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LIZZY. I’m throwing in a late entry because I can’t believe I didn’t do it yesterday. Alexander/Anna kid
Name: Alexander "Alex" Lambton II
Gender: Male
General Appearance: The spitting image of his father at his age, but he has his mother's kind eyes.
Personality: Adventurous; affectionate; ambitious, athletic; articulate; caring; clever; compassionate; creative; generous; impulsive; insecure; protective; reckless; short-tempered; stubborn; trustworthy; well-intentioned
Special Talents: Excellent marksmen, good with a sword, always had a knack for history and geography and is kind of a closeted nerd in that way, he also isn't a bad sketch artist (a talent he learned from his mother ❤️) but he keeps that one a secret since his father has told him that it is "a waste of a man's time to employ himself with pastimes that are only suitable for women"
Who they like better: Although he has been seeking his father's approval his entire life, Alex is closer with and loves his mother more. I feel like he would have been kept away from his Calvert family members who would have shown any affection (Aunt Rose & Uncle Charles) and his mother was the only one who consistently showed him love and kindness and without her, he would truly be lost.
Who they take after more: He inherited his father's pride and temper, but his mother's empathy and kindness. As the eldest son of Alexander Lambton, it was drilled into his head from the day he was born that he would one day be king and as Alexander's heir, he must live up to all his father's expectations of him. I feel like Alexander and Anna would have had more children than just the one, but Alex would have been the only one Alexander ever paid attention to. His father would simultaneously put immense amounts of pressure on him, but at the same time, ignore giving his son any instruction or advice. He expected perfection without giving his son the resources to perfect it, and Alex struggled for a very long time with feelings of inadequacy. His frustrations would often erupt in fits of rages that he would often take out on those he loved the most (his mother, his friends, his younger siblings, etc), but unlike when his father became angry, Alex would become overwhelmed with feelings of guilt and shame, but feel that to express any sense of remorse would be to show weakness.
Personal Head canon: When Alex got to be a certain age, I feel like he might have spent some time with his Uncle Howard learning how to hunt sorcerers, since his father despises them so much, I think he would have felt that if he could prove that he was invaluable in the effort to completely destroy them, that his father would respect him. I definitely think his mother tried to stop him, but he wouldn't have it and they had some kind of big argument before he left. I think he probably did an excellent job with his training and probably even helped to capture several sorcerers during his time with his uncle and he returned home to an impressed father who was finally starting to show him that he was proud. However, it didn't take Alex long after that to realize that his mother was also a sorcerer, and he realizes how wrong he had been. I'm not sure if this would result in some kind of showdown with his dad or if he would just sneak his mother and siblings back to Valeria, but I think that realization would be a huge turning point for Alex and his character. Also, I feel like he was just hugely protective of his mother and siblings in general and did a lot to shield them from his father's anger, when possible! (And then he felt even worse about himself when he couldn't protect them from his own anger!!!! I think at least one of his sisters was probably afraid of him and tbh that broke his heart)
Face Claim: Young Leonardo DiCaprio
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alexander lambton: valentine (if there were a valentine's day/if there's a valentine's day equivalent i guess hahah)
how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?
HAHAHA omg! In short ... it's for losers! TBH, he's never had a relationship where he would even think about celebrating it on this day. He just goes from woman to woman and mostly only sticks with them for a 24 hour period to about a month (at most).
And since he's literally never celebrated it, he just doesn't think about it, at all, and when it comes up he probably just rolls his eyes and is like "ok whatever."
I do think he if/when he got married, that he would sorta feel obligated in a weird sort of way to buy his gal something huge and over the top, but not out of love, just if all of the girls are going to be comparing how much their man spent on them, Alexander is going to blow them all out of the water, haha!
IDK that he would really do a romantic evening with his wife though. I think it would be pretty much the normal routine + the huge gift and that would be that. (He's not really a romantic guy lmao).
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"No one knows of this?" Alexander didn't precisely trust her, just now, but he felt that, in this, she was telling the truth. And as he liked to believe that his intuition would always serve him well, he believed her.
