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She had never felt more like a stranger in a strange land, having been forced to abandon the styles and customs of her homeland, wandering amongst the Spanish halls, dancing Spanish dances, and dodging those she once called friends. Though Scotland had become a sanctuary for her, the permanence of her situation had yet to settle in, and even after a handful of months, she still found herself forgetting she was not on a trip, and that she would not be boarding a boat home to Germany. And now, forced away from even that familiarity, sources of comfort and safety were few and far between, and at the moment, none of them were in reach- except for them.Â
Hands clasped behind her back, Nell floated over to Cailean, falling in place beside them on the wall of the ballroom. âI canât seem to gather the courage to dance,â she mused, keeping her voice low, as if telling a secret. There was a light amusement in her tone, almost entirely covering any real fear she felt about the situation. âWith so many enemies in Europe as it is, Iâd hate to miss a step, or step on a toe, and make another in Spain.â With anyone else, she might not have managed a joke, but sheâd known Cailean so long and trusted them so well, it felt natural to allow herself a moment of respite.Â
{dev patel, 35, cismale, he/him} We are so glad to see you safe, PRINCE KIRAN BHATI of THE MUGHAL EMPIRE! Itâs dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are CONFIDENT and RATIONAL enough to handle it. Just donât let your ARROGANCE bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldnât want everyone to find out MONTHS BEFORE IT STARTED, YOU BEGAN HAVING DREAMS OF YOUR FAMILY TAKING POWER AFTER A GREAT CIVIL WAR- BUT NOW, YOUâVE STARTED DREAMING OF THE EMPIRE CRUMBLING UNDER ITS REIGN.
{luke thompson, 34, cismale, he/him} We are so glad to see you safe, MINISTER OF DEFENSE MAXIMILIEN GAUTHIER of FRANCE! Itâs dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are JOVIAL and DAUNTLESS enough to handle it. Just donât let your RESTLESSNESS bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldnât want everyone to find out YOU DONâT BELIEVE THE REVOLUTION WENT FAR ENOUGH, AND ARE ACTIVELY WORKING TO UNDERMINE THE MONARCHY AND MAKE FRANCE A REPUBLIC.Â
{arsema thomas, 28, cisfemale, she/her} We are so glad to see you safe, PRINCESS ANDROMEDA SOLOMAN of ETHIOPIA! Itâs dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are CLEVER and PERCEPTIVE enough to handle it. Just donât let your SELF-PRESERVATION bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldnât want everyone to find out YOU ARE THE LOST PRINCESS RECENTLY RETURNED, BUT YOU LOST YOUR MEMORIES YEARS AGO AND AREN'T SURE IF YOU ARE AN IMPOSTER.Â

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{jessie mei li, 26, demi-female, she/they} We are so glad to see you safe, EXILED COUNTESS ELEONORA âNELLâ ADLERBERG of SCOTLAND (GERMANY)! Itâs dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are RESOURCEFUL and KIND enough to handle it. Just donât let your WARINESS bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldnât want everyone to find out YOU ELOPED WITH A STABLEHAND WHO WAS INVOLVED IN AN ILL-FATED AND SHORT-LIVED GERMAN INSURGENCY GROUP, AND YOU WERE SMUGGLED TO SCOTLAND BY THE REBELLION TO AVOID EXECUTION.Â
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" it truly is, the flowers are beautiful and they've outdone themselves. " the princess mused just as concerned words came from the viscount. she looked a little puzzled, surprised it was noticed by someone; let alone someone who held distain for her family's royal blood. " oh, i think perhaps just a little . . forlorn. this betrothal party had me thinking . . . of such things in my life. how much i dread it. " aurora said with a soft laugh. it was true, had always been such. aurora feared being betrothed and now so more then ever. " i truly appreciate the concern, viscount. the last thing i want is for people to worry over me, so i suppose i need to perk up a bit. " she jested, though in a way, aurora meant it.
