “Aegon? I didn’t know you were… Why are you leaving?” 

“You know why. I have to be where you are.” The boldness of this man perplexed you. Your shock turned to fake anger, “This is wrong. If you're a good man, forget everything that happened, as I will.” He stepped closer, “I'll never forget a single thing about you, not a word, not a gesture—” You quickly spun on your heels before any more mistakes could be made. “Please behave.” You quickly ran into the train car and locked yourself in a carriage; alone.

-

You didn’t sleep well that night. Your thoughts were too focused on the man in a few carriages away from you. As the train pulled into the icy St. Petersburg train station, you peered out your window, anxiously scanning the platform for any sign of your husband Aemond. The snow was falling in thick flakes, muffling the sounds of the bustling station and adding an eerie hush to the air. As the train came to a halt, you scrambled to gather your belongings, your heart pounding with anticipation and a creeping sense of unease.

Stepping off the train, the frigid air hit you like a wave, and you shivered despite your heavy coat and scarf. Your eyes scanned the crowded platform, searching for Aemond’s familiar face amidst the throngs of people. Suddenly, you spotted him, standing stoically among the bustling crowd. Relief washed over you, but as you made your way towards him, an unfamiliar feeling of disquiet grew in the pit of your stomach.

As you drew nearer to him, you tried to push the feeling aside and embrace the warmth of his arms. But as you stood there in the chill of the St. Petersburg train station, your mind couldn’t help but wonder what other anxieties may lie ahead. “How is Jaehaerys?” You pulled away from him. He lightly chuckled to himself, “oh? is that all I get? Yes, he's quite well.”

“Brother.” As you embrace your husband, feeling safe and content in his arms, you suddenly hear a familiar voice coming from behind. It's the voice of the man you kissed, and it catches you off guard, sending a wave of anxiety and nervousness through your body. “Aegon. What are you doing here?” 

You try to maintain composure and behave as normally as possible, forcing yourself not to turn around and face him. Instead, you cling tightly to your husband's side, relying on his steady presence to keep you grounded. “My station has recently been moved. I’ll be staying here for a while.” 

“Hmm.” As you stand there, your mind racing with the possibilities and implications of the situation, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You know that you need to act carefully and avoid any suspicious behavior that might give away your secret. “Did you have a good journey Madame?” 

Despite the fear and discomfort that is coursing through your veins, you take deep, calming breaths and keep your gaze fixed on Aegon. “Yes, quite comfortable, officer.” Aemond tensed as he stared in his brother's eyes. “I have to get back to the committee… it was good to see you.” 

He turned to walk you back in the direction of your home and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “The pleasure was all mine, brother!” His grip on your hand tightened and you swore you saw his jaw clench. 

You glanced back one more time to see a grin you could only describe as mischievous gracing his features. He spoke no words, but his body told a thousand. Aegon would not behave so long as he was in St. Petersburg. 

[sforzesco]

i think you said in response to a previous ask that octavian and antony are a Worse version of the brutus and cassius gladiator-statesman dynamic, and that octavian and agrippa are a different thing that wasn't relevant at the moment. i was wondering if you meant that octavian and agrippa are a thing outside the gladiator statesman dynamic (and if so, any ideas on why that is?) or that they were a different version of that dynamic?

also, this is the same anon who asked about using some of your quotes in a presentation! it ended up going pretty well considering most people there weren't unwell about dead romans!

octavian and agrippa are thing outside of that dynamic! this is, ofc, a YMMV type of thing, this is very much getting into creative/thematic nonsense that I like to play with as someone who makes comics

but basically the cut off for the statesman-gladiator/politician-warrior dynamic is philippi. things get hazy leading up to philippi because julius caesar has already eroded a core element to rome's structure, which is that it's made HIM the focus point of politics. there is no longer room for horizontal alliances of power amongst men vying for prestige, there is only room for vertical loyalty (so like, a more extreme version of patronage and bossism politics) (and disloyalty! because you get stabbed if you make people unhappy!! you make your body one with the state and people will let you know what they think of you. and the state.)

Antony, Fulvia, and the Ghost of Clodius in 47 BC, Kathryn E Welch

so by the time octavian wins, standing on top of everyone else, the general power structure of rome has changed and it's not going back. it looks the same, and people are going 'nooooo it's still a republic, LOOKS like the republic!' while dragging around decayed corpse, but it's different.

