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“These now serve one noble Queen,
But if power were in me,
For beauty, praise and virtues sake,
Each one a Queen should be.”
- The Praise of Eight Ladies of Queen Mary’s* court, by Richard Edwards
YOUNG LADIES OF MARY I’S COURT
JANE DORMER - Born in 1537, Jane Dormer was childhood playmates with King Edward VI. Jane joined Mary’s service prior to her accession, and upon becoming queen in 1553 became her closest maid, sleeping in her bedchamber with her, carving the queen’s meat and looking after the crown jewels. Mary was reluctant to let her marry, claiming there was no one worthy enough for her.
Jane was described in a poem by courtier playwright Richard Edwards as “a darling, and of such lively hue, that who so feeds his eyes on her, may soon her beauty rue.”
She eventually married Gomez Suarez, Duke of Feria, a close friend of Philip II of Spain in 1559, and moved to Spain later that year while pregnant with their first child. In Spain, Jane would maintain contact with Roman Catholics in England, and was seen as a champion of exiled English in Elizabeth’s reign; she also corresponded with four different Popes. After her husband’s death she took control of his estates, and was a candidate to take up the governorship of Flanders in the 1590′s.
MABEL BROWNE - Born in 1538, Mabel joined Mary’s household sometime prior to 1552. Due to her long standing service, Queen Mary attended Mabel’s wedding hosted in the Chapel Royal on 28th May 1554; according to historian Mary Everett Green, Mabel first met her husband Gerald Fitzgerald, 11th Earl of Kildare, at a masked ball. Shortly after the pair left for Ireland, where Mabel kept several priests in her household including a private chaplain named Nicholas Eustace. Nicholas was a relation of the Elizabethan rebel James Eustace, who mustered an Irish army with the help of Spanish troops to depose Queen Elizabeth; when this failed he fled to Spain. Mabel’s husband would be arrested in the Tower of London for years under suspicion of treason, which Mabel avoided despite keeping in touch with Jane Dormer.
MAGDALEN DACRE - Born in 1538, Magdalen Dacre was described by historian Sharon Turner as having been blonde, pretty and very tall; she allegedly stood a head above the other maids at court. According to contemporary biographer Richard Smith, one day Magdalen was washing her face when Queen Mary’s husband Philip II of Spain “playfully reached in”. She then picked up a staff and “strongly stroke the King on the arm”.
Like Jane Dormer, she was one of the maids mentioned in Richard Edward’s poem, where she was described as “not dangerous, her talk is nothing coy, her noble stature may compare to Helen of Troy.”
On 15th July 1558, Magdalen married Anthony Browne, close friend of Queen Mary and former Master of the Horse to Philip. The ceremony took place at Saint James’s Palace and the queen was in attendance. During Elizabeth’s reign Magdalen kept an illegal chapel for 120 worshippers, and her home became locally known as “Little Rome”. She supposedly wore a coarse linen smock beneath her court dresses, and was once accused of recusancy. Despite this, Queen Elizabeth visited her and her husband at Cowdray Castle in 1591, where the priests were kept well hidden.
*the poem is titled Queen Elizabeth’s ladies, but all the women mentioned served Mary and not her sister
#i've had this in my drafts for years lol#anyway if no one's making content i'll make it myself!#mary tudor#mary i#tudor#history
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i just finished all of ugly betty for the first time, and 2 blunts and 1 hour and 18 minutes into my 2nd watch of Barbie i just realized ma dukes is Betty Suarez
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THE SPEECH
Adolfo Suarez Gonzalez, later Duke of Suarez (1932-2014)
#the speech#adolfo suarez#duke of suarez#duque de suarez#spain#españa#spanish aristocracy#spanish nobility#royal#royals#royalty#royaltyedit
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Hi I’m Kelly and IDK who the fuck I ship Laika with anymore.
#rock a noodle art#oc laika#me#eye contact#frida suarez#el tigre: the adventures of manny rivera#sokka#avatar: the last airbender#lance lunis#symbionic titan#food mention#the duke of vaults#pda#the vampair series#selfie
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Jane Dormer, Duchess of Feria (6 January 1538 - 13 January 1612)
#jane dormer#duchess of feria#daughter of sir william dormer#wife of gomez suarez de figueroa y cordoba 1st duke of feria#history#women in history#art
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NYC and Miami mayors duke it out on Twitter over who is the bigger crypto advocate
"I look forward to the friendly competition in making our respective cities a crypto capital," said recently re-elected Miami Mayor Francis Suarez.
from Cointelegraph.com News https://ift.tt/3qmA5qj
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Corona Island Recap 1/17
The New Year’s Eve Masquerade Ball is over and here’s everything you need to know about what went down.
Daphne Blake and Dipper Pines shared a kiss during the ball. They parted ways for a bit and Daphne began talking to Skip Sparkypants. Once Dipper returned, he found Daphne also kissing Skip.
Having been in a weird place for the past few weeks, a drunk Hans Isles approached his girlfriend Mel Muse. An argument was had and the two officially broke up.
Eric Capitan attended the ball with Ariel Triton, but towards the end of the night left with Thorn McKnight. Having realized that Eric was gone - Ariel sulked for a bit before getting high and letting out their feelings with Shaggy Rogers and Violet Parr.
