#t2: maybe that's speaking too soon. the french aren't exactly practical. and she certainly isn't touching the ship.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 for her new sister in law elicits a sigh as he leans back, fingers intertwining on the fall of his chest as he glances up at the ceiling. a time he needs to will himself to relax. he hasn't felt this stressed in years ( well, a lie, if you counted the decades of hidden scheme ) & he briefly wonders when his children will no longer contribute to the grey hairs that sprout in small tufts along the side of his head. ❛ lo que sea que te mantenga ocupado y fuera de peligro. ❜ a snort of laughter, head shaking in disbelief. ❛ o tal vez sea hablar demasiado pronto. los franceses no son muy práctico. y ciertamente ella no vas a tocar el barco. ❜ a genuine promise in lieu of harsh threat. even coming aboard would take months of trust. the switch of topic causes him to snap his head forward, eyebrows furrowing. ❛ nadie, preferiblemente. ❜ it's honest. his children didn't need anybody but themselves, fully aware of the consequences that may come with . . . love. ❛ creo que un gato pequeño está bien. tal vez un perro, pero eso es forzarlo. ❜ it's a territory he doesn't want to dive into. not now. not ever. ❛ desde cuándo te importa tanto el romance ? ❜

"She is..." Maria shrugged her shoulders. She had been kind enough to her sister's wife for her sister's sake, but the luxuries of royal life were beginning to take over to the point where even she wondered if she actually liked the French Princess or if it was all just an act to save her skin. "I look forward to turning her into a proper Sicilian," she said with a grin. Eleanor showed potential enough, with dirty hands and an aching curiosity for sailing. "She asked me if Zehra was ever going to teach her to sail, so that must count for something." With both her younger siblings already married, Maria was beginning to feel left out, left behind. Though, it was made entirely clear that she had no need to be, that didn't stop the obvious. "Papá... if I ever wanted to get married," she said very dryly as to not startle him with the idea, "what kind of person would you hope for me to be with? A king? A pirate...?" she paused, drawing in a breath, "or something else?"