Caligula, Aloys Winterling

octavian and agrippa are co regents, with octavian as the clear head of state and agrippa, who is borderline unwell in his devotion to octavian, and somehow it worked for them. like, for them specifically it balanced out into a partnership.

Ancestor Masks and Aristocratic Power in Roman Culture, Harriet I Flower

in theory, this kind of dynamic (with a domestic politician and a general to enact imperialist policy) would be the blue print that would continue down, and boy did they try. tiberius and sejanus. caligula and macro. good grief. the system of relationships and obligations that allowed this kind of dynamic to show up frequently in the republic falls apart here because power corrupts, baby, and with a state assuming a body, there's no way that power is going distribute itself. everyone is going to want to be that body. except agrippa, who was devoted to octavian, but you can't. replicate that kind of intimacy even if you want to.

so it LOOKS like a statesman-gladiator dynamic, but they're really just co regents in practice, but the actual framework is closer to a king and his knight. they are also. incest adjacent. ground zero for the incest circus that happens later? or maybe something else.

basically the logic for that is the way that octavian kept trying to get agrippa into the family tree to make agrippa his heir prompted this kind of. increasingly more insular behavior. AND THIS TOO

Ancestor Masks and Aristocratic Power in Roman Culture, Harriet I Flower

additionally, I think proximity to octavian-imperial rome dooms a lot of people. agrippa dies before octavian, tiberius' character goes on a definitive downward arc. brother-pairs as rulers, caligula's hellenistic tendencies and the incest allegations with his sisters, the twin-ification of pairs--

Tiberius and the Heavenly Twins, Edward Champlin

--agrippina and nero. Everything Nero Was Doing With Masks And Theater Sure Was Weird. there's a kind of house dynamic going on with imperial rome, but the whole thing is a mouth eating itself. rot. pater patriae. in a permanent state of digestion. etc/

that last one is a thought I'm work shopping, but basically to me all of this is a worse version of the statesman/gladiator dynamic because of the concentration of power.

[adini-nikolaevna]

What do you think of the engagement rumors between Olga Nikolaevna and Dmitry Pavlovich, and if they had come to fruition, what would their married life be like? It's clear to me that Dmitri was no good for a girl like her

Hi! I think they were probably just rumors, although several individuals claimed that Olga was “betrothed” to Dmitri in June of 1912. Dmitri was very close to the imperial family, of course, but one of Nicholas II’s biographers speculates that Dmitri’s dislike of Rasputin may have been a factor in the presumable non-engagement. Had they married, I suspect that you are correct, and that Olga probably would have been unhappy even though she wished to marry a Russian and remain in her home country.

[risingsouls]

Has Nabooru ever met any member of the Cold family? How did it go? How does she feel about them?

[Besides Frieza? Yeah, she met King Cold and Cooler like... probably at least twice after Frieza elevated her to serving him alongside Zarbon and Dodoria (idk what their rank is...I think I used to but either way, Nabooru hated it so). I've really only given the first meeting much thought in which Frieza basically wanted to show off his new toy to his daddy and brother and it was zero fun for Nabooru. In short, Frieza tossed around the idea of giving Nabooru to King Cold as a gift, King Cold was a creep, and Cooler was...well Cooler and was already unhappy about having to be around Frieza, and immediately disliked Nabooru on sight just for the fact that she served Frieza so closely (as in, he likely figured she was just as much of a sycophant as Zarbon and Dodoria). I think I had Cooler be petty about King Cold moving him so Nabooru could sit next to him instead and he snapped her ankle with his tail under the table 😅.

So, in short, the meeting did not go well.

As far as how she feels about them, she's absolutely not a fan. Not just for her meetings with them, but for what they've done to the universe. She is very much against imperialism so their desire to rule the universe isn't going to sit well with her. If she REALLY had to pick one of them to spend any amount of time with, it would probably be Cooler simply because he might be the biggest Frieza hater out there and she can appreciate that.]

[vidumavi]

If you ever want to elaborate about Berúthiel, please do! Your thoughts are so elegant and interesting

-@outofangband

I do want to talk about Berúthiel i love her so much. Thank you for the ask <3

At first, she's set up to be a fairly ordinary tragedy- a girl is married off into an unhappy marriage to a royal from elsewhere for the sake of political alliance, her only purpose from then on is producing heirs. She hates her husband, she hates the kingdom she was shipped off to where everyone thinks she's strange and foreign. That's a sad story but it's ultimately one among many sad stories like it.

