#trm kayden vescovi
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
lupinobi · 7 months ago
Text
The urge I have to post about my TCATF/TRM/TRR AU is growing EVERY SINGLE DAY.
If I told you I managed to connect EVERYONE from those books, would you let me tell you the entire story? I wonder.
Just so you can have an idea of how big the AU got over the past six years. And it is still growing.
Tumblr media
12 notes · View notes
justanotherdumpingground · 1 year ago
Text
So, I commissioned a crack pairing...
Tumblr media
And it's Hunter Fierro and Kayden Vescovi from The Royal Masquerade. I commissioned Leafi on Instagram and Twitter fanart of the two together. Since the pictures are explicit, here's a little preview. If you want to see the pictures, click here.
5 notes · View notes
bloobearr · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
scarlett rosario & liora vescovi
you don’t understand how many times i’ve replayed this book mygod, i wished it had like at least a spin-off (a christmas spin-off or smtg) nsjdjddjjd i’m so sad.
plz i think this is my 8th playthrough of TRM ughhh they’re just so beautiful, probably my favorite pairing of all time, i’m just a sucker for forbidden romance, royalty/knight, longing, pining & yearning, especially regency/period sapphic pairings. throw those tropes at me & i’m deceased.
a runner-up for favorite choices pairing has to be my guinevere/lancelot bc again. princess & sworn knight. my guilty pleasure.
these are for my greyscale study.
11 notes · View notes
judeschoices · 2 years ago
Text
Captivated
Book: The Royal Masquerade
Pairing: Judith Aster x Kayden Vescovi
Rating: T (Teens)
Summary: Kayden wasn’t never really fond of the nobility, save for a few people who didn’t look down at him as if he was something they found stuck to the bottom of their expensive shoes. So when the queen released him from his duty from her side to attend the Masquerade Ball, he was far from pleased. Though that all changed when he found himself captivated by a pair of honey brown eyes.
'Oh for heaven's sake, Kayden! Go out and have some fun while you're still young!'
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as Queen Kendra's words rang in my head as I silently did my rounds in the ballroom. As much as I've come to care for the aging queen, she's as pushy as ever.
I enjoyed my post by her side in the quiet throne room perfectly fine.
Being amongst the glamour that was the Masquerade Ball wasn't my idea of a reward I could enjoy.
I glanced around at the nobles as they mingled amongst themselves.
Her Majesty certainly outdid herself by picking the theme. An event where everyone gets to hide behind the safety of a mask.
Not that anyone here has ever been willing to show their true face, to begin with.
Couples who came together would gaze longingly after another in hopes of another rendezvous encounter over the shoulder of their partner.
Allies laughed and chatted with one another, while one of them is gaining intel to undermine the other in hopes of gaining their assets.
Gold and jewels decorated their necks and fingers to flash in front of others as a way to hide the crippling debt their house is in.
To show one's true face within this corrupt court is asking to be stabbed in the back.
Which is why I much rather be anywhere than here...
"Now presenting Lady Annalisa of the House of Aster and her entourage!" None of the nobles turned to see the newcomer. To my knowledge, the House of Aster is a common House welcomed by Queen Kendra.
However, none of the nobles approved of this.
To break centuries of tradition and allow new blood to enter their circle was simply far too scandalous to them. Anything new or unfamiliar is something that all the nobles feared.
Whether they realized it or not.
Glancing in the direction of the entrance, I studied the new lady in court.
A rather tall but slim woman. Fair skin, long curly dark brown hair, and blue eyes. Lady Annalisa was indeed a vision. I wouldn't be surprised if one of the noblemen took a fancy to her if they were willing to get their heads out of their arses long enough to look past what house she came from.
The new lady at court seemed to be busying herself by chatting with another woman.
One I have never seen before either.
She stuck out like a sore thumb in the sea of fair and pale skin women with her dark skin tone, much similar to my own. Her hair was done in an updo, however, I could see that her hair wasn't loose but in a style, I've heard to be called "locs". As different as the style seemed... it suited the young woman. With her hair up, it revealed her smooth shoulders and elegant neck for all to see. An admiral blue dress clothed her short figure. I could spy the gold and silver accents in her dress.
Her back was turned to me so I couldn't continue my assessment of this woman. Lady Annalisa gave the woman a cheeky wink before disappearing into the crowd.
The mysterious woman finally turned around and I found my breath catching in my throat.
Honey brown eyes sparkled behind a black and blue mask decorated with a feather, eerie similar to a quill. She took in the ballroom with childlike innocence. I resisted the urge to smirk when she delicately sniffed the air, catching a whiff of a servant's fresh bread on a platter.
There was something that was utterly adorable about this mysterious woman.