Not at the ball, Valerie Gray ran into Danny Fenton in his ghost form with his ghost dog, Cujo. Valerie then started to hunt Danny down. Eventually, after Danny calls for help, Fred Fredrickson, Honey Lemon, and Gogo Tomago left the ball to go assist. Together they rode up in the Burrito Bros truck and joined in the fight until Valerie retreated.
Old flames Belle Joli and Ralph Wreck were seen talking and hanging out together for a while. Savannah “Sav” Wrides noticed and got pissed, confronting him in her angry and drunken state.
Mel Muse, Thalia Muse, and Meg Moralis distract the DJ and Riley Anderson takes over the music for the night. Omari “15 cent” Jackson also made an impromptu performance.
Claudette Bijou and Adam Bete drunkenly decided to get married with their witness being Hans Isles. They convinced a local court officiant to marry them and did follow through with the paperwork - leaving them officially and legally married.
Star Butterfly and Billy “Bing Bong” Brandon also got drunkenly married, officiated by Riley Anderson. No legalities were followed so the marriage is not considered official.
Two sets of couples hooked up within the castle, leaving the ballroom to find a semi-private area not too far away. Rose Huntsman and Adora Weaver as well as Britney Santiago and Chip Skylark.
Despite their rivalry, Rancis Fluggerbutter and Vanellope Von Schweetz made out during the event.
A list of midnight kisses that were shared: Benny Shippe and Mel Muse // Gigi Moth and Rosie Widow // Layla Deare and Hades Niketas // Tink Bell and Mabel Pines // Poppy Pink and Angelo Suarez // Flora Patel and Mason King // Lock Bordes and Elsa Arendelle // Daisy Duke and Donald Duck // Tiana Benedita and Shaggy Rogers // Skip Sparkypants and Vanellope Von Schweetz // Winnie Lobo and Naveen Maldonia // Penny Proud and Vidia Storm // Britney Santiago and Chip Skylark // Velma Dinkley and Violet Parr // Billy Brandon and Star Butterfly.
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A Lady Worth Remembering
6 January, 1538: Birth of Jane Dormer, daughter of Sir William Dormer and Mary Sidney.
She was a leading lady in waiting to Mary I. After her mistress’ death she married Count Gomez Suarez de Figueroa of Feria, one of the few Spaniards respected in the English court during Mary ‘s reign. Ten days before her mistress’ death, following her orders, she arrived at Elizabeth’s state in Hatfield with Sir Thomas Cornwallis and John Boxall delivering some of Mary’s jewels, along with a request that she should pay the Queen’s debts and maintain Catholicism. There is no real evidence however that she visited Elizabeth or that she accompanied her husband two days later as she would later claim. When Count de Feria arrived to Elizabeth’s household to interview her about future relations with Spain, Elizabeth responded very coolly that she owed her release from the Tower to English citizens not to Philip of Spain (despite his active in role in advocating for her), and that she would refuse any help from him should the need arise against any opposition.
Count de Feria would later report that “she is a vain woman” and that she would conduct affairs “in the manner which her father” had done. His fears regarding the coming regime were also shared by his future wife Jane whom he married a month later after Mary’s death, in December 29, 1558. He left England the following year and Jane followed him two months later in July.
Feria was made a Duke in 1567 making Jane a Duchess but their joy was short-lived as he died four years later. Jane would never return to her country of birth again and when she left England, she took with her, her grandmother, Lady Dormer and Mary’s former friend and other leading lady in waiting, Susan Clarencius.
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The reasons why Letizia decided to part with such significant rings are somewhat more complicated than a supposed royal tradition that the queen wants to impose on our country.
A German publication, news.de, observed last October the hands of the queen free of rings and assured that the fact that Letizia does not use the rings hides a “terrible scandal” pushing away a possible matrimonial crisis as the reason for Letizia not wearing them.
To explain the reasons they referred to an article published in Vanity Fair last May coinciding with their 15th wedding anniversary in which we reviewed what had happened to the jewels that Letizia wore that May 22, 2004. We remembered then that the queen chose to part with her wedding ring because, as she told herself on occasion, the continuous handshakes of the receptions had caused her hand wounds.
It was in 2011 and for comfort reasons. A year later, her hands were in the spotlight again. Then, for her engagement ring. In 2012, journalists Esteban Urreiztieta and Eduardo Inda unveiled a curious episode in their book "Urdangarin. An achiever in the court of King Juan Carlos" that affected the jewel directly. The ex-partner of the former Duke of Palma, Diego Torres, said that the prince had chosen the Suarez jewelry ring by catalog and asked his brother-in-law Iñaki Urdangarin to pick it up at the jewelry shop on the Paseo de Gracia in Barcelona. Given the impossibility of being accompanied by the Infanta, Torres went with him and he encouraged Urdangarin to pay for the ring, valued at 3,000 euros, with the Nóos card, the case for which the son-in-law of the former King and Queen is in jail.
Urdangarin accepted the proposal and when the prince wanted to pay him back, he refused, giving him the ring as a gift. A story that, however, was never confirmed or denied by Suarez or the Royal House but that could be the cause of "Letizia prefer to leave the ring at the jewelery box," as the German website pointed out.