Except somehow, she either genuinely has a gift for sorcery or is cunning enough to make people believe she does (or to play into rumours that already existed). She also decides to lean into her anger rather than try to assimilate or garner people's favour- not an easy thing to commit to, since she's trapped at the mercy of her husband with no means of escape, but she returns everyone's scorn tenfold and builds a reputation that makes people afraid enough to still whisper her name thousands of years later. Maybe they called her evil and a witch from the beginning and she thought I will be ten times worse than you think me and took it as a challenge rather than a reason to grovel. Maybe she set out from the beginning with the plan to make them suffer her presence if she had to suffer theirs, I don't know; I do know that she managed to snatch the one thing from her husband that he needed her for: somehow, through all their years of marriage, there are no heirs, though nobody knows why (cat-based sorcery is suggested). She claws back (ha) an outrageous amount of agency for someone in her position.

(Not even the political alliance plan works out because her husband's successor conquers Umbar where she likely came from 20ish years later. That's another thing: she had to marry into a family she probably knew was a danger to her home)

I think her husband tried to kill her. He has plausible deniability, sure, but I don't think you put someone notoriously hostile to all things ocean on a boat and send her out to sea if you're trying to facilitate a safe journey (sidenote: I think it's interesting how she hated the sea her whole life and then she's put out to sea in what might have been a murder attempt. I like to think there was some foresight involved). Nobody knows for sure what happened to her, except that she was last seen at sea, but she doesn't die in Gondor, that's why i called her a haunting without a ghost: her name (a name that was likely given to her after she moved to Gondor) remains until the 4th age (forever tainting the name of the royal family a little, forever referencing an episode that heavily features Gondor's racism and imperialism (and like, misogyny in general). I think she'd be very uncomfortable for some of them to sincerely think about, which is part of why she's vilified so much) but she herself did escape in the end.

[onefieshoneend]

does anyone else feel like they're being driven absolutely insane by this increasingly popular and palpable narrative that women were PRIVILEGED by the marriage system because we didn't have to work??

Even the leftie people who oppose this narrative do so on the grounds that some marriages were abusive or that trads are lame or whatever don't take into account the seriousness of the claims being made when someone says that women were PRIVILEGED by not being allowed to work.

Because not only is that decidedly untrue and the vast majority of women around the world did unorganised paid labour + child care+ domestic care- the reason that the patriarchal system kept all women financially dependent on men is NOT because it saw women as too delicate to actually work. That is a patriarchal myth that people are taking at face value - something that people across the political spectrum are doing more and more often.

The actual reason women were kept financially servile was so they could be forced into marriages with men- marriages that came with the condition of the woman providing sexual and reproductive services in exchange for financial security. ALL women- no matter how rich and white and privileged, no matter how poor and marginalized- lost all bodily autonomy upon entering marriage and were the property of husbands fullstop.

The 2 main reasons this system is not seen as the master-slave dynamic it really is:

The deeply interpersonal nature of women's oppression leads people to believe that patriarchy is a system that just forced people into unhappy heterosexual arrangements, not a male supremacist one that forced women into subjugation under men.

The fact that the family is a PRODUCT of women's oppression and thus continues that very oppression shows itself in this way: a lot of women did "love" their chief oppressors, their owners (husbands/father's/etc)- bc they were brainwashed into accepting their slavery as their womanly role required to recieve romantic and familial love-by their families (which: formed off of women's oppression, formed to keep women as private property, thus will continue this property-owner relationship).

Everyone is psychologically impacted by their oppressions but women more so because they have always been born into THE system of their subjugation and yet do not see this system as an oppressive force despite the very real violence it has enacted because the people maintaining this system have been called family, not "outside" forces of colonialism or imperialism but people who birth us and raise us.

[inquisitorius-sin-bin]

Inquisitorius-Sin-Bin's Fic Masterlist

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Grand Inquisitor x Reader Fics:

Comparative Anatomy: 4,001 Words, Rated E

Unravelling the evolutionary history of humanoid species across the galaxy has long been your passion, but a particular species has become of great interest to you. Perhaps it is the unique glimpse into the biology of an ancient, long-extinct species that they offer. Or, as the Grand Inquisitor suggests - maybe something more basal within you motivates your research. You're going to need to revise all those papers you've written after this encounter...

Whiskey and Teeth: 5,192 Words, Rated E

The Devil-Man at the bar told you not to do it, too bad you never listen. Your reckless ways are going to catch up with you one of these days, and you're going to find out the hard way - the Grand Inquisitor always gets the job done.

