Dame Rowena Guinevere Helena d'Avalos

Praise/degradation combination – 4 out of 5 ★★★★☆; Most definitely. My squire can attest to my skill in this particular area. There is nothing quite like having a poor, dumb, sweet thing wrapped around my finger.

"But I'm in no rush, you pretty thing. I'd rather enjoy taking you apart so slowly you lose all sense of who you are, until you can do nothing but beg for your release."

Waddesdon Manor

@squiresalz @totally-normal-squire @lord-leander-khidell

Praise/degradation combination – 4 out of 5 ★★★★☆; Most definitely. My squire can attest to my skill in this particular area. There is nothing quite like having a poor, dumb, sweet thing wrapped around my finger.

*begins furiously taking notes*

What are you writing there, Your Highness?

nothing that would interest you, dame d’avalos! i- i simply was doodling!

*looking disrespectfully at her with an innocent smile*

*she crumples up the paper and shoves it down the front of her dress, grinning awkwardly*

That's a shame. *not a lick of disappointment present* Perhaps there's something else you could show me? It's been a while since I have had to chance to properly admire a new work of art. I find that sometimes the soul craves the consumption of beauty...would Your Highness agree?

"Any art I desire, truly? What I desire may be too much for someone as refined as yourself, Princess. I shouldn't wish to overwhelm you."

“i assure you, i can handle whatever you desire, i- i am stronger than i look,” she grins awkwardly, attempting and failing to be coy. elizabeth bats her long lashes at the knight, whispering a soft, “please? i can take it.”

"Is that right?" She gives the lock of hair around her finger a testing little tug, chesire grin growing. Releasing her hair, her hand drops, dragging the pointed tip of her gauntleted finger down Elizabeth's side teasingly. Voice dropping to almost a whisper, she leans closer. "I'd very much like to see you take it, Your Highness."

She straightens up, releasing Elizabeth's chin in favor of settling her hand on her hip, squeezing roughly. "Unless you'd rather go somewhere more private, of course."

“m- more private sounds great! excellent, even! my room is up the stairs and the third door on the right if you wish,” elizabeth replies, so quickly that she blushes at her own eagerness.

"Your room is very...pink." It's difficult not to notice. "It suits you, pretty thing."

she blinks up at rowena, chest heaving with every breath. “may- may i ask for a kiss? please?”

"Only because you asked so sweetly." Rowena kneels slowly, mindful of her armor against the expensive-looking linens. The pointed metal tips of her fingers come to rest beneath Elizabeth's chin as she lifts her face with one hand and kisses her. It is neither gentle or rough, but slow and firm. She traces the princess' plush bottom lip with her tongue and then bites, using the opportunity to delve into sweet warmth of her mouth.

Praise/degradation combination – 4 out of 5 ★★★★☆; Most definitely. My squire can attest to my skill in this particular area. There is nothing quite like having a poor, dumb, sweet thing wrapped around my finger.

*begins furiously taking notes*

What are you writing there, Your Highness?

nothing that would interest you, dame d’avalos! i- i simply was doodling!

*looking disrespectfully at her with an innocent smile*

*she crumples up the paper and shoves it down the front of her dress, grinning awkwardly*

That's a shame. *not a lick of disappointment present* Perhaps there's something else you could show me? It's been a while since I have had to chance to properly admire a new work of art. I find that sometimes the soul craves the consumption of beauty...would Your Highness agree?

"Any art I desire, truly? What I desire may be too much for someone as refined as yourself, Princess. I shouldn't wish to overwhelm you."

“i assure you, i can handle whatever you desire, i- i am stronger than i look,” she grins awkwardly, attempting and failing to be coy. elizabeth bats her long lashes at the knight, whispering a soft, “please? i can take it.”

"Is that right?" She gives the lock of hair around her finger a testing little tug, chesire grin growing. Releasing her hair, her hand drops, dragging the pointed tip of her gauntleted finger down Elizabeth's side teasingly. Voice dropping to almost a whisper, she leans closer. "I'd very much like to see you take it, Your Highness."

She straightens up, releasing Elizabeth's chin in favor of settling her hand on her hip, squeezing roughly. "Unless you'd rather go somewhere more private, of course."

“m- more private sounds great! excellent, even! my room is up the stairs and the third door on the right if you wish,” elizabeth replies, so quickly that she blushes at her own eagerness.

"Your room is very...pink." It's difficult not to notice. "It suits you, pretty thing."

Confessional Choker (Martha Rotten)

Charles Caius Renoux (1795-1846), Interior of the Chapel at the Château d'Eu, painted upon the occasion of Victoria's royal visit to Louis Philippe, dated 1844, watercolor.

Armor of Henry II, King of France (ca.1555, detail) The Met

Palazzo Bagatti-Valsecchi, Milano 

Come to bed

Praise/degradation combination – 4 out of 5 ★★★★☆; Most definitely. My squire can attest to my skill in this particular area. There is nothing quite like having a poor, dumb, sweet thing wrapped around my finger.

*begins furiously taking notes*

What are you writing there, Your Highness?

nothing that would interest you, dame d’avalos! i- i simply was doodling!

*looking disrespectfully at her with an innocent smile*

*she crumples up the paper and shoves it down the front of her dress, grinning awkwardly*

That's a shame. *not a lick of disappointment present* Perhaps there's something else you could show me? It's been a while since I have had to chance to properly admire a new work of art. I find that sometimes the soul craves the consumption of beauty...would Your Highness agree?

"Any art I desire, truly? What I desire may be too much for someone as refined as yourself, Princess. I shouldn't wish to overwhelm you."

“i assure you, i can handle whatever you desire, i- i am stronger than i look,” she grins awkwardly, attempting and failing to be coy. elizabeth bats her long lashes at the knight, whispering a soft, “please? i can take it.”

"Is that right?" She gives the lock of hair around her finger a testing little tug, chesire grin growing. Releasing her hair, her hand drops, dragging the pointed tip of her gauntleted finger down Elizabeth's side teasingly. Voice dropping to almost a whisper, she leans closer. "I'd very much like to see you take it, Your Highness."

She straightens up, releasing Elizabeth's chin in favor of settling her hand on her hip, squeezing roughly. "Unless you'd rather go somewhere more private, of course."

Praise/degradation combination – 4 out of 5 ★★★★☆; Most definitely. My squire can attest to my skill in this particular area. There is nothing quite like having a poor, dumb, sweet thing wrapped around my finger.

*begins furiously taking notes*

What are you writing there, Your Highness?

nothing that would interest you, dame d’avalos! i- i simply was doodling!

*looking disrespectfully at her with an innocent smile*

*she crumples up the paper and shoves it down the front of her dress, grinning awkwardly*

That's a shame. *not a lick of disappointment present* Perhaps there's something else you could show me? It's been a while since I have had to chance to properly admire a new work of art. I find that sometimes the soul craves the consumption of beauty...would Your Highness agree?

"Any art I desire, truly? What I desire may be too much for someone as refined as yourself, Princess. I shouldn't wish to overwhelm you."

“i assure you, i can handle whatever you desire, i- i am stronger than i look,” she grins awkwardly, attempting and failing to be coy. elizabeth bats her long lashes at the knight, whispering a soft, “please? i can take it.”

"Is that right?" She gives the lock of hair around her finger a testing little tug, chesire grin growing. Releasing her hair, her hand drops, dragging the pointed tip of her gauntleted finger down Elizabeth's side teasingly. Voice dropping to almost a whisper, she leans closer. "I'd very much like to see you take it, Your Highness."