I narrowed my eyes at her, curious about who she could possibly be.
Just as I turned to walk towards her, her posture stiffened suddenly.
Following her line of sight, I resisted the urge to frown.
In midst of a sea of desperate women grappling for his attention, stood Hunter Fierro.
Heir to the House of Fierro and unproclaimed heir to the throne of Cordonia.
Since Queen Kendra never had children of her own, she looked towards the other Houses to find an heir. Hunter was the one who caught her eye. I could never be more glad of this, seeing how vain and greedy everyone else is. Save the House of Beaumont, of course.
Though I would be more glad if Hunter never locked eyes with this woman.
Disentangling himself from the too-friendly hands of those noblewomen, he approached the dark skin beauty. I was still too far away to hear their conversation, but it wasn't hard to guess that he was flirting with her.
The kiss on the hand cemented it.
I fought back a growl that threatened to crawl up from the back of my throat.
With one last flirtatious glance, Hunter left her alone. Without wasting a second, I planted myself by the woman's side. She turned and let out a soft gasp, raising her gaze to meet mine.
I ignored the odd flutter in my chest.
"You've made quite the mysterious appearance," I muttered softly, sizing her up. She eventually got over her initial shock once she heard the sound of my voice, narrowing those honey-brown eyes ever so slightly. Her full lips quirked up in a small smirk.
"I could say the same for yourself." I raised a brow at this.
'Cheeky.'
"There are rumors of people sneaking in," I said casually, eyeing her reaction. If she was nervous, then she gave away no obvious tells as her smirk only grew wider.
"Interesting how a man in a mask is questioning my motives for being here. I'm sure we only have our faces to hide," she chuckled.
'A woman who could hold her own. Interesting.'
"Oh? If that's the case, then you should have no issue showing me your invitation." I was intrigued to see how she was going to dodge this one.
"Why, aren't you eager to know my name?" I blinked, taken aback by her boldness before schooling my features.
"And what if I am," I asked, daringly taking a step closer to her. She glanced at me under short, curly lashes.
"Then you have to be far more charming than that." I narrowed my eyes at her faux innocence.
"I can't decide if you're being cunning or coy," I pondered aloud. The woman let out another chuckle.
"Then I'll leave you to decide in peace. If you would excuse me, kind sir..." I felt my heart drop to my stomach as the mysterious woman turned to leave. Despite our short conversation, I wasn't ready to let her slip out of my grasp just yet...
"Wait," I called out to her. I held out a hand to her, bowing at the waist.
"May I have this next dance?" Her questioning gaze was trained on me once again.
"First you were questioning my presence here and now you're asking for my company?"
"Consider it a pleasant way of me keeping my eye on you," I replied smoothly. Her eyes narrowed and her lips formed into a thoughtful pout. As if she was trying to pick me apart and figure me out.
She's most certainly not like the average noblewoman.
"Unless there's someone else you've promised your next dance to?" As if on cue, her eyes glanced over to the dancefloor. Where Hunter was waiting idly beside it.
I bit the inside of my cheek.
Whilst I had a fair share of women throw themselves at me, I could never compare to Hunter. He's far more charming than I. As well as pure blood. I wouldn't be surprised if she said-
"No. I haven't." If it wasn't for the years of training myself on schooling my emotions, she would've seen the evident surprise on my face.
A woman declining a dance with the unproclaimed heir to the throne?
That's something one doesn't hear every day.
But I can't say I'm displeased with this turn of events...
"Wonderful," I said, offering her a small smile. The dark skin beauty placed her small hand in my larger one as I escorted her to the dancefloor.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Hunter perk up at the sight of her. He was ready to make his way toward her until he realized who she was with. The disappointment flashed in his eyes for a brief second before he offered her another charming smile.
"Enjoy your dance, my lady," he said. She returned his smile.
"Perhaps we'll dance another time. Have a wonderful evening, kind sir." He nodded at her before sending me a brief stern look.
'Message received, Your Highness.'
"You're quite popular this evening," I said as we reached the center of the dance floor. She bashfully shrugged her shoulders.
"It's a nice change of pace." We took our initial positions just as the band started a new song. With her childlike innocence, I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to take out a few of my toes.
Though I was pleasantly surprised to find her following my lead with ease.
"You seem to know your way around a dance number," I observed. She smiled and gave me a cheeky wink.
"Perhaps you're just an excellent lead." Whether she knew it or not, this is the second time she's surprised me with her flirtations. The first woman ever to really achieve such a thing.
"It would be the first that anyone has said that," I replied slowly. She laughed freely, a deep but sweet sound escaping her throat. The sound of her laugh reminded me of the feeling of drinking a cup of hot chocolate. Just warm and rich. The sound was addicting...