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That’s not why I’m staying (4)
Messes, and a small fire
Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2
Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez
Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive, and a VERY steamy scene, right at the beginning (I guess I now start every chapter with some people getting it on :D). This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18.
Word count: about 3,700 (Sorry for the absence of a Keep Reading option - I’m on mobile!)
Notes: This picks up where we left off, during Liv and Rashad’s date (pre-boeuf bourguignon), starting with Olivia’s POV. This chapter is slightly shorter than my usual ones, but I needed to have a shorter one to get myself back in the spirit of writing for pleasure. I’m sorry I’ve been MIA for a couple of weeks, my job is taking over, and writing is a big part of it, so opening a Word doc has been quite the scary experience. But I’m doing my best, and I intend to keep writing this series, because it makes me happy :) Thank you for sticking with me!!!
*****
Olivia’s lips find Rashad’s and capture them seamlessly. She feels him lean into her kiss, as he closes his eyes and lets out a quiet moan. Fuck, he’s sexy, she thinks. How had she never noticed before? Now she can’t get enough of him.
‘Fuck, Nevrakis,’ he sighs. ‘You’re so hot.’
She smirks and kisses him again, all the while unbuttoning his shirt. Rashad’s hands run down her spine, giving her chills as they do. They grab her ass firmly, and press her further against him. She can very clearly feel his hard cock under his pants. The mere thought of it makes her wet.
She can’t wait anymore. They had multiple makeout sessions, endless flirting, and a lukewarm sex session. She needs the real him, now, or else…
She grinds him more and more intensely, until they both can’t take it any longer. His right hand leaves her ass to find the spot under her dress, between her thighs, and he gently pulls her already wet panties onto the side. Breathlessly, she follows suit and unzips his pants, and quickly pulls down his boxers, finally freeing his big cock. He moans harder onto her kiss.
She can’t wait anymore. He teases her entrance with the tip of his cock, but she wants more, now.
Once he’s completely inside her, they both let out a low groan.
Finally, she thinks. That’s what she’s talking about.
*****
Liam can’t stop his eyelid from twitching. The collar of his white shirt is hurting his neck, suffocating him. He wishes he could just run away and never look back.
His encounter with Drake this afternoon did him a world of good. Finally someone listened to him, not in a fake way like Madeleine used to, when she was trying to seduce him with her pretend compassion.
He has his best friend back. They can count on each other again.
Madeleine is wearing a pre-bridal outfit — white everything. She looks so angelic, Liam himself has trouble believing that she really is a schemer, just from looking at her. But when he thinks back of their awkward, forced interactions… He shudders. No more thinking.
Leo pats him on the back. The two brothers smile at each other. They had a heart-to-heart earlier, and Leo perfectly understood that Liam can’t ask him to be best man, with the history that he and Madeleine share. It felt good to be supported, even by just two people.
Madeleine holds out her hand for Liam to take. Together, they walk onto the platform, surrounded by reporters and various representatives of the Cordonian press. King Constantine is already on the platform, and Liam can’t help but think that he hasn’t really seen his father in motion for a very, very long time. Can he even walk anymore? In any case, he’s good at concealing. If that’s what being a King means, well, Liam won’t be any good. He can feel the beads of sweat dangling over his brow.
His father gives him a curt nod. It’s time.
He clears his throat. ‘People of Cordonia. It is with great pleasure that I officially announce my engagement to Countess Madeleine of Fydelia.’ He turns to Madeleine and they offer each other their fakest smile. ‘We couldn’t be happier about the news, and we look forward to the upcoming festivities. In four days, this Friday, we will depart for our engagement tour, which will stop in Rome, then Paris, then London, finally culminating in a trip to New York City. With us, we will have the pleasure to welcome our wedding parties. Please, Lady Madeleine,’ he says as he turns to her.
She smiles and says, ‘My maid of honor will be Lady Kiara of Castelsarreillan. In my wedding party, I will be delighted to count my fellow former contestants Lady Penelope of Portavira, Duchess Olivia Nevrakis of Lythikos, Lady Hana Lee, and—‘ she pauses and Liam could swear she let a slight smirk show. ‘Lady Amara Suarez.’
The crowd lets out a slight gasp. Liam hurries with his list. ‘And my best man will be my longtime friend Drake Walker. In my wedding party, I am welcoming my brother, former Prince Leo, Duke Bertrand Beaumont of Ramsford, Lord Maxwell Beaumont of Ramsford, and Lord Rashad Domvallier.’ He takes a long breath. ‘Thank you, dear people of Cordonia, for your well wishes. We both wish you all the happiness we are experiencing ourselves, and to all a good night.’
*****
‘Well, I guess it’s official,’ Drake says as he turns off the TV. ‘We gotta do this thing.’
Hana nods as she takes a sip of her wine. ‘Yep. Just the thought of pretending to be helpful to that bitch is giving me hives.’
Drake has to chuckle at Hana’s swearing - he might never get used to it. ‘And I have to be Liam’s freaking best man. Which, like… it’s fine, of course I want to be there for him, but—‘ He trails off. Amara meets his eye.
