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bugleport21 · 2 years

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How to Select Gold Band Involvement Rings

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#engagement ring #moissanite ring #wedding ring #curved wedding band #bridal ring set #moonstone ring #alexandrite ring #moss agate ring

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countessofravenclaw · 2 years

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My designs for the Wedding/Engagement rings for SL couples

So, I may have gone a bit overboard, but I just like designing this kind of stuff for SL. You all remember how I did the wedding dresses and the styling, and now I have designed the rings. These are an actual original designs that I have photoshopped.

Lutteo

I am 100 % certain that Matteo got a custom-made ring for Luna since it's Luna. Little flashier engagement ring feels like Matteo and Luna ofter wears overstated accessories. I definitely felt like that gold fitted much better for them and for Luna. I went with ruby for the engagement ring because I associate Lutteo lot with red, even if their rose is blue, and also because of the Fresa thing. Around the pillow cut ruby there are natural emeralds, that match Luna's green eyes, and small princess cut diamonds. I intentionally made the placement of the diamonds asymmetrical and who ring just bit less polished and more natural looking to reflect how real Luna is and it is definitely something that Matteo appreciated about her.

The wedding rings of course match, with Luna having a cluster of emeralds with a pink sapphire in the middle to give it some extra color. Matteo had a very understated ring with small trio of emeralds

Gastina

Just like Matteo, Gastón definitely got the ring custom-made as well. Blue is a very dominant theme since blue has always been Gastina's color for me. It is Nina's favorite color and the ribbons were blue. They also have that ocean thing going for them. The engagement ring is more simpler with little fewer details. It has two marquise cut sapphires that are surrounded by paler sapphires, I am just a sucker for colored gemstones and I have never been fond of diamonds.

The wedding rings are really simple with Nina having just a couple of small sapphires and Gastón having a wave pattern to symbolize the ocean legend again.

Simbar

Gold is just Simbar. Their aesthetic is just so easy to create. I think Simon definitely went a little bit cheeky and got Ambar a ring with an Amber gemstone in it. It is teardrop-shaped and lined with two princess cut diamonds. The band is chevron-shaped and lined with a bunch of pearls.

The wedding ring is a twisted band with some more pearls to match. Simon has a simple golden ring. Simplicity suits him the best.

Pelfi

I always feel bad for leaving Pelfi out when I talk about the couples since they are not part of the Holy Trinity. I went in a bit of a different direction with the engagement ring. Purple fr some reason really screams Delfi for me so that the direction I went with two teardrop-shaped amethysts and one opal-shaped one, in addition to some diamonds.

In the wedding ring, I added some more natural amethyst and gave Pedro a steel-colored one, because I just feel like that would match his vibe

I hope you all enjoyed me just obsessing again about future weddings of fictional teenagers

#Soy Luna #Gastina #Lutteo #Simbar #Pelfi #SL Weddings #Rings #Engagement #Wedding

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goldtracing · 3 years

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Day 4 – Opulence / (1500 – 1800)

Somehow, I managed to completely forget that this week is Historical Hetalia Week. Which is why I must have shit a brick this morning when I found out and am now starting with Day 4.

Metal clanged as it was met by metal, creating a euphoric melody that resonated in Gilbert’s blood. He was completely in his element – that was to say, a fight. Parry, stab, feint.

The moves repeated themselves, combining themselves to a dance that couldn’t be choreographed. The tip of the blade of his opponent narrowly missed his nose, causing a rush of pleasure to run down his spine. In mockery and in delight, he laughed, loudly and from the belly.

Ever quick on his feet, he jumped back when Francis did a particularly brutal lunge. Clearly, he was frustrated. There was a thin sheet of perspiration on his face, with his cheeks red and breath coming out in low puffs. Furthermore, his expression betrayed just how exasperated he was, and desperate.

With a wide grin on his pale face, he taunted: “Now there. Temper, temper.”

He made sure to mangle the French and to adopt the same narcissistic cadence Arthur always used when he believed himself to be morally superior. Prat, the islander was a hypocrite like the rest of them!

Yet that was the finally straw for France. With a yell, he went for the head, the steel of the sharpened blade glinting blue-sliver in the warm yellow light of the room, a dash of violence in the otherwise peaceful place. Without missing a beat, Prussia proceeded to swipe France’ legs from underneath him, sending the kingdom crashing to the wooden parkette.

Then he honed in further, going in for the kill. Alas! his foe chose to make a brave last stand, furiously twirling his rapier at him, batting away the more obvious strikes. If there was something that Prussia liked for than the exhilaration of a duel, then it was an opponent that refuse to go down easily.