"Oh come now. I'm sure many ladies simply envy to have a dance with you. It wouldn't surprise me if I had several eyes trying to burn me alive by being able to have the opportunity to," she said, two rows of pearly whites winked at me as she smiled.
'Just who are you?'
With her vote of confidence, I grew bolder with my movements and she was able to match me step for step. Bracing my arm around her back, I dipped her back, never breaking eye contact with the beauty in my arms.
Her eyes spoke of her trust in me as well as her evident delight. Pulling her back up, she followed as we spun with grace.
"Very few move with such little effort..." She smirked.
"One mustn't belabor grace," she informed me. I cracked a smile at this. Twirling the woman under my arm, she spun effortlessly against me before I brought her close to my chest.
Her honey brown eyes sparkled under the chandelier lights as she locked eyes with me.
"Who are you, really," I whispered. She tilted her head at me.
"Tired of our game already," she teased.
"Why play games if one can ask directly," I questioned. The music started to fade and people were looking for new partners. I bit my lip, unwilling to release her.
"Looks like our dance has come to an end and I still don't know who you are," I said. She smiled cheekily at my misfortune.
"You had your chance." I held her hand.
"I would like another." Her smile grew wider.
"That isn't something I have to give..." Normally I would be tired of useless banter but with her, I feel like I could go all night.
"A bargain, then. We continue our dance on a private balcony and can use that chance to... discover the other. If I can correctly guess your identity, then I will allow you to guess my own." She looked as if she was raising a brow.
"You seem to be going through an awful lot of trouble in figuring out my identity... And you truly believe you can guess it from only a few tells," she asked in disbelief. I resisted the urge to smirk.
‘Got her.’
"Only one way to find out, my lady..." She paused for a single moment before squeezing my hand.
"Alright, you've convinced me," she chuckled. Perfect. With her hand still intertwined with mine, I lead her to the balcony. The soft echo of the music could see be heard from where we were. I turned to find curious eyes already looking up at me.
"Now, I believe we were near our dance's end?" She chuckled.
"I believe you are correct," she affirmed. I allowed my hands to snake around her lower back, preparing to lift her. Naturally, the mysterious beauty followed, delicately grasping my shoulders to hold herself up. Her eyes were trained on the city lights below as I spun her in the air, the moonlight bathing her in its eternal glow.
Almost enchanted by the sight, I carefully set her down.
"That was breathtaking," she said after a moment of silence.
"For you as well," I asked, knowing full well I wasn't talking about the scenery. She met my gaze for a moment before lowering her eyes, holding a hand to her cheek.
"So... about this bargain... I'm intrigued to know when questions you have floating around in that head of yours." I raised a brow, resisting the urge to smirk. It's incredibly rare for me to make a woman blush, partially because I was no charmer. That was more of Hunter's lane, even my half-brother's. But also due to the fact, that the women at court wouldn't spare me a second glance.
After all, who would want to flirt with the son of a bastard?
To make this mysterious beauty blush... felt invigorating.
But I decided to indulge her in her not-so-subtle subject change.
"If I only have one chance, I want you to tell me if I'm right or wrong," I said, even though I felt extremely confident about who she could be based on our short time together. She regarded me with a head tilt, waiting for me to continue.
"You've been in awe of the palace, so you're no regular at court. This must be your first party. As we dance, I could feel the calluses on the tips of your fingers, right where a quill should be. And your mask... the feathers look like that found on a quill as well..." Wide eyes regarded me as I placed the final nail in the coffin.
"You're a starry-eyed scribe from the library, and you snuck into the ball." The masked woman squared her shoulders before clearing her throat.
"I'm... I'm exactly as you say." I rose a brow, slightly surprised she didn't deny my claim. Whoever this woman is... she's quite bold and confident in who she was.
And doesn't seem to be ashamed of any of it, in the most humble ways possible.
"Welcome to the palace. Is it everything you hoped it to be?" She bit her lower lip, eyeing me wearily.
"Everything and more... you're not going to tell anyone, are you," she asked softly. I shook my head.
"Even though I should... but you impressed me." She let out a small sigh of relief.
"You're not the only one, kind sir. I didn't expect you to infer so much on so little." I smirked a little.
"It's a skill of mine... Now as part of our bargain, it's your turn..." Those honey brown eyes looked over me carefully, as if she was picking me apart bit by bit.
"Hmm... for you to be such an excellent lead, you must be a veteran at these events. You display a sense of confidence and wear a unique mask, so that could symbolize a sense of importance. However, you dress practical, not at all like the other noblemen here, as if you need to be ready for anything. Your clothes are also dark making it easier to melt into the shadows. You were able to sneak up on me with ease so you must be used to being a background character to get around..." Despite my poker face, I was surprised at her intellect.