He told himself that he wasn't afraid of her: she might be a sorceress but she was still a woman and his own pride would not let him consider the fact that he could very well die tonight, with a vine around his neck. The fact that she was on her knees, crying, begging him for his help certainly helped to facilitate his own misguided notions that she was still powerless against him.
His hestinancy stemmed, instead, from the political consequences of this situation: even as a King, she was a danger to him. He would have to flee home to his own country, if anyone found out that he knew about her and did nothing. He did not think her position as the Queen's cousin would grant her any special privileges. As she had pointed out, the King had been murdered by her kind.
He had half a mind to march her back into her father's house and rouse the entire Calvert family and demand that she confess to them what she was: he believed that that would cement the alliance between himself and the Queen and that Valeria would be his. Even as Anna pleaded that she did not want to hurt anyone, Alexander knew that all too often, the sorceresses would lose control of their abilities and turn on everyone who was not like them. He would tell the Queen that he had saved the rest of her family from being murdered in the same way her own father had been, not long ago.
Still, he couldn't ignore the rather tempting thought that he could so easily use her: she would do anything he asked to avoid being exposed and she was so recently aware of her powers that he was sure that there was some time left before she would try to turn on him. His own confidence in his abilities to combat her, regardless of her own powers, kept him from fearing that moment.
He could command her to be his mistress and he could command her to use her abilities for his own gain.
"Get up," He commanded, "Show me what you can do and I will consider helping you."
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Discovered | Anna & Alexander
“I know what I saw, witch!” He dared to take a step closer to her as he said it, his eyes full of anger and fear, all at once. “Do not try to tell me that I did not.” She could try to blame it on the brandy all she liked, Alexander Lambton knew how to hold his liquor and as much as he had had to drink, he knew that he was sober enough, now, that it was not his eyes playing a trick on him.
Still, his head was spinning and he did not know what to do. Part of him wanted to strangle her - how dare she make him want her, when she knew all along what she was? He was angerier still that he had been blind to ti. He had boasted many times that he could pick out these freaks in a crowd better than any hunter, and here he was moments away from having one in his bed.
In his frustration, he grabbed the vase full of flowers that she had picked and threw it past her, watching the glass vase splinter and break against the walls and settle onto the ground.
“How long have you been afflicted?” He spat, “How long have you known?” It was a question he hardly wanted the answer to. Unless this was the first time it had surfaced, Alexander would not be satisfied. “You dared to try to seduce a King, while you held such a secret! Does your father know about this? Is that why he is so desperate to be rid of you?”
Anna gasped, ducking out of the way as the vase flew past her. Think, think, think! Her mind shouted at her as she knew she needed another plan. She had quickly realized she would not save herself, not now that the King knew and especially since he clearly had deluded himself into the idea she had been a willing participant in his amorous pursuits. Embarrassing a man with an ego such as his spelled her doom, witch or not.
As her fate was all but sealed, Anna had one singular focus now: remain free long enough to get to Rose. While the discovery that Anna was a witch would bring shame upon her family, no one would ever believe her father or Howard were a part of some conspiracy to hide the truth. But free spirited Rose who already existed outside the norms of society… would they think her a witch as well? So often the affliction was associated with women, Anna could only imagine what terrible conclusions the masses might think up. No, it was imperative that Anna remain free long enough to ensure her sister was able to get herself out of Valeria for her own safety.
Alexander Lambton had made clear his thoughts on the minds of women– weak, foolish, simple. She knew she could not appeal to his sympathies, for he clearly had none, but perhaps he might be concern with his own image– for all of Valeria had seen that he foreign king was clearly infatuated with Anna– that he might keep her secret long enough for her to send Rose away. Then she would go to Margot, confess everything, and hopefully save the family from the disgrace of having her publicly exposed.
“I…I…” she stammered, looking up at him from where she cowered across the room. “No one knows… I don’t even know how long it has been since this…this… affliction has plagued me, but it has been just within the past months that I’ve realized I have become such an abomination and… and…”
Anna sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t help it— even though she was confessing this to the last person in the world she should ever wish to know her secret, it was as if months and months of pressure had suddenly been released. She had thought to tell her secret so many times– to Rose, to Charles, to Cordelia– but had always found herself too fearful of their response. While she hated to be so utterly vulnerable in front of such a despicable man she knew a least the outburst of emotion would help sell her desperation.
