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grace giggled a bit, she too has heard that a lot from her teachers when she wanted to perfect something she was not pleased with on her own. the young girl enjoyed learning new things, and it was not always easy but it would be worth it in the end. not a very likeable trait to have but it was not something she thought about, especially now. “ i would love nothing more than to learn how to write it. it might not always be perfect, — ” she would probably make many mistakes and much paper would be wasted in the beginning. “ but i aim it to be and one day we shall be able to write each other. ” excitement laced the brunette’s voice as she spoke of the idea. “ perhaps, whenever you are free, we could start with a few words each day and have some tea too. ” it was a start and a simple suggestion.

krisztinazapolya

“I will do my best, although I fear I may not be the best teacher. I would love to write letters in Hungarian to someone other than my father, I love him dearly but there are many subjects that are ones I would rather discuss with a friend.” She laughed before continuing to speak. “That would be lovely. if we do a few words a day I can teach both how to say and write them at the same time.”

#c: grace

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borncfsorrow

Clad as and ancient Irish hero, a mask covering her features, and towering above even most men in attendance, Bronagh greatly doubted she would be seen for what she was. Even in the few passed pleasantries, her low voice had not betrayed her, though the rough Irish accent had raised a brow or two. “ Tell me,” she inquired of someone near her, “in your experience, are such gatherings in this court always so opulent? ”

krisztinazapolya

Krissy had been having a wonderful time. Between the wine and dancing, a red flush had spread across her cheeks and nose. She grinned at the person towering over her, her own accent thicker than usual. “I would not know, I have not been in England for very long. I have found the masquerade to be quite lovely, I believe that love and romance should be celebrated in a grandiose manner.”

#c: bronagh

My husband,

Although my heart does not know you yet, I write this letter with the up most hope that you are near. More likely than not, our match was one born of politics rather than love.

If that is the case, I am deeply sorry, you deserve a wife who will love you as much as I deserve a husband who will love me. But, perhaps we are lucky and our marriage is one that has come from love.

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ciarandarcy

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ciaran hated jousting. it was often very hard on the horses, between the additional weight of the armour and the sudden jolt when the rider got knocked off. he was only participating because his new role as a knight required it. however, he had one superior advantage. unlike most of the spoiled noblemen participating, he had grown up on the back of a horse. he knew his horse like it was his best friend, and he was not easily dismounted from his horse. if it had been a match of hand-to-hand combat, his defeat would have been swift. however, he might actually stand a chance in this.

the winter air was alive with a restless hum of excitement as the stands filled with nobles and peasants alike. the chatter filled his head, overwhelming him, and he questioned for the hundredth time why he agreed to this. he was so lost in thought that he almost didn’t hear the soft call of his name. he turned, expecting to see one of the kitchen girls or a maid, many of whom had offered him their favours for the joust. he was a hero among the servants, a stable boy turned knight. however, his eyes fell upon the fair face of the hungarian princess, and he quickly fell into a low bow.

over the last few weeks, he had been teaching her to be more comfortable around horses, perhaps even one day to ride them, after she had become fearful while being trapped in the stables by the rain. they had become a tentative sort of friends, ciarán always being careful of his stature in life and never pushing any boundaries. however, despite this, they had become fast friends, and he greatly enjoyed her company. “your highness. you look well.” he said softly, grinning. she did look well, the cool air brought a rosy glow to her cheeks.

krisztinazapolya

Krissy had never been a fan of jousts. She disliked the violence, and up until recently had held a fear of horses. She had only attended out of obligation, rather than actual desire to or care of the results. This time was different. When she had heard Ciaran was competing, her heart had twisted with worry. Although she had only met him recently, she had taken nearly an instant liking to him. Being around him put her at ease, as if nothing bad could happen. She had met him after she had taken refuge in the stables when it had started to rain. He had noticed her fear of horses and he had been helping her get past it. And despite knowing him for a short amount of time, she was fond of him. Originally she had not planned on giving anyone her favor, but her mind had been changed when she heard he was competing. It was a last minute decision, so it was nothing special. She had cut a square of fabric off of a dress she had ruined after spilling a bottle of ink on it. She even dabbed a bit of her favorite perfume on it before going to find him. It was not long before the first bout, and she hopped that she could find him on time. She had nearly given up hope that she would find him on time when she spotted him. She had recognized that he was attractive when she first saw him, but now she realized just how handsome he really was. The realization nearly took her breath away and left her with a weird fluttery feeling in her chest. It was not often that she found herself at a loss for words, but she was now. It took a moment for her to call out to him. "Ciaran." She had hoped she had spoken loudly enough for him to hear. She smiled when he turned to her. Even his bowing, an action that normally would sour her mood, made her heart flutter. Her cheeks were flushed with a combination of the brisk air and the odd feeling in her chest. She had never felt anything like it before, and it was strange, but not unlikable. "Thank you, you do as well." When he smiled at her, her own smile grew and the feeling in her chest fluttered once more. "I thought that I would wish you luck, not that I think you will need it."