"So you must be the black sheep of the family. A possible spy or special guard for the crown," she concluded, waiting to hear my answer. I chuckled.
"There are some things a mask can't hide." She gave me a cheeky wink.
"Not when I have a clever eye," she teased. I shook my head fondly at her boldness before gazing out over the balcony.
"This view is one of the few good things about the palace," I mumbled softly.
"It's gorgeous..."
"If you look up, you can see all the stars in the sky. Some say that they hold our fates." She let out a soft hum.
"And I take it that you're not one of them," she asked knowingly.
"If our destinies were truly set, then you wouldn't be here tonight," I answered. She let out a small sigh.
"However I could only live this fantasy for a night..."
"Until you decide to live it again," I challenged. She lifted her gaze to meet my own.
"I can't simply shape my future on command," she retorted.
"You've given me cause to disagree, my lady." I took a step closer to her, placing my hand a mere inch away from hers before returning my gaze to the night sky.
A comfortable silence fell between us and I felt compelled to turn to face her once again. I allowed a lone finger to trace along the side of her mask. The woman turned to me as I mumbled a soft request,
"I would like to see your face." She graced me with another smile.
"Only if I'm able to unmask you as well," she offered. I chuckled.
"Another bargain then. I accept." The young scribe stood still, eyes closed, as my fingers danced along the delicate skin of her jaw and around the mask before carefully pulling it off.
Her eyes fluttered open, gleaming under the moonlight. I felt my breath hitch softly in my throat.
Soft smooth dark skin. Dark full arched brows. A button-like nose. Full plush lips. Those honey brown eyes...
'Gorgeous... she was gorgeous...'
"I've wanted to put a face to a person, but I didn't expect that face to be so beautiful," I whispered softly with a fond smile. She let out a chuckle, low and sweet.
"Then I expect to be greeted with a similar feeling." I felt her fingertips dance along my jaw before lightly grazing the edges of my mask. Slowly, she lifted it off.
I felt my heart begin to race as she gazed at my face. A slow smile formed on those full lips.
"We finally meet face to face," she said softly, almost breathlessly.
"It was well worth the wait," I answered in kind. She rose a brow, smile still in place.
"So? Did you find what you were looking for," she asked.
"In a way..." Our eyes were trained on each other as we seem to slowly gravitate toward one another. Her lips were just mere inches from mine and I felt something stir within me. We reached out to each other.
My arms snaked around a slim waist.
Hers found purchase around my broad shoulders. I lowered my lips close to her ear.
"Tell me what you want," I whispered softly. She shivered in my grasp, wearing down the plump flesh of her bottom lip with her teeth. My eyes narrowed at the sight, the feeling in my chest growing strong with need.
"Anything you ask, it's yours... but you must tell me," I urged, my voice coming out in a hoarse rasp. The woman drew herself closer, tilting her head upwards at me in an inviting manner. Our lips were just a mere inch apart.
"I... I want you to-"
"Ahem." Glancing over my shoulder, I found a well-dressed servant, averting his gaze from our intimate embrace. The woman rolled her eyes before pulling away from me with a soft chuckle.
"Yes, Vasco? How may I help you?" I wanted to groan. But of course, she knows him. The servant, Vasco looked both alarmed and flustered.
"Apologies, my lady! But this is somewhat of an emergency." I silently watched as the dark skin beauty straighten her spine, eyes narrowing in a serious gaze.
"Emergency? What happened?" I rose a brow. Her voice went an octave deeper, still smooth as honey, but commanding.
"I found the queen's invitation, which means I gave your sister the wrong one! I would remedy this situation myself and offer my resignation at once, but I cannot find your sister. I fear that she's been summoned to meet the queen early. She would look foolish handing out the wrong invitation," Vasco quickly stated. Her lips quirked upward for a split second at him mentioning his resignation, as if it was some inside joke before growing serious once more.
"Then I'll give it to her. We don't have a second to lose, Vasco." The man nodded before handing her the invitation and instructing her on where to find the throne room. She slipped on her mask once and before turning to leave, I reached out and held her hand.
"Before you go... may I get your name," I asked softly. She let out a soft laugh.
"Judith... Judith Aster. And you, kind sir?" I gave her a rare smile.
"Kayden... enjoy the rest of your night my lady." Before she could fully slip from my grasp, I pressed my lips against her knuckles. I glanced up to find a soft look in her eyes as well as a shy smile. She thanked me and hurried off, leaving me alone to my thoughts.
