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"We are getting a little ahead of ourselves aren't we? You are asking me if I would leave my country in the event that you would take back your own, assuming of course Spain will keep you as its leader should the two sides of the country be reunited, all so that you can have free access to the woman who will become my wife." he said, speaking methodically, pragmatically like the soldier that he was as he reasoned with Maceon who from Leon's point of view, was running on hopes and dreams with little to no reality supporting his claims.

"It's a discussion that would be had in the event of all that coming to pass. She would be my wife, I will not be her captor. And if at that point in time she will want to be in Spain, I as her husband would consider it so that she didn't feel like she would have to escape and leave without a trace like the last time you two colluded to meet." he said, feeling entitled to speak to Maceon man to man despite their presumed differences in rank. "I will keep her safe and she will have a happy life as my wife, she will not want for anything. That much I can swear to you right now,"

Anyone who would meet Rose would understand quickly these qualities she held; such burning willpower, it's blaze was beautiful - but a headache for any who cared for her wellbeing. Lips echoed the sentiment by turning upwards, sad && hopeful combined into one disappointed expression. It would have been easier if the man was disagreeable towards the topic - if he had shown ill-will - but no.

It was as Maceon had expected. Leon cared; and regardless of the outcome, they were together on this wild ride of Rose's heart. " No, of course, no agreement should be made fully until Rose is with us to give her own voice. "

He wanted to marry Rose. He had promised her that she would be Queen of Spain, but as time went on, Maceon feared even he would never find such title in his grasp to give. And yet... if he could... " It is of no secret that Spain is in the middle of a revolution. " The topic switched suddenly, and Maceon leaned back, chin lifting && tone taking that of a rightful heir to an empire. " I could very well be killed in the following days, months. Spain could fall to ruin, be soured by war. Everyone I know could be taken from me. " Except Rose. He would have to trust in this - trust in Leon to do as he claimed. " Or... I may live yet to see Spain reunited. " And to see himself as King. This was left unsaid, as trust in Leon had not reached that level just yet.

" If that comes to pass, where Spain can be safe once more - I would want her close. Would you, as her husband, in a future I can only sit here and dream may come about - would you leave your home for her? What would it take? "

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"In our control or not, it seems like a very deliberate choice to have us here separated from everyone else in our Court," Genevieve murmured, hating the fact that she separated from Cedric and the fact that it had painted a target on her family's back and they had no part in this. Taking the cup of tea, though still glaring at Elliot she took small sips, shaking her head. "Surely there is something more we can do than offer food and drink when they are trapped in god knows what kind of conditions,"

"No one asks for anything like this. Alas, it is not always in our control." For better or for worse, the Orleans Princesses were privy to a less bloody civil war than that of Spain. But if current events is anything to go by, their own reckoning is just beginning. "You can do what you do best." He suggests, pouring himself a cup of tea. "You can be graceful and charitable. Step down into the prison cells with food, drink, words of comfort." Elliott sighs, pouring Genevieve her own cup of tea. Clearly, she needed it. "If you can ease their resentment, they will not harm you."

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"We have that in common then, the ocean has always been a calming sight for me as well. Something dependable, and a way to escape from the struggles that we all face day to day," she said, her eyes briefly captured by the water and the waves crashing again.

"It's a pleasure to meet you and finally be introduced Lorena, my name is Aylin, princess of Athens." she said, smiling at the other woman as they both took in the salty sea air. "There really isn't anything like it, is there?"

" Your Highness," Lorena acknowledged warmly, her voice carrying a gentle cadence. "No need for apologies. I understand completely. The ocean has a way of drawing out our thoughts and offering a kind of solace that's hard to find elsewhere."

She turned her gaze towards the expansive view of the azure waves, the sun casting a golden hue over the water. "It truly is beautiful," she agreed softly, her own thoughts momentarily drifting. "I often find myself drawn here when the weight of the world feels heavy. It's as if the sea holds the answers we seek, or at least eases our burdens for a while." Lorena glanced back at the Athens Princess, offering a reassuring smile. "Are you finding peace here, amidst the waves?" She paused briefly coming to her senses, "Forgive me for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Lorena Ortiz" she said with a gentle smile.