Blowing Cover: 7,341 Words, Rated E

You've always wanted to see the galaxy, and your line of work gets it done. Not the career you ostensibly hold, but the contract work you perform for the Imperial Security Bureau.

This latest assignment is a trickier task than the rest. Untangling an entire network takes more time and finesse than you're used to. When your updates begin to falter, you're due a visit from an unhappy employer.

The price of failure is higher than you're willing to pay, but then again, you are very good at what you do.

Canto Bites: 8,826 Words, Rated E

You never forgot the names and faces of the Jedi family that you lost. Each day you live on, making it your mission in life to avenge your fallen brethren. Tonight you have a spectacular plot in the works, with your prized stallion at the very center of it. Everything is going according to plan, until an unexpected arrival turns into a deeply intimate encounter. How far are you willing to go for one more moment with someone that you've loved and lost? Even if you know the atrocities they've committed against your own kind...

Studied and Praised + Sequel Explored and Worshiped: 32,789 Words, Rated E

You've spent your entire life as the most overlooked member of the royal family, but you have plans to change that. Once your designs have been realized, you will truly be the heir to your father's Empire. There is only one obstacle standing in your way. Surely you won't allow him to become your undoing, or will you?

Sentimental (Ongoing): 6,806 Words, Rated E

Even those left at the Jedi Temple can feel the heavy cost of the Clone Wars. Fear, loss, uncertainty- although the Order has methods for dealing with such emotions, anxiety has you analyzing your surroundings, constantly on the lookout for the next threat.

A seemingly innocuous action becomes an obsession. Seeking guidance, you are drawn to the chambers of your old Master. Attachment is not the Jedi way, but could it be the Force itself guiding you along this path?

One Temple Guard might be able to lend you an answer.

Ride or Die + Sequel Fly or Fall + Appendix (Ongoing): 248,403 Words, Rated E

It has been seventeen years since your rebirth on the plains of Utapau. An orphaned child with nowhere else to go, you were adopted by your clan leader Drago and his mate Bolen, who made you their own daughter through the unique tattooing rituals of the surface-dwelling Pau'an.

Now you lead a group of your kin to trade with a neighboring clan, when you come across a lone stranger riding across the grasslands. Nothing about him makes sense, least of all the marks he bears on his forehead in conflict with the symbols he carries on his shoulders.

You must guide him on his mission, while you ponder the secrets of his past that might just align with yours, and balance the survival of your small clan amongst two powerful opposing forces.

Other Fics:

Dr. Victre: 14,200 Words, Rated T

Unfinished series published back in 2016/2017, back when there were only 4 canon inquisitors. The lore is severely out-of-date, so if this series is continued, it will be a reboot. But! I have heard from others that the work has merit, so I will continue to keep it linked here.

[utilitycaster]

Im very very intrigued by your take on wisdom being the more arrogant stat. Is your thinking that wisdom is more ‘inherant’ while intelligence is typically earned? Please elaborate!!

Not quite about what's earned vs. inherent and more about where these types of arrogance draws the line.

In real life, while I’ve run into no small number of immensely arrogant academics, nothing will ever exceed the smugness of people who claim to be “empaths” while generally being insufferable black holes of energy and time. At least the academics are correct some of the time. Having good insight is all well and good but if instead of using that simply to inform your interactions with that person, you act like you know what’s best for them…that’s a level of arrogance that intellectual snobbery can never, in my mind, achieve.

To use the examples I gave - I think Percy is, to be clear, a hugely arrogant prick (honorific), and I think Keyleth is typically a more well-intentioned person than he. But I also think that Keyleth does, for example, tend to operate on a sense of legacy that presumes a thousand-plus year lifespan, and doesn’t really think through the fact that Percy is someone who’d be lucky to live a century and who has spent his entire adult life assuming he is the sole survivor of his family line. It’s not that Percy’s actions are good; but they are understandable, and he is coming from a very different place than Keyleth. And it’s Percy who’s able to point this out.

This is also true of Caduceus, who of the Mighty Nein has very little life experience, but does tend to assume he knows what’s best for people. He is, as I’ve discussed many times, a quietly deeply arrogant character. Many of his banger lines absolutely don’t land with the target - “rest well with your poor decisions” is hilarious but judgmental and completely misses Fjord’s objectives; his line to Trent flies so far from the mark he may as well not have said anything at all. He’s not wrong, per se…but he assumes everyone operates on the same principles he does.

