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MRS Baldwin De Clermont
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If mine was a Goode it would be Matthew Roydon WITH earring 🤣🤣
If you were in a room with every character from every book you read/tv show or film you watched (imagine there is a room big enough) who would you gravitate toward the most
Ill give you 3 incase 1 is too hard 🤣
OMG, you are seriously killing me my dear @adowbaldwin 😘😘🫂🫂
Odds are in favor for these guys:
Ben Barnes, Henry Cavill, Daniel Gillies, Trystan Gravelle, Matthew Goode, Keanu Reeves, Aleksander Skarsgard
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Id fully die if they were all in a room together
Like D E A D dead
DONE
If you were in a room with every character from every book you read/tv show or film you watched (imagine there is a room big enough) who would you gravitate toward the most
Ill give you 3 incase 1 is too hard 🤣
OMG, you are seriously killing me my dear @adowbaldwin 😘😘🫂🫂
Odds are in favor for these guys:
Ben Barnes, Henry Cavill, Daniel Gillies, Trystan Gravelle, Matthew Goode, Keanu Reeves, Aleksander Skarsgard
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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.
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My two emotions in this chapter:
FOR WANT OF A NAIL
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Part Fourty-Six
Summary: Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to irritate him every other century
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The house had been a whirlwind of activity since Martin had first brought Yvette home. Estienne had spent of his time cooing over the baby and worrying about the list of things that she would need. Josselin had rolled her eyes and gone down into the town, muttering something about over-emotional men.
Sister Rosaline hadn't been able to abandon her duties to join the household as Yvette's wet nurse, but she'd passed on the details of a second woman, Loyse, who had accepted the position. She was off somewhere now, setting up her things and sorting out the belongings of her own son, Jaquob.
Martin smiled. The boy had been hovering over Yvette all day, even letting her sleep on his lap while he held her hand.
Her first friend.
Yvette was awake now, eyes roving over her room. It was, temporarily, in the guest quarters while extensions to his tower were completed. There was a wooden cradle in the middle of the room - oak, covered in tangled vines and small birds - and a basket in the corner for dirty swaddling, but for the moment the room was bare of decoration.
'Do not worry,' Martin said softly, 'We shall have some tapestries cleaned and brought up for you.'
Yvette looked up at him, eyes rolling up immediately to stare at the ceiling then over at the window. Martin brought her over and held her up to the glass.
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'For the baby,' Miriam smiled, passing Martin a small wooden box.
Martin had given Yvette a proper Gaul baptism during their ride home. Now he had to pay for a Roman Catholic service to make everything legal and above board.
Matthew leaned over Martin's shoulder as he unboxed a silver spoon. The spoon was carefully engraved with YB, the letters entwined by tiny curlicues. 'That is beautiful!'
Martin leaned in and hugged Miriam. 'Thank you.'
'Of course! Anything for my favourite god-daughter.'
The guests parted behind her as Baldwin stepped through.
'Speaking of favourite god-daughters' Miriam murmured.
Yvette was gazing, enraptured, up at Baldwin as he carried her around. They had taken to each other immediately; Baldwin scooped her up and called her pignora, and Yvette shrieked with laughter for the first time ever and buried a tiny hand in his hair.
She was still playing with it now, winding copper strands through her fingers and watching the light play across them. Baldwin had a pinched expression on his face; as they drew closer Martin could smell why.
'All yours' Yvette cried out as Baldwin passed her to Martin, her big blue eyes filling with tears. Baldwin looked as though he'd been stabbed.
'Let us get you changed and Uncle Baldwin can carry you again' Martin kissed Yvette on the forehead as she started to sob, and went off to look for Loyse.
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'What has happened?' Baldwin asked, as Matthew and Miriam blurted out 'Are you alright?'
'I asked Loyse to show me how to dress Yvette in case I ever need to in future.' Martin passed Yvette to Baldwin; he looked pale and green at the throat.
'And?' asked Baldwin, pointedly ignoring Miriam's unsublte shakes of the head.