‘You’re nervous about being in the spotlight,’ she finishes his sentence. He nods. She continues, rubbing Drake’s hand in support. ‘I know, me too, babe. But think about it. It’s for the best. We’ll be on the frontline, ready to pounce if Madeleine shows her hand in the slightest.’
Maxwell nods. ‘Exactly. We’ll be there for each other, too. Oh and, after these drinks, let’s all write our acknowledgements to Liam and Madeleine. That way, tomorrow, we can go to the cabin without a care in the world.’
Drake smiles earnestly. ‘I can’t wait. We all need it. You’ll see, Mike, it’s as calm as what we’ve seen of the coast today, but even more remote.’
Michael smiles excitedly. ‘I’m excited! I’ll take loads of pictures for Callie, she’s been asking about where we are. She’ll love that.’
Drake looks to Amara, who is smiling quietly, a sneaky tear in her eye. Without saying a word, Drake takes her hand again, and squeezes it. He knows how much she’s missed her niece. How badly she wants to be a part of her life again. Drake can’t help but imagine Amara’s family visiting Cordonia, coming to the cabin, having long dinners on the patio, overlooking nature… He may not have much of a family —it’s broken, it spans over two continents and three countries, it’s riddled with lies and unspoken things— but Amara makes him want to fix things. With her folks, with his… He wants their ducks to be in a row.
‘Guys,’ Maxwell whispers dramatically, ‘has anyone heard from Liv?’
This takes Amara out of her daydream, and she replies, ‘Oh, not at all. Let’s hope she’s too busy to text.’ She performs a theatrical wiggling of her eyebrows.
Hana joins in, ‘Maybe she’s just too tied up at the moment.’
Michael nods, a cheeky smile on his face, ‘Maybe she needs to remain on top of things.’
Maxwell, a proud look on his face, chimes in: ‘Maybe she can’t talk because her mouth is full.’
Everyone looks on in horror, until a collective roaring laughter takes over the silence.
‘Holy shit Max,’ Amara says, crying with laughter, ‘too far, honey!’
Michael wipes off a tear, ‘Jeez Maxwell, we were trying to be subtle over here!’
Maxwell shrugs. ‘I just wanted to be a part of it, guys.’
*****
‘Please Michael, go to bed,’ Maxwell waves him off. ‘You don’t need to do all this.’
Michael continues to carry plates from the living room to the sink. ‘No, I want to help! Drake cooked, Amara made the after-dinner drinks, I want to do my part.’ He pauses and makes a charming face at Maxwell. ‘Please.’
Max sighs. Why must they always meet like this, in the kitchen? All Maxwell has ever done in here is messes, and a small fire once —Bertrand still won’t let him use the oven—, but these days, he finds himself drawn to this space. This is where he puts plates together for his friends. Even though he can’t cook, he loves to entertain, and while he happily leaves the roasting and chopping to Drake, Maxwell loves preparing snacks and apéritif trays.
Not to mention the late-night cleanups. Which Michael always joins in on.
He chuckles and busies himself with the dishes. He told everyone else to go to bed, that he’s got it. Truth is, he was kinda hoping this would happen. People going upstairs to pack for tomorrow’s trip, and, if we’re being realistic, Drake and Amara probably going upstairs to get it on. Bertrand went to bed a while ago, as soon as he came home, and that leaves him here, now.
Dammit, he thinks. Why did the girls have to put these ideas in his head?
Well, once again, if we’re being honest, the ideas were already in there, but Maxwell was simply burying them under piles and piles of insecurity, laced with unwavering friendliness.
Maxwell had never been the one in charge before —no one trusts him with anything usually, see the kitchen fire anecdote—, but ever since Michael turned up, it had been Max’s pleasure to show him around, make sure he’s okay, and, most importantly, help him and Amara fix their relationship.
He knows Amara trusts him, and considers him like a brother, which is of course reciprocal. From the moment he told her about Savannah, and instead of judging him for keeping that secret from Drake, she helped him come clean, he’s known that she is a true friend.
So, if she herself is telling him that she sees something between him and Michael, could there be some truth to it?
‘Hey Max,’ Michael says softly, interrupting his incessant internal questions. ‘Is your brother ok?’
Maxwell smiles. ‘Yeah, Bertrand’s fine. He’s just stressed out. He found out that he’s part of the wedding party and needs to come on the Tour, and he’s like Drake in a way. He doesn’t like the spotlight.’
Michael nods. ‘I see. It’s crazy how different you guys are.’ He pauses. ‘I don’t mean that you love the spotlight or anything, but you’re just more...comfortable. In any situation. It’s really admirable, actually.’
Maxwell chuckles and turns back to his dishwashing so Michael can’t see that he’s blushing. ‘Oh, thanks, but it’s nothing, really.’ He bites his lip, annoyed at himself for not finding the right words. It used to be so effortless between them, why did the girls have to fill his head with stupid fantasies?
But Michael doesn’t seem to mind. He sits at the kitchen island and starts putting cookies back in their tins, slowly, one by one, as if he wanted to drag this moment for longer. ‘I’m serious,’ he adds. ‘It takes a lot of guts, and a lot of adaptability, to be able to navigate any social situation without too much anxiety.’