Eventually, however, Gilbert managed to fiddle his weapon past the waning defence, shoving steel just below the gilded hilt of Francis’ sword, cutting open dainty fingers in the process. With an elegant flick, it flew in a high arc across the room and buried itself in the wood with a dull thwack.

In a culmination of the whole game, he zeroed in on the defenceless man and took in his appearance. Golden hair was tousled, and those cerulean eyes were blown wide in a manner that gave him a fawn-like appearance. A sneer graced those lips, teeth bared wolfishly – it then vanished when the defeated realised the intentions of the victor.

“Not the face!”, he cried, but it was already to late. In a blur, the sharp edge swiped over a pristine cheek, crimson then spilling in fine droplets on ivory. It made Prussia unwittingly think of a marble statue that had been marred.

With the high of the fight gradually diminishing, his mind slowly regained the acute understanding of here he was. A sharpened as his senses had been moments ago, the concentration in the present had banned his mind the registering the actual purpose of the quarters they were in – the drawing room of a high-born lady, Marquise perhaps, that was currently engaging in all the hedonistic pleasure the royal court of France had to offer.

France remained seated on the floor, inspecting the wounds he had sustained from their spar. Cuts littered his body, the blood ruining the white silk shirt he was wearing. However, they were already closing in the pace France’ economy could afford him, steam raising in soft, ghostly whisps as skin sealed itself.

Prussia had some himself, hair-fine slashes along his arms and torso that emitted pain. He embraced it, allowed it to make the world more vivid and nurtured it along with the anger burning in the pit of his gut.

It was always sharp blades when it came to the two of them. Because dulled edges weren’t as much fun in Gilbert’s opinion and crude in Francis’. Nevertheless, the later was evidently regretting that choice.

“You shouldn’t be so brutal. Every time we do this you act as if you want to slaughter me”, France whined peevishly. Rage blinked in those eyes and was apparent by how he clenched his jaw. A pity that the other couldn’t really bring himself to care.

Over the course of the last few months, he had been slowly consumed by ire – this was just an opportune outlet on one of the culprits.

“And usually, you are able to hold your ground just fine. What would you have had me do? Beat you up with a cushion?”, he shoot back at his generous host, letting the loser get back on his feet on his own.

As France hobbled over to a table, he hissed at his ally: “Don’t act so pretentious. Such cruelty doesn’t suit you.”

He then raised a crystal glass, toped with gold rim to his lips and graciously allowed the red wine to flow past his lips; and promptly winced when the alcohol burned into a gash that wasn’t fully closed yet. Internally, Prussia though he deserved it. Pain and poison comes filled in jewelled goblets and extra-vagrant meals – something that France was evidently yet to learn.

“Cruelty were cruelty is due. Nobody ever learns something from an accommodating teacher. Therefore, it is your own fault that you’ve lost. It’s simply – you’ve grown soft”, he smugly countered as he joined his fellow personification.

A bitter laugh escaped the Frenchman.

“Soft you say. We’ll see that in the upcoming war”, he remarked, narrowing his eyes. An accusation rang with the words, one that Gilbert opted to ignore for the meantime.

“Then tell me, what is this?”, he interrogated and rudely pinched France’ side, what had once been firm muscle now soft, squishy blubber. “Don’t pretend you are humble, now Francis. You’ve allowed yourself to drown in luxury, gluttony making you stuff yourself at increasingly lavish feasts and lust making you spends more nights than not between the thighs of some courtesan.”

Squawking in indignity, Francis tore himself out of the vice grasp and regarded Gilbert with contempt. Then, he expertly schooled his expression into something more pleasant and said cordially:

“Ah, my friend. They do speak the truth when they say that being a Prussian is an honour, but no pleasure. You should desperately learn to appreciate the finer things in life. God didn’t make us for us to wallow in squalor and toil our lives away. That is why art and splendour are ours to command.”

He made a wide gesture to the room that were in. To the high windows with the velvet curtains. To the crystal chandelier and the gold details and the idyllic scenes painted on the ceiling and the oak bed and, and…

“All of this is human craftsmanship, finer in one of its most exquisite forms. Humans are meant to revel in such grandeur. The finer things in life are meant to be enjoyed to their fullest capacity. So when you call me a hedonist, I don’t take it was an insult, rather it is a compliment to me.”

France has always followed his own logic, one that Prussia never fully understood. Yet despite all the flowery words he used to justify himself, he couldn’t help but sneer at the opulence on display.

It deeply disgusted him. Because in his mind, revelling in decadence and corruption was a symptom of an ailing mind and body. It told of a shallow spirit that lacked any discipline or morals, deciding to give up integrity in favour of chasing frivolously pleasures. He knew for sure that his Fritz would never stoop to the depths of the current Loise XV.

