miruna would not say she was in awe of versailles . even with the opportunity to see the sprawling estate with her own eyes , rather than simply reading about it , the princess has yet to find something that impresses her . the royal family hadn't so far , nor the architecture ; but the orangerie comes close . she meanders through the parterre , taking in the colorful petals and sharp citrus scent wafting through the area . it's all enough to distract from her tendency of giving others a wide berth , as evidenced by her settling in to examine an oleander despite noticing another nearby . willowy fingers wring the handle of her parasol . " i've never seen a blossom of this color , " she remarks to @dxncingxnmyown , finally .

𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 wasn't with her head to help on his search for the rulers ( considering she also lack of self-preservation ). There is a lot on her mind, but she figured if she stays at her own chambers she wouldn't have peace, there is too much on her head ( it is driving her mad ). She figured if she keeps her mind busy with something else, she could forget her own problems ( at the leat, momentarily. ) . What else could happen to her? Another struck on her face? She didn't care what else happens to her anymore. Everything was falling apart in her days. Holding firmly the lantern she reached to another dark corridor floor, and saw a figure she is rather familiar with… As she approached it was Elias. Really?! Couldn't have a break?! She confessed to her sister the truth of being jealous of Elias for spending more time with her. The fucking sister stealer. It seems as if she isn't on this journey alone anymore. Perhaps, there is this small part of her that is glad she met him right now. Whatever he mouth says, will keep her distracted from the gloomy thoughts. ❛ Elias?! ❜ She looked at him from head to toe with a small scowl on her features. ❛ Wonderful, stroll isn't it? ❜ She says sardonically. ❛ A little green bird told me, my sister is quite happy. So, thank you for that. If you ever say it to somebody else, I'll cut your tongue, I do not care how big you are. ❜ God! How it hurt to say a compliment to Elias, she could feel a pang in her heart to say it out and loud. The blonde wasn't exactly great, she was all gloomy not as cheerful as she used to be, her face a bit puffy.

@dxncingxnmyown

@dxncingxnmyown - jacqueline

She was happy to see her sister-in-law, having not seen her lately. "Your majesty," she curtsied, "I hope you're enjoying yourself. All this happiness is a nice change from the chaos we've had to endure to past few weeks" she admitted

closed starter ;; margaret & araminta ( @dxncingxnmyown )

margaret had been in her chambers for the majority of the day, trying to find one of her favorite necklaces that used to belong to her mother, when she heard footsteps. not even bothering to look up at her sister, she continues to frantically look for the piece of jewelry. "i think those bloody thieves took my necklace, ara, i can't find it anywhere." she finally spoke, as she continued to turn her entire room upside down looking for the jewelry. "oh my god, mother's going to kill me if she ever finds out i lost the one thing i was responsible for."

closed starter ㅤ›ㅤ  @dxncingxnmyown ㅤfeaturing... ㅤmichiko ㅤ&     midori ​.

ㅤ ㅤ ever since everything had gone down with the former rulers of the HRE, everything in versailles had felt so fast paced. when michiko laid eyes on midori, though, she felt as though everything came to a hault for just a moment. she made her way over to the woman just older than she, the one who shared her name, her blood — and for perhaps the first time ever, threw her arms around her. " midori. " she says it in the gentlest way she ever has, " you're okay. you're here. " and even if they hadn't been particularly close up until now, michiko wasn't too keen on losing any member of her family any time soon. " and your prince, tian feng ? is he alright, too ? "

Closed starter: Isolde Stuart and Javier Wagner (@dxncingxnmyown)

The note had come early in the day, scrawled in Javier's own handwriting. Though it was an invitation, there was no joy to be held in its words. Isolde knew, though the message did not plainly display it, what this invitation held. The faint wobble of the letters and the hesitation between each word pointed to one fact: Javier was getting married and he was going to tell Isolde that night. Isolde stared at the note in her hand; inside her head, she screamed, she raged, she cried until her face was raw from her tears, but still, she sat on her bed, her eyes unblinking.

The day seemed to pass slowly; every moment seemed to take hours. She could not seem to move, there was no will to propel her forward. Instead, she neither ate nor drank, just sat and stared, a living statue carved from marble. Her stillness broke only when the cough compelled, when it ripped through her body and bent her over, a reed in the wind. She had noticed the cough getting worse (she told herself that the red that splashed on her handkerchief was only a result of the soreness of her throat), but she had never felt anything like the way it ripped through her that day, bringing forth the tears she'd held back and, with it, the heat.