Maxwell turns around to grab another dirty dish. He meets Michael’s eye. ‘Well thank you, but I don’t think I navigate that well. Plus, I was born into it, I guess, so I have no merit. Amara, on the other hand…’
Michael laughs. ‘Yeah, Amara has always been good with people. She’s analytic, too, you know. She figures people out really quickly.’ He pauses and absentmindedly plays with a cookie. ‘Like with Drake. You said he was basically the broody type, right?’
Max smiles. ‘Yeah. Not much of a social butterfly, our Drake.’
Michael chuckles. ‘Right. But I don’t know, around her, he seems to light up. Around us too, actually, when I went on the tour with him this afternoon, he was all friendly and talkative.’
Max puts down the last dish and put the kettle on, without even thinking about it. ‘Yeah. He and I have known each other forever. His sister is one of my closest friends. But before Amara showed up, I don’t know, he didn’t really open up. His dad died ten years ago and he really closed off afterwards.’ Maxwell stops himself. Shit, he thinks. That was a really sensitive topic to tackle, why did he have to talk about death right now?
Michael gets up and sets up two teacups on the island. Maxwell joins him while the kettle does its thing. ‘Well, Amara had closed off, too, as you know,’ Michael responds. ‘Just punished herself. Became a different person. Look, it’s really simple, I hadn’t seen my Amara for two years. But the minute I came here and saw her with you guys, with Drake, I knew. She’s back.’
Maxwell smiles brightly. ‘That’s really beautiful. I like that idea —they found each other and allowed each other to be open again.’
‘Right. But not just the two of them. Amara loves you, and Hana, and Olivia, and Bertrand, too. This isn’t just about Drake and Amara’s love, although that’s the obvious part. It’s more than that, it’s a group effort. You all support each other in ways I didn’t know were possible for people who’ve only been friends for a few months. It’s quite beautiful.’
Maxwell lets the silence wrap them both up, until the aggressive sound of the kettle draws them from their rêverie.
*****
‘Guys, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!’ Drake yells out from the front door. He’s been ready to go for a while, but Amara is carefully reviewing her bags to make sure she didn’t forget anything. They woke up very early and had a nice breakfast all together—Hana made a frittata—, and now Drake is loading up his Jeep.
‘One second babe,’ Amara responds, ‘Maxwell and Hana are still upstairs.’
Bertrand comes out of his study, and unsnaps his reading glasses. ‘Well, Amara, I wish you a pleasant stay, and I shall see you on Thursday.’
Amara wonders how someone who is under 35 years old has reading glasses that snap in the front. And are tied by a string that goes around his neck. Even her dad wouldn’t wear that. ‘Bertrand,’ she says as she pats his shoulder, ‘are you sure you don’t want to come? We can take two cars, we’d love to have you come with us.’
He blushes. ‘No no, thank you very much for the invitation, Drake insisted too, but I shall get my affairs in order before the tour commences on Thursday. I didn’t expect to be a part of it, you see.’
Amara smiles. ‘If you’re sure. But please, if you change your mind, call us and join us, ok?’
He nods. ‘Will do. Enjoy yourself, please.’
She squeezes his shoulder and heads outside. ‘Drake, relax,’ she says as she rolls her eyes, ‘they’ll be right out.’ She smiles upon seeing Michael outside, already loading his duffle bag into Drake’s Jeep. ‘Well someone else is eager,’ she teases.
Michael smiles, his blue eyes sparkling. ‘I gotta say, this is super exciting. Living in the city doesn’t give you too many opportunities like this one.’ He hops into the backseat.
Amara throws her luggage in the back and settles into the front seat. ‘You know,’ she says to Michael, looking at him in the rearview mirror, ‘you don’t HAVE to live in the city. From what Dad tells me, you have plenty of offers in Philly, you could comfortably live in the suburbs.’
Michael’s smile falters a bit as he nods along. ‘Yeah. I know Callie would love to get closer to Grampie and Grammie. But--’ he interrupts himself and shakes his head. ‘I can’t bring myself to sell the apartment before I find a place that I can really feel at home in. That’s the only home Callie has ever known. I can’t uproot her unless I’m sure.’
Amara nods and stretches her hand towards the backseat, reaching Michael’s knee. ‘You’re right. Sorry. You know best, it’s not my place.’
He grabs her hand. ‘It’s ok. I know it sounds silly, but nothing has clicked yet. Jorge and I visited this beautiful townhouse in Bryn Mawr, which is perfect on paper. I don’t know, it just didn’t work for me, for some reason.’
‘Listen to yourself. To your gut,’ she says. ‘It’ll happen.’
‘Wooooo here we come!’ Maxwell yells out from the front door. ‘Hana, give me your bag!’
He throws both bags in the back and opens the door for Hana, who makes quick eye contact with Amara before saying ‘Oh Max, would you mind getting in the middle? If I’m not near a window I’m gonna get nauseous.’
Amara has to fight the urge to roll her eyes and giggle. Maxwell isn’t wrong --acting must be the one thing Hana sucks at.
‘Sure thing babe,’ Max responds. He gets in right next to Michael, who smiles at him softly.
‘Alright guys,’ Drake says excitedly. ‘Let’s gooooooo!’
*****
‘Father, is everything alright?’ Liam asks, his fingers still rattling the door to ask for permission to enter.