Max nodded, leaning against the wall, relieving some pressure from his feet. He could empathize with a general wariness towards marriage. Ironic, of course, considering the little ring box that sat in the pocket of his coat. Heâd been waiting for the right time to propose to Midori, but there was always something that swayed him away from making the leap. Was it fear sheâd say no, or a wider intuition? He couldnât be sure. âThereâs always the possibility of happiness in marriage, even if it is born from political strategy rather instead of love.â It was an attempt to reassure her, even if it wasnât very convincing. âBut if youâd prefer not to be haunted by the concept for a few moments, Iâd be more than happy to offer a distraction.â Max took a look around the room for any ideas, but fell short. Everything was, somehow, a reminder that they were at a betrothal ceremony. âA walk around the gardens, perhaps?âÂ
his chuckle lingered between  a genuine laugh and a scoff.  â depends on the bird. some of them screech rather than sing. â  and those he'd rather shoot down with an arrow than have to endure them grating on his ears. birds of prey were a different matter, but he knew those weren't what the lady was referring to. eyes narrowed when she used his correct title. his attire and the sword strapped to his belt made an inference that he was a soldier expected but she must be observing him beyond that.  â i didn't realize flowers were the only avenue one could admire earth's beauty, â  he retorted, his tone mirroring hers.  â ut i am capable of enjoying the festival. are you? â
âNot the only avenue, though such an aversion does indicate a wider lack of appreciation towards natural beauty.â A new glimmer had taken hold of Winifredâs gaze as she spoke. She never would have guessed it from the outset, but she was charmed by the commanderâs willingness to entertain her taunting. A relief, when she considered the other reactions a man with such a large blade attached to his hip might have- especially in the tense times they were living in. Winifred turned back to the stand to retrieve her quentĂŁo, content in her amusement. âI am enjoying myself quite a bit, though I have rarely been to a party I havenât enjoyed for at least a few hours. Even at a dull event, itâs easy enough to make entertainment for oneself.â She took a sip of the spiced wine. âAnd are you here for work or pleasure? I assume Iâm not distracting you from some important work. You don't seem the type to abandon your duties.â Â
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justice had not been served. in all the chaos that had befallen the shambles of a pre-tribunal, not once did the crimes against thailand seem to hold any sort of importance... yet again. thanin could not deny the lingering sense of irritation - frustration that built and simmered and threatened to spoil && poison the heart. perhaps this was for the best, the king tried to encourage himself bleakly, sat by a window since the curfew hour had already passed. eyes gazed outside, feeling trapped, feeling a little bit afraid.
no matter where anyone went, it seemed, chaos followed. hard to think home was any safer - where his people he doubted him, whispered of revolutions, barely slated. all he could hope to do was watch && learn, and not make any mistakes. his anger, his loss, was not important than the survival of his kingdom. eyes rose from where they peered out the foggy pane into the lawn below, and a clipped greeting was given to the other in the library. " more crowded here, than usual, in the evenings now, with the doors locked tight. "
Most of Papangoâs waking hours were spent in the library, pouring over some old, dusty texts or chronicling whatever the Malagasy court had experienced the day before. But following the pre-tribunal, their hands became far busier, and it was a race against time to ensure everything was properly accounted before memory began twisting the events into something they werenât- if it hadnât already happened. Papango had hardly processed the days themself, and the words they wrote hardly felt like something they experienced, and more like they were recounting the plot of a book theyâd read.Â
Their hands were cramped around the pen, and the cuffs of their sleeves had been pushed up to their elbows to avoid adding more ink stains. The person at the window hadnât even registered in their mind until they spoke to them. Papangoâs head shot up at the familiar voice, and a breath caught in their throat. âIâve noticed.â They said, their voice dry and cracked after hours of silence. âThe urge to be somewhere quiet and serene is understandable, though I do miss the privacy I used to find here.âÂ

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"When has it ever stopped at one last word with you?" It's inevitable that he should default to it - the snark, the grating remarks. Winnie liked him for many things, long ago, but his combative personality was never high on the list. Sighing, he watches with copious envy as the glass is delivered. Only for his to remain dry, with a ghost of red on the rim. "I would've thought you would be the first to root for my quick and ineffective reign." Such was the pettiness of a broken heart. But Elliott nods, short and understanding. Whatever happened between them - it did not stop her from coming here.
"Thank you." He follows up, after a beat. A shared look; history and present appreciation, coiled into one. "I doubt this means you'll take it easy on me the next time we see each other?" His mind, clouded in liquor, already thinking of what's next. And what better place to start, than Cardiff and its impressive resources.