“I had no idea what to do once I realized… No one in Valeria hates witches more than my father; no one is more committed to their eradication than my brother… my own uncle the King was murdered by them! The shame it would bring upon my family it…it… it paralyzed me. I thought perhaps if I ignored it, the affliction would disappear as quickly as it appeared but I realize I was such a fool to believe that possible…”
Anna had never been spoken about in such a way as the King spoke of her that day. She had hated when people spoke of her so highly, but she had always been held as the shining of example of a lady in the court. Had any man spoken of her in the way Alexander did this night, she knew her father would have had him dealt without a second thought. Still, she knew better than to protest.
“Your Highness I swear I would never do anything to harm anyone and I never meant to deceive you. I love my family… my country… my loyalty lies entirely with Valeria and… and… I don’t want to be like this. I just want to be as I was before.”
This was the moment. She knew that he would be entirely in his right to kill her on the spot, should he so chose. There was no punishment to ridding the world of a witch. This was her one chance– for her family, for Rose.
“Your Grace… Alexander…” she locked eyes with him before continuing, her own brimming with a fresh set of tears. “I beg of you… please… help me. I have no one else to turn to.”
She felt suddenly as if she had walked directly into the lions’ den, but unfortunately there was no other road available to travel.
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Discovered | Anna & Alexander
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Anna had always loved the greenhouse. She had spent hours there with her mother as a young child, though those memories were hazy now. This wasn’t the first night she’d come to there in the early hours of the morning, reading or putting together bouquets she’d bestow upon the house.
Anna had smelled the scent of cigars and brandy seconds before she felt Alexander’s hands on her. She doubted she’d ever moved as quick as she did in those following moments, her only thought being that she need to escape, to flee.
As she did, Anna felt the strange sensation that accompanied her powers as she tried to put as much distance between herself and Alexander. Repulsion, surprise, terror, and something that she couldn’t describe all hit her at once. She hardly heard Alexander speaking as she stared at the flowers and plants surrounding them both. It seemed as if they mimicked Anna’s own desires, flower blossoms closing, vines pulling in tight, leaves retracting… hiding, escaping.
“Stop!” her mind shouted and it seemed as if instantly the greenhouse had returned to normal. She might have thought she imagined it if Alexander hadn’t spoken his next words.
“You… you’re one of them.”
Anna knew she needed to try and regain control of the situation. For a fleeting moment she considered throwing herself at the King in hopes that finally gaining his prize might distract him. But the look on his face told Anna that would not work– for the first time he was not looking at her like something he wished to possess but instead with horror. Another direction would be necessary.
“Your Highness,” Anna said breathlessly, dropping the bouquet of flowers in her hand onto the bench next to her as she hastily adjusted her robe, wrapping it tightly around her. “I… I’m afraid my dear brother may have been too liberal with his brandy pouring this evening,” Anna continued, trying to keep her voice from shaking. She could smell the liquor on his breath. It was the smallest change that she might convince him he had imagined everything.
“It would be quite easy in the dark to mistake the greenhouse for the carriage house. If you follow the path back up the hill, you shall surely find your coachmen waiting for you there…” Anna dared to take a step towards him, reaching out to touch his arm and guide him towards the door. “No one need ever know that you were here..”
“I know what I saw, witch!” He dared to take a step closer to her as he said it, his eyes full of anger and fear, all at once. “Do not try to tell me that I did not.” She could try to blame it on the brandy all she liked, Alexander Lambton knew how to hold his liquor and as much as he had had to drink, he knew that he was sober enough, now, that it was not his eyes playing a trick on him.
Still, his head was spinning and he did not know what to do. Part of him wanted to strangle her - how dare she make him want her, when she knew all along what she was? He was angerier still that he had been blind to ti. He had boasted many times that he could pick out these freaks in a crowd better than any hunter, and here he was moments away from having one in his bed.
In his frustration, he grabbed the vase full of flowers that she had picked and threw it past her, watching the glass vase splinter and break against the walls and settle onto the ground.
“How long have you been afflicted?” He spat, “How long have you known?” It was a question he hardly wanted the answer to. Unless this was the first time it had surfaced, Alexander would not be satisfied. “You dared to try to seduce a King, while you held such a secret! Does your father know about this? Is that why he is so desperate to be rid of you?”