He is met with a faint sound, emanating from his father, who is lying down on his bed, eyes half closed.
He gets closer, his hands shaky. He’s never seen him like this. He knew he had gotten worse, he knew his cancer was terminal, but he didn’t know just how bad it was.
‘Father?’ he asks hesitantly.
‘Li--Liam, you shouldn’t be here, I asked for no one to disturb me today.’ He swallows, but it’s obvious that he’s in pain. ‘Please go.’
Liam gets closer to his father. He feels like crying, but he can’t. Firstly, because it would make his father feel badly. Secondly, because Constantine has never been one to encourage displays of emotion.
‘Father,’ he whispers without making eye contact. ‘Bastien sent for me. He said you told your nurse to leave, and that you refused to take your medicine. Leo and I are concerned. Tell me what happened.’
Constantine rolls his eyes and sits up with tremendous effort. ‘Liam, this is none of your business. If you must know, this medicine is not helping, my pain is unmanageable. Please keep this to yourself, we’re not here for a pity party. The monarchy is strong, don’t let anyone think otherwise.’ He looks his son up and down. ‘How are things with your betrothed?’
Liam feels a pang in his heart. That’s the only thing his father cares about, visibly, and he’s not about to make the situation worse by opening up. ‘Things are fine. I’m hesitant to go on the tour, though, and to leave you alone here.’
Constantine lets a rare smile show on his face. ‘Don’t stay here on my behalf. Go, do your duty. You will come back here after London and attend the Engagement Ball. I’ll be here.’ He nods decisively.
Liam lets out a long sigh. ‘Alright, Father, as you wish.’
*****
‘Welcome, everyone!’ Drake yells out with a smile, as he opens the front door.
Michael takes in the gorgeousness of the scenery, before grabbing his bag from the Jeep. He shouldn’t feel so relaxed and happy without his daughter around, right? But something feels right around here. No stress, obviously, since he has zero responsibilities, and loving, supportive people surrounding him.
A pang of guilt goes through his chest. He should call Callie. Ever since Sergio passed, it’s been the two of them, always together, getting each other through life. Of course, his parents and in-laws are awesome and always around, but at the end of the day, it’s the two of them, the Hansen-Suarezes.
Drake distributes the rooms. Amara stays with him in his original bedroom, Max and Hana share Drake’s younger sister’s, and Michael is allotted the master bedroom.
‘Make yourself at home, Mike,’ Drake says to him softly. ‘I’ll let you get situated, if you need anything, let me know.’
‘Thank you so much,’ Michael replies gratefully. ‘This is amazing. I’ll be down soon, I wanna check in with my daughter really quickly.’
Drake nods. ‘Of course. Amara and I will be downstairs preparing drinks and snacks.’
Michael puts his bag down and opens it. Most of the clothes inside are too formal, too lawyery, but he notices that Maxwell snuck a couple of outfits in there for him. A note is pinned to a pair of jeans.
They suit you better than they suit me. All yours! :)
Michael smiles warmly. Maxwell never ceases to be thoughtful. He’d have to remember to buy him something as a thank you. Drake could help him sneak out and pick something.
He picks up his phone and dials Jorge’s number. His father-in-law’s warm voice picks up.
‘Hi sweetheart. Is everything ok?’
‘Hi Jorge, I’m doing great, how are you?’
‘Great,’ he says, ‘we’re in the countryside at Drake’s cabin for a couple of days.’
‘Wonderful, dear, is Amara ok too?’
Michael smiles. ‘Doing great, Jorge. You can rest assured, she is very happy here.’
Jorge’s voice lights up. ‘That’s so good to hear.’ He pauses. ‘Callie, sweetie, it’s your daddy. Come chat with him for a bit.’
Michael feels himself regenerate as he talks to his daughter. The conversation is short, it basically revolves around how much she loved going to Dilworth Park with Grampie and Grammy, and how fun it was playing in the fountain. Michael hangs up with a light heart.
He was silly to feel like a bad dad, just because he felt relaxed without her. Ever since Callie was born, he has been a reliable and loving father, who managed to maintain as stable a life for Callie as he could, after Sergio’s death. He juggled all the grueling paperwork, the grief, and the parenting duties, making sure she had enough love, hugs, support, tenderness in her life.
If anyone was good at being a widower, it was Michael. It fucking ruined his life, but he handled it like a champ. Stable in the face of adversity. Always even, only letting his feelings overflow when it came to his sister-in-law, whose grief he could not handle too well.
He had been stable. But not happy.
Of course, Callie makes him happy. She’s the light of his life, and always will be.
But he’d been on autopilot.
Seeing Amara actually thrive as her life got ridiculous and out of control had been eye opening. Maybe he needed that, too. Just for a while.