She let her gaze linger on his face for a moment, trying to gauge where his head was, trying to gauge where her head was. âIâm still deciding where my hopes lie. Itâs not as if youâd destabilize the region, leaving Spain scrambling to find the next Bonaparte heir.â Winnie was toeing a line, testing boundaries, seeing how quick he might be to anger. âNot when thereâs a perfectly acceptable alternative to the south.âÂ
Winifred lazily twirled the contents of her cup, watching the deep red of the wine swirl and crash against the sides. She was finally feeling some effect from the quick disposal of her previous drink, and her head was buzzing in a somewhat pleasant way. âCertainly not,â she said, a strange mixture of a scoff and a laugh escaping her. âIâve never been easy on anyone. You know that better than most.â She brought the cup to her lips, taking a modest sip in some attempt at moderation. âBut I canât promise Iâll be this civil in the future. Once Iâve stopped feeling bad for you.â
"The things a woman does for a friend." Or more specifically, a business prospect. But what kind of saleswoman would she be, if she relented that so earnestly? Instead, she bides her time, listening to the young Queen with apt interest. So that is Winnie's plan then - the waiting game. "You know, your brother was the same way. He put Cardiff first, as any honorable leader should." Araminta knows, of course, that it wasn't the case. Carwyn was like her - a greed for wealth, a lust for power. But Winifred needn't know that yet. "I am happy to hear you plan to carry on his tradition. Though, might I suggest, as one seasoned ruler to another-" Because what are the Medici's, if not the true power of Florence? "Move fast and break things. Standing for nothing is not sustainable forever."
âIs that what Iâm doing, Countess? Standing for nothing?â Her words were sharp, pointed. It was obvious that Aramintaâs words had hit a sensitive spot. Winifred took a deep, collecting breath, wishing sheâd kept her words closer to her chest, left the information at her desire to stand in the surf. Her irritation was now a snarling beast in her stomach, but a small voice in the back of her mind reminded her to keep her head. The conversation, while personal, had political implications. The silence hung for a bit while she reeled herself in. âThe road ahead only becomes more dangerous if itâs littered with broken glass.â The clouds on the horizon continued to gather- a rather poetic parallel to the state of the world. âThe time will likely come for risky decisions, but I refuse to sacrifice Cardiffâs stability until I have reason to do so.â She sighed, her hands fidgeting with the skirts bundled in her arms. Her next words were calmer, gentler. âIâm not staying idle, Ara. Iâm biding my time, keeping my eyes open, seeing where the chips fall. When the times comes, we will be ready to act.â
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the tea remains untouched. tsarina stares ahead, a quiet stillness rendering her frozen. only another's approach finally shifts her frame. "what is it you need? be quick with it."
Nell stopped short, a lone glove in her hand. "Apologies, Tsarina." They curtseyed before continuing any further, keeping their eyes low. "I found this glove on the floor in the hall, and I thought I recognized it as yours." A remnant of their days as a lady-in-waiting, paying such close attention to the small details and accessories of other's outfits.
Nicolette shook her head laughing, "Now that would be very silly of me, to lose someone I respect who is in a position of power. Besides, I am yet to fully figure you out, and I hate to leave a puzzle unfinished." Nicolette smiled, her tone teasing, "never the less, if you did wish to disappear for the odd vagabonding every now and again, I would not betray your secret."
She smirks slightly at the mention of her political mind. It would be good, if other nations saw her as the political face of France, and not the Orleans. "I am not sure remaining in our corners is an option any longer. We have all revealed ourselves, the dark forest is bathed in sunlight and we are out of places to hide. Perhaps it is different for different nations, but France must be involved as the world attempts to unite."