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After everything that had happened there was no way that he was going to sleep without Aurora by his side, and thankfully with most of the security resources of France being locked up, it wasn't as difficult as it usually was for her to get to his chambers once everyone else had gone to bed. When he woke up, he went to wrap his arms around her and she wasn't there so naturally his first thought was that something had happened and he immediately turned to grab his sword, about to leap out of bed to find her when she called his name from where she had found a spot for herself by the window. "Rora," he sighed, dropping the sword and sitting up in bed for a moment calming himself now that he could see she was alright. "What are you doing awake my love, you need your rest." he asked, getting up slower now and moving to sit on the chair that had been situated by his desk, closer to the window while he gave her some space, listening to what she had to say carefully.

"You are the Crown Princess of France, my love. They should be the least of your worries -- if anything you're supposed to feel safest with them," he reasoned, curious about how things had gotten so bad for the French royal family but equally worried for just Aurora's safety. "Being connected to Scotland and to me would only put a larger target on your back, Aurora.." he started, though all he could hear was the fear in her voice. "But if you really think that this is something that you need... we will of course think of a way to make it happen..."

Sighing and running his hands through his hair at the mention of his siblings, he looked at her. "Rora... I will protect you no matter what, you know that. I would happily give up everything - my own life, to make sure that you are safe. I didn't want to burden you with this until later on but with recent events, I think you should know.. there's something that I didn't tell you before we got married.." he admitted, taking a deep breath, not sure if this was the best time to tell her about this but knowing that he couldn't keep it from her anymore. "When our parents died, the Scottish crown was not passed down to the eldest sibling as many others do... instead my siblings and I formed the Regency and split the crown between us, but to do this we all promised to remain unwed - to keep the power split between us without risk of an heir complicating the line of succession.." he knew that was a lot of information but he needed to get through it. "I meant what I said when I proposed... that I would happily give up my crown for you, but I needed you to know about what our marriage means - not only to Scotland but to my siblings, it's something that could threaten the very fragile fabric of our monarchy, it's not something that they will take lightly," he admitted, ashamed of the fact that he had kept that from her. "I don't want to frighten you more than you already are with what is happening. I want nothing more than for you to simply be my wife and to live the rest of my days with you, but you deserve to know the truth of it all."

° • — CLOSED starter for alexander ( @thcrnedthrones ) ° • — the middle of the night, in his chambers; the night after questioning.

she knew sleep would not befall her, not anytime soon. the princess sat in the window seat, facing looking out with her legs criss-crossed. she had chosen to wear her love's shirt, loose and baggy on her body instead of a tight dressing gown. the shirt felt comfortable, both in the sense of his scent around her and the freedom it gave her to move in.

illuminated by the moonlight, her gaze watched as raindrops ran down the glass windowpanes — the thunderstorm outside raging on. the events of the past day had caused aurora to think, a lot, about everything. everything she didn't know or understand. she had made the decision all those years ago to stop taking an interest in the monarchy, in her own crown — but aurora had never known it would have consequences such as this. she never would have guessed it. consequences that left her utterly clueless in the wake of such chaos. she did not know what her parents or what the politicians that so prided themselves on taking power for themselves had planned but she was certain that her opinion had not changed; she wanted nothing to do with it. she didn't want her crown. she didn't want her throne.

aurora heard her husband stir in the bed across the room, and knew he would be noticing her absence. " alexander, " the strawberry blonde said his name softly, as to not startle him but to let him know she was still there. she didn't need to tell him she couldn't sleep, or that worries plagued her — she knew he could tell. the princess was quiet for a moment longer, a hand coming up to trace the raindrops that fell. " i do not think i am safe in france anymore. " the beauty finally spoke again. had she ever been, really? " i am tired of being accused and questioned; when i have not stepped a foot in a political meeting in years. "

a heavy sigh came from her. " i know we wanted to keep this secret as long as we could, but my love, perhaps it is not possible anymore. " aurora turned her body to sit sideways in the window seat, stretching her legs before curling them up to her chest and holding her knees close. her eyes welled up with tears. " i fear i need your open protection more then we need secrecy. i need someone on my side, because france is not. " if the politicians did not secretly hate her before, surely they did now. it was not her choice to avoid the dark cells and the torture they all experienced, but she did not believe they would hear that.

there was a pause, before another thought came to her mind. " i also fear that scotland will not protect me, i fear your siblings won't welcome me due to our secrecy or my crown — or both. " fear seemed to be what plagued her most these days. it made it hard to sleep, she felt sick to her stomach all the time. " i know you will protect me and i know cailean would join you in such without question. " she never doubted how either of them would be by her side. she knew if anything, she had two supporters in scotland. perhaps all she needed was that — a king and a commander. tears had begun to slowly fall down her cheeks as she brought her crystalline gaze to her husband. " i don't want to be the crown princess of france anymore, i just want to be your wife. i would be happy in scotland's court, titleless, as long as i was with you. " she was preparing herself for any compromise his siblings might propose.