I think while the flaw of intelligent characters is often to assume their knowledge surpasses that of other people, the flaw of wise characters is often to assume that their perspective is objectively the right one. And the thing is, an INT 20 wizard probably does know way more than other people, whereas a WIS 20 cleric probably doesn’t have a universal perspective. Wise characters often don’t know what they don’t know, and intelligent characters often do.

I should point out - in Worlds Beyond Number, this observation concerned a fey-influenced girl with anti-magic abilities who had a job with a weird and unpleasant hedge mage. Suvi, a wizard of the Citadel and essentially the adoptive daughter of someone important within the Empire, suggests she go to the Citadel for opportunities. Ame, a witch from a small town, opposes this in part because she (with a good insight check) realizes that the girl is not unhappy in her role, which Suvi does look down upon. The thing is…neither of them know what will be best for her! They both assume they’re right, and they’re both well-intentioned. But Ame fucks it up specifically by telling Suvi that she (Suvi) had opportunities this girl would not - which may or may not be true (it’s genuinely not made clear). Both Suvi and Ame make a ton of presumptions here, but Ame is the one who specifically assumes Suvi is wrong.

This also happens to tie into another common thing about WBN: While for narrative reasons I do expect the Empire to be a deeply flawed and well, imperial thing, I’ve already seen so much that’s just people knee-jerk hearing “empire” and losing any sense of nuance and analysis. It’s simply not possible yet to have any meaningful discussion of the actual flaws in the specific society in question. We’ve really only seen Suvi, who is, I should note, arrogant, but also at most 20 years old and a wizard prodigy who was orphaned at the age of six by parents who died for the Empire, and that should be taken into account. Which kind of gets back to the main point! A lot of people who I think would consider themselves insightful and empathetic tend to also go off gut feelings instead of actually exploring the reality of a scenario.

[joachimnapoleon]

“This even seems a bit like pimping.”

But the princely couple in which he will be most interested is that of Joachim Murat and Caroline, the most ambitious of Napoleon's sisters with Élisa. “Impressive in her pretensions,” Claire de Rémusat says of her, still dreaming of a throne as the Grand Duchess of Berg at the beginning of the Empire. At odds with Talleyrand, she very quickly sensed the services that Fouché could render her and entered into his intimacy. "She bound him to her by a host of little confidences," Madame de Rémusat goes on to say. Fouché allows himself to be approached with pleasure and does not miss an opportunity to be useful to her by placing his proteges in her service: "I am too zealous to do what can be useful to Your Imperial Highness,” he wrote to her about one of them. “[…] I will eagerly seize the first favorable opportunity.” There are a thousand of other such examples like this. He flatters the wife, but he also flatters the husband. We will never know how far this man's indulgence went when it was useful to his interests. In August 1805, he certainly acted as intermediary between Murat and the beautiful Juliette Récamier, Madame de Staël's friend, who turned all heads and in whom Napoleon's brother-in-law took a close interest. Lucien had already fallen in love with her at the start of the Consulate. It nearly became a family affair. We find in the private letters of Fouché to Murat sentences of this kind: “I have undertaken to fulfill the mission that Your Highness has entrusted to me. I presented my compliments to Mme R[écamier]. She sent me a letter in reply, which I have the honor to address to you.” This even seems a bit like pimping. At the same time, the former member of the Convention did everything to persuade the beautiful Juliette to enter the service of Caroline Murat, who at the time already had a court and "ladies for accompaniment." It would have made the husband's business easier. He would not succeed, despite the arrangement of a timely visit by Juliette Récamier to the Château de Neuilly where Caroline Murat was then residing. It never ends with Fouché. For years he would shower Caroline with praise, especially from 1808, when she became Queen of Naples. "She is further embellished on the throne and she knows how to spread charms, even in the circles of her court," he wrote to her husband in 1809. “We hope she does not quite become Neapolitan, and keeps a memory for the Parisians who think a lot about her and who will miss her all their lives.” As he moves away from Joséphine, he gets closer to the Murats, who detest her. They took his side strongly in the divorce affair, and Joachim did not miss an opportunity to support him with Napoleon. Caroline will be flattered to have as sister-in-law a descendant of one of the great sovereign houses of Europe. This will bolster her ambitions. In Fouché's eyes, Murat is popular and easy to maneuver. From 1807 and again in the last months of 1808, he was for him the ideal candidate, if by chance Napoleon were to die in Spain. When Murat came to the throne of Naples in August, he orchestrated a veritable propaganda campaign to his glory in the press. This will also be complained of in the entourage of Napoleon. “Fouche said loudly that he alone could succeed the Emperor, that he alone would inspire the necessary fear in Europe; that he alone enjoyed the confidence of the military.” For his part, the new King of Naples has every reason to be unhappy. He wanted to be king in Poland in 1807, then king of Spain in 1808. Naples is for him only a last resort, at worst a measure of separation. He also complains of being kept on the margin by Napoleon, who does not let him govern as he pleases, and Caroline continues to stir up his ambition. But Murat is only one card in Fouché's game. He is a joker in the event of a hard blow.

