mariusdanjou​:

He had always been raised to be chivalrous, despite the rumours of dastard visions, he did not seek the discomfort of his estranged wife and would rather see her seek a happiness that had long been kept at bay. So, with Alexandre of Aquaintaine’s admission, Marius could not help but grimace beneath his morose expression. “And how did she react?” He asked, a brow quirked in curiosity as he stood before the other, waiting for an answer to paint the picture. He had asked for something perhaps unattainable to the Duke, but Marius still had hope that he was the one who may fill in the cracks left empty by unwilling spies and lost men. Shifting his weight from foot to foot, Marius leaned against the wide birth of a nearby tree-trunk, an ear left to listen for any incoming footsteps. “Have you heard anything of France, Alexandre? I know it is a lot, but we must keep to planned advantages…” 

The dissolution of Marius’s marriage had shaken France and Italy and destroyed the tenuous relationship between the two countries. Still, Alexandre had to applaud the man for going after what he wanted.  “She seemed offended by my rebutal but other than that she has promised to help find me an Italian bride. At least that way there is a reason for me seeking out her company.” Did Marius still care for his wife? Alexandre couldn’t quite understand the man’s thoughts. “I haven’t seen the king for weeks, I assume he has yet to arrive but still as soon as he is seen I will make my presence known.” He had everything planned. From the wine sourced from his own vineyards to the whore he’d alredy tried out. The king’s desires would be met and a friendship would blossom. 

santianscrids​:

status: open ! location: lisbon stables, dawn

the four walls of the jeronimós monastery was beginning to get a little bit suffocating for the youngest castilian prince. he wasn’t all used to being in such a confined space for this long most especially with this many people. he was a man who loved his open fields as far as the eye can see having been on the road for more than half of his life, hopping from one nation to another may it be for military campaigns or ambassadorial duties. he will admit, the monastery was nothing short of beautiful with one of the most beautiful gardens he has laid his eyes on, however this did not suffice his grace. he needed to be away momentarily, far from the pressures placed on his shoulders and fake pleasantries.  

waking up way too early than majority of the castilian court, he decided to sneak away to the stables, hoping to go on a ride before anyone would even notice that he was gone. he had no problems saddling his own horse— these were such trivial things to him and needed no assistance. he also did not want to disturb whoever was watching over the stable’s slumber considering how early he arrived. as quiet he could be, santiago began preparing his stallion, Monte, for his early morning ride. 

despite the sleep deprivation, his senses were alert as always; an innate instinct especially in a place that was foreign. he kept cautious of his surroundings while finishing the task at hand. santiago found his hypersensitivity a gift; it was what kept him alive in battle. however he had to remind himself he wasn’t on the battlefield anymore. in fact, he was far from it.  it wasn’t like someone would attack him anyway. it wouldn’t be wise to carry out such deed when everyone was in lisbon for peace. “woah there Monte. it’s alright—” santiago calmed his stallion, a hand on his body, a gesture of assurance. “he doesn’t like very many people and we weren’t expecting anyone here this early. my apologies.”

The mornings were growing more dull with each passing day and Alexandre was now starting to feel the suffocating effects of his duties. Still, he was proving himself more with each day and that would bring him one step closer to his goal and yet it still seemed so far away. This morning was different from the rest, at least Alexandre would try his best for it to be that way. It was barely dawn when he rose and dressed but depite his throbbing headache, he was looking forward to the fresh morning air.  The stables were almost empty, aside from the stableboy Alexandre was the only one around and he quite enjoyed the peace. Atlas, his horse was his pride and joy. He’d been with him throughout the tourney and though he was getting older, Alexandre couldn’t part with him. He’d been with the horse for ten years, throughout battles and competitions and now here in Portugal.  The disturbance in the next box stall had disturbed Atlas a little and after calming his own horse, he looked over to see the blonde haired man with his own horse. “You have no need to apologize,” Alexandre said as he looked over the man’s horse. It was a fine specimen and one many would envy. “My own horse is very loyal so I understand the disturbance. Have you had yours for long?”