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Dark Red | Margot & Alexander
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It was an effort, she found, not to yank her hand away when he patted it. Instead, she sat where she was, enduring it with what must have been an insipid smile, for that was the most she could seem to conjure at the moment. No doubt she looked quite dull, that way. No doubt, she thought, glancing away in annoyance, that was a quality Alexander Lambton would want in a wife.
Despite herself, Margot released a pleasant laugh and glanced towards him, bemusement dancing in her eyes. “You’re more right, I think, than you know.” After all, if she ever found herself in concurrance with them, she would know straight off that she was about to do the wrong thing. “Their words guide nearly all my actions.” In the opposite direction. “Do you think they will get on with your ministers in Lotharia?”
As he spoke of her womanly inability to control her emotions, she did just that, suppressing the desire to kick him as well as the irritation snarl which threatened to overtake her features, and maintaining a passive mien. Soon, he was speaking of his own strength – his own ability to remain emotionless. Despite herself, she wished to laugh – wished that Cordelia were here that they might exchange a look, two parts contempt, one part amusement.
Sliding her gaze towards him, slowly, she smiled softly. “Oh, yes, Your Majesty,” she said, considering as she recalled how little aggrieved he seemed to be by the injustices all around him. “I am convinced you are right. I do not think you would prove easy to move.” That is, unless someone upset him personally or disappointed him. Then, she felt convinced, he would fly into a temper fit to for a king.
She glanced towards him again, studying his expression, wondering how his skull managed to fit so very much arrogance within it. It was, perhaps, the king’s most impressive achievement. “How easy it is for we poor females to forget our own troubles by comparison.” Despite herself, she could not prevent the touch of irony in her tone and quickly flicked her gaze off towards the gardens, hoping he would not notice…and if he did, she would handle it.
“How idyllic you make it sound,” commented Margot, tilting her head. He did, indeed. Oh, she didn’t believe him for a second, but the daydream of it seemed lovely enough – two nations melding into one for the good of both. But the dream was just that and no fairy tale notions would be enough to make her abandon her reason. Still, she had to play along. She had no choice. “A veritable golden age.”
Remembering a conversation she’d had with Cordelia, her lips curved upwards. “What shall history make of you, Your Majesty? What grand epithets do you foresee?”
“Hmm yes, I believe so,” He replied, moreso for her own comfort of mind than anything else. In truth, he knew little of his own councilmen, save that they all feared him - which he believed to be one of their redeeming qualities. In truth, he skipped most of his council meetings, unless there was something urgent that needed a king’s wisdom. The day-to-day was large left up to them to handle. Most of his conflicts with them stemmed from Alexander realizing that his money had run out again and he demanded of them to run things more efficiently so this would not happen. They generally blathered on about this excuse or another, but in the end they always came up with the money, somehow, because they knew that their heads were on the line if they did not.
All they must do, is raise taxes, Alexander mused. Why was that so hard for them to understand?
“In truth, Your Majesty, I believe your own counselors may be the superior breed.” He looked around Valeria and only saw the how much success it seemed to enjoy, in comparison with his own lands. Lostaria had been driven in the ground by his own mismanagement, but he could not see that. All he saw was how much more the Staffords had - he never dreamed that that was because they did not tax their people to the point that most of their subjects lived in poverty.
“I think my own might learn a thing or two from them,” He chuckled, softly, as though it was all a joke. He never did stop to consider why, if he was such a brilliant man, he had not been able to fix his council’s errors with his own sage advice.
“That is just it, Your Grace - I believe I shall be remembered for this union, and the great things we shall be able to accomplish because of it. Do you not think you shall be remembered for the same?” He asked.
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G wasn’t sure she managed to keep the look of horror off her face as Alexander reached out to take her hand. Absolutely nothing about his demeanour suggested he was truly upset about the passing of her father and brother. How could he, when he had never met Nick and it had been years since her father had visited Lostaria?
Her mind drifted to the previous night when she and George had been whispering about exactly what Nick would have thought about Alexander Lambton. She was sure if the two had ever met, the man sitting across from her would not been sad about her brother’s passing.