Gilbert also knew that all the pomp and faux-glory was a façade. He had seen rats scurrying in this supposedly most magnificent palace of all time, gotten a whiff of the stench that the nobility desperately tried to hide with ridiculous amounts of perfume. He could feel the storm of war deep in his bones, pinpoint the detail of the ever changing political climate in all the intrigue done here at Versailles.

He wasn’t fooled.

#historical hetalia week #historicalhetaliaweek #hhw day 4 #hetalia #historical hetalia #aph france #APH Prussia #hws prussia #hws france #opulence #1500 - 1800 #@historical-hetalia-week

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beautytreats · 21 days

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khoicesbyk · 4 years

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The Nanny Affair.

The Vacation Of A Lifetime. Part 4.

Author’s Note: This fanfic right here is based off of the preview for Chapter 14. This will be four parts. First part is what happens before they get to Italy. And the second, third and fourth parts will be what happens once they land. So! Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Song and Story Inspiration: You Mean The World To Me-Toni Braxton

***Rated: Mature 18+. Contains sexual content and strong language. You know? The usual from me. 😁

***Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters.

***Characters: Sam Dalton (LI) and Krystal Parker (MC) (And final appearances of my TRR MC Shanelle Dawkins and LI King Marquise.)

***All Characters and names (except MC) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 2,836 words.

I got one more! It’s Part 4! (Sorry! I feel like Dr. Seuss. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

It was the night of the gala at the Cordonian embassy in Naples. And for Krystal; the night went from magical thanks to dancing with his majesty King Marquise; to absolutely humiliating thanks to Sam and Sofia being jealous because of that very dance.

As she laid across her bed; the tears flowed like a waterfall. She couldn’t believe that Sam would something like that to her. Especially when; she did everything that she could do to convince his majesty to accept the proposal. In that moment; she was furious. She was frustrated. She was humiliated. She was heartbroken. But mostly; she was done! She’d had enough! She was not gonna take it anymore.

“That’s it! I’m done! I quit! I have had enough! I won’t let him do this to me! Not after everything that I’ve done for him!”, she said to herself through the tears. She was determined to quit. Even though; she’s crazy about her boys and doesn’t want to leave them to that vulture of a future stepmother; she was done! This was the final straw. That’s when she heard a knock at her door.

“Ugh! Now what?”, she thought as she dried her tears. When she opened the door; there he stood. The cause of her pain. The reason she was rightfully and righteously furious. The one person who held her heart. There stood Sam with an apologetic look on his face; that she knew all too well.

Sam couldn’t believe it. King Marquise had accepted the proposal. And it was all thanks to Krystal. The same Krystal; that he had just accused of nearly ruining his chances of getting King Marquise to say yes. He actually raised his voice at her. His kitten. His Krystal. If there was ever a time for him to feel like a complete and total ass; now was it. “Oh my God! She…she actually did it! And I…oh God! I…”, he thought to himself.

His behavior was unacceptable and he was quickly realizing that he had to fix this. He had to apologize to her. But right now, he was consumed with the news.

As they got ready to leave; Queen Shanelle walks up and asks him. “Mr. Dalton can I speak to you for a moment?”

As they stepped away from the crowd; her face twisted with fury as she says to him, “now you listen to me and you listen closely; I watched Krystal when she left the ballroom; and went out on the terrace. She was happy and smiling when she walked outside. And when she came back in; she was everything but happy and smiling. And if I had to wager a guess; I’d say you and that barracuda you’re stupid enough to call a fiancée, are the reasons why she looked so devastated.”

“Your majesty I—“, he started to say before he was cut off by Shanelle, “I’m not finished! Now look I can’t tell you who to marry and I’m not trying to. But what I am telling you is that; you need to fix whatever it is you broke with Krystal. And the reason why you need to fix it; is because the deal that my husband has agreed to depends on it!”

“You can’t be serious, your majesty!”, he told her.

“Don’t let the crown fool you, Mr. Dalton. I have more pull than you and your betrothed seem to think I do. All it takes is one word from me to him about the way you acted towards Krystal; and that speech he made will be for nothing! And you AND Ms. Russo will have to deal with the fallout, if you get my drift.”, she replied to him.

Before he could form a retort; she says to him, “even though you don’t deserve it; I’m going to help you out. I’m hosting a women’s luncheon tomorrow; while you and my husband are signing the contracts. And I want Krystal to be there. She can act Dalton Enterprises’s official liaison at the luncheon. All you have to do is: convince her to do so. Now, how you do that is up to you. But; whatever you decide to do; you’d better make it good. Your company’s name depends on it!”

