𝔢𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢

Alexandra was saddened by the news regarding the death of the Polish King. But more than the obligatory mourning for a soverign she didn’t know, she was jealous. She knew the news also meant her younger cousin was to be the new queen. As the daughter of a King, ascending to the throne should be her future. And she filtered that jealousy the most efficient way she knew how–alcohol. “To Their Majesties. Long may they reign,” she said lifting her glass before downing it in one go. 

A celebration of life, while customary, was always the most morbid of parties. Some laughed, some cried, and some-- like Alexandra, took it as an opportunity to put out the fires within their bellies using wine as a tool. Rose knew she need not interfere, but the longer she sat off to the side, the louder the other Princess became. It was only a matter of time before their mother caught wind and scolded the her for losing her composure. "You overindulge, dear sister." Her tone treaded carefully, no desire to draw unnessary attention, "Perhaps a glass of water would suit you better." The relationship between the Windsor siblings had always been a tricky one. William was favored by their mother and found a haven in their sister while Rose had the King wrapped around her tiny finger from birth. It certainly left room for envy and resentment across the scale, especially when Rose felt like an outsider among the three of them.

stay calm. she told herself, still not at all used to this foreign castle – there were so many people, royalty and not, and she felt so … small. and insignificant. pale blonde hair flowed behind her as she walked threw the halls, trying to find the kitchens, when she didn’t notice the pedestal and the vase that sat atop it until she ran into it. her hands shot out in time, thankfully, catching the item as she let out a sigh of relief. “ thank the heavens, ” she said softly, gently setting the base back down on it’s pedestal.

Rose was overcome with boredom. While the palace was remarkable in it's own unique way, she found herself craving the comforts of her own corridors. For now, however, she paced the halls in search of a familiar face. Hands were laced in front of her waist, shoulders back just as her mother had taught her. Two guards followed closely behind as they always did, leaving her quite suffocated. "Clumsy thing you are," she commented after watching the scene play out before her very eyes, "Perhaps it would interest you to be more careful. Afterall, we are merely guests here."

“ S o … this is what passes for grandeur in Sardinia, is it?” Jehan asked, taking a look around his new abode with a critical eye. “Well, I suppose I have my unsolicited proof of France’s economic and … aesthetic superiority. I hesitate to ask whether your chambers are any better outfitted?”

"I believe the conditions of my chambers are no concern of yours, Prime Minister." Her voice almost a hum as she glanced up through dark lashes. There seemed to be a theme among them all, a dissatisfaction that could only be cured within comfort of their own realms, kingdoms they were unable to return to until further notice. "Perhaps you could have a few things imported from France to indulge the standard you so clearly require."

“Another splendid game, you’ve won again.” Forced pleasantries were never her strongest suit, but the wine she sipped did help in the slightest. “Papa wouldn’t be pleased with how much I’ve lost already, I dare say he may even lock me in my quarters for the entirety of my stay.. Another game of cards perhaps?” The thought might even be ideal, if she wasn’t allowed to venture off.

"You should not be impressed," Rose insisted while pulling the coins in her direction, a smug little smile painted on her lips as she did so, "Tis proof that I have far too much time on my hands." Or tricks up her sleeves. Neverthless, Rose Windsor, youngest daughter of England rarely found herself burdened with matters outside of games, gowns, and gossip. "Forgive me, but perhaps Her Highness would favor a stroll through the gardens instead? The air has become quite thick."