—Emmanuel de Waresquiel, Fouché: Les silences de la pieuvre, 2014.

[litcityblues]

'Komarr' --A Review

I've switched over to book books for the last couple of volumes for the Vorkosigan Saga and Komarr was the first volume where I had to force myself to slow down and actually immerse myself in the writing- the tone shift begun in Memory kicks into full swing with this novel and for a while, I didn't know how I felt about it, but by the end of the story, I was fully onboard with it.

Komarr opens with newly minted Imperial Auditor Miles Vorkosigan investigating an accident with one of the terraforming mirrors that are vital to Komarr’s ongoing terraforming efforts– they want to figure out whether it was an accident or something more sinister. He is accompanied by an older auditor, Lord Vorthys who takes him to meet with the family of his niece, Ekaterin. She is married to a Tien Vorsoisson, who is high up in the ranks of the Terraforming effort and is desperately unhappy. Her husband has a degenerative illness that he is concealing from other Barrayarans due to social stigma about the disease that persists from their ‘Time of Isolation’-- he’s been telling her that he has been saving up money to pay for treatment for the disease, but Ekaterin comes to find out he’s been recklessly gambling all their money on Komarran share companies and realizes that something deeper is at work here.

Miles is in an awkward position. The Vorkosigan name isn’t exactly welcome on Komarr- as his father, Aral is generally seen as ‘The Butcher of Komarr’ thanks to getting the blame for an infamous massacre following Barryar’s invasion and he’s also still learning the ropes as an Imperial Auditor and trying to understand where and when he can bring his limitless authority to bear and when he can’t. He is immediately taken with Ekaterin and the two develop something of a connection, which they both take pains to confine within the social propriety expected of two members of the Vor class- so nothing inappropriate happens.

Unfortunately, however, he discovers that there is a conspiracy and that Ekaterin’s husband, Tien is tied up in it– and gets murdered as a result. (To his credit, Miles has to struggle with this a bit, because he’s falling very hard for Ekaterin and has to fight back a certain amount of self-serving happiness that the husband is out of the way.) Miles soon gets to the root of the conspiracy: Komarrans have developed a device to shut off wormhole access to Barrayar and with Komarr being the only access point to the galactic wormhole network for Barrayar that would mean condemning the planet to a return to the Time of Isolation again.

They stop the conspiracy just in time. Ekaterin begins her period of official mourning (one year for Vor widows) and heads back to Barrayar with her son, Nikki. Miles, still very much head over heels for her, vows to bide his time and wait.

Overall: This is the first Vorkosigan book to directly switch POVs– going back and forth between Ekaterin and Miles over the course of the book, so the shift in tone that was seen in Memory (where Miles is introspective, feeling older, working through an identity crisis with the loss of his Admiral Naismith persona, etc) continues here. Miles is finding his way as an Imperial Auditor, but he’s also feeling the tug of age and responsibility and wanting to settle down and find someone to be Countess Vorkosigan.  That’s not a new thing for him, but Eli Quinn turned him down. Elena got married. Taura is not an option for various reasons– he keeps being unlucky in love and now, meeting Ekaterin, he knows he’s got to proceed carefully again.

I really like how the relationship between the two of them develops. Way back when at the start of the series– and maybe this is down to it being an audiobook and not a book book version– but in Shards of Honor, I always thought the romance between Cordelia and Aral seemed a little abrupt in many ways. Miles and Ekaterin are going to grow organically, it seems and will take a while to come to fruition and I like that. I like that we got to spend time on Komarr but more importantly, I love that this series- even 12 volumes in, continues to surprise me. My Grade: **** out of ****.