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Glaring at her sister's blatant lie "a shadow with fur and a crooked tail?!" she accused, not buying her lie for a second when their present reality was one right out of one of her worst nightmares. "I will breathe when the air once again smells of essential oils and lavender! I do not even want to validate that with a description of what this current... cage! reeks of." she murmured determined yet clearly disgusted with what was happening all around her as their bars seemed fully locked and no semblance of freedom existed for them anymore. "Ara... please please tell me that you didnt have anything to do with this because I'm telling you right now that whatever amount of gold bars this could have resulted in, imprisonment in a disgusting jail cell is very far from worth it!" she said, her voice more hushed because she honestly had no clue if her sister had played a part in this.

She's given Bianca everything she could want for, and more. But more than what she's given, she's also ensured to take things away. Things like this; discomfort, injustice, and suffering. Araminta flinches at the high pitch of her voice, an arm wrapping instinctively around Bianca's shoulders. "It was just a shadow!" Araminta lies convincingly, without blinking. Indeed, it was a rat, but saying that now would not help matters. "Bianca, you must breathe." She insists, keeping her close to her person.

"I have tried." She sighs, in surrender. "It is futile. Whoever these guards are cannot be bought or reasoned with." Which is why they will be the first to go, once the Medici's make their escape. Despite her theatrics, Araminta knows her sister well enough to see past her whining. "We will get out of here. And we will never, ever find ourselves here again." She vows. "But you must be strong. And please, for goodness sake," she clicks her tongue. "Will you lower your voice before you attract more attention?

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"If they're using fear as a weapon then it is working," she said, her hands shaking as she still strained to reach him through the iron bars, grasping at his fingertips and taking whatever touch she could get, desperately searching his face to see if he was telling her the truth about not being harmed. "I don't want to leave you here alone Cedric, being here is not as terrible as being stuck up there knowing that you are down here suffering.." she insisted, shaking her head stubbornly, only thinking about being with him and not having to be forced apart again. "We didn't choose this... we had no idea--if it were up to us we would be here with you all, Cedric if this was my parents--" she trailed off, shaking her head in disappointment and fear that she could be so closely related to anyone who had a hand in this specific torture. "Do not think of me, all you need to concern yourself with is keeping yourself safe here... staying well..." she insisted, knowing that again the only way that someone could really hurt her was to get to him. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid-- don't be a hero, Cedric... just get through this so that you can return to me unharmed..." she begged, passing some food that she'd wrapped in a linen cloth from their own meal through the bars of his cell.

Cedric's heart ached at the sight of Genevieve, her face illuminated by the flickering light of the torch. “Genevieve…” he breathed, the name escaping his lips like a plea. Her concern for him was palpable, and it cut deep, a reminder of how unfair this situation was. He longed to reach through the bars, to pull her close and shield her from the danger that surrounded them. The reality that he was behind these cold iron bars, unable to protect her, gnawed at him. “I’m alright,” he assured her, though the weight of his confinement felt heavier with each passing second. Cedric shook his head, trying to quell her fears. “No, not yet.” He quickly hid his injured hand behind his back, careful not to let her see the raw knuckles from punching the cell wall in frustration.

The frustration surged within him, mingling with a deep-seated helplessness. “They’re using fear as a weapon. This whole place is a nightmare. You shouldn’t have to bear this burden, especially not for me.” He could see the resolve in her stance, but he wanted to shield her from the reality of what was happening. "Being seen here could put you in danger. You need to go back. Many are not happy” The words felt like a desperate plea, each syllable weighted with the fear of what could happen if she was caught. He reached for her hand, fingertips brushing against hers through the bars, a fleeting touch that felt like a lifeline. “Promise me you’ll be careful. I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you because of me.” His voice was low, almost breaking, the gravity of the situation settling in his chest. 