Sam was floored by Shanelle’s request but in his heart; he knew she was right. “Yes your majesty. I’ll find a way to get Krystal to attend.”

“Good! And don’t worry about your boys. Seeing as how other children will be there; those two are more than welcomed to attend with Krystal as well.”, she told him. He nodded to her as a response. “Have a good rest of your night Mr. Dalton. I look forward to seeing you all tomorrow afternoon.”, she told him.

As she walked away; his parents and brother walked up. “Hah! My boy! We’ve done it! Now all we is Adrian Raines on board and the Nightingale Project will be secure for generations!”, his father exclaimed with glee. Dalton Senior was as giddy as a school boy on pizza Fridays. “Now I don’t care how you do it! I don’t care how long it takes! And damn sure don’t care what it costs! But son! You’d better get Krystal WHATEVER IT IS she wants! She has just saved us all! So, she deserves to have whatever she wants and needs! And it’s up to you; to make it happen!”

“Yes sir! I’ll get it done.”, he responds to his father. “Where’s Sofia?”, Sam asks.

“Currently being chewed out by her dad.”, Robin answered. Sam felt bad for her but even felt worse for Krystal.

After saying goodbye to his family for the night, Sam was soon on his way back to the hotel. With his tail tucked firmly between his legs; Sam was trying to come up with a way to both apologize and to convince Krystal to be at the luncheon tomorrow. Which was no easy task; seeing as how he knew that he was the LAST person she wanted to see right now; but he still had to try.

As he got to her door; he steeled himself for the rightful and righteous onslaught he was about to face. He just knew that she’d be in a rage when she saw him. But when she opened the door and he saw how blood shot her eyes were; his heart sank to the ground.

“Don’t tell me; let me guess: you’re here to further humiliate me more than I already am, right?”, she asked him in a flat voice.

“No I’m not. I’m here to…to…apologize for the way I acted tonight.”, he replied.

“Ohhhhhhhh! So you’re here to offer me some hollow ass I’m sorry, right? I don’t even know why I’m even bothering to look at you; much less listen to ANYTHING you have to say. But since you’re the one paying for this room and I’m stuck in a foreign country with no other way home; come on in…boss.”, she said as she let him in.

“You’ve got 5 minutes! Starting now!”, she hissed.

Once inside; Sam turned to her, took a deep breath and said, “I have no excuse or excuses for the way I behaved towards you tonight. I lost my temper as well as my mind; when I yelled at you. I took every ounce of jealousy, frustration and anger I had in me out on you; when I had no right nor business doing so. Especially when you did absolutely nothing wrong. This may seem and sound like it’s hollow but I swear to you; when I say that I am truly sorry I mean it, Krystal. I don’t deserve your forgiveness and I damn sure don’t deserve you. But Krystal; I am begging you for the chance to prove that I that I can earn both.”

In that moment; she HATED him. Rightfully so. He deserved it. He deserved every bit of fury she had in her.

She glared at him with tears of anger and heartbreak in her eyes as she says; with her voice raised, “You’re right about that Sam. You DON’T deserve me or my forgiveness. You deserve that harpy you’re “engaged” to. You deserve to see your boys unhappy whenever they’re around her. You deserve to want more but are to scared to reach for it because; you don’t want to upset dear old daddy! You don’t deserve all of what I’ve given you! All of what I’ve done for you! I have given you all of me and more and it is never enough! I am never enough!”

He started to interject but she stopped him as she continued, “I’m…not…done! And you wanna know something else: I’m tired of all of it! I’m tired of you telling me one thing but; doing another. I’m tired of you saying that you love me but running scared when it’s time to prove it. I’m tired of being so close but not being able to touch you. I’m tired of missing you when you’re gone. I’m tired of my heart fluttering when you look at me. I’m tired of constantly needing you. I’m tired of wanting you to touch me. I’m tired of not being able to kiss you whenever I feel like it. I’m tired of being crazy about you. And God knows that I’m tired of…being madly in love with you!”

With tears flowing; she finished with, “Because; it’s not enough. And I’m starting to believe that it never will be. I will never be enough for you Sam Dalton. And you know why? Because; Sam Dalton doesn’t want me. At least not the way that I deserve to be wanted.”

At that point; she was out of breath and struggling to not break down crying. He wasn’t angry at her; he couldn’t be. He caused this. He put her through hell and has been oblivious it until now.

The pain was too much to bear. He had to fix this. He broke her and now he’s trying not to lose her. “Krystal please listen to me. You know that you’re enough. Hell, you’re more than enough! And I know that I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve your devotion. I don’t deserve your time. I don’t deserve to watch you make my boys the happiest I’ve ever known them to be. I don’t deserve to see how much you love and care about them. And I most certainly don’t deserve your love for me. I know all of this. But I am pleading with you…hell I am begging you…don’t give up now.”

