#princess sophia of adreton ( starter )

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starter for @dino-king-rex​ from: sophia verse: main

The water in the pool was warm, and it helped the princess relax. Even more so was having his arms around her, entrapping her in a soothing embrace. She needed this peace and quiet after the week they just had, and she hummed, smiling even though her eyes were closed. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

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(Rexy x Princess Sophia: Rp)

Remnants of broken torches, hidden bones, scarecrows made of long dead victims and the like litter the view outside, a painful reminder of the blood soaked past of this Castle-the time of before… the time where it was kill or be killed. This castle has clearly stood the test of time, the rocks of the walls are aged, but this castle will last for ages to come. Grand windows are scattered here and there across the walls in a seemingly random pattern, along with little sized holes in the cracks due to age.

But now-it was almost in flames-or at least it’s surroundings was.

The dragon itself was massive.. larger then any other dragon one could see. Alive, at least. Many of the Soldiers have already fallen due to the dragons day long attack. And after 12 hours of nonstop bloodshed it seemed there was no end to its fiery carnage.

The royal family was being evacuated-thankfully. And so far no one in the close circle or any of Sophia’s friends were hurt in the midst of all this chaos.

“Your majesty! We are almost there!” The guard said with haste in his voice as he led her and her family along.

But that begged the question-

Where was Rexy? from @dino-king-rex​

She’d lost track of Rexy when the attack began, and in the furor, she was unable to ask anyone to go and look for him. Her family had barely managed to escape the castle whole and unscathed, and they had lost many good men along the way. None of them knew where the dragon had come from, and her father was already considering that Sophia’s friend had been the one to draw it there, whether on purpose or by accident.

But none of them had the time to stop, for if they did, the winged beast might end up catching one of them.

That was a lesson that Sophia learned when she dared to stop and look behind as if Rexy would suddenly appear. This pause was all the dragon needed to scoop her up in its claws and hold her aloft like she was some prize. It bellowed its joy to the dark sky, and in the middle of its shouting, she could hear her father screaming for her and barking orders to the soldiers to let loose their arrows in the hope that one of them might hit the dragon in one or both eyes and cause the creature to drop her to the ground. 

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starter for @kingdom-of-vanity​’s sebastien from sophia verse: main

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

The sound of wood slamming against the stone wall was most likely echoing throughout the nearby hallways and carrying down the corridor, but she was too caught up in their mutual desires to care. She was a future queen and one who had the consent of her fiancés and the man she was currently riding.

Riding like a stallion, to be precise, her hips snapping back and forth at an exhausting pace, her entire body slick with her sweat, and her thighs tightening and loosening each time she rocked forward and then backward. “Oh yes…mon dieu, you feel so good inside me, mon père…”

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starter for @dalphahale​ from: sophia verse: werewolf royalty

“My bullshit meter is this close to go off,” she said, arms crossed over her chest. Flash forward to six months from the moment they first met and got married, and she was closer and more familiar with him than she expected. One might think that them sitting that close to each other was reserved for couples who’d been together for years, but it was the only sitting arrangement that worked. It helped them keep each other in check, like now, when she looked close to hauling McCall out of their home for talking about serpents and their supposed masters.

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starter for @kingdom-of-vanity​’s p.hilippe & c.hevalier from sophia verse: main

“Oh for God’s sake,” she said, rolling her eyes when she saw the familiar sight of her fiancés at the foot of the bed. Sophia was more startled than mad at the two: she’d just come from another encounter with Montespan, who was gloating at another perceived triumph. It soured her mood, but she wasn’t about to let the royal mistress completely ruin her evening. “Could you at least lock the door?”

She hated snapping at the two, so instead of saying anything more, she pushed the lock before starting to tug at the laces of her corset, intent on slipping into the warm, soothing bath she had requested to be drawn minutes earlier. “Your brother is out of his mind,” was the next thing she said once she was calmer, having lowered her naked body neck deep into the tub. “Considering marriage to that woman? Just because his wife is dead?”

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h.alloween s/mut starter for any of @brotherhoodwarlord's muses from sophia basic plot: she decides to wear a skimpy costume to tease him all night

"Is it too tight? I didn't notice." An innocent response, coupled with the sly look in her eyes, definitely didn't do her any favors. Especially since her 'jilted bride' dress didn't have a back, and the slit was rather high up her thigh. Sophia turned around to start walking towards the door, almost feeling his eyes on her.

This was going to be fun.