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"And that is exactly what I'm afraid of Rora, he's a royal guard - what if they make an example of him because of his connection to us?" she asked, still wearing down the floorboards underneath her as she paced back and forth, connecting the dots of what could and could not happen to Cedric while she was kept there with her sister like birds in yet another gilded cage. At Rora's words about how she should worry for themselves she quieted down, it was a reality that had passed her mind in thinking about Cedric, but they were certainly put in a position that would leave them even more at odds with their own people. "We should be down there with all of them, they don't deserve this treatment.. isn't there anything we can do?" she asked, sighing and taking a seat next to Aurora. ".... who can we trust, if we don't even know if our own court wants to do away with us after all of this?"

she let go of her sister as she moved to pace around the room, watching with her hands clasped firmly together. the slip of the guard's name told aurora everything she needed to know. " you are right, and i too understand nothing about this. " the princess said softly — trying to retain a calm demeanor for her sister's sake. she would have her moment to cry, panic and worry later. for now, aurora was doing what she always did — she stood tall and strong for the sake of protecting her sisters.

aurora walked over to genevieve, taking her shoulders into her hands and making the younger princess look her in the eye. " gennie, cedric will be alright. he is not in the royal guard for mere show. if anyone will come out of there unscathed, it is him. " of course, aurora could not vouch for anybody else. " we have to believe they're strong, and that they can handle what is thrown at them. " the princess sighed, giving her sister a squeeze. " — but genevieve, we also must worry for ourselves. "

she did not want to frighten her sister, but she would not have her sister lost because she was unprepared, either. " it does not look good for us to be excluded like this. to walk free while they do not. those who dislike us now have more reason, you must be careful who you speak to — even within our own court. france and others may not see reason to be kind to us. "

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With everything being so hostile after the tribunal, he couldn't blame her for approaching with hesitation - anyone with half a brain would have done the same in approaching someone who they weren't entirely familiar with. That said he nodded, standing as it was the polite thing to do when being greeted by a member of another royal family and a woman at that - perhaps his social graces were not as hopeless as his advisors and tutors had everyone believe - "Please, your highness." he said, offering her the chair and waiting for her to sit before he sat back down on his own chair.

closed starter ›› alexander stuart , @thcrnedthrones where: café do paço.

she  hadn't  thought  more  faces  could  turn unfriendly toward her or her nation after the events at lal qila but now they lingered everywhere. each step she took was a fight against instinct. something within her, however, told her she couldn't hide away. so she collected her cup of coca and went in search of somewhere in the café to sit. eyes rested on a familiar enough face   ❝ your majesty, do you mind if i sit? ❞   parvati motioned toward the empty seat, smiling politely and praying she didn't look how she felt - a deer surrounded by hunters.

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Aylin wasn't supposed to be there, she had been warned that the infirmary and the surrounding areas were no place for her while things were still so new and everyone's emotions were still heightened, but she had not listened and had gone anyway, wanting to lend a hand any way that she could. She was on her way to the infirmary when she noticed Timur, and she had every intention to just keep walking, knowing that she was probably the last person he wanted to see, but when she witnessed him doubling over in pain she hid behind one of the columns, watching on as he exposed the red blood staining his bandage, hurrying over to him. "Timur, you're hurt--" she murmured softly, lending him a hand not sure if he would take it as she looked on. "Let me help you.. please..."

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the  physicians  had  been  clear  that  he should rest, but as he had tossed aside their insistence that he should remain in the infirmary, so too was this advice discarded. sitting around was not an option when turkey was under threat, his own wound a testament to that. he was making his own rounds checking on the soldiers when the pain in his side felt louder. timur waited until the hallway was empty before checking the bandage. a small stain of red contrasted against the white wrapping.   ❝ fuck. ❞   he quickly concealed the bandage but trusting in his solitude, expression contorted in a wince.

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Spirit festivals were quite common at home - obviously very differtent from what was going on in Brazil but the general idea was very similar so it wasn't an unfamiliar thing for Aylin to look at, especially with how connected her sister was to spirits. "Isadora!" she greeted her friend, wrapping an arm around hers as they walked together, laughing a little at her question, "Don't let Zelenia hear you, but I do understand all of this isn't everyone's cup of tea. What kind of chaos do you think waits for us on that side of the beach? I was going to find myself one of those delicious hot chocolates they seem to have at all the gatherings and you're more than welcome to come with me!"