If Alexander Lambton knew anything about G or Cordelia, he would have immediately realized neither of their fiancees were suited for the sisters. “That is very kind of you to say…” G finally replied. “I’m sure our father put much thought into the matches…”
That simply wasn’t true. All the Staffords knew it. Nick would have ended all the engagements had he been given the chance.
As Alexander prattled on about how married life might be between himself and Margot, G felt her stomach sink. She couldn’t imagine her sister resigned to a life where she had to concede to the wishes of this brutish man, only allowing Margot to prevail in the most insignificant ways.
“Will… will you not return home after your wedding?” G asked after a moment. If Margot were forced to marry him, G has hoped that she might at least be able to live mostly independently from him. Afterall, did he not have his own country to rule?
“Hmm, yes. it is a good thing that he was in conversations about them before he died,” Alexander mused, “Otherwise you would all have a terrible time of it.” Not that Alexander was completely satisfied with the matches, himself. Still, he wasn’t quite sure what sort of man to marry off Cordelia Stafford to. She certainly needed a strong man, like himself, to curb her headstrong and stubborn tendencies, but he would never even consider marrying her - not when there were so many more enticing options. He supposed her fate would always be exile or death and he did not particularly care which befell her.
“Your father certainly has had more experience with these things than your sister,” He added. He knew that his own potential match with her had not been of her own making, but rather her more wisened council. Another clear sign to everyone that women were not meant to rule - if it was up to her, Alexander wondered if she would have tried to do it on her own.
Silly girl, he thought. It was clear she realized her mistake as soon as she saw him. He knew he was a hard man to resist.
“Occasionally, certainly,” He said, “But I will mean to split my time between both kingdoms.” He had taken a liking to Valeria - it was far superior to Lostaria in almost every way. Lostaria was a poor country and its landscape consisted of prairies and deserts - all flat and brown and hot. Valeria was elegant and lush and green. Not to mention, there seemed to be no end to the Queen’s gold, which would one day soon be his own.
Alexander meant to pass most of Lostaria over to his brother to deal with, and simply reap any rewards that might come from it, so that he might reside almost permanently in Valeria.
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Discovered | Anna & Alexander
Alexander Lambton had been disappointed with his visit to the Calvert household. He had accepted an invitation to dine at their summer residence by Clarence and had eagerly accepted, in the hopes of enjoying Anna’s company in a more private setting.
However, after dinner, he joined the men (sans Charles, but he hadn’t especially noticed the younger Calvert’s absence) for brandy and cigars. Anna and her sister had both retired, after, and he hadn’t been had the chance to bid her goodnight, let alone enjoy anysort of private conversation.
Still, he stayed late into the night conversing and gambling with Howard, long after the rest of the household had retired. Finally, when the skies began to promise to lighten, he said his final farewell.
As his carriage was departing the grounds, however, he spotted a faint light that came from the greenhouse. There was a faint light in the greenhouse and from his vantage point, he could tell that Anna Calvert was inside - and that she was very much alone.
In an instant, he was tapping his cane on the roof of the carriage, singeling it to stop. A moment later, he was climbing out of it and heading towards the greenhouse. “Your Grace?” He barely heard his servant call out to him as he abandoned the carriage. The servant began to nervously follow him, unsure what he was meant to do.
“Stay where you are!” Alexander barked. “I won’t be long.”
And if I am, he thought, you can damn well wait.
Quietly, he opened the door and stepped inside. He was surrounded by exotic trees and sweet smelling flowers. She was on the other side of the room, back towards him, all her attentions were clearly on something he could not see. A bouquet of flowers she had picked here, he supposed. He smiled to himself - women were so easily distracted by such simple, silly things.
There were a few candles lit in the area where she was, but as for Alexander - the shadows hid his form and the constant trickle of the fountain hid his footsteps.
He was entranced by her form. She had was still dressed for bed and wore a white robe over her nightdress. It was clear that she had not anticipated anyone to come upon her so late at night.
A moment later, Alexander came up behind her, grabbed her by the waist and tried to turn her towards him so he might kiss her, but she pulled away so quickly, so violently that he lost his grasp on her, and she pulled away, frightened.
