endless dreamer

miraydvmir​:

a light laugh passed hamish’s lips in response to the princess’ comment, arching a brow at her. she had fire, she would certainly be fun to spend time with. licking his lips, the man then combed a large hand back through dark, curly locks, pushing then away from his face as he eyed her. “that was not the case at all. i had intended on spending my time with a princess, you just so happened to be among the most breathtaking of them all.” when it came to charming women, hamish had it down to a tee. he liked to think he knew exactly what a woman liked to hear, and that they would love to hear it coming from his mouth. of course, he knew he was blessed with the way he looked, that much was obvious from how easy it was for him to take a woman to bed. but.. with a princess.. he knew it would likely be a little more difficult. “did i disappoint you? was there another you would have preferred to spend your day with?” he asked, tipping his head to the side a little, studying her.

The festivities, and incentive to make an impression was growing tiresome. She was doing her best to uphold the desirable traits, in hope of gaining the attentions of a man whom shared similar values. At present however, it deemed useless. “How many times have you used that line on a lady?” She retorted, eyes rolling as she withheld the inevitable scoff that would follow. She did not believe a word that he spoke, knowing she would be foolish to do so. “My sisters are equally breath taking, I believe you are misinformed.” She shrugged, raising the glass to her lips with a sigh. “I would not say I am disappointed, perhaps I am a little wiry from my trip -- I apologise if I am coming off as hostile.” She admitted, knowing she was perhaps not being as hospitable as she normally would.

miraydvmir·:

“No—” She began as she tried to recall the last time she saw their eldest brother. Aylin had caught brief glimpses of him on his dates but hadn’t spoken to him since the morning. “But it seems to matter little … I would not be surprised to learn that he had eyes and ears everywhere.” Her expression dimmed slightly as her sister’s earnest replies more or less took the fun out of her teasing. Aylin could not even imagine the type of pressure her sister was under. The way Miray imagined her life was directly opposed to what their parents wanted for her, as they valued status and she valued love. It was certainly a tough road to navigate. “Stealing virtues … how tiresome. If they are not hunting animals, they are hunting virtues.” She muttered with a roll of her eyes. “I will try not to lose sleep over such a tragedy sister,” she chuckled in jest. “Will you return to the stalls in the hopes of enticing a gentleman?”

miraydvmir​:

Aylin chuckled as her gaze moved past her sister, searching for the aforementioned guard. She took a moment to search their surroundings for the familiar face but found she was unable to spot him. Well hidden indeed, perhaps the brunette needed to give him more credit. When her eyes returned to her sister, she scrunched her face up ever so slightly. “How much trouble do you think I am in, for running away?” She asked, the ramifications of her actions finally hitting her. “Altan will not be happy.” She could already hear the lecture she’d have to endure from their eldest brother. At this point, she could only hope he was in a good mood from meeting an enchanting young lady. Her expression lit up with mischief upon hearing her sister’s answer. “Have you no interest in taming the rake? Or, indulging in some gardening yourself?” She joked with a soft chuckle. “You must point him out if he appears so I am able to evaluate him properly.” When the question is posed to her, she shrugged. “Pleasant enough … I will not need to engage the modiste’s services either.” She sighed dramatically. “Doomed to be unwed for yet another day, what will become of us sister?” She asked, tone doused in sarcasm.

miraydvmir​:

“Kız Kardeş.” The word left her in a breath with a chuckle and all worry in her being dissipated upon realising she had been found by her sister. “You may but it does not mean that I shall answer.” Despite the clear concern on her sister’s face, she cannot bring herself to answer sincerely, for she did not know why she felt the need to evade everyone. Even she was confused by her own behaviour. “But do not fear, as I assume your guard is no more than ten paces away at this very moment? They shall protect us from the men of the ton … speaking of, how was your date? Shall we request the modiste begin preparations on your wedding dress?”

even though aylin could not identify where the sudden feeling came from, she felt the desperate urge to escape the watchful eye of the ton and seek solitude. through sheer luck and a little determination, she managed to evade her guard and found herself in a secluded section of the gardens. once she was finally alone, she took in a deep, calming breath and savoured the silence. however, her peace is short-lived, much to her own shock and dismay, as she turned to find another person suddenly standing much too close to her. “aman tanrım,” she gasped as her hand flew to her chest, taking a step back from the individual. “my apologies, you frightened me— i—”

miraydvmir​:

rosesofcrane​:

miraydvmir​:

HER APPRECIATION made him smile quietly to himself. “It is my duty to serve if ever called upon, after all.” He said, fixing his gaze on hers. “I am out of place with how things are around London, but I do intend to reacquaint myself to the best of my abilities.”

A smile consumes her for a moment. “I suppose so, but this does not undo the bravery you hold.” She reminded, nodding softly as she did. “I know things change, but the majority remains the same, I am sure of it that you can pick up where you left off.” She exclaimed softly, “Do you have many friends here?”

miraydvmir​:

“ - I FEEL LIKE I AM NOAWADAYS BUT, NO, ” Phillip mused with a small smile over his lips. “I’ve just returned back from a recent battle so my absence might make me seem that way.”