'Judith... such a lovely name for an equally lovely woman... There's no telling when I will get the chance to see her again, but at least she left me with the sweetest memory a man could ever ask for. I never would have thought I'd see the day a woman has captivated me so, but I know we met for a reason. I hope to see this to the end...'
Just as my night seem to be looking up, the sound of screams brought it crashing back down.
9 notes · View notes
masquerade-reimagined · 2 years ago
Text
Do you trust me?
commissioned from seajart (instagram)
sound on highly recommended -- full piece under cut
Tumblr media
94 notes · View notes
full-of-choices · 5 years ago
Text
*Getting to prank Cyrus and Renza and stealing their house gem thingies*
*Pb gives a 30 diamond scene early in the book*
*Annalisa is awake*
Tumblr media
132 notes · View notes
blackandblueandstars · 5 years ago
Text
More than that
A/N: Request from Anon. I don’t romance Kayden, so I hope it is an accurate portrayal!
They didn't know who it was, but they weren't about to take the threat on Julia lightly. Hunter read the words again: Death to those who don't belong. 
"Kayden", she said, resolved. "I want you to take Julia to the royal cabin. It is imperative that we keep her safe."
"But who will protect you?" Kayden asked, torn between desire and duty. 
"I'll be fine," said Hunter. Julia had rejected her, but she still cared for her deeply. "I'll have the rest of the royal guard here with me. You are the only one I can trust with this."
Reluctantly, Kayden nodded. "I will protect her with my life," she said. 
"I know you will," replied Hunter. "Go now, before morning comes."
Hunter bowed to her queen before exiting the throne room, heading to Julia. 
She climbed up the side of the building to Julia's room. Hunter had given her strict instructions: no one was to know.
She rapped on the window, a bleary-eyes Julia meeting her. 
"What are you doing here?" she asked, confused but pleased to see her. The smile fell from her face when she saw the serious look on Kayden's face.
"I need you to come with me," she said quietly. "Now."
"Kayden," Julia replied, voice shaking. "What's wrong?" 
"There's been a threat on your life," Kayden said, bluntly. "We need to move."
"Okay," Julia said, fear stirring in her bosom. "Let me just tell my sister."
Kayden grabbed her gently by the wrist. "I'm sorry," she said, her eyes apologetic. "We can't risk anyone knowing."
"So I'm just supposed to let them think -- what? That I was kidnapped, or that I ran away?" 
Kayden sighed. "We'll deal with logistics when you're safe," she said, emotion raging in her eyes. "Please."
That did it. Kayden never said please, so this must be important. Julia pulled on her robe and followed Kayden out the window.
Feet firmly on the ground, Julia watched Kayden's body move gracefully through the shadows, checking to make sure the coast was clear. 
She motioned for Julia to follow and she clambered up behind her in a motion that was undoubtedly less grateful and almost certainly unattractive.
Julia's cheeks flamed and she was grateful that it was a new moon, hiding her embarrassment from Kayden.
They moved towards the cover of the forest, where Kayden had two horses tied for them. They were almost to the treeline when Kayden her the snap of a bow. 
She launched herself towards Julia, knocking her aside as the arrow sunk itself deep into her shoulder. 
"Hurry," Kayden said, as she helped Julia up. They made it to the horses before the archer could loose another arrow, his aim less true. It implanted itself into the tree beside them as they took off into the woods. 
"Are you okay?" Julia shouted to Kayden as the horses trotted forward. 
"Fine," Kayden said through gritted teeth as she tried to keep herself steady on the horse. "Follow me," she said, voice strained. 
She pushed her horse ahead, leading them at a sprint through the forest, taking necessary precautions to muddy their trail.
"We're going in circles, aren't we?" Julia asked, concerned.
"Yes," Kayden replied. "They can't pick up our trail this way. Come on, we'll go through the stream."
Julia followed Kayden, trusting her with her life. After hours of riding through the forest, Kayden finally led them to the cabin. 
Julia jumped down off her horse, rushing to Kayden's side. Her shoulder was bleeding heavily, her brow dripping with sweat. 
"You've lost a lot of blood," she said, worried. "Come on, we need to clean and bandage you."
Julia led Kayden into the cabin, forcing her to lie on the couch as she gathered the medical supplies. 
"Don't move," she threatened her. Grabbing the med kit, she leaned over Kayden. She poured alcohol over the wound, surveying the damage. She needed to remove the arrow. 
"This is going to hurt," she told her, concern in her eyes. 
Kayden's heart fluttered, sensing her worry. "Do it," she said, balling her fist. 
Julia grabbed the arrow, pulling it quickly from her shoulder. She put pressure on the wound to keep the bleeding under control. 
She looked back at Kayden, surprised she hadn't made a noise or flinched, only to find that she was unconscious. 