She was made of lead. As she rose from her bed, beckoned by the moonlight and her love, there was no part of her body that did not scream out in protest. She told herself that she was just a coward, that she was afraid of what Javier would tell her, but that a queen never shrank from the truth. Still, she wrapped herself in a shawl, guarding against the cold that had seeped into her bones (this despite the fact that she was sweating and her cheeks held the shade of fresh-cut strawberry). Step. Step. Step. Step. She counted her steps, one by one, willing herself forward. Step. Step. Step. The fit overtook her when she was two turns away, the cough burning up her chest, cracking her, and contorting her slender frame. She staggered to the wall, using it to bolster her as she hacked, wheezed, and gasped. She hung on it for a moment after the coughing passed and looked blearily forward. She was so very close and he was expecting her. Step. Step. She held onto the wall as she continued on, but her legs seemed to slide from under her. She was so cold, so tired. Step. A window interrupted the flow of the wall and Isolde lost balance, tumbling to the floor. Lead-weighted limbs were too heavy to move. One more corner. I'm only one corner away. Isolde's mind screamed, even as her vision darkened, creeping from the corners of her eyes inward. Javi. And all was blackness.

@dxncingxnmyown ( victoria & araminta )

It was a warm Summer's day. The encouragement that came from practically every single person in her family ( she would try not to take offense ) was to exist elsewhere besides in the corner of the library. It was hard not to, considering that very corner seemed to feel like a million different places around the world all at once. But she could at least indulge her family by taking her imagination outside into the warm sunshine. Hearing the footsteps approach her, she lowered the book from her nose down to her chest, an inquisitive look on her face. "What...?" she asked cautiously as her sister's towering appearance shaded her from the light, "Have I done something wrong?"

closed for @dxncingxnmyown && @swordsandcrownsxx {the wright family - not a group thread.... unless??}

Locked - he twisted the key, guards stationed out front, and turned to place the key down on the table of the private sitting room, in their quarters, the Wright family never far from that of the King, but given the space for their extensive secrecy. Montgomery found himself now sinking down in the overstuffed armchair, heralded his throne, for all the dirty business that transpired over whiskey && cheese, right there. Now, though his sat with boots kicked up on the expensive plush, twirling an unlit cigar in his fingers as his free drummed an anxious tune on the coffee table. Eyes were a blitz in the low light, and after a sigh, Monty gave an abrupt laugh. " I mean, what the fuck - right? Right? Whole fuckin' palace has gone bloody mad, but what else is new. Pregnant Queens and hysterical Kings, triumphant heroes and, oh, how they all eat it up... " An eye roll, and he sat forward. " That... was all a bit too close to home. It is starting to piss me off, these attacks, even if business has been booming since we arrived. "

Closed starter for @dxncingxnmyown ( Jacqueline Bourbon )

His treatment could wait, right now he had to find his wife. After being informed of what had happened in the palace during his absence, Dennis couldn't think of anything else but finding his queen. After barking out orders to the guards he knew he could trust, send out the impostors to the dungeons and making sure the injured were getting treated, Dennis went to find his wife. It was all done in only a few minutes and soon enough, he was entering the main hall, finding Jacqueline standing there. He walked up to her, fast pace before wrapping his arms around her, hugging her tightly, ignoring the pain running through his body from the cuts.

closed starter for: @jcdedsins, @dxncingxnmyown, @thrustfists, @bloodycrxwn. * not a group thread.

"love, love, love -" blah, blah, blah... the hungarian queen sounds so juvenile just mocking her suitors as they finally leave her quarters. she can finally sigh & complain without being scolded. "that's all anyone cares about, pawning me off in some unholier than thou union. you know what i think-" she lurches forward to reach the tray next to her end table, wrapping her fingers around the opposite end of a butter knife to extend it toward to her company. "go on, take it and stab me right underneath here. free me from these speeches. you'd be doing me a service."

closed  starter          —            frederick wolfenbuttel. ( @dxncingxnmyown )    location  :  the throne room.        time  :  morning, just after othello's coronation.      a KING. othello had never seen himself as anything more than the brother of a future duke, and now, in what feels like the blink of an eye, he finds himself a king. he's already done away with the crown, nearly as hastily as they'd placed it upon his head in a makeshift coronation, dressed in bright-white regalia ( the first deviation from his usually inky apparel in a year ). the crown had been far too heavy — physically, of course, but also in its meaning. he'd handed it off to a servant to be carefully deposited in his chambers as soon as the ceremony had finished. 

he's in the midst of a droning conversation with a group of nobles, congratulating him on his LUCK ( which, if he weren't terribly overwhelmed, he could've clocked as quite the backhanded compliment ), when he spots him from across the room. they haven't seen each other, not since they both arrived in france & frederick had looked like he'd seen a ghost ( which, to be fair, the news had proclaimed othello dead along with his family, so it wasn't an unwarranted reaction ). it's probably quite rude, the speed with which he excuses himself and begins crossing the space.   " frederick! "    by the time frederick is in earshot, he feels fifteen again, tailing after his brother & his best friend, pleading to let him come along. friedrich & frederick had been so alike, both in their names & their easy, natural confidence. and othello — eleven years younger — had always been so desperate to keep up, to be included in the rabble-rousing. frederick had always done all he could to make him feel welcome. 