° • — CLOSED starter for aylin ( @thcrnedthrones ) ° • — phi ta khon spirit festival

spirit festivals, religious tones and honoring the dead — nothing about it was isadora's cup of tea. it was all too serious, too somber. colorful masks and costumes were abundant; but it was a celebration on the beach, like isadora had hoped for out of these events, so she chose to check it out.

when she spotted a familar face in the crowd, she grinned and ran up behind aylin — linking her arm with hers and stepping into her stride with her. " aylin, tell me is there anything fun to do here? " isadora mused, knowing athens's spiritual leaders played a part in this event, which she assumed meant her friend's sister. " — or perhaps, we should go find some fun elsewhere? perhaps the devil side of the beach has something fun. "

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{eva de dominici, 30, cisfemale, she/her} we are so glad to see you safe, [DUCHESS] [ADRIANA HELMSINKI] of [WOLIN]! it’s dangerous out in the world these days, but i hear that you are [CHARMING] and [AMBITIOUS] enough to handle it. just don’t let your [MANIPULATIVE NATURE] bring you down! stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out [YOU ARE MORE POWER HUNGRY THAN YOU LOOK ].

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name: adriana anneliese helmsinki nicknames: Adri, Ana age: thirty-seven birth: august 29th status: duchess of wolin sexuality: bisexual pronouns: she/her marital status: unwed, unbethrothed

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 —

eye color: brown hair color: brown height: 5 ft 8" weight: one hundred and thirty pounds

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 —

(adoptive) father: Former Grand Duke of Wolin (deceased) (adoptive) mother: Former Grand Duchess of Wolin siblings: Older Sister - Grand Duchess Lyana, Younger Siblings (4)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 —

spoken tongues: english, russian, italian, french, spanish, latin, gaelic positives: charming, fearless, ambitious negatives: manipulative, blunt, carefree, uninhibited moral compass: chaotic neutral inspirations: blair waldorf (gossip girl), irene adler (sherlock), Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries), Sylvie Grateau (Emily in Paris), Caroline Bingley (Pride and Prejudice)

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Adriana captivated the hearts of the people of Wolin from the moment she was introduced to the world by the former Grand Duke and Duchess. She doesn't know that she was taken as a baby from another royal family because Wolin is everything she's ever known, and she made sure to give the people what they wanted, always looking immaculate and dressed to the nines whenever she had engagements, she revels in attention.

While she loves her sister, she loves herself more and has always resented the fact that her sister was older and born of their parents, believing that she should be the next Grand Duchess of Wolin. She is an excellent actress though, and while she feels this way she usually presents herself as the supportive sister that Lyana wants her to be.

She is extremely power hungry - always wanting more than what she has, always looking ahead to ways she can further her station so she is very interested in making a good match, while her plans of taking her place as Grand Duchess remain in the background, she makes her case playing up to the people of their state, showing them exactly what they want to see and building up her image in public opinion.

Wanted Connections:

Personal Spies/ Supporters: Wolin is notorious for their spies and covert networks but Adriana would definitely have 2-3 spies that she personally pays for, working within the Spy network and doing her bidding.

Biological Family: A royal family that could have thought they lost a child to kidnapping 30 years ago, not knowing that it was at the hands of Wolin's spy network as a targeted attack ordered by the former Grand Duke and Duchess

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CLOSED STARTER | Bianca and Araminta @thenxghtwemxt Location: The Dungeons Thankfully, the Medici sisters had been allowed to be imprisoned in the same cell, but that was little comfort to Bianca who'd been raised in lavishly decorated rooms with every comfort that money could buy. Squealing and clutching on to Araminta's arm she leapt up into the air higher than anyone would ever assume possible of her. "ARA!!!! WAS THAT A RAT?!" she screamed, holding on to her sister and almost using her a shield against whatever had scurried across the dungeon floor. "Surely there must be something we can do... someone we can pay to get out of here?! Do they know who we are?!" she fiercely whispered, gathering her skirts and staying as close to the torch light as possible. "We're being caged here like animals. It's official, this is the lowest of the absolute low." she said dejectedly, pouting. "And on top of all of that, I've broken a nail. Could this day get any worse?!"