Martin shuddered and turned even paler.
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Later that evening, after the celebratory feast had died down and the guests had gone to bed, and Yvette had finally been peeled off Baldwin and put to sleep in the new nursery, Martin lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
Seeing his best friend holding his daughter, it was like - rītije - Martin swallowed the lump in his throat.
A future so tantalisingly close he could picture it as easily as breathing lay just in front of him on the other side of impossible and it was killing him.
Before, when it was just the two of them, - and isn't that a knife twist into his guts- he could pretend that it was fine, that meaningless hugs and stolen glances were enough to close the chasm in his chest.
Now though...
Now...
Now.
'He loves her too..' Martin rolled over, clenching fists into his pillow as he started to sob.
Author's Notes
From my research into medieval childrearing, it appears that nappies weren't used during the period. Instead, the child's swaddling acted as a kind of onesie plus, both clothing and diaper.
"...The most idiomatic and Roman of endearments is pignus. A pignus is whatever one gives as bond or security for a debt, or to assure appearance in court, good conduct, etc. By extension, a person who is a pignus can serve as a “collateral” or “hostage”—for example, in diplomacy between two states. When applied to children, as it sometimes is in epitaphs, in poetry and other emotive contexts, pignora casts them as “sureties” or “pledges” of the love of the parents, assuring the reality of their marriage. But in such contexts it has no legalistic flavor. Often the best translation is simply “dear ones” rather than something more literal, like “little guarantees.”" - Dickinson College Commentaries
Silver spoons: "In many religions, the christening of a baby is an extremely important occasion and one marked with a good deal of ceremony and hope for the future. It’s the moment shortly after birth where a child is named before their God and welcomed into the church as a newborn.
Many faiths have their own form of christening and celebration, but all these occasions tend to involve buying a gift for the new child. In many cases, this is a silver artefact or nicknack such as a spoon, box or bookmark.
There is a rich history for gifting silver christening spoons and it stretches back to Medieval times, perhaps even before then. The original reason for this was not because silver was a valuable metal but because it could help ward off evil and protect the child. The spoon later became a way to wish a child health and prosperity for the future and was highly symbolic.
As silver became a more valuable commodity, its gifting was more generally seen as a matter of prestige. It said something about your status in life and who you were. This is where the phrase ‘born with a silver spoon in their mouth’ came from, with all its negative connotations.
Today, giving a silver christening spoon remains part of the tradition and is usually given by a close family member such as a godfather or mother, brother or sister. The spoon can vary in design from the very ornate to a simple motif but it is normally engraved with the initials of the recipient child." - Edinburgh Silver
rītije/o - copulate (I'm using this as a stand-in for 'fuck' because the Proto-Celtic word list, which sadly is no longer available online, didn't have 'fuck' on the list).
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They need their own series
Will & Alice Mondrich | Bridgerton S3 Trailer
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Can’t stop thinking about a very specific dynamic
A healer and a knight fall in love.
The healer spends hours healing everyone but themselves. Caring for the sick, stitching wounds, setting bones, pushing dislocated limbs back into place. Wearing themselves to exhaustion.
The knight gently tends to the healer. Holds them in a hot bath, rubbing the soreness from their muscles under the warm water. Applies balm to their chapped fingers. Brings them tea and tucks them into bed before climbing in beside them.
The knight defends everyone. Fights off the enemy with a sword and a shield, takes the blows intended for someone else, holds the line until help arrives, fights through any and all injuries they need to in order to defend those under their protection.
The healer defends the knight when they’re down for the count. When the knight collapses, the healer takes up their sword and defends them until they get back to their feet. If someone dares to say anything against their knight they get in their faces and the healers words are sharp and cold as any blade, cutting deep into their opponent.
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you should always be careful when you fall back asleep again after waking up because sometimes you will just have a pleasant little snooze but sometimes you'll get trapped in TIME PRISON. unfortunately there is no way to predict this.
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Hugh joins in on family drama by slamming doors and pushing things over to show which side of the argument he's on.
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