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starter for @isles-of-man's oscar leon from sophia b

"He's flourishing, my love," she murmured, the pride evident in her tone. Despite being a young queen, she had accomplished a lot. She was married to a fierce yet loving lion king, she had birthed a healthy son and was currently pregnant with another, and she had managed to expand her father's lands with her marriage to Oscar.

And if their plans succeeded, their territories would expand even more.

Seeing their son practicing his 'sword fighting' -- which was basically him swinging a small wooden sword around -- made her laugh before turning to him, her hand resting over her round belly. "It won't be long now before he tries to challenge you to a duel."

With a final glance behind her, she walked over to his side and hooked her arm over his. "What news from our spy? Has he found a potential opening within your brother's court?"

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nsft starter for @passionateways's lambert from sophia verse: w.itcher

This was a surprise. A dare, made slightly in jest, ended up as something serious, with her dress in tatters and on the floor and her lips pressed in heated kisses on his mouth and skin. It wasn’t ideal doing it in the stables, with the smell of horse manure and the itchy hay, but even in their haste, she’d found herself lying on his cloak and her legs wrapping around his waist, his member pressed against her entrance. Maybe he hadn’t penetrated her yet to see how long she could go without having him in her, or maybe he was just worried about claiming something that was meant for another man. And if he was, she could only think of one solution, and that was to have her in her ass.

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for @midnightsaboteur​’s daniel from sophia verse: modern

It was typical of her dad to ensure someone was following her during their official political visits. What was different this time was that he asked Daniel to be her bodyguard. Maybe it was because he was able to handle her during that one drunken night back in the States. Maybe he thought Daniel could keep her out of trouble. Whatever the reason, Sophia was glad he was there. At least she had someone to talk to when things got too boring, though so far, listening to the speeches wasn’t so bad. She found herself resting her head on his shoulder, her fingers gently tapping over the back of his hand. “Is this what recon feels like? Just sitting here and doing nothing and waiting for something to happen? Because if it is, I can see why there’s a need for doughnuts.”

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for @dino-king-rex from sophia verse: main

There were so many things that were said about the morning after. Some found it depressing, others euphoric, and others didn’t even care. Sophia fell into the second category, but out of habit, she managed to control her emotions, her giddiness, over what they’d done many times over. As she’d woken up first, she was sitting up in bed, her fingers skimming over the muscles and natural ridges of his body, though now, she didn’t stop as she reached Rexy’s hips but instead moved further down, her hand disappearing beneath the sheets.

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OPEN. for: m plot: based on this prompt. could be any supernatural muse!

She was home. After years of being in his keeping, her father’s knights had found her and brought her back. She was supposed to be happy to be free of him, yet she couldn’t completely enjoy her return. No matter how beastly they perceived him to be, he had become a close companion to her, the one true friend that she had ever since she came to stay with him several years ago.

Sophia had screamed at the knights not to hurt him, but apart from his pained yowls and growls, she didn’t know if he had survived or not. It was the not knowing that she hated, and the sadness in her expression was evident as she sat down next to her parents in the throne room. Suitors for her hand had started trickling in barely a week after her return, and she was already tired of it. All she wanted was to see if he was alright, alive and healing. But her movements were being watched, so she couldn’t do anything. 

Another name was called forward, a lord of some good standing -- or so he claimed -- and he walked forward. Like always, she lifted her head to smile at him and nod her head once to acknowledge the suitor’s presence, but this time, she didn’t look away. His eyes...she would know those eyes anywhere. Sophia slowly rose from her throne and stepped off of the dais, ignoring the whispers erupting around her. She didn’t stop until she was within arm’s reach of him, her palm cupping his cheek. “Is it really you?”

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for @kingdom-of-vanity​’s philippe and chevy from sophia verse: versailles

The palace of Versailles was gorgeous and, as always, full of courtiers and nobles hoping for an audience with a member of the royal family. Most of them paused in their conversations to watch Sophia’s flight from her bedchambers adjacent to Philippe’s ( it was no major secret that the two had shifted from mere dalliances to full-blown lovers ), her skirts lifted slightly so that she wouldn’t trip on the hem. Behind her, her personal doctor lingered by the doorway, and the small smile on his face seemed to clue some of the nobles in on the reason for the young woman’s mad dash down the hallway and into the parlor where she thought the Duke of Orleans was. Seeing he wasn’t among the glittering gossipy assembly, she exited the room with as much grace as she could muster and down another hallway until she spotted him outside with Fabian Marchal. With a set destination in mind, she hurried outside and towards him, her slim fingers closing around the rich fabric of his sleeve over his wrist. “Mon amour,” she whispered after greeting Marchal with a smile. “There’s something I must tell you.” A figure in the corner of her eye caught her attention, but not even Montespan could dampen her mood now. “I’m with child.” A pause, and she almost smirked at the French king’s mistress. “I’m carrying your child, Philippe.”