"Fuck," Julia cursed as she made quick work of bandaging the wound, making sure the cloth was wrapped tight, but not too tight.
Once she had the wound bandaged, she went to get water for Kayden, and whiskey for the pain. She brought both glassed back and sat them beside her on the table, sitting in the chair across from her. 
It was an hour and a half before Kayden finally started to wake up. She saw Julia staring at her, forehead creased with worry. 
"Oh thank Gods," she said as she kneeled by Kayden's side. "How are you feeling?" 
"Thirsty," Kayden rasped through dry lips. Julia grabbed the glass of water, holding it gently to her lips. 
She took small sips, finally signaling that she was done. She took a look at her shoulder, raising her eyebrows, clearly impressed. 
"Not bad," she said, meeting Julia's eyes. 
Julia shrugged, cheeks heating. "I know a thing or two."
Kayden moved to sit up and Julia rushed to assist, fussing over her. 
"It's just a flesh wound," Kayden said with a laugh. "I'm fine."
Julia frowned. "I just...I thought I might lose you."
Kayden took her hand, a small smile spreading across her face.
"It'll take a lot more than a single arrow to get me away from you."
Julia’s breath hitched, the warmth of Kayden’s hand on hers giving her butterflies. She’d been interested in Kayden for a while, but she hadn’t realized that she felt the same way.
“I--” she stammered, her face bright red.
Kayden smiled, taking her face in her hands. She drew her face closer, her dark eyes sparkling as she stared at her.
“May I kiss you?” she asked, gently. Julia was surprised by her consideration.
“Please,” you said, barely able to breathe.
Kayden’s lips crashed into hers, flaming with passion. Julia was overcome with emotion, her heart ablaze.
Their bodies tangled into each other, the moment heating up quickly, until Julia bumped Kayden’s shoulder.
“Ah,” she said, pulling away and wincing.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” said Julia, removing her hands. “Perhaps you should get some rest.”
Kayden smiled at her, the look on her face disarming. “Perhaps. Goodnight, Lady Julia.”
Julia smiled, only a little heartbroken. “Goodnight, Kayden.”
38 notes · View notes
ladyloggy · 5 years ago
Text
Whilst it Lasts (f! Kayden x Rosario! Mc)
Tumblr media
My bi heart is gay for fem! Kayden (Elenora) and so is my mc Desdemona Rosario. Enjoy some soft gals in love featuring Lord Nevrakis, Cyrus and m!Hunter (Cassio).
Contains threats of sexual violence, degrading words against women, period typical (but not ok) racism, sexism and classism.
Enjoy the gay! (Also long post!)
...
Elenora knew as soon as Desdemona entered the carriage with Cassio that the woman who had only been made a lady would be entered into an arranged marriage in exchange for something. Although she was decently respected by the nobility as Cassio's personal guard, her half brother and many of the nobles treated her with cruelty and disregard when the now king regent wasn't around, still she would rather be a bastard than a lady. She pitied Desdemona, who only days before had been nothing but a scribe and was now being thrust into the whirlwind that was noble Cordonian court. She had heard what her half brother had called the new lady of House Rosario and it enraged her. Elenora wasn't sure if he wanted to bed Desdemona or belittle her, but she knew Cyrus would find a way to do both. He often praised her beauty, which Elenora agreed with him on for once, and loudly fantasised about how the woman would be a sexual conquest (which Elenora had also considered, not that she would confess this to Cyrus) but would soon also call her a slattern and a common whore not a few moments later.
Currently, Elenora was listening to Cyrus discuss the very woman with Theodosia Nervarkis' father, a bloodthirsty tyrant with a similar regard for women as his companion. She was only here for Cassio, who had swept away a maiden leaving Elenora alone with her present company doing what she did best, blend into the shadows and listen. The current conversation was something she needed to listen to, to warn Desdemona but it also repulsed her.
"But I bet she would be a tight little virgin, she's been a scribe and a peasant at that all her life. Who would have wanted to fuck her?" Cyrus pondered to his friend.
Lord Nevrakis scoffed, sipping his ale from the silver goblet clutched in his hand. "She should have never been allowed to read a book, never mind know how to write one! First you give these women the ability to read and write, next thing they will want rights and be able to choose who they marry. With a face like hers, all that bitch needs to know how to do is open her mouth and spread her legs."
Elenora's fists clenched in anger. How dare they speak about Lady Desdemona in that way! Sure, she had imagined how the soft skin of the woman's thighs felt under her hands and how her mouth would feel in a kiss but it gave the men no right to think about Desdemona in the way that they did.