He looked back at her, his mouth forming into half a smile and he took another step towards her -- looking more menacing than seductive. “I’m sorry to have startled you, but I cannot resist you, Anna, not when we are alone - not when -- “
His voice cut short as he suddenly realized that all of the flowers that had been blooming so beautifully only a moment ago, had all closed their blooms and the ones that Anna had held in her hands had wilted completely. In an instant, they all regained their vibrancy, but it was too late.
He had seen.
Realisation dawned on his face and he took a step back from her, recoiling.
“You ... you’re one of them.”
#comment#i made a funny typo and originally said that charles had invited alexander over alskjflasjfldsjf lol in what universe#anna calvert#discovered
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“Gentlemen, you had my curiosity, but now you have my attention.”
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Anna had noticed her father drifting farther and farther away from the pair as well. She had continued to protest at any mention that her father was hoping that she was the one he hoped to marry the king of Valeria, but a very small part of her was beginning to wonder if she was in fact the one who was wrong in this circumstance. She tried her best to push the thought from her mind but it hung there; she was unable to shake it.
Smiling, she nodded in response to the king’s assessment of her father. “My father is nothing if not devoted to his family. I know he was quite pleased upon Howard and Edith’s engagement. I can only imagine securing futures for one’s children must weigh heavily upon all fathers’ minds,” she mused.
She only hoped that her father’s mind did not spend too much time thinking on how best to make Rose’s future as miserable as possible.
“It would not be surprising that you have not met my brother, Charles,” Anna commented, her face not revealing that she knew about the interaction between the King and Charles earlier that month. Rose had been howling with laughter one afternoon upon Anna’s arrival in the conservatory with some lunch for Charles. Between her retelling through her laugher and a few details being filled in by Charles as he fiddled with some gears at his desk, she’d managed to get the tale. “I often find myself in his laboratory checking to make sure he had remembered to eat. But you are correct, he is doing the most important work. In fact the last time he updated me on his studies, he said that he might perhaps begin working on something to help reserve the… condition,” she paused, trying not to falter over her words as her mind screamed your condition! over and over.
“Do you not think it might be better to find a way to aide and cure those who are afflicted rather than sentencing them to death?” Anna asked, genuinely interested in his answer.
“My sister Rose is in attendance tonight…” Anna said slowly, turning her head to survey the room. “She is often hiding out somewhere with our cousin Genevieve however… Oh! There is John… He perhaps has seen where she might have disappeared to this evening. The Cravens and Calverts have spent many a part in this room so you might say we are experts knowing all the hiding spots.”
“Hmm, yes. An excellent match your father has made between your brother and Miss Craven. She’s rich and he’s handsome.” That was exactly what he hoped in a marriage when it came to his impending union with the Queen. She had more than enough money for the both of him and he was, he felt, undeniably good-looking. “I’m sure you are quite happy for them, hm? You shall gain a sister in Edith Craven.”
Alexander nodded his approval when he heard that Charles Calvert felt he was close, now, to finding a way to reserve the unnatural abilities many seemed to possess. He disliked the notion that someone might be able to overpower him and even though he would never admit it aloud to anyone, he feared them. Every last one. And he meant to see them all gone.
“I hope your good Queen is doing everything she can to finance this important work of your brother’s. If not, he may count upon my full support.” If he was as bright as everyone said he was, Alexander would consider him to be an important investment. “I should very much like to meet him one day.” Truth be told, he didn’t care much to actually make his acquaintance beyond the time it would take for him to assess how competent the man was. He supposed he cared to meet him as Anna’s brother, as well, but only to make her happy. He doubted he had much of interest to say to Alexander beyond what only cover a few minutes.
“Of course. A cure is the best solution.” To this, Alexander wholeheartedly agreed. He wanted them extinct and while he had no opposition to killing every last man, women, and child who exhibited this behavior, but if they could strip them of their powers, all the better. Alexander relished the moment he could watch the strength leave them and see to them powerless and weak. “Of course, they must be taken care of, one way or another.”