Alexandre de la Croix - Duke of Aquitaine 

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ofcxterina​:

in an attempt to gather some information from him, she’d certainly made a miscalculation. she felt a twinge of embarrassment of course, but it was overshadowed by the immense wave of relief she felt directly after his words, though they were rude in their own right. in that moment the thought of being tied to another frenchman had overridden her common sense and filled her with deep revulsion. “i apologize for my mistake, i did not mean to offend. i was simply not thinking straight. i do have a bit of a protective reaction when dealing with anyone french these days, i’m sorry.” sliding the conversation away from herself, caterina took a sip of tea, mulling on his proposal. “though, if your family is looking towards italy, i could be of some help to you.” she had the direct ties to every noble family in italy after all, specifically florence and milan. seraphina, her sister-in-law also had her whole family in naples, the type of royal blood alexandre no doubt desired. “though even here, there are many eligible ladies looking for prestigious matches from across the continent, or beyond.”

The former princess was not one to be overlooked in terms of intelligence and political savy and Alexandre was not going to be foolish enough to be one of those people. No, the princess was far more than anyone in France gave her credit for. “Which is only natural given our countries relationships but I am not Marius or France. I can be a friend, should you need it.” Marius needed him to keep an eye on his wife, thankfully for Alexandre she was beautiful so the task was not a hard one. He had no interest in an Italian bride but that didn’t mean there was any harm in looking.  “As a friend, would you truly help me in navigating the italian delagation?” In her own words, the italian people were no friend of France given all the political and relgieous arguements going on, no one could blame them. Still the title of Acquitaine held some allure to those in France and perhaps outside it. 

glorifiedcrown​:

⇢ Being true to the meaning of his name, constant, Konstantin found himself caught up within business and political affairs much more often than he found himself enjoying his time. The ambition which the Crown prince of Russia held within his heart did not allow him this pleasurable time, unless it was with those he fancied, who he inevitably had to push politics aside for. Other than these exceptions, Konstantin found himself attempting to gain increased power and influence for the Rurik house every waking moment.

“ These type of celebrations are not common for me, Sir. This summit is for business, after all. Members of the French court, usually, wish to improve their statuses every change they get. ” The insulting tone within the Russian man’s voice was accompanied by a smirk, as this was how he enjoyed gaining the upper hand over his opponents. 

Walking over to the Duke of Aquitaine, Konstantin poured himself a glass of the fine wine, and was indeed a fan of the taste. Thankfully, he could hold his own, and a glass would not interfere with any of his senses. 

“ I am unsure why we have not spoken more before on politics or economics, Sir. Aquitaine seems to be lovely, if the wine is any indication. ”

Alexandre had to admit to himself that to improve his own status was his very reason of being here but there was not many at a higher rank than himself. He’d already been with women of a lower station but that was for fun, not for comitment. “I am here on business as well but that does not mean we can not enjoy ourselves.” He gestured to the whores that had now joined the improtu gathering. He’d had one of them before and she did make for an enjoyable night. “You are a prince, the next ranking for you is king but that is up to god in terms of timing is it not?” His smirk was evident. Alexandre did not like being without control and right now his father had it all. He needed a royal match to overcome him and so far, there was nothing to offer. “If you wish to talk about such things I can,” He smiled. “But not before I offer you a case of my fine wine, as a gift for our future friendship of course.” It was all politics at any court. Even at a gathering such as this alliances and friendships were being made that had the potential to change the world. Alexandre was not going to miss out on such a thing and if people were going to exclude him from the room where it happens, he would just arrange another. 

open starter for: anyone!  location: The docks of Portugal

Alexandre had an eventful few weeks in Portugal and he had never imagined he would see his former lover arrive. Their summer together was something he would always remember but one he could not admit to but still, despite the worst part of himself, he had to watch her leave Portugal with their daughter and back to France. The little girl was the image of him but Alexandre could never claim her, not after everything he had said. Still, he couldn’t admit to himself that his heart ached seeing them leave without warning. 