She stared at him and said, “why not? Why shouldn’t I walk away? Why shouldn’t I just leave you alone forever? I’ll tell you why! Because we both know that the minute I walk away; is the minute you’ll be on my ass! Giving me false hope once again! Telling me that you want me! That you care about me! That you need me! That you love me! And yet; all you’ll do is treat me like I mean nothing to you! You treat me like I’m some toy on a shelf; that you only play with when you’re horny and you want to get your rocks off then you put me back on the shelf! Like my feelings and emotions don’t matter at all!”

She took a deep breath; which was also an attempt to calm the tremors that were starting to rise; before she continued, “God! You know? Your brother maybe a 100% Pure Grade A asshole but; in the end he was right. Because in the end; I’m the one who winds up getting hurt. You get to walk away Scott free; while I’m left to pick up the pieces of my broken heart, life and soul. Sam; we both know that you’re gonna end up marrying her. And you wanna know what’s worse? What’s worse is you will make sure that I’m sitting right there watching it all happen!”

“Krystal I would never do that to you!”, he told her.

“Oh no? Aren’t you the same person; that had me plan your engagement party to her?”, she shot back at him.

He went silent; which caused her to scoff at him and say, “yeah. I thought so. God! You just don’t get it, do you? I love you Sam! More than you will ever know! Hell I am in love with you! More than I could ever explain! I will do anything for you! I will do anything just to be with you! And don’t get me started on those two boys! You know how much I love and care about them! You know how I always want to be with them! You know I would do any and everything for them! But! Once again; none of it is enough for you…”

She walks past him and heads out on her balcony. She was exhausted. She had just poured her heart out to him. As she gazed out onto the city; she had secretly hoped that he got the message she was trying to send. That’s when he joined her on the balcony.

“Krystal…look at me.”, he told her before she turned around to face him. He searched her eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

“Everything you said. It’s true. All of it. I have been a selfish, self centered, self absorbed and a completely cowardly son of a bitch to you. I’ve been so wrapped up in trying to make sure that I have something to leave my boys; long after I’m gone. I could say over and over again that I never intended to hurt you; but that’s exactly what I’ve done. I’ve hurt you, badly. And I swear on my wife…that I wasn’t trying to; but none of that matters. All that matters is what I say and do from now on. If you let me.”, he told her; before wrapping his arms around her. After a second or two; she returned his embrace and buried her face into his shoulder.

He rubbed her back in an attempt to stop her shaking before saying to her, “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to go back to what my life was like; before I met you. I need you! I love you! So please hear when I say; that I am begging you not to leave. Because I know that you want to. And you have every right to leave me. But; I’m begging you for a chance to prove that you don’t have to leave. Because; Krystal you mean the world to me. You are my everything. I swear the only thing that matters to me. Outside of the boys; that is.”

She looked deep into his eyes and said, “I should…I should wash my hands of you; but I can’t walk away from you or the boys. I wanted to. Before you showed up; I was preparing myself to walk away and be done. But I can’t. Not now! Not ever! I’m not going anywhere, Sam. I’m staying right here. Because; you will be mine! Sofia be damned!”

He brought her lips to his. He wanted to taste her. He needed to taste her. She was like an addiction to him. The kiss was tender at first but soon turned blazing. He had to have her. She was perfect in his eyes. She could’ve shot someone in front of him and he would’ve acted like; she didn’t do a thing.

She broke their kiss to ask him, “will you stay with me, tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Always kitten. Always.”, he replies as they headed back inside. Once inside he scooped her up in his arms; and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently and then joined her. Once she was resting in his arms; he held onto her for dear life.

“Now that I have you; right where you need to be, can I ask you a question?”, he asked her. She nodded against his shoulder.

“Her majesty is having a women’s luncheon tomorrow; and I wanted to know if you would go as Dalton Enterprise’s representative?”, he asked her.

“I would love to!…if she actually was having a women’s luncheon tomorrow. But she’s not.”, she replied with a giggle.

“What do you mean?”, he asked her, clearly confused.

Krystal rolled her eyes good-naturedly and said, “I texted her as the boys and I were on our way back here to the hotel; and told her all about what happened. Let’s just say that she was not a happy camper with you. And she was even more disgusted with your fiancée. So we came up with this idea. She would give you a push in hopes that your mouth would do the rest. Looks like we were right.”

He shook his head with a chuckle and said, “yeah, I guess you both were…”

They kissed each other sweetly and were soon off to sleep.

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I hope you have enjoyed my little series!

