The Rosamond.

The sounds of the guests was getting a little too much for him and it the sheer volume of eyes staring at him was starting to drive him to distraction. He stood and then gave a polite nod before he began to walk out of the hall with Theodore by his side to keep him company. He soon found himself in the fresh air and it was blissfully cool against his throat. He just felt bone-weary but he knew he had to endure this event if he wanted to be able to gain support for Jerusalem which was what he needed. Baldwin’s shoulder’s stiffened when he sensed someone other than Theo nearby. “I hope I am not disturbing you,” Baldwin spoke his voice soft. His pained expression was hidden behind the mask and for that he was thankful.

“I am Princess Rosamond of Adria.”

— Peneolpe Ward (Sins of Sevin)

Concept art for Beauty and the Beast 2012 | francois-baranger

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— F. Scott Fitzgerald, (via quotemadness)

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