âIâm not sure I follow,â she said, ceding a laugh and maintaining a smile, but narrowing her eyes slightly. It was an odd existence, enjoying the sparkling light of anotherâs attention but clamming up under the threat of being truly seen. âIf thereâs anything about me youâre struggling to understand, I invite you to ask.â Andromeda was doing her best to seem open, knowing full well she would likely lie if the Prime Minister asked a question that was even slightly personal.Â
âI suppose weâre all tangled together in more ways than weâd would like to admit.â She sighed as Nicolette spoke, feeling a bit more resigned than before. For months after she was found, she had no intention whatsoever of getting involved in politics. She wanted to remain unburdened by its complexities, preferring to contribute in a more ceremonial sense. She wasn't thrilled about being forced into such a deeply political world, now. âUnfortunately we are revealed, but our enemies are still quite masked. And thatâs not to mention the petty disagreements amongst ourselves. If some kingdoms could actually put their interpersonal drama to the side, we might go home a bit sooner.â She laughed and rolled her eyes. âWishful thinking, I know.â
normally, he would've extended  a charming smile to the other women around the princess, but he made a point of not sparing them a glance. his eyes were for andromeda alone. hopefully those she'd been speaking to would include that in the gossip they inevitably spread. her hand now in his, he led them toward the center of the ballroom.  â and people say gossip as no purpose, â  he quietly replied, smiling. as the first note of the song began, stefan wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close, while his other hand remained holding hers and began leading them through the dance steps.  â and if they're too shocked to speak, surely my refusal to dance with anyone else tonight will be noticeable. â
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After a few days of hiding away in her room, Andromeda had taken the afternoon to go on a ride and clear her mind. It had a profoundly helpful effect, until a bird flying out of a bush spooked her mare, sending her flying into a puddle of mud and sending the horse galloping away. It hadnât taken long to find her horse, but by the time she tracked her down, she was horribly lost. It was nearly curfew by the time she made it back into the palace, and her heart fell when a nearby clock struck 10. She was still so far from the Ethiopian apartments... but the German apartments were around the corner. It would be a risk to knock on their door after curfew, but itâd be a bigger risk to continue to her apartments- especially in her muddy, disheveled state. When she worked up the courage, she was shocked when she was actually allowed in, and was even more shocked to see Stefan in the sitting room. âI apologize for the late hour, Iâve just found myself too far from home.â She was deeply embarrassed to be seen in the state she was in, and she was sure her nervous energy radiated throughout the room. âI need to borrow one of your guards. To escort me to my apartments.â

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Meilin stepped into the water, leaning down to run her fingers through the receding waves. Eventually something interesting would pop up. "That sounds horrific," she sighed. "Months trapped on a ship with sweaty men. No offense," she said, in a tone that said she didn't particularly care if she was causing offense or not.
"What about this place? Is Rio de Janeiro more or less uncomfortable than the sea? I like it fine, I suppose," said Meilin. "But I miss Hong Kong terribly. And I always feel like something...bad is about to happen." She paused, slightly horrified at how morbid she was being. "Look at me," she said. "It would be more cheerful to watch them set things on fire."
The crowd behind them had begun to disperse as the began to settle into a less ferocious, entertaining state. The streets were growing busier and louder, and Lorenzo was suddenly grateful that he decided to follow her. âBoth have their charms, but I can promise the lodging is far more comfortable in the palace than in any navy ship. But nothing beats the night sky when youâre thousands of miles from shore.â As a wave retreated, his eyes landed on a shell that was the exact color of one of Giulianaâs favorite dresses. He reached down to grab it, pocketing it before he thought anyone would notice.Â
âDonât worry about being cheerful, especially if you would force it on yourself.â After a pause and a sigh, he responded with a hesitant, but serious tone. âSomething terrible is in the air. I feel it too. But youâre betrothed to a very capable naval commander, and you're under the protection of China. You have far less to fear than others."
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kai-ming had learned her lesson about venturing up on the mountain by herself, and on this rainy day â perhaps it was better she didn't worry the emperor by exploring outside palace gates. she was humming to herself as she sketched a flower that cascaded up the side of the palace.
when she heard footsteps, she turned to look at the culprit â kai-ming almost hated how her heart hoped it was xinyuan, but he had done well at avoiding her ever since their last conversation. instead, it was another familiar face. and the princess lit up with a smile. " gege! " she called out, closing up the book and skipping over with a smile. " oh, i didn't think â you won't get in trouble for talking to me will you? " the little princess asked carefully.
It had been an unforgivable amount of time since Lorenzo had last seen his sister, something he actually felt bad about. When Angelo had found him, heâd mentioned the fact Lorenzo hadnât made time for his âEmperor,â a statement that had only soured in his mind with time. It was a sharp contrast to Kai-mingâs greeting, and affection for his sister filled him as she floated towards him.Â
âWhat could he do, exile me too?â It occurred to him too late that his words, however casual, might sting. âAngelo might throw a few harsh words my way, but there's no need to worry. I can take it.â Part of him hoped that Angelo might try to reprimand him, so that they might finally have it out on the subject of Kai-mingâs exile, but he had a sneaking suspicion theyâd never see eye-to-eye on the matter, and any conversation would only serve to drive the brothers even further apart. Lorenzo glanced over at the vining flower sheâd been drawing, then down at the sketchpad. âMay I see what youâve been drawing?â His voice was gentle, doting.Â