He turned and raised an eyebrow, “Hiding? Whatever is she hiding from?” Hiding with Genevieve, she had said, which led Alexander to believe that she was just as shy and silly and out of place as the Queen’s youngest sister. He would have no interest in her if she was, but that was much more preferable to the foolish, headstrong, stubborn girl that Cordelia was proving to be.
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His assurance never to put her in a position of discomfort gave her pause. The logical part of her knew that he couldn’t mean that entirely because then he would not ask her to play for him at all. However, his reaction was opposite to that of her father who often managed to coax and persuade his daughter into doing things she did not wish– that was evident at this moment as she continued to converse with the king.
“That’s very kind of you, Your Highness,” Anna replied quietly. She found she had to quickly glance away, however, as he mentioned not tolerating imperfections in himself. Anna quickly pretended to adjust her skirt as she tried not to grin thinking of what Cordelia might say should her cousin hear the king utter such a phrase.
“I hope I may be so lucky,” Anna replied, looking back towards the king. “I find as each year passes I more often prefer plants to parties. Plus the idea of raising a family in the country seems wonderfully idyllic,” Anna continued.
“I’m sure I can speak for myself and my siblings when I say we will be delighted to come. Have you had the opportunity to meet my younger sister and brother, Charles?” She glanced quickly to see if either were nearby, but spotted neither. “Charles is a brilliant scientist and is working to…” she paused, choosing her words carefully. “Find better ways to deal with the issues regarding witches in the kingdom. I can only imagine he, too, will enjoy a break for a country trip however. And Rose…” Anna smiled fondly at the mention of her sister. “Rose is always keen for a new adventure.”
“Hmm, indeed,” Alexander’s gaze momentarily drifted from Anna to that of her father. Clarence Calvert had stayed close to the couple for most of their conversation but had since given them a bit more privacy - something which Alexander had noted. “Your father is a good man, my lady, and I know that he is certainly considering your future happiness when selecting a young man to be your protector. I do believe a large house in the country with a family of your own may be in your future.”
Alexander, himself, meant to father many sons. Of course any child he would have with Anna would be a bastard, and therefore unable to inherit the crown, but if it was a family she wanted, a family she should have.
He briefly was at a loss for words when she asked him if he had met her brother. The answer was, yes, but he was less inclined to recount the circumstances of it. Alexander did not like to appear to be the fool, especially in front of Anna. The truth was that he had mistaken Charles Calvert for a servant, but Alexander was not about to say as much to her.
He acted as though he was taking a moment to consider it, and, finally, replied with, “... no, I do not believe I have had the pleasure. But it seems he is doing important work - so it does not surprise me that we have not yet crossed paths. The sooner we learn how to destroy the witches and all who aide them, the better.” Alexander was not afraid of them, as so many were - he had no doubt that his own superiority would win out in any fight against them, were he ever to meet one - but he did believe that they should be destroyed. They were freakish things: women bred with devils, the lot of them.
“I can say with certainty that i have never met your sister, either. Is she here tonight?” He had been eager to meet her, if only to see if she had the same appeal as her older sister, but the comment Anna had made about her being up for adventure, suggested that perhaps she would be just as irksome and frustrating as Anna’s cousins were.
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ALEXANDER LAMBTON - TAKEN BY LIZZY Age: 39 Portrayal: Leonardo DiCaprio Alliance/Occupation: Loyalist/King Relationships: Ernest Lambton (brother), Marguerite Stafford (potential fiancée), Anna Calvert (interest), Edward Lowry (friend), Virginia Wood (servant), Eli Wright (former security)
ngl kind of insane!!!
100% the wORST
cruel and unfeeling
can be very charming sometimes
but definitely has a v short temper and can become violent when crossed!!!
takes what he wants when he wants!
tbh his small country is not in the best shape r/n
became king only a few years ago after the death of his father and has already drained it of its resources!!!
he could really use the alliance between his nation and valeria
tbh has been eyeing valeria with a greedy eye for a long time now
his own country is small and 75% desert
while valeria has impressive cities and expansive farm lands
he hopes that, once he marries marguerite, that they will unite their two countries!
she can assist him financially and he can help secure her the crown simply by being a man
he honestly has no intention of letting her take the reigns but he will let her think whatever she likes up until they are married
has been lusting after anna calvert since he met her
had designs on making her his mistress once he is married
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