[irithnova]

One thing about Mongolia is that he's weirdly paranoid of people stealing shit from him. Which you wouldn't really expect because he's on the more generous/hospitable side when it comes to nation cultural norms. But I just think it's so funny. For example Mongolians stereotype Tuvans to be livestock thieves and Mongolia probably like. Mongolsplains to Tuva about how it's okay that he has a stealing problem but the first step is admitting it y'know :/

And then I heard there was some controversy about a Mongolian dude like, basically abandoning his entire life behind to go and live with the Dukha reindeer herding people. Yeah Mongolia is probably side eyeing Dukha rn like "stop luring my citizens away" (it literally happened once and he left because he wanted to).

Going even further back in history, he was very anal about this towards the Oirats and Manchuria LMAO. With the Oirats, he basically excluded Oirat groups from ever being able to take the title Khan so any attempt from the Oirats of taking power was basically them trying to steal his power away from him!! Yeah the Oirats being unhappy totally had nothing to do with your chauvinistic outlook on non-Mongol groups and being reduced to marriage partners for your royal family but ok Mr Mongolia. I mean from a nation perspective it makes sense he did this (nations pursuing their own interests) but I find it funny how he had to kind of bite his tongue a bit when the Oirat-Mongol code came out in 1640 which made their relationship a liiitle more equal.

With Manchuria, yeah Mongolia literally accused Manchuria of stealing his whole culture and still does. Which I guess is understandable to an extent when you realise that Manchurians are sedentary and have never lived in Yurts but suddenly Manchuria has an "imperial Yurt" and is bugging Mongolia for approval but... Mongolia you were also called an annoying upstart and uncultured/culture stealer don't you think you're being a bit hypocritical right now 🤨 Mongolia is still launching accusations @ Manchuria of conspiring with Russia to steal his land.

I've also heard from Mongolians that Mongolians abroad avoid each other because they don't want to risk getting scammed?? Mr Mongolia you are so weirdly paranoid 🤒

In all seriousness I think that the paranoia about shit getting stolen from him has a lot to do with his past. If we go alll the way back to the beginning he started out having close to nothing and was basically at the bottom of the food chain when it came to different steppe peoples, so whatever he did have, he held onto pretty fiercely. And then once he got insanely wealthy he was totally new money about it and yeah you bet your ass he was not living frugally. Dude literally commissioned a fucking huge alcohol fountain which dispensed multiple different types of alcohol. Gaudy and proud baby

And well when we look at more recent history, Inner Mongolia, Buryatia and Tuva used to be a part of his land, and now they're all either in Russia or China. So I'm not surprised he's weirdly paranoid/possessive of what he does have and can be kind of gatekeepy, especially if it has to do with his own history because God knows the amount of insane people trying to appropriate it for their own agendas (if you try to tell him that Genghis Khan had red hair or was Turkish or Kazakh or something he will thwack you)

[empiredesimparte]

Henri: How is Hortense? I heard that the twins had a fight Marie-Joséphine: She is better, I kept her company last night. Louis was hard on her…

Marie-Joséphine: …But I'm going to discuss it with him, I'm sure it's only temporary Henri: That reassures me. Duke Casimir thinks he can do anything since his daughter started seeing our Emperor

Marie-Joséphine: What can we do about him? This man is repugnant to me Henri: It will be difficult to get rid of this family. I insisted to Louis. I told him that he can of course indulge in a few pleasures, but that it's not a girl you marry Marie-Joséphine: I doubt that…

An imperial guard announces the entrance of the Emperor, they cut off their discussion

Napoléon V: Audience is over. Monseigneur Morlot wished to remain to discuss with His Excellency

Marie-Joséphine: How did it go, my dear?

Napoléon V: The Pope wants me to get married as soon as possible, otherwise the coronation will take place in Rome Henri (sighs)

Napoléon V: It's serious, Uncle, I think that an engagement should be enough to negotiate the coronation in Paris

Henri: Louis, marriage is not decided on a whim, it will last all your life. Even if His Holiness is your godfather, you are Emperor of the French by plebiscite, by democracy. We don't need his presence to crown you

Napoléon V: His Holiness was there for Papa's coronation, for my birth, he will probably be there for my wedding. How could he not be at my coronation?

Marie-Joséphine: Your uncle is right, Louis. You've only been seeing Charlotte for a few weeks, and this is your first relationship Henri: Don't take it too much to heart, my boy, or it will break down one day

Napoléon V: Do you have anything against Charlotte? Marie-Joséphine: No, no, Louis. She is a beautiful and intelligent girl. That's not what we mean Napoléon V: Be more precise then Marie-Joséphine (searching for words): The first few weeks of a relationship are not representative of a couple's life. Your partner will have a very particular role, you should not rush. This can make you both unhappy for the rest of your lives

Philippe: Well, they don't seem very enthusiastic indeed Napoléon V: I don't know what to think now Sophie: Give them hell!