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Glaring at Elliot as he waltzed through the room, Genevieve remained by the window, anticipation of her questioning filling her with anxiety, but not more than the fact that the rest of the French court were being held in the dungeon like animals, including Cedric. "We did not ask for this, Elliot." she said, sighing as she turned to look at him, pacing back and forth as they remained stuck in one room, treated comfortably and yet subjecting them to more anguish because of the position they'd been placed in. "We didn't ask for any of this, and now there is nothing we can do. All of this... it's practically a death sentence in itself,"

@thcrnedthrones | Elliott and Genevieve, The Orleans' Apartments Post Mini Plot Drop

"Cushy." Elliott utters with a dry, taunting smirk. Taking a quick glance about the apartment, before turning his gaze to the fresh tea and pastries. The would-be King of Spain settles between the cushions of the plus chair, staring intently at his cousin. In times of hardship, this is his blessing and curse - an easy approach to all things. "Sure beats a dungeon, wouldn't you say, Gen?" Yet for all his pokes and prods, there is a look of heeding at her direction. "You must be clever when you inevitably get questioned." He advises as he pours his tea. "The pendulum swings fast. Look at where my family is." A crown, once theirs, now torn in half... Then half, again, with the last Bonaparte's.

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Genevieve hadn't been able to rest thinking about Cedric and everyone else in the Dungeon, but she wasn't naive enough to believe that everyone there would be thrilled to see her after the royal family had been spared being locked up, and interrogated separately. Carrying a torch and keeping herself mostly covered by the cloak over her head and around her shoulders she made her way to where Cedric was, coming close to the bars and holding the torch up so that she could see him and see for herself that he was alright. Reaching for his hand she could barely touch him but she did her best to make any kind of contact as she held the light up, her eyes staring into his. "Cedric..." she murmured, the helplessness evident in her voice as she looked at him. He didn't deserve this, none of them did. "Of course I had to come. How could I not? I had to make sure that you are alright..." she said, her voice just above a whisper as she looked around, wishing there was something more that she could do. "What are they doing to you all here? Have they harmed you in any way?"

@thcrnedthrones | Cedric & Genevieve

In the cold confines of his cell, Cédric Antoine Perceval Leclerc sat with his back against the damp stone wall, his thoughts a tumultuous storm of anger, betrayal, and longing. The events that led to his imprisonment felt like a cruel twist of fate, orchestrated by unseen hands that sought to tear him apart from everything he held dear. And yet, amid the shadows and echoes of despair, there came a hauntingly familiar sound—the soft echo of footsteps approaching. The Commander looked up, his heart lurching as Princess Genevieve appeared before him, her face illuminated by the faint glow of a flickering torch. She stood just beyond the reach of his outstretched hand, her presence both a balm and a torment to his weary soul. "Genevieve" Cédric murmured, his voice rough with unspoken anguish. "You shouldn't have come. It's too dangerous."

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Genevieve had hardly even been fully present at the questioning, giving them half answers when her mind was fully on the fact that Cedric had been taken to the dungeons as well as the rest of their court. She knew that this was bad - everything about it, there was no way to escape the repercussions of these actions that they had no control over, and she remained silent as they walked back to their chambers, letting out a breath that she hadn't known that she'd been holding in when she was sure she was alone with her sister. Starting to pace around, her facial expression had not changed - "Of course not! Ced--everyone... everyone that we know and interact with on a daily basis is down there locked up and treated god knows how horribly for something I do not even fully understand! How can this be any kind of justice? How can they think that they all have something to do with what happened?" she asked, her voice hushed as she continued to pace around the room practically wearing down the floor under her feet. "Nothing about this is alright,"

° • — CLOSED starter for genevieve ( @thcrnedthrones ) ° • — after questioning, france’s chambers

the walk back to their chambers was quiet, with aurora holding onto her sister’s hand the entire time. of course, the questioning of the sisters had been gentle and far kinder then the staff of france were — but that didn’t make it any less nerve if anything, it made aurora more nervous that they had received such obvious special treatment. she waited until they were in their chambers, door closed and footsteps receding before she turned to genevieve.

“ are you alright, gennie? “ aurora asked her sister. she knew physically they were both okay — but she also knew a certain french guard her sister had eyes for was down in the cells; and she could only imagine how genevieve was feeling. not to mention aurora’s own thoughts, about france’s future and what it meant for them. they began plaguing her the second they were treated differently then the rest of their country — something the constitutional monarchy was supposed to prevent.