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blanca suarez, 32, isolde seymour. ❝ ⤚⟶ FLORENCE, 1455. thanks is given by the DUCHESS OF YORK, ISOLDE SEYMOUR from ENGLAND. they are at best INFORMED, and at their worst STRINGENT. whilst sojourning in florence, their ambition is to REMAIN AU COURANT WITH THE BACKSTAGE OF NOBILITY. SHE seem/s to remind everyone of BLANCA SUAREZ &&. ALDER PATTYNS RESOUNDING IN AN EMPTY COURTYARD ; THE BUSTLE OF SKIRTS WHEN POCKETS ARE OVERTURNED ; STAUNCH OATHS & UNERRING LOYALTIES ; GOLD SIGNET ILLUMINATING A LETTER . ❞
ay demons, it’s nina your girl, here with my second muse & really excited for this cromwell of a char. it’s a true house of cards dynamic y’all. isolde is basically isabel’s faithful lieutenant keeping to the backdrop, a complement against her husband’s undeterred frontline politics. the abt. page is under construction, as for the wanted connections : lmao just get me the Duke .
From early girlhood, it had always been Isabel. It was the clucking of her friend's lips which brought tittering giggles from her own, opening a deluge of happiness and self-abandon Isolde could never have professed to exist. It was Isabel's mock disapproval, her jests in the dim summer nights when even playwrights slept, her plans and her pride. It was Isabel's endless knack for desiring, for reaching towards further and further stars, and her equally endless ability to love. It was Isabel's folly that had brought them there. It was Isabel's love that safekept her. Isolde never resented her for the role she had to tacitly, furtively take up. If Isabel was to be Queen, she would need someone to bolster her; not openly, as only her brother and her lover could, but from the shadows, from parted lips and newborn murmurs. She would never ask that of Isolde outright: it would be beneath them. Yet the younger woman did it all nonetheless, bending her ear and her spine to the rumors, changing the stories as they lay on their cusp. Spinning subterfuge and pious integrity until they were hoops in the same crinoline. They rose around her like miniature scepters.
The crown came soon enough. Naturally, it was not to grace her own head, but that of her beloved. And oh, Isabel did wear the mantle with more artistry and grit than an entire dynasty before her. Isolde's prize - though it would have caused offense towards their friendship to call it so - arrived within a wedding band. She was betrothed to the Duke of York and received half the country nestled in the nuptial bed. He was at once familiar and a stranger to her - Isolde had known him as a boy, whip-sharp and burning with hidden fires, and she had known him as a grown courtier, prone more than once to wreck disaster upon both their houses. They'd grown up together, long summers stringing between their study and the courtly season, imbuing meaning and brilliance to a world otherwise stale. But she had not, until Isabel waved her silver-tipped hand like a comet across their heads, known him as a man. Sometimes she suspected it was hardly there at all, the humanity in him; but then, if it were a simple man she'd wanted, she would have not chosen this life.
And it is the element of choice that matters most to her. Isolde does not delude herself into thinking she is as ruthless a demagogue as her husband, nor is she able to awake love and devotion with a mere gust of laughter, as was Isabel's way. There were no chances of her ever succeeding on her own; or succeeding and keeping some manner of happiness, too. She thinks herself to be, if noting else, a woman of the world. She wants what they all do, them blessed few who are allowed to want: a secure place, and something to live by, something to live for. Above all, she wants to be able to have a say in what her future might entail - or, at the very least, in the things that pertain to her own indiviuality, like childbearing, like annual retinue, like one's circle of friends. She sees these allowances being gifted begrudgingly by men to their women; almost like trinkets, like divine benedictions. They give them as if they are their own to yield. She can only count herself immensely fortunate that such gifts will always be hers to take, and God's and Isabel's to bless.
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2019 Cincinnati Reds Players By Nationality
American: 20 (Tucker Barnhart, Alessandre Blandino, Curt Casali, Anthony DeSclafani, Derek Dietrich, Zach Duke, Kyle Farmer, Amir Garrett, Ryan Gennett, Sonny Gray, David Hernandez, Jared Hughes, Matt Kemp, Michael Lorenzen, Tyler Mahle, Tanner Roark, Scott Schebler, Robert Stephenson, Jesse Winker & Alex Wood)
Cuban: 3 (Jose Iglesias, Raisel Iglesias & Yasiel Puig)
Dominican: 2 (Luis Castillo & Wandy Peralta)
Venezuelan: 2 (Jose Peraza & Eugenio Suarez)
Canadian: 1 (Joey Votto)
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do you have a list of character names so we don’t reuse them from a taken skeleton? thanks!
Yes! A list of taken titles was also requested and I need to talk to my co-admin about if we want to make a page just for them or include them somewhere else, so I'll just pop taken names and taken titles under here for you until then! —Admin Clary
EDIT: You can now also find character names on the OOC page and find all taken titles on the Titles page.
NAMES
Alexandre Bourbon
Augustus 'August' Ryder
Catherine Lovelace
Dorothea Ilina Habsburg-Lothringen
Edith Gladstone
Hakim de la Blanco
Jacqueline 'Jack' Knight
Phoebe Reeves
Pierette 'Petra' Yorke
Sophia Townshend
Serafine Carlisle
William Percy
TITLES
Baron of Herefordshire
Baron of Ravensworth
Earl of Hardwicke
Dowager Marchioness of Raynham
Marquess of Suarez
Duke of Aquitaine
Duke of Hamilton and Brandon
Earl of Northumberland (subsidiary title of Duke of Northumberland, includes titles Earl Percy, Baron Percy, Baron Warkworth, Baronet of Stanwick)
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THE FATHER
Adolfo Suárez González, later Duke of Suárez; and Mariam Suárez Illana
#the father#adolfo suarez#mariam suarez#duke of suarez#duque de suarez#spain#_revsp:efe.es#spanish royalty#españa#spanish royal family#spanish royals#spanish nobility#spanish aristocracy#royal#royals#royalty#royaltyedit
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Lewandowski thuhet se dëshiron të largohet nga Bayern Munichu këtë verë
Robert Lewandowski pritet ta ketë një verë interesante, pasi mund të largohet pas shumë viteve nga Bayern Munichu.