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for @kingdom-of-vanity​’s george w. from sophia verse: regency era

The baby’s happy coos drew a smile from her like they always did, but this time, they were accompanied by the sound of horses’ hooves and the sound of carriage wheels running over the pebbled stones that made up the path to Cardew. Sophia smiled at the sight, though she waited for the carriage to fully stop before she approached, the child in her arms still cooing. “Welcome home, my love,” she said, smiling. “You look quite pleased with yourself. Is it safe to assume that your business trip went well?”

Ever since she found out that she was pregnant, she hadn’t gone to Cornwall that often or attended parties without George, and her interest in socializing had waned. Why would she want to be around people who gossiped and spoke ill of her husband when she had more pleasant company in the form of their son? Little Edward had her dark hair, but he already had his father’s curl growing over his forehead, and he had a cute Warleggan nose. “Your son broke one of the tin soldiers already,” she continued, shifting her body in such a way that he could see the baby. “Would have broken a second if given the chance.”

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for @exs-et-ohs​ from sophia verse: main

Whoever said that being a royal was being free never understood how many golden chains came with such luxury. Sophia, being the elder of two daughters, was the only legitimate heir to the kingdom, and from the cradle, she hadn’t had the chance to breathe, to live, and to be who she really was. It was why she had chosen to leave, a temporary escape to see the rest of the known world before she was shackled to responsibility and duties. She’d left a letter to her parents explaining what she was doing, and hopefully, they understood her reasons. Her father had been an enthusiastic explorer in his youth, and he might sympathize her the most.

Now, however, she wished she had been a bit more prepared in her flight, for she was actually a coin short for passage across the channel. The only way a young woman could earn money was to...no. Absolutely not. The other option was to pick the pocket of someone with money to spare, and that person seemed to be the young man drinking in the other side of the pub. Sophia exhaled slowly to gather her resolve before making her way over to him, purposefully keeping the front of her dress tightly tied, before gesturing at the empty seat next to him. “May I?” she asked, resisting the urge to look behind her as she heard several chairs being upturned, and a gaggle of voices rising as one of the cards players accused the other of cheating.

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for @kingdom-of-vanity​’s george w from sophia au: 18th century

The Borghese family had been in the field of finance ever since their ancestor established a small bank in Italy. A healthy rivalry between their bank and the powerful Medici family began, which became an alliance when their ancestor’s great-grandson transferred the headquarters to England. It was there where the family resided and continued to reside although they had a few houses in Italy, Paris, Surrey, and Cornwall. Sophia was six when she first heard the name Cary Warleggan during one of the family trips to Cornwall. And she continued to hear it over the years as her father began involving her in the family business. Without any sons, he planned on handing over control to Sophia ( with her sister getting a share once she came of age ) when he retired in a couple of years.

Their visit to Cornwall was partly to humor Cary’s request to meet with the Borghese girls and to introduce the man to Sophia, for she would be handling business with him soon. While Amelia accompanied their father to the Warleggan estate, Sophia took her horse for a ride along the beach, enjoying the calming sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the salty sea spray. She was too focused on looking out at the foamy white waves to notice him at first, but she managed to pull on the horse’s reins before the animal could knock him over. “I’m terribly sorry!” she apologized, turning the horse to the side so that she could see them. “Are you hurt?” ‘They’ was actually a young man, and based on his clothes alone, she knew he was wealthy. Sophia, on the other hand, was wearing a worn dress with an apron and muddy riding boots, which were nearly hidden by the hem of her dress. She didn’t look like the heiress to a bank, but sometimes that kind of anonymity was something she craved.

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for @nibelungenleid​ from sophia verse: main

Her father had fought long and hard, but even his prowess could not save Adreton. He was forced to bend the knee, a sight that broke Sophia’s heart and gave her enough strength to rush over to him as he stood, her body barely shielding him from their conqueror’s eyes. He’d instructed her to remain with her sister and mother in the back, presumably to keep her away from Elric’s gaze. But in her mad dash, her hood had fallen from her head, exposing the silver crown and her dark hair, as well as her wide eyes, which soon narrowed as she turned towards Elric. “Our kingdom is yours,” she said, breathless from her mad dash from his guards and across the courtyard where she once played as a child. Difficult to imagine that barely a week ago, she and her sister had been chasing each other on these same stones. “All of Adreton knows it. But if you intend to slay my father, I beg you…spare him such a fate.”