She liked to know more, intrigued by the gentleman beside her. “Your bravery is surely appreciated, I cannot imagine how difficult that must have been.” She exclaimed, with a tilt of her head. “Are you settling in well?”

miraydvmir​:

it was just his luck that hamish had won three of the five baskets he had bid on, and the fact that two of which belonged to princesses, that was just a bonus. he knew that the woman would likely be wondering why he would bid on her basket having never met her before, and he would likely make up something charming on the spot to make her swoon. the man knew he was being bold, but most women liked it when men were forward.. right? as he exited the building, hamish then began to look for the woman. eventually he managed to find her, recognising her face. she was breathtakingly beautiful, and he wasted no time in drinking in the sight of her. “your majesty.” he offered a slight bow of his head. “hamish mccarthy.. at your service.” licking his lips, he then took a seat on the blanket, keeping his gaze firmly locked on the turkish princess.

he was a picture, and what she had expected. a broody, tall, dark and handsome man whom held the attention of every female in the room. it was somewhat daunting to be in the presence of such an aurora, someone who clearly thought highly of themselves. despite her heritage, she often found herself to be a social hermit -- though on a day like today, the ton would settle for nothing less than her attendance. “pleasure is mine.” she spoke, eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. “i’m miray, princess of turkey.” she raised a hand to him to take. “i was somewhat surprise to see your bid -- though, it is for a good cause --- did you toss a coin between me and my sisters?.” she queried, a tilt of her head, a smile gracing her lips.

The bids had been announced, and the name in which captured her own was unfamiliar. The dark, broodish man who stood before her, she was intrigued to know who he was, and his motives and intentions. Once bids had ceased, she prepared her blanket, placing it strategically under a tree to gain some shade. In her basket, was well presented delicacies, including chocolate covered strawberries, breakfast pastries such as croissants, and some cold fresh lemonade

She pressed out the creases in her dress, waiting crossed kneed on the blanket, fingers fumbling slightly in anticipation.

       she  was  not  used  to  the  attention ,  though  forbid  it  that  she  stands  in  the  way  of  art.  hands  fumble ,  unsure  what  to  do  with  them  as  she  sits  patiently ,  observing  him  closely.  she  is  intrigued  by  him ,  and  what  his  muse  would  be.  from  what  she  can  recall ,  artists  needed  a  muse  to  paint ,  an  inspiration -- she  was  intrigued  to  see  what  it  was.    she  should  be  used  to  it ,  having  had  a  fair  share  of  royal  portraits in  her  time ,  though  this  was  different ,  this  was  not  in  her  familiar  home ,  and  previous  ones  were  merely  royal  protocol. 

𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐲.

“thank you, and i hope the same for you. that you find what you are looking for,” she nodded, offering the brunette a gentle smile. the mere mention of the upcoming event caused evangeline some nervousness, imagining an uncomfortable evening sitting across someone with whom she did not share a single interest. as long as her parents were pleased, she supposed. “i have found that there is little more comforting than changes that are slight, barely noticeable.” she chuckled softly. “i am happy to hear that people have been kind. nothing is worse than a scowl.” evangeline paused upon hearing the question, considering the answer. she longed to find a love her parents shared, a love that could not be separated by oceans but, the idea of allowing someone into her life, inviting them to see all of the awful and uncomfortable parts she wished she could forget, was utterly terrifying. “i am,” she responded finally. “i do not know what to expect, my older siblings have given me some deeply unhelpful advice.” with a shake of her head, she chuckled. “it is likely that i would feel better about it all if i hadn’t asked them to begin with.”

miraydvmir​:

❝     then  it  is  a  pleasure  to  be  one  of  the  ones  to  welcome  you  to  the  ton,     ❞     anastasia  practically  beams  at  the  new  woman,     ❝     turkey,     goodness,     i  am  certainly  your  travels  were  kind  to  you  ?     ❞      having  been  apart  of  the  season  many  years  now,     she’d  managed  to  meet  an  awful  lot  of  travellers,     to  broaden  her  prospects  her  mother  would  once  say,     now  that  wasn’t  an  issue,     anastasia   had  always  been,     and  most  likely  always  will  be,     a  people  pleaser.     ❝     i  can  assure  as  overwhelming  as  it  appears,     most  of  the  people  are  kind  and  would  welcome  you,     i  could  introduce  you,     if  you  like  ?     ❞

miraydvmir​:

❝ i come and go with the seasons. ❞ while she referred to the ton as her home, the young lady was very much to exuberant to ever stay in one place. ❝ my father often travels and i seem to follow, most of our time is spent in portugal, when we aren’t here of course. ❞

miraydvmir​:

was  she  new  to  london,     certainly  not.     she’d  lived  in  town  for  all  her  life,     she’d  grown  up  here  and  truly  had  no  desire  to  leave,     it  was  her  home.     ❝     good  heavens  no,     i’ve  been  here  all  my  life.     i  take  it  you’ve  travelled  a  fair  bit  ?     ❞

miraydvmir​:

Evangeline returned the smile and shook her head in response. “Not to London, no, your highness, but it is my first season.” Reluctantly, she gave into her curiosity and briefly glanced back at the guard the brunette had essentially dismissed. Merely seeing them there caused a mix of emotions to swell in her own mind. It would drive her absolutely mad if she could never have a moment alone. When their eyes met again, she offered the other a smile, deciding against asking the question that was on her mind. “Have you visited London before?”