The weather was horrendous with the rain the worry he felt was inevitable. If he had only claimed her then maybe they would stay? Even as he watched the ship set sail there was no use in what ifs and maybes, not if it would cost him what he truly wanted. Power and influence amongst the French and the only way to do that was to marry into the royal family and for Alexandre, any powerful royal family would do. “You seem to have come out as the heavens have opened.” He shouted to the person joining him as the boat got closer to the horizon. His eyes never left the ship until it faded from the view entirely. 

devidaure​:

A danger to the French reputation, she knew that she was to keep a sharpened eye on the Duke, leaving Lucrezia to remain in his boyish charms and gaggle of friends like a prey waiting to be taken. She leaned against the wall that lay behind, her hands resting against her back as fingers tuck together with intricacy. “Alexandre,” she named, lifting her head up so he may admire the curve of her neck or the fall of her gaze, as she looked to him with a darkened expression. “My reasoning is entirely personal, though I must admit I did not expect to see familiar faces linger. Have you been here this entire time? I do not think I’ve seen you privy to court,” Lucrezia teased, her eyes lowering as she looked to his garments — checking to his chemise with silent hunger that grew well beneath her gaze. “Do you think I am so precious and isolated I do not know what occurs here?” Lucrezia asked, raising one arm as to run her fingernails against the Duke’s jawline, her tips carving against his skin as if she were to mould him like clay. “I survived Aragon, and I lived here for a time… Or do you forget that I am not French?”

The lady in waiting had spiked a lot of interest in her arrival. It was no surprise that the queen was not fond of him but that didn’t stop him from engaging with her ladies. He had been with one or two but none was a bigger prize than Lucrezia. "My day duties keep me busy but I find other ways to occupy my time at night.” Just as he spoke, another woman walked past and let here touch linger on his back. She was one of the things that took his time of a night.  Alexandre kept his tone joyous though that must have been the wine. His eyes followed her gaze and although he had known women to be forward, none looked at him with such hunger as she did. “I was under the impression that a lady such as yourself wanted no business with activites that occur here.” His gaurd was up for many reasons. She was Alexandrina’s confidant, why would she acting such a way with a man very few trusted? Still, he was always one for games. “I do not forget much about a beautiful woman,” He leaned in closed, letting his lips barely graze her as he whispered, or letting her feel the warmth of his breath. “You have survived Aargon but I am not like any man you have met. Do you think you can handle such a thing?”  

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alisdelafose​:

Not only had this man ruined her, now he alluded that she was a bad mother? Had it not been enough to break her heart once but now did he intend on shattering it also?  “She is not too much for me, she has already been abandoned once in her life it would be cruel to inflict that pain again.” No matter how much he denied it, Juliette was theirs. They had loved each other and made her. Alis did not feel shame about that part of their romance. Alis loved him still despite his cruel words. He was right on one point. He was a stranger but not by blood. Alexandre had removed himself from her life and his daughters but he could not avoid them while they slept in the same castle. “You don’t have to be a stranger.” Her hand went to his. It was not romantic but something else entirely. “She is yours. Even if you claim her or not you can not deny such a thing, Alex.” 

Still Alexandre refused to acknowledge that the child was his nevermind to look at her. Maybe he was scared that once he saw her, would he love her? What would the people of France think of him if he admited she was his then he would be branded a liar and no one would trust him. No, he was too far gone.  “Must you try and manipulate the situation?” He asked trying hard to hide his anger at her. He was unjustly angry and Alexandre knew that but that wasn’t the main issue at hand.  The warmth of her hand on his was all too familar. His feelings for her were genuine but they were of the past, there was nothing there now and that was of his own accord. “Why must you insist on these things?” He said as he quickly pulled away his hands from under hers. “We were lovers, I never promised any comitment of the kind and you would do best not to expect it now.” 

⚡️ what do they do when they’re nervous?

⚡️ what do they do when they’re nervous?

When he is nervous, Alexandre becomes restless. He can’t quite sit still and his hands will start to tremble. In more severe cases of nervouses, Alexandre’s breathing will become more rapid. 

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🔪 which of the seven deadly sins best fits your character? 🎁what do they want most? what are they willing to sacrifice to get it?

🔪     Lust is the sin that best fits Alexandre. It is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body and it is a craving that he has succumb time and time again. 