Sulmuesi polak, i cili do të drejtojë vijën e sulmit të Polonisë kundër Spanjës në La Cartuja këtë mbrëmje mund të ndërroj ambient këtë verë.
Sipas mediumit spanjoll Diario AS, Lewandowski ka vendosur që një ndryshim i peizazhit është i nevojshëm pasi ka fituar gjithçka që fitohet me Bayernin.
Lexo po ashtu:
Messi, Suarez, Ronaldo, Mbappe: Euro 2020 vs Copa America - kush do të fitonte?
Në moshën 32-vjeçare, dy vjet nga përfundimi i kontratës së tij, ai beson se tani është koha e përkryer për të provuar veten në kampione tjera pas 11 vjetësh në Gjermani.
Sidoqoftë, Bayerni nuk ka ndërmend ta lejojë atë të largohet. Ata në vend të kësaj kanë folur për ofrimin e tij një marrëveshje të re dhe shpresojnë ta shohin atë duke thyer rekordin e Gerd Muller prej 365 golash në ngjyrat e klubit; ai aktualisht është në kuotën 277 golave.
Lewandowski fitoi Këpucën e Artë të këtij viti, duke shënuar 41 gola dhe duke u bërë njëri nga favoritët kryesor për të fituar Topin e Artë.
Lexo po ashtu:
Lista me pesë lojtarët që janë në garë për Topin e Artë – mungon Ronaldo, por jo edhe Messi
Real Madridi gjithmonë e ka pëlqyer polakun dhe është përpjekur ta nënshkruajë atë në disa raste në të kaluarën, pasi karriera e tij dhe golat e shumtë tregojnë se do të arrihej një golashënues tepër i besueshëm.
Sidoqoftë, Reali nuk do të jenë vetëm në ndjekjen e shërbimeve të tij; Chelsea, Paris Saint-Germain dhe Manchester City janë gjithashtu të interesuar. /Telegrafi/
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World Cup Games 2-4: Late Heartbreak But Worth the Wait
Egypt vs. Uruguay (0-1)
Uruguay and an Egyptian side sans Salah duked it out this morning, and almost made it not worth waking up at 5am see the action. Cavani and Suarez had a difficult time getting shots on target, and everyone was waiting for Mo Salah to make his World Cup debut. You could hear the Egyptian fans chanting “Praise be Salah” and “As-Salah-Alaikum.” I could be wrong, but I’m pretty sure they worshipped Salah in like a religious way.
That debut would have to wait for a few days as Egypt for the better part of 87 minutes held off Uruguay’s advances. The star of the match was not PSG star striker Edinson Cavani or Barcelona striker Luis Suárez; rather, it was the Egyptian keeper Mohamed El-Shenawy, who I’ve come to lovingly call “Gumby.” After parrying shot after shot from Uruguay, it looked as Egypt might begin their World Cup dream with a tie against the favorites.
Those dreams faded as Giménez sunk his header off one of the final corners of the game just minutes before the game’s end. Fret not, because Egypt are not done yet. They stood strong against a more skilled and experienced Uruguay, all without their star player, and that speaks volumes about their desire to remain in this tournament.
Let’s also be glad Suárez didn’t bite anybody.
Morocco vs. Iran (0-1)
Heartbreak again reared it’s ugly head for Morocco in the final minutes of stoppage time as Iran tested the North African defense with a final cross that led to this tournament’s first own goal. In Los Angeles where I live the passion was palpable. I don’t know what was deeper, the Iranian backline or all the V-necks people wore in the bar where I watched the game.
Considering who Morocco and Iran have to face next in their group stage matches (Portugal and Spain), this was the game that mattered for these two sides. This game was for third place and for pride. And it appears now that Morocco will have to go back to having pride in their Instagram videos where barbers give them fade haircuts.
Portugal vs. Spain (3-3)
For some this game marked the true beginning of the World Cup: two veteran teams with star power playing beautiful soccer. And these teams delivered. This game was very much like the NBA finals between the Warriors and the Cavaliers. Spain, much the Warriors, returned to their tiki-taka ways, connecting short and long passes and scoring three glorious goals. But they could not stop Cristiano Ronaldo, the LeBron James of soccer, and those 10 other guys whose names I can’t remember.
This draw does not affect these two teams greatly as they will likely both win their next two games and move on to the Round of 16, but now they must focus on scoring as many goals as possible against Morocco and Iran to ensure they win the group on goal differential to secure an (ideally) easier game in the knockout stage. Look forward to 4 more amazing shoot-out in the coming week.
Most importantly, let’s all take a screenshot of our World Cup tables, because right now, and only right now, Iran is leading Group B. Take a blurry picture, because much like Bigfoot, this will disappear quickly and without proof, no one will believe you.
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