Cyrus laughed, using his own goblet of wine to gesture to his half sister, "Father allowed his bastard to read and write, and now she plays with swords all day." He turned towards Elenora who simply pretended not to hear his previous words. "What to you think about her?"
"I think Lady Rosario is a respectable and capable woman, I look forward to her companionship." It took all of the bodyguard's energy to be polite to her half brother.
"Nonsense, we all know of your ways - you want to use the slut just like the rest of us." Cyrus jeered.
"I'd treat her better than you would, that's for sure." The words had left her mouth before she could register what she had said, and Elenora swore to herself when Lord Nevrakis laughed sinisterly.
"A perverse bastard of your complexion and a slut of her status parading as a noble, sounds like a good match." He said, taking a drink before continuing. "Too bad I'll get my hands on her before you ever will, and I'll use her until she's too broken for you to want."
"Don't speak about her like that!" Elenora sprang forward, teeth bared and hand itching for her sword.
Cyrus grabbed her before she could reach the older man, his left hand clutching her arm tight enough to bruise. She spat at him, snarling as he brought his right fist down on his sister's face so hard her head whipped to the side and she crashed to the floor, tumbling into the dining table. Her training had prepared her for this, she rose back to her feet ready for a fight as her hair fell from its braid when a disheveled Cassio re-entered the room, concerned at the loud noise.
"Take your beast, Fierro. She's gone rabid with lust." Cyrus snapped and Cassio looked at his friend in confusion.
Elenora was bleeding from her lip and nose and looked both angry and embarrassed as if she wanted to fight and flee from the room simultaneously.
"Come Elenora. I apologise Lord Vescovi, Lord Nevrakis, and I bid you both a good evening."
The pair left quickly, and Elenora filled the king regent in on the men's discussion during the carriage ride that followed. The night was cool, but Eleanora burned hot with the searing anger in her veins - that had always been her weakness, she was apparently too loyal to the ones she cared about. The rest of the journey was in silence, and when the carriage finally rolled to a stop, Elenora noticed it wasn't Cassio's home they had stopped outside.
"Desdemona's estate? Really?" She snapped, turning to face her friend.
"It would be another hour before we got home, and you need medical attention." Cassio's answer was reasonable but his skill grin revealed his actions weren't out of concern. "Come, the lady of the house will be pleased to see you."
"She'll be worried sick when she sees my face, and I'll have to explain I was defending her honour." Elenora protested and Cassio shrugged.
"You distracted me from one maiden's bed so let's get you into another."
And apparently, as he was the king regent, Elenora couldn't argue. So she trailed behind her friend now feeling the dull ache of her wounds and secretly glad that Desdemona would be helping her. When they knocked on the door, the young servant nearly fainted in shock at the current monarch's visit, crying for another to fetch the lady of the house before ushering them inside and taking them to the parlor, offering food and drink.
"Please fetch myself some water and the King Regent and Miss Vescovi a glass each of the finest mead. That will be all Lawrence, thank you." Came the sudden interruption and the young boy bowed several times before leaving.
Elenora looked to the owner of the sweet voice, Lady Rosario, who was dressed in nothing but her nightgown and a rather scanty one at that. Cassio averted his eyes before clearing his throat as Desdemona sat next to Elenora, her face wrought with worry.
"Who did this to you?" She asked, taking Elenora's hand in her own, and when unsatisfied at the lack of answer continued, "I will have the might of House Rosario brought upon them."
"Cyrus." Elenora spat, and Desdemona's eyes darkened.
"Bastard!" She cried, rushing to her feet.
"Lady Rosario, please sit, I shall deal with him!" Cassio called to her, but Desdemona was out the door before either of her guests could stop her.
She returned not a moment later with a towel, some ice and a cloth followed by her servant who served the drinks before exiting. Desdemona had tied her hair back but had done nothing to stop her gauzy nightgown from showing the swell of her breasts and most of her thighs. She sat back down with the supplies next to the injured woman, whose breath hitched at the closeness of the two.
"I think I shall take my drink in the other room. Elenora's arm and shoulder are injured and she may have to remove her shirt for you to treat the wound properly, I don't want to overstep." Cassio excused himself and Elenora laughed bitterly.
"I was defending you from Cyrus and Nevrakis. They both aim to have your hand and maidenhead, I was only there because Cassio is enticed by one of Nevrakis' serving girls. I attacked them because of what they said about you, and my brother hit me and hurt my arm." She explained and Desdemona looked even angrier.
"I will die before either of them have me and they will die if they ever lay a hand on you again." She said, but Elenora couldn't find the woman intimidating dressed the way she was.