🎁      Alexandre wants more power and influence as to not be at the beckon call to men like his father. He is loyal to France and his king but he desires a small portion of such great power and to have that means royal blood. He has already sacrificed his bastard daughter by denying he is her father but to get a royal bride means he will have to sacrifice his womanizing ways for now, until a marriage is made and consumated. 

mariusdanjou​:

location : the edge of the woods, just beyond lisbon’s centre timestamp : 18th july, late morning status : closed to @alexofaquitaine​​ / side-event

They meet alone beneath the shade of a large old tree, Marius meets the man he had previously arranged with. Though they had not seen one another in public since Alexandre’s arrival in Portugal, Marius had hoped that either player would gather some intel on the world around them. The state, the crown or the individuals who made up the scene like strokes of paint pigment. Meeting Alexandre was a kin to returning home, to hear a French accent that did not fill him with dread was for surely something to hold dear, as he held the reign of his horse; leading the stallion before going to the saddle. “Alexandre — ” he greeted, giving the horse a slight tug to keep it from walking onward as he tied the lead loosely around a low-hanging branch. “What news do you keep? Something promising, I hope.” 

Alexandre had been busy in Portugal since his arrival though he had failed in gaining an audience with the king of France, never mind to assert his own influence on the man. Still, there was time and Alexandre was not the sort of man to give up on anything so easily. “Your grace,” He greeted back with a quick bow of his own head. He hated coming to Marius with nothing to show for his time but he didn’t want to lie to the man. “I’ve made contact with your estranged wife under the guise I was seeking an Italian bride.” The memory made him smile. How humourous it was that she assumed he was seeking her out to fill such a position. “She assumed I was asking for her hand, naturally I debunked such thoughts.” 

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👩‍🎤how do they feel about their body?

Alexandre is in top physical form so to say he is pleased about his body and his physical appareance is an understatement. He knows that he is physically at his best and is regarded as handsome by most which only adds to his growing confidence. 

mariusdanjou​:

Marius lingered with his goblet, sat across from Alexandre who he held a hope for — a light rekindled for his time to come. He was sure that such a man would find his way forward, and he hoped in a selfish manner, that he may tutor the man to act more as he did for the wealth and future of his country, rather than for personal gain like his older brother (time would tell if Marius’ belief on his nephew, the King Henri, was to come true - so far, he had done little to make his mark). 

“I have faith in you, Alexandre. You are a true man of France, and that is the foremost thing I ask for. An undying loyalty to the country, to her future and cultivation. Perhaps your youth and withheld lands may land you a place by Henri’s sid —  to act as his adviser as I had one thought to do. You may grow close, offer him women and hedonistic hobbies that may ease his mind. He is after all, but a boy,” Marius waved his hand, as if to push his own thoughts away before taking to another sip of his drink. “For now, that is all. And when I do meet with his lordship, I would hope you to arrange such a meeting with the utmost secrecy. I do not want his advisers, or his guards, loitering around us… Keep your ear to the wall, keep your eyes sharp. Train yourself to act more as a shadow than a flaunting peacock… And keep a keen eye to Alexandrina, I do think she would make a worthwhile ally.”

Many had assumed Alexandre was only good for a handful of things and none of them included politics. He was known for his victories in tourneys, his womanizing ways but contray to what most people thought, he actually had a brain filled with ambitions. There were many similarities between Alexandre and the new king Henri though that statement was based on rumours and whispers as he hadn’t formally met the man as of yet. “So I shall first offer him the best wine and women I can gather and then gain his trust and position?” He didn’t need to say it out loud but speaking those words brought life into a plan that seemed so simple, given his own reputation it was one that seeminly would interest the new king. He sipped on the wine as he thought of all the possibilities this could open, all the influence he could gain. “You know that I would die for France and if this is what is required of me then I shall comply with your request.” Though it wasn’t a conventional way to gain more influence, it was an oppertunity Alexandre couldn’t pass up.  “In regards to the queen, I have been informed she has taken my former lover as a ladies maid. I doubt she will warm up to my company.”