your majesty

Ophelia was thrilled that her husband was finally able to join her in France, he had been a few days behind due to having business to deal with back home but it had been pointless her travelling without him anyway because no one wanted to listen to the young queen despite the fact she’d been at this for ten years - no they wanted her husband. Still, now he was here she had barely gotten to see him he had been so busy in talks and she was left outside in the halls with the other women. Deciding to retire to her chambers for the day the blonde was on her way down a long stretch of corridor when her husband appeared at her feet from a corner. “Well that was very graceful my love.” She mused with a small smirk as she reached out to make sure he was steady. “The French are weird but we aren’t that weird.” She taunted him as she reached up to brush away some of his unruly hair. “Are you alright?”

“Thank you, my dear, that was on purpose,” he said, adjusting his collar and looking fondly at his wife. Thomas took her hand and placed a light kiss on it, barely noticing the staff boys that came to clean up the mess behind him. “I believe I will survive, yes,” he chuckled, still holding her hand. “How have you been? Have your fellow countrymen treated you well?”

“I’ll move it, your Majesty,” Maisie teased with a small curtsy, “Just give me a moment.” Her arms were up over her head as she attempted to braid back her hair, needing her unruly red locks out of her face for a change. “I’m supposed to be heading off to learn some defensive moves, but I’d much rather leave it on the ground to watch people trip. You should have seen your face.” 

A small smile slowly spread across his features as his eyes landed on the young princess. Thomas shook his head negatively before picking up the sword from the floor and pointing it at her. “No mocking the king— I’ll have you banned from Scotland for good.” He laid the sharp edge of the sword on the ground, using it for support. “Defensive moves? Are you looking to become a knight?,” he joked, raising one eyebrow. “At least you can keep yourself safe. Apparently, that is very much needed here at the French court.”

clothilde had simply been walking the opposite side of the hallway. she was going to go see one her close friends to talk about the recent murder of ser arthur and see if they heard anything among the royals. ser arthur had been someone she knew, and she loved his company. it truly broke her heart when she heard from one of the guards at the palace that he was murdered. if anything, it fueled her own desire to find out what happened to her beloved arthur. however, there were swords on the floor and she eyed them for a second before subconsciously making a detour to make sure the swords were picked up. however, the royal had almost tripped over it and seemed to be talking to her. she turned around to face him, her own confusion with his statement. why must everyone assume something that they aren’t familiar with is all of a sudden a french thing? the french are not such slobs. “pardon me?” she asked, giving him a look that heavily insinuated her own distaste for the swords on the floor and the slight insult she took to his statement. “i know less than you do and i live here.” she replied. “please, don’t worry. i was going to ask a couple of the staff boys to pick them up and return them either to the training grounds or to the armory.” she then added, giving him a reassuring smile and slightly bowing her head to him. “i do apologize if it caused you any distress to see such a mess.”

Thomas ran a hand through his hair as he watched the staff boys picking up the swords and muttering almost unintelligible apologies. The king crossed his arms over his chest, looking over at the blonde haired girl who talked to him — he found it quite funny that she sounded slightly insulted by his question, seeing as he should be the one feeling that way. “I meant no offense, mademoiselle,” the king said, raising his eyebrows, “I do wonder if the castle is always messy like this. Are you running short on staff?”, he teased jokingly, leaning his head to the side a little.