" frederick, "     it's meant to be loud & cheerful, but it comes out watery & poignant. he crashes the older man into a tight hug, eyes pricking with tears of unexpected, overwhelming relief. he squeezes them shut, shaking his head against the other's shoulder with a disbelieving, tearful laugh. " god — it's so good to see you... "

 𝒻𝑜𝓇  :   @dxncingxnmyown   !

𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤  :   wolfram   &    javier    .

𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟  :    wagner apartments. .

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 flooding in & out as he clings onto the sinking feeling of falling back asleep. yet another low noise, a near bray of familiar animal threatens to wake him before he's ready. sheets are pulled over in attempt to ignore it, having just crawled onto the expanse of silk bedding from a near two - day venture with a certain nocturnal being. again, he finds himself breathing out softly, dismissing any odd sound for the plush of mattress. it's as if on cue that his window is flung open with a CRACK against the wall & he's instinctively shooting up on his side to face the culprit. a gust of wind ? a sudden change in weather ? a break in ? for a split second he believes he sees the shape of narrow skull & flail of pink lips that sniff at the ground. he's rubbing at the blur of his eyes & as his vision clears he realizes that he is not in fact hallucinating & definitely not high out of his mind. there was, in fact, a gigantic snout inhaling the entirety of his floor. ❛ fucking christ !  ❜ as quick as he's stumbling out of tangled duvets he's stomping toward javi's chambers, chucking a firm throw pillow at the older wagner's head; waking him with a bark of frustration. ❛ wanna tell me why there's a fucking horse in my goddamn room ?  ❜ because truthfully, who else could it have been ?

@dxncingxnmyown || Eilidh & Jacqueline

Eilidh could not imagine moving away from her siblings, even to be queen. She was in awe of anyone that she heard who had done such a thing. For the Tsarina, now Queen, Eilidh was in particularly impressed by. To take the throne of afamily only recently restored? It was brave. So, that certainly made her want to get to know Jacqueline.

"Your majesty. Do you have time? I was hoping to pass on my thanks for the invitation."

closed starterㅤ&&ㅤ@dxncingxnmyown ​.ㅤ

featuring...ㅤmichikoㅤ&&ㅤmidori ​.

sisters — a word that typically accompanied a close bond between two related women. for michiko, however, the word hung over her relationship with midori like a shadow. michiko was trying, really. she was kind, always, and understood things must be hard for the elder girl. still, it was hard not to see the effect her return had had on michiko's beloved older brother. “  ah, sister,  ”   she begans, " how are you finding versailles these days ? " trying to make conversation, anything to fill the silence between them.

Closed starter: Isolde Stuart and Javier Wagner (@dxncingxnmyown)

Setting: By Javier's chambers, after the poisonings

Checking on a friend, that was what Isolde told herself that she was doing in the wake of the terrible poisonings of the Holy Roman Empire duchies. Of course, she could see right through the flaws in her own logic; Prussia had been unaffected by the poisonings so Javier was perfectly safe, and there was nothing friendly about the twisting she felt inside her when he looked at her. She could feel that pull getting stronger with every step she took though she tried her best to seem calm and collected, the picture of practiced refinement that she had been schooled to be despite the fact that, had anyone looked closely, they would have seen the dusty rose of a blush across her cheeks, though she had not been feeling her best and many might have assumed that the pick was merely fever. It was a fever of sorts, she supposed, for she did not know what else kept her coming back to Javier's door when she knew she could have neither his love nor his hand.

She knocked on the door softly, a gentle rap before stepping back with her hands behind her back, waiting. When he opened the door, she smiled, a truly warm smile at seeing him untouched by pain or illness. "King Javier, I...I came to make sure that you and your family were alright after everything that has happened. One can never be too careful with one's friends after all in such trying times."

@dxncingxnmyown ( gizella & elias )

The Summer months would provide warmth and sunshine to an otherwise gray and stormy climate within the Schellenberg apartments. Joanna had told Gizella enough of recent interactions held behind the queen's back to know that the storm was either about to get worse or finally settling down. Nevertheless, a chance of scenery would pull her out into a greater reality, reminding her that the world was much bigger and perhaps their problems were all too small. A prime example, Elias was alive, strolling beside her in the sunlight. She held tightly onto his hand with one of hers on the arm that had remained unharmed, the other holding onto his forearm whilst her head rested on his shoulder; the picture of happiness, if captured in a still portrait. "It is good to see you out and about again, my dear," she grinned, relishing in the warmth, everything looking so much brighter in the light as her body moved slowly in the much lighter fabric of her pink dress, loose sleeves draping down her arms making her feel as though she could walk on air. It made her beautiful wedding ring shine like a brilliant star. "Lassie says that I look like I could use a bit of sunlight," she quipped, "that perhaps I've grown too pale from sitting inside so much."