#c: ciaran #mobile replies #krissy sweetheart that feeling is attraction #you have a crush

"Thank you," she gave him a friendly smile. She couldn't put too much blame on him, despite who he worked for, it almost felt as if he were a step removed from the man she despised. "The desire to learn is a good one, I only hope that I can maintain my own curiosity as I get older. There is so much we can learn from others if we just chose to listen." She bit the inside of her cheek. It wasn't the time to speak of her brothers death, although it was the largest factor in her leaving for England. "I suppose it is an odd time of year, although I am fortunate enough to have horses that are used to the weather at home. Compared to that, this weather is beautiful, aside from the rain. Although we seem to be blessed with a reprieve from it today." She hadn't entirely meant to change the subject to the weather, but she hoped that the change would keep him from asking more questions about the timing of her arrival.

#c: juan #is Krissy wise or do i just watch too much dr who

@ciarandarcy

As she had many times before, Krissy had misjudged how much time she could spend outdoors before it began to rain. She had ducked into the nearest building, hoping she could wait out the rain before continuing her walk. She was mostly dry as it was hardly more than a drizzle at the moment, but she knew that the skies could open up at any second. She noticed the horses first, realizing that she had trapped herself in the stables, seemingly alone with the horses. She had been afraid of them ever since she was 8 and had seen a stable boy hurt after being kicked by one. She backed into an empty corner, eyeing the horse nearest to her warily. She stood in silence for a moment before realizing that she was not alone after all, "Oh, hello," she said, taking her eyes off the horse.

#c: ciaran

demonictales

“ once i start something i cannot stop until i have succeeded. i am not sure if that is wise or not but i do not like giving up. “ it was something she was called often, determined and stubborn when learning new things, her teacher had told her that, in things like this she was a perfectionist, it was a blessing and curse at the same time. “ if you could that would be woderful, your highness. “ grace allowed herself to be excited about that, perhaps in the future they would write each other and she’d be fluent in a third language. at the princess’ offer she was surprised but if it was her wish she did not obey. “ krisztina. “ the brunette spoke, a smile forming on her lips once more. “ then you must call me grace. “

krisztinazapolya

"I think that it is a bit of both. Many give up far too easily. I find it an admirable trait." She smiles at the other before giggling. "Although perhaps that's because I myself have often been told I am too stubborn for my own good."Of course, I use my language only when writing letters at home, I would love an excuse to use it more." Her smile widened at the sound of her name. It was nice to hear it from a friendly voice after weeks of only being referred to as 'your highness'. She was glad that the other girl did not seem to be put off by her suggestion like some might have been. She nods in agreement, "Absolutely, Grace."

#c: grace

demonictales

“ of course. it is always hard to learn something new and doing it so well is a great accomplishment. ” grace genuinely tried her best, perhaps she was able to speak a bit of it by the end of the day, might it only be some basics that she could understand. and possibly it was best listening to her as she slowed down her pronunciation a tad more, making it much easier for her to speak. “ you are right, your highness. it is easier. ”

krisztinazapolya

“You are doing very well, I believe that most others would have given up by now. I could also teach you to write in Hungarian, if you would like?” There was something about the younger girl that made Krissy feel that she could relax and be herself around her. Still, she checked for nosy courtiers before speaking again. “Please, feel free to call me Krisztina, especially when it is just the two of us. Even after ten years, it still feels odd to be called your highness.”

#c: grace

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Noting the accent and age of the woman before him, he figured there were only a handful options that would explain her identity. Hajji had been more than exposed to the Hungarians, having often accompanied Suleiman to negotiations as well as having killed many of them on the battlefield. The tone she used was reasonable, given the current nature of the Sultan’s relationship with her King. Nonetheless, Hajji refused to reply with the same hatred, as any anger he felt towards the Hungarians would be misplaced in being directed at her. “Oh but your King certainly had a great interest in what we had to offer,” he teased.

Krissy clenched her fists tight at her sides, crushing the letter in her hand. She knew it wasn’t his fault, and she knew that, but she couldn’t help the anger bubbling up inside her. “Clearly your king did not care about that interest, or he would not have broken his word.” She blamed the Ottoman king for many things, most of them unfairly. In her mind, had he not removed his support, the riot that had killed her brother would not have happened and she would still be home where she belonged.