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{angelababy, 30, cisfemale, she/her} we are so glad to see you safe, [LADY] [BIANCA DE MEDICI] of [FLORENCE]! it’s dangerous out in the world these days, but i hear that you are [CHARMING] and [CLEVER] enough to handle it. just don’t let your [VENGEFULNESS] bring you down! stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out [THE LOSS OF HER FAMILY TO THE PLAGUE HAS MADE HER TERRIFIED OF LOSING ANYONE ELSE SO IT TAKES A LOT FOR SOMEONE TO GET CLOSE TO HER, SHE HAS WALLS UP TO PROTECT HER FROM GETTING HURT ].

/ BASICS /

name: bianca de medici nicknames: n/a age: thirty birth: november 9 status: lady of florence sexuality: heterosexual pronouns: she/her marital status: unwed, unbethrothed

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 —

eye color: dark brown hair color: dark brown height: 5'8" weight: one hundred and fifteen

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 —

father: deceased mother: deceased siblings: one older sister (Araminta de Medici)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 —

spoken tongues: english, italian, chinese, spanish, french positives: charming, clever negatives: stubborn, cunning, manipulative moral compass: chaotic neutral inspirations: Emma Woodhouse (Jane Austen's Emma), Donna Paulsen (Suits), Brooke Davis (One Tree Hill), Elle Woods (Legally Blonde), Marie (Aristocats)

/ ABOUT BIANCA /

One of the the last two Medicis on earth, Bianca was raised by her older sister Araminta. She'd only been five when the plague wiped out the rest of their family and she can still remember the way that she had to watch as it took them all one by one. She didn't know it then but the whole experience left scars on her that have not healed even 25 years after the events took place. She was raised to despise the monarchy and everything about the system and blames them for the loss of their family.

Bianca has been by Araminta's side through everything, watched as she took what was left of their family business and built it into something that she could never have imagined, witnessing their lives change with every success in Araminta's business. Her sister spoiled her, and despite the trauma of their loss, Bianca never wanted for anything and continues to remain at the height of fashion and the object of everyone's attention when she walks into a room.

She learned early on that she could use her looks for leverage and she's become quite skilled in the art of seduction, doing anything and everything she can to secure alliances and business to further the Medici name, all the while keeping iron clad walls up, protecting herself from getting close to anyone because with closeness comes more opportunities for hurt, and she's had lifetimes worth already.

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He couldn't help but laugh a little at the face that she gave him, never seeing her pretty features so contorted as she glared daggers at him, prompting him to raise his hands up as if he was forfeiting from a challenge. "I yield, I yield." he said, the amusement evident in his voice as he cautiously took a few steps forward. "My love, there is nothing to be jealous of. I was speaking to the Marchioness and you can rest assured it was nothing like how I speak to you. We spoke of our hosts and the country, more than anything else." he said, getting closer to Aurora as she huffed and glared at him.

"No one has my attention more than you do, I don't know if you noticed but my eyes have been on you all night, because how could I ever look away." he asked, kneeling and taking her hands into his own, raising them up so that he could kiss them as he looked into her eyes sincerely, "To me there is no one on earth who is as beautiful as you, you know that." he said, shaking his head, "I know that it is difficult, but you understand why I cannot have you on my arm -- at least not yet, not until we figure this out. You are my wife, you are the only woman I want on my arm and as long as you know that we'll make it through this." He needed to make sure she heard that from him, but he couldn't help the mischievous smirk that appeared again on his face. "I'm not used to being on the other end of this whole jealousy thing, usually it is me threatening to lop arms off. You're quite adorable when you're jealous, my love."

the princess was quiet at first as he spoke. she did not answer his questions and it did not help her sunken mood, when he agreed to the other woman's beauty — aurora simply scoffed and took another drink of the wine to keep herself from saying something untoward. of course, it was absolutely true, but he needn't agree with her in this case. when he said what she was avoiding, that she was jealous, the beauty sighed; though it came out more like a huff. " of course i'm jealous, " she admitted, knowing there wasn't a point in denying it. he would get it out of her eventually.

" i cannot help it, we said that we were going to be selfish by choosing each other and i am still — i selfishly want your attention. i don't want other women to have it, no matter how beautiful they are. " aurora pursed her lips, knowing that even if their marriage was known by all, she would still not have his undivided attention; but at least it would be known that he was hers. it would not be unheard of for a wife to demand her husband's presence — but the french princess could absolutely not do such of the scottish high king. " i want to be on your arm, not in the corner watching a woman think she can have you. " the princess downed the rest of the wine, before setting the empty cup on the ground beside the swing.