The gauzy white nightgown clung to her figure and now they were alone and Desdemona was to undress Elenora, the clothing felt intimate and purposeful. She was suddenly aware of Desdemona who unbuttoned her leather top slowly, before pulling it off to inspect the wound, leaving Elenora in her under clothing. With a gasp, the lady gently stroked the bruise before trailing her fingers upto Elenora's bloodied cheek and chin. Elenora was entranced at the soft skin of Desdemona's fingers cupping her cheek and the pain in her eyes which made her lean forward to the bodyguard, resting her head on Elenora's other shoulder.
"He hurt you." She whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don't stand up for me again if this is what they do to us, I'll let them have me if it means keeping you safe."
"Desdemona..." Eleanora looked down at the woman softly weeping into her chest. "I- I care for you. A lot. I would let them hurt me if I means keeping you safe."
Desdemona looked up at the beautiful woman, moving herself so she had one leg either side of Elenora's lap, and sat down. Her nightgown had bunched around her hips, but she didn't care, she wrapped her hands around Elenora's neck, pressing her own forehead into Elenora's. Elenora's hands were on her bottom in an instant, and Desdemona let out a soft cry before pressing her lips into the body guard's. Desdemona kissed her softly at first, again and again she pressed chaste kisses onto the other woman's lips, trembling slightly with longing and bitterness. She knew they could not have this, that they could never be together. But right now she didn't care.
"I love you." She whispered, and something inside Elenora's snapped.
She kissed Desdemona with a hunger she didn't know was inside her. Gone were the soft kisses, something almost primal had taken over, Elenora's hands slipped under the night dress as she kissed and kissed Desdemona's soft lips repeatedly. She raised her hand to skim the lady's inner thigh before crying out in pain. Beneath her, Desdemona went rigid. Panting, she searched Elenora's body frantically for the source of the pain.
"I moved my arm too quickly..." Elenora said through gritted teeth.
Desdemona reached for the ice, only to find it now melted. With a sigh, she stood and instead used a cloth to wipe away the dried blood from her lover's face gently, before patting it dry.
"I cannot help with your nose, you need a real healer to see to it before it causes permanent damage. I can go fetch some more ice to help with your arm?" Desdemona questioned.
Elenora nodded. "Hurry back," She said, "I'll get into fights more often if this is my treatment."
An amused smile grew on Desdemona's face. "You won't be getting any treatment if you're starting the fight for no reason."
"Of course, Lady Rosario. I wouldn't expect you to labour over me for nothing." Elenora teased, and for the first time in a long time, she felt truly happy. She watched as Desdemona slipped away, and sighed to herself.
This. Whether it be love or lust, whatever it was. She knew it wouldn't end in happiness.
But she would enjoy it whilst is lasted.
24 notes · View notes
mamacat1409 · 2 years ago
Text
☆ My Art Commission ☆
Painted by IG @/slee__la
Kayden Vescovi & My MC: Julia Rosario
Book: The Royal Masquerade
Original characters belong to: @playchoices
Tumblr media
40 notes · View notes
playchoicesconfessions · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media
Sent by anonymous
'trm is so underrated, kayden is one of the best li ever'
POSTS/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT MOD'S PERSONAL OPINIONS!
89 notes · View notes
hewhoneedsahaircut · 3 years ago
Text
remember when kayden vescovi said: “if this is where you feel safest, my only regret is that i can’t hold on forever” MY HEART STOPPED
64 notes · View notes
zigtheeortega · 3 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media
kayden vescovi by @gwygle for @trmaw
i can’t thank you enough for this stunning commission of the crown shield himself for the royal masquerade appreciation weekend!
151 notes · View notes
raleighcarrera · 3 years ago
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
that’s kayden vescovi, the crown shield
by @mmmlarte for @trmaw
147 notes · View notes
Text
Modern! TRM AU: Love Interests ❤️🎭
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
35 notes · View notes
masquerade-reimagined · 3 years ago
Text
Happy Valentine's Day!
Tumblr media
one of the greatest pieces I've ever commissioned by the phenomenally talented @mooreaux
Last year, I had the pleasure of commissioning Poppy for the first time. They were willing to also make my first NSFW commissions, based on a one-shot I wrote as a reference.
I've been sitting on this piece for nearly 365 days because I wanted to revise that fic to be something as beautiful and perfect as those pieces are. But this last year has been an absolute wasteland for me fic-wise and I've been unable to get anything done to my satisfaction.
I still have hope for that fic, I just couldn't continue to hide this any longer.
So here it is! Hope you enjoy!
@walkerswhiskeygirl @chaotichuman0090 @nikx83 @kayann9 @k2624
58 notes · View notes
full-of-choices · 5 years ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I legit was ready for the mc to give the boy some money but when Kayden began doing so himself i just began melting and falling more and more in love with this man.
19 notes · View notes