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beingevil · 4 years

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if there be thorns, Guardian Yang AU

title: if there be thorns

pairing: none here

Rating and warnings: Gen

author’s notes: In honour of a very special day, for Neon’s Guardian Yang AU. You can read it on Ao3 here!

summary: Annerose POV, set largely after Yang goes missing.

wordcount: 1690 words

Even the Kaiser’s palace walls cannot keep the whispers out.

When Reinhard was taken into custody after the attempted assassination, Friedrich kept that knowledge from her, whether out of a misguided sense of kindness, or to keep her sweet and compliant – she did not know, and it made little difference either way.

His court had no such reservations.

It is Benemunde who first springs the knowledge on her like a steel trap, gleefully detailing how Reinhard had been taken away in chains, fighting the guards like a mad dog.

It had taken much to listen with a pleasant, detached interest, to nod and smile, to thank Benemunde for telling her how Reinhard was getting along.

Perhaps if it appeared she did not care, she would be less of a weapon against Reinhard.

There is little enough she can do in the Kaiser’s grasp, but she can do her utmost not to be turned into a weapon against her brother.

Life under her father’s hand had taught her all too well not to show weakness, and here in the Kaiser’s court of vipers she knows she needs every lesson she learned and more.

She finds a quiet joy in Benemunde’s dissatisfaction, knowing she had denied the Marquise her satisfaction, as the other woman storms off, loudly calling her a disgrace.

After all, she learned long ago never to act as if the names hurt her.

So it is now, months away from Reinhard’s arrest, that she recognises the look in Reinhard’s eyes as he descends from the carriage. She has known her brother from the day he was born, she knows his hundred different tells better than anyone else: the haunted circles around his fever-bright eyes, the rigid set of his mouth before he shapes it into a brittle smile for her and everyone watching.

It seems he has dressed today with little care for how he looks. His blue coat seems carelessly rumpled, and the edges of his cuffs appear to have been worried at.

She knows why. His life has been transformed since they last met.

The Kaiser’s walls had not kept those rumours out either.

The cravat around his neck is at odds with his ensemble, its cut a little too old. It must have been cream-coloured, once, but time has turned it off-white and its best days are clearly far behind it.

Her musings on Reinhard’s odd sartorial choices on this day is interrupted by his approach.

She puts her arms around him as he nears her. “I’m sorry,” she whispers into his ear, hidden from the guards by the crook of her arm and the curve of his shoulder. When his arms close convulsively around her, she has never more wished to be able to speak freely to her brother. But they are ever under the gaze of the Kaiser’s men, and both of them know to be careful.

Yang had been good for him, Reinhard’s complaining about his strange ways and fussiness notwithstanding. It had been good fortune that Annerose had learned long ago not to expect for either of them.

She had thought that the savage wildness in Reinhard calmed, however momentarily, during his time with Yang. At their last meeting, she had smiled to herself as her wilful brother poured Yang tea as if he had done it a thousand times, even as he complained to her about how Yang couldn’t do a thing for himself, not even getting up in the morning.

Then Reinhard had reached out and adjusted Yang’s cravat over Yang’s feeble protests – it had gone askew somehow – all the while deploring his choice in clothing and chiding him for not paying heed to Reinhard’s suggestions for suitable palace fashion.

She had liked him, the quiet unassuming man whom court politics had unexpectedly thrust into their lives. She too knows what it is like to be plucked from the world you knew and thrown in the midst of a court where every smile could hide a dagger. She liked that Yang never made it seem like he expected anything of her or Reinhard, not even conversation, for even silence was comfortable around him.

Above all, she appreciated that Yang was a safe pair of hands for her brother. It did not escape her that Reinhard, in his own way, turned towards Yang like a flower to the sun. She had thought it was good that finally, Reinhard had an adult in his life that he could trust.

But Yang is gone now.

And in her brother’s place is a wild creature that looks out at Annerose from behind his fevered blue eyes.

She leads Reinhard to the conservatory, where heliotrope blooms in dreamy violet clouds. Deep magenta fuchsia hang their heavy lantern blossoms from the trellises, vivid petals tumbling down the conservatory walls. Hydrangeas unfurl their storied petals here, and honeysuckle trumpets grace the air with their sweet fragrance.

Over and under it all, the scent of the Kaiser’s prized roses perfume the air. Summer is approaching its peak and so are they, petals of the deepest crimson, the palest pink, the purest white all unfolding to the air.

Reinhard barely seems to notice. He is standing right next to her, but he might as well be a thousand miles away.

In a way, he is.

Never has she more regretted that they cannot speak freely here.