#c: hajji #im sorry this is much angrier than i expected

@eleanorbrandon

Krissy had been working on the letter in front of her for the better part of an hour. She had thought that perhaps a change of scenery from her chambers to the library would help, but the words still would not come. The red head flung down her pen in frustration, somehow managing to tip her bottle of ink in the process. She let out the Hungarian curse word she had learned from her brother when she was seven and had stepped on his foot one too many times as he taught her to dance. She tried wiping up the ink with a spare handkerchief, but only managed to turn her fingers and hems of her sleeves black. When she looked up and saw the blonde, her face turned red in embarrassment. “I am afraid that I have made quite a mess, I do hope you were not intending to use this table after I was done.”

#c:eleanor

hajji-murad-blog

His gaze was fixed on the small gilded locket that his thumb caressed, hazel eyes scrutinising the vaguely familiar features of his mâmân. It had been five years since he had last seen her face. Five years since he had left the land where he had grown up, but apparently was not his home. And now he found himself here, surrounded by dull, carpet-less walls and foreign tongues. He had become everything his mother had tried to stir him from, an Ottoman tool. But he was happy here, content with working for the Ottomans. The political turmoil here partly reminded him of what he had escaped and thus it did not seem extraordinary when he heard of the assassination attempt.

Hearing approaching footsteps, he slipped the locket away and shifted his gaze. “Come, friend. Sample a taste of what the Middle East can offer. The Ottoman Empire is key to successful trade routes there. I hope I can at least convince you of its delights, if not the King.”

krisztinazapolya

Krisztina was walking down the hall, her nose buried in a letter from her father, not bad news, but as usual no good news either. She had wanted to take a walk in the gardens to clear her head, but the weather seemed to have other ideas, leaving her stuck indoors and in a sour mood. She was so focused on her letter, that had he not spoken, she would have walked right into him. It wasn’t until he spoke of the Ottoman Empire that she realized who he was. Her eyes hardened and her posture stiffened in an unusual manner for the normally kind girl. “I have no interest in anything the Ottoman Empire has to offer.”

#c: hajji

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heartcfabear

The moment he felt her had on his arm and heard that sweet voice, he felt a tremendous weight fall at the same time he vowed internally to literally break down the door if anything of the sort ever happened again, no matter what a woman with tiny children may say to the contrary. Throwing all sense of etiquette to the wind, he embraced her in full view of everyone. “I was so worried about you ! Please tell me you were not harmed ?” his tone spoke as much as his words and it could be told he was willing to hunt down and maim anyone who may have caused harm to her. Though that was not out of the ordinary. He had been this way since they were children.

krisztinazapolya

It was the longest that the two had been separated since he had become her guard. It had been odd not having him by her side and she didn’t like it. She knew that she should care more about etiquette, but when he pulled her into his arms, she threw all cares away. She wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against the chest, the way she has since she was young. “I am unharmed. After I tried kicking down the door, I think the man I was locked in with was far too frightened to try any funny business,” she says with a soft giggle. She takes a small step back so that she can look up at his face, his arms still around her. The way he’s looking at her nearly takes her breath away, and for a moment she nearly admits her feelings for him then and there, but a loud laugh from across the room reminds her of where they are, and the many ears that are listening to their conversation, eager for gossip.

#c: nat

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demonictales

“ i do not see one fault in your english, it is truly amazing. “ she complimented the other on her success with what came so easily to her when speaking her mother tongue. once more, grace tried and did sound better than before. her pronounciation was a bit off but it was still better than the other few tries.

krisztinazapolya

Krissy smiles at the other girl, genuinely flattered by her compliment. “Thank you, it has come with a lot of practice.” She nodded at the other girl,”That is much better, but you may try slowing it down even more, I have found that can help.”

#c: grace

vxdegruchy‌:

She offered a brief nod in response. Yes, it was true that each day that they awoke was a blessed one. But having unpleasant weather often hindered Violette’s spirits and she was most content about the day’s weather so far. Yet the English weather, much like the English themselves, were quite often fairly fickle. Such were the times though.

Gracefully dipping into a curtsey, she politely smiled. Her mind quickly searching for any information she had been taught or knew relating to either this young woman’s name or her face. “The pleasure is truly mine, Your Highness.”

Krissy continued to smile, although it shifted to a polite smile, more out of obligation to be kind then a genuine smile as it had been before. It was not the other girls fault that she had grown to resent her position. “Other than the lovely weather, what has brought you to England?”

#C: Violette #sorry this is kinda short

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