❛ --- THE ULTIMATE MEASURE OF A MAN is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy - Dr. Martin Luther King Jr

iuriis;

          ❛ —- Well, YES, alright—- you’re right. ❜ He shrugs a little, then approaches over, setting his hand on William’s shoulder. ❛ —- Listen, gov’nor, point IS we’ve had a lot of highs and lows but I think it’s time we worked together to get through this. If you allow, I would love to go with you. ❜

            YEARS OF being in his presence and learning his manner should have prepared him for the appropriate reaction to this situation; laughing in his face. But even still, George had a way of catching him off guard with his words. The stress straining Will’s mind wasn’t helping mental clarity either. It was just so absurd ❝ Go with me ? You’ve never held a weapon in your life ! ❞

Brougham Castle, Penrith, Cumbria, England, UK

iuriis;

           He would follow him, like the stalker and jealous pleb that he was. ❛ —- Oh dear goodness, so it IS true? I wasn’t so sure but I suppose this means you’ll be going to fight, no? I always KNEW you were quite brave at heart. ❜

           ❝ HOW LONG have you known me, George ? Is it really that surprising ? ❞

theladyaustria;

        “ I don’t know what you want to hear.. I am worried, like everyone in Europe at the moment. ” Which wasn’t even a lie, she was worried. Having barely survived the last great war, she was not keen on being dragged into whatever Johan was trying to achieve at the moment. She didn’t have the strength to support him at the moment, neither did she really want to do support him. “ Times are too uncertain at the moment..”

           ❝ UNCERTAIN is an understatement ❞ his voice caught in his throat; scratchy. Having taking up what couldn’t even be considered chain smoking it was that heavy, he was reminiscent of the factories of the North churning out smoke nigh constantly. Fingers itched to pluck another cigarette ❝ I can’t help but feel we’ve merely angered the beast, not killed it ❞

iuriis;

@miercna

          ❛ —- Okay, right, I got your attention, didn’t think I’d be graced with that much coming from you. Listen, though, you were talking to the King about the war, yeah? ❜

             ❝ Christ... ❞ why did he even answer in the first place ?  The urge to just walk away and cut the conversation dead was unbearable ❝ What of it ? ❞

"Oi, listen. I need a favor."

          ❝ ...Depends what it is❞

                                     A stern and silent pride

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                                            IND. SEL. PRIV. EXCL.  written by Amy

#TeamSinclairAntis

Sam Claflin photographed by Ben Parks

bertievi;

The nights of near constant bombings, sirens and spending sleepless nights in the makeshift shelter under the palace was bound to wear down the morale of anyone. Though it was noted that it seemed to have exhausted William a great deal more than the King thought possible.

“Joy be the day when he runs out of –fuel or ammunition.” Half a comment to himself, though he looked to William for how exhausted he sounded. “Stiff upper lip.” A scoff if a little amused, “Seems to be the thing that -annoys him m-most.” Hitler seemed to be trying considerably hard to break the spirits of the British people. “You know you’re allowed –to rest? We have not had a –peaceful night in a while, it’s understandable.”

          HE WAS simply silent, looking into the empty space of his spinning mind, eyes losing their focus. Was he truly allowed to rest with what he was ? Politicians, or more aptly, war lords, weren’t as worrisome as the threat of another country seeking him out to put him 6 feet under. Johannes had been a neutral acquaintance for centuries, they’d even fought side by side on a few particular occasions, and now all of a sudden they had been made into enemies. A crying shame. 

          ❝ I can’t rest, your majesty ❞ he says finally, eyes coming back up again to look him dead in the face ❝ I want to fight ❞

danttyllew;

     “William!” Her laughter continued at his dramatic display. “A thousand is a great many!” She approached and rose his head with a finger crooked beneath his chin. “Here is your prize.” She bent down herself to his level and pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

          A CHEEKY smile and laugh was all he was awash with as he rose out of the kiss she bestowed, coming back up to his full height, trickster mind whirring with what to do next... A-ha ! It struck him !  Rushing forwards, he whirled round in front of her, chest puffed and shielding her with his body against his imaginary foe ❝ But watch out ! Hark ! The Gauls !  I’ll handle this, mi’lady !  ❞

        God’s he felt like a young boy again, sparring against the elders in the tribes to prepare for raiding parties and warring with an imaginary horde. Such an active mind. Sword was drawn with a rasping “ shink ”, finessing the blade in the air in a way that would scarcely defend himself against a real attacker, pirouetting like a dancer ❝ Back ! Back I say ! ❞ fingers came to his lips to whistle his horse ❝ Don’t worry Lady Glyndŵr, I shall defend your honour ! ❞ He couldn’t even keep the act up, voice breaking with his last sentence into a wheeze. 

Admiralty Arch, The Mall, London, W1

Happy St George’s Day - Patron Saint of England.

            ❝ Happy St George’s Day ! ❞

I fucking hate this ( feat. @iuriis )