Philippe (sighs): Sophie… Sophie (laughs): I don't see what the problem is, our Loulou is the Emperor! And Charlotte would make a fine empress Napoléon V: It's not that simple, it seems

Sophie: Why not ? You've known Charlotte for fifteen years, it's not like it's been a few weeks Napoléon V: That's right, isn't it Philippe? Philippe: No comment

Philippe: Are you going to ask Charlotte's parents for their daughter's hand in marriage? Napoléon V: I don't know, it's so unreal Sophie: They won't refuse, that's for sure Napoléon V: Thank you Sophie, I appreciate it

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Henri : Comment va Hortense ? J'ai cru comprendre que les jumeaux se sont disputés Marie-Joséphine : Elle va mieux, je lui ai tenu compagnie hier soir. Louis a été dur avec elle...

Marie-Joséphine : ...Mais je vais en discuter avec lui, je suis certain que ce n'est que passager Henri : Cela me rassure. Le duc Casimir se croit tout permis depuis que sa fille fréquente l'Empereur

Marie-Joséphine : Que faire contre eux ? Cet homme me répugne Henri : Ca va être difficile de se débarrasser de cette famille. J'ai bien insisté auprès de Louis. Je lui ai dit qu'il peut bien sûr s'adonner à quelques plaisirs, mais que ce n'est pas une fille que l'on épouse Marie-Joséphine : Je doute que... Un garde impérial annonce l'entrée de l'Empereur, ils coupent leur discussion

Napoléon V : L'audience est terminée. Monseigneur Morlot a souhaité rester discuter avec Son Excellence

Marie-Joséphine : Comment cela s'est passé mon chéri?

Napoléon V : Le pape souhaite effectivement que je me marie dans les plus brefs délais, autrement le couronnement aura lieu à Rome Henri : Allons donc

Napoléon V : C'est sérieux mon oncle, je pense que des fiançailles devrait suffire pour négocier le couronnement à Paris

Henri : Louis, le mariage ne se décide pas sur un coup de tête, cela durera toute ta vie. Même si Sa Sainteté est ton parrain, tu es Empereur des français par le plébiscite, par la démocratie. Nous n'avons pas besoin de sa présence pour te couronner

Napoléon V : Sa Sainteté était là pour le couronnement de Papa, pour ma naissance, il sera probablement là pour mon mariage. Comment ne pourrait-il pas être à mon couronnement ?

Marie-Joséphine : Ton oncle a raison, Louis. Cela ne fait que quelques semaines que tu fréquentes Charlotte, et c'est ta première relation Henri : Ne prends pas cela trop à cœur mon garçon, où il va se briser un jour ou l'autre

Napoléon V : Avez-vous quelque chose contre Charlotte ? Marie-Joséphine : Non, Louis. C'est une jeune fille belle et intelligente. Ce n'est pas ce que nous voulons dire Napoléon V : Soyez plus précis en ce cas Marie-Joséphine (cherche ses mots) : Les premières semaines d'une relation ne sont pas représentatives d'une vie de couple. Ta partenaire aura un rôle très particulier, il ne faut pas s'empresser. Cela peut vous rendre tout les deux malheureux pour le reste de votre vie

Philippe : Ma foi, ils ne semblent pas très enthousiastes en effet Napoléon V : Je ne sais pas quoi en penser maintenant Sophie : Envoie-les paître !

Philippe (soupire) : Sophie... Sophie (rigole) : Je ne vois pas où est le soucis, notre Loulou est l'Empereur ! Et Charlotte ferait une belle impératrice Napoléon V : Ce n'est pas si simple, il semblerait

Sophie : Pourquoi pas ? Tu connais Charlotte depuis une quinzaine d'années, ce n'est pas comme si cela faisait quelques semaines Napoléon V : Tout à fait, n'est-ce pas Philippe ? Philippe : Je n'y connais rien, moi

Philippe : Comptes-tu demander aux parents de Charlotte la main de leur fille ? Napoléon V : Je ne sais pas Sophie : Ils ne refuseront pas en tout cas, c'est certain Napoléon V : Merci Sophie, j'apprécie