She pours him tea, amber liquid swirling in its gilded cup. He glances once at it and not again, and she knows then who he must be thinking of.

Under the table, she reaches out and takes his hand.

His nails are ragged to the touch, and there are healing scars scattered across the back and sides of his hand, recalling to her the destructive rages he would fly into as a child. How many fragile things already been consigned to his rages?

How much more could he bear before he too would shatter?

He rests his cheek on his hand, the very picture of an indolent, spoiled noble.

“The weather is so very hot recently,” he says. “Sister, I do think that the next two or three weeks would be a perfect time for a sojourn into the mountains. I hear Freuden would be a wonderful place.”

The question is in her eyes as she smiles at him, wondering what game he intends to play this time.

“Did you not summer there last year?” He continues, without waiting for her answer, “If you go, I may join you there too.”

Under the table, his hand tightens almost convulsively on hers.

She laughs gently to give herself time to respond.

“Dear Reinhard, whatever it is you wish, I shall certainly endeavour.”

“Do,” he says, and his fingers once again close, painfully tight, around hers.

She knows for certain then that he has no intention of joining her there.

When he takes his leave from her, he rests her head on her shoulder for a moment, and he is her brother Reinhard once again, running into her arms with skinned knees and bruised knuckles from yet another fight.

But her brother fights different battles now, far beyond the schoolyards of their childhood years.

This time he is wounded with hurts she cannot heal.

She would like to believe that he can draw strength from her presence like this.

She embraces him and strokes his hair gently. Briefly, his shoulders shake as she holds him.

It is all the emotion he allows himself in her presence that day.

“Be well,” she says, reluctantly releasing him.

“Always,” he answers, smiling.

There is a strange fey light burning in his eyes, one she knows too well.

He takes his leave, striding to his carriage without looking back.

Never once has Yang’s name crossed their lips.

She wonders what her brother has become, what new creature birthed in tragedy and resolve now loosed upon Odin, planning his vengeance.

It is then that she remembers where she had last seen the cravat around Reinhard’s neck.

It had been around Yang’s neck.

They had laughed, all three of them together, on that day a lifetime ago.

She sleeps poorly that night. Soon after midnight, she wakes to watch the moon traverse the sky until the dawn greets her weary eyes.

A week later, as Reinhard has asked – no sooner, so as not to arouse suspicion – she seeks the Kaiser’s leave to holiday in the Freuden mountains, away from the summer heat.

The Kaiser grants her request, of course. She asks him for so little, after all.

Here, where mountain ranges cradle her villa, alpine springs feed the lush green gardens and their wildflowers.

Though she has been here before with the Kaiser, the silence feels different this, portentous as it weighs on her shoulders. There is bite in the cool winds as they tug at her skirts and echo through the ravines.

She waits for news, but never expected it to come on wings this swift.

Even guarded in the heart of the mountain fastness, the news reaches her, through the newspapers and the whispers from the villa’s servants.

The capital has been plagued by a sudden rash of unexplained accidents and deaths – odd, for their frequency and occurrence, amongst the mid-ranking military and minor nobles. Stabbed, shot, poisoned – they meet their end through means as varied as their victims.

Annerose is not naïve enough to fail to see Reinhard’s hand in this – the timing, the coincidence, fits all too well.

A mysterious letter arrives at Neue Sanssouci which evidently threatens her safety, the Kaiser has her guard doubled as a result and asks her to be watchful. He has decided she is safer in the mountains than she is in the palace, a decision she knows Reinhard arrived at weeks ago.

Her heart aches for her brother even as she wonders about his purpose – are all these deaths to lay at a dead man’s feet? Yang would never have wanted this for him.

One day a letter from Reinhard arrives, and in its wake, when she returns to the heart of Odin, everything has changed.

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coldsteelpiercing · 4 years

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saray0524 · 2 years

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: “Bluebells” BOHO, GYPSY, Steampunk, Shabby Chic Earrings by Susan A Ray.

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thesecretattic · 2 years

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Coincidence: https://thesecretattic.tumblr.com/post/679177250427617280/coincidences-i-was-buying-a-wedding-band-which

Well the ring is associated with his (501’s) coincidence but it has Daniel engraved on it which is an angrezi version of Daniyal 🙄 my fiancé

I’ll be sharing all the details along with the wedding band over here…

I wanted something to go with my engagement rings which were these… one is a classic solitaire & the other one has à Marquise cut 🤍 ✨ www.lilacnights.com/post/11-03-2022 and www.lilacnights.com/post/ma-beau

But at the same time I wanted something more graceful and not minimalistic like most coming of age love bands… I have a really expensive taste & here are my top 3 favourite Jewelry brands:

1. Cartier

2. Bvlgari

3. CHANEL

I specifically love Cartier’s traditional range not the minimalistic modern stuff… and Bvlgari is great for the latter, I don’t think anyone does it better than them, however I am extremely fond of the Serpents… that collection is inspired by Medusa, isn’t it lovely to have a diamond crusted snake draped around your neck or wrist? I remember I had taken a snake ring (when I was 16) from Accessorize because it reminded me of Bvlgari… Chanel is a bit more feminine because of their Camellia flowers and quilted pattern but their Jewelry is worth all the hype, it is very exquisite

These sleek minimalistic love bands are from Bvlgari but you know what? Even if I could afford this brand I would’ve taken those serpents from here not the wedding bands because they are far too modern for my taste…

I love these type of rings, the classic ones…

I believe instead of investing in gold as an asset, one can simply buy something of their choice and save the rest of the money in a fixed deposit because the only way you can incur it’s value is by selling it away and let’s say if it is something you hold dear to your heart like if it’s a promise band or a birthday present then I’m sure you wouldn’t want to sell it. Secondly I did some research and I have shared all the pros & cons of Gold vs Gold plated jewelry, for smaller occasions and broke Millennials or Gen Z, Gold plated jewelry wouldn’t be such a bad idea… (I belong to Gen Z because it starts from 1995 but I still feel like an old soul and I am literally like all those who claim they have a generation gap in their own generation) Brands like Zara, H&M & Mango have all started making 18-24 karat gold plated accessories which range between 2200-3000/- I do have a signet ring from Zara which is 24 karat gold plated and I had taken it from sale for 1500/- the colour is very rich and it has a lot of lustre which shows that it is actually wrapped in pure gold

Here are the pros and cons:

1. Gold plated items are far more durable than solid gold because they are made using metals like nickel, zinc, steel & alloy whereas gold, in it’s purest form is too soft to be wired or moulded so it is mixed with alloy and the higher the karat, the more delicate it is… you’ll have to prevent it from bending.

2. The plating can wear off which is like a major con of gold plated jewelry and this is exactly why they do a double plating in some brands but you’ll have to avoid getting it wet or using moisturisers, perfumes, scented items/all other chemicals… and in rare scenarios if you are using wool ties like me, to make your ring tighter then you’ll have to take it off after every wear because it can tarnish the plating. Solid gold jewellery can also get tarnished and have dents, scratches, blackening etc. but you can get it fixed at your local jeweller and they don’t wear off like gold plated items obviously but you’ll have to save them from soap & water because it can cause the gold to fade away which will lighten up over a period of time, so no soap + water.

3. Since gold is usually mixed with alloy for adding more firmness, inspite of being the least reactive of all metals, it can get oxidised or even show signs of rusting if you’ll regularly wear it in water… because it’s the alloy and all other metals that can rust and surface a little bit of discolouration on the top, on the other hand gold plated jewelry will also wear off with water. However, in today’s times, you do get a lot of nickel free, lead free, hypoallergenic & anti-rust stainless steel options in gold plated jewelry which is great for everyday use. The latter can have the look of gunmetal steel jewellery even with the gold plating on top but who looks that closely?

Coming back to my wedding band… umm in my country you don’t wear wedding bands while exchanging vows but I still got this because I love them, I had no idea that they were comparing Cartier with the brand which I got haha it was like a lovely coincidence

Cartier is on the left with a small diamond stud in the centre, DW is on the right… it does have Bvlgari’s minimalistic touch along with a little bit of softness (like all those regular wedding bands) because of the curved edges, it’s very delicate and beautiful, I was not able to click proper images on my phone but I tried my best.

It looks slightly similar to the Bvlgari rings (in the above images) but it’s somewhere in between that and Cartier, the edges are relatively more soft & curved so it has the minimalism & sleekness of Bvlgari but at the same time, it also looks a lot like those classic wedding bands, it has a vintage touch especially their gold edition which was already running out. I was again very particular about getting it in gold instead of rose gold… but rose gold is equally beautiful, it just depends if you want something more classy and vintage or modern. They do offer a small size like 48, the exact diameter/circumference of my ring finger is 45 mm & this one’s precisely 47 so as guessed it was still slipping out but it got stuck in the middle finger of my right hand because as girls even our fingers bloat when we PMS, it fits me in the mid finger on my left hand though :/which is a little skinnier than the right one, unfortunately it doesn’t fit the ring finger even on the right one (it’s too loose in my ring fingers) It looks big in the images and you can’t make out the actual shade. I have taken it in gold, it also comes in rose gold and silver. The colour looks really light in my images but it’s a beautiful shade of gold

Love,

Czar 𝒵𝒟.

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