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He assumed her disbelief probably stemmed more from her own insecurity than anything he’d done, but nevertheless, he made a mental note to try to prove her doubts about herself wrong. The two of them had clicked from the beginning somehow, and he really did enjoy her company. “It actually wasn’t myself that brought me here. In truth… I noticed you looked rather glum today, and I thought I’d see if I couldn’t take your mind off of whatever it is that has you down.” Alexander wanted to ask what was actually on her mind, but he didn’t want to pry. “Hmm… I’d prefer a meal to go. That way I can drink as much wine as I want without having to worry about my drunken antics making me look unprofessional in public,” he said with a chuckle as he followed her out. “We can grab a few dishes and wheel something back to my chambers, yes?”

there she was. the handmaiden he’d been speaking to just the previous morning. handmaiden was a loose term he would use for the woman. he’d heard the whispers of the castle, how she fought valiantly against the pirates who invaded the castle. despite his allegiance, admiration swirled as he looked at her. though, a woman who was perceived as a threat who didn’t originate from ironhaven was a pariah to their society. but ellion was no traditional man, instead, his respect for the woman grew immensely. he notices the lack of people around her, to which he frowns but keeps a keen eye on her. there’s a clatter that causes his head to look up, giving away his presence. 

ellion’s frown deepens before he decides to take the seat across her. “forgive me for intruding, my lady. i just wish to show my admiration for how bravely you fought in the previous morning.”

He looked up as she spoke and grinned when he caught the teasing look on her face. “Rumors about you and I would be a bit less damaging to our reputations than in the case of Rick and I, so… yes, honestly,” he answered, laughter bubbling up through his chest again. “Very well. More for me.” Alex raised his eyebrows in amusement and even a little surprise, his smile still firmly in place on his lips. “Is it really that hard to believe me when I say I enjoy your company?” He shook his head at her. He’d purposely stepped around her comment about there being plenty of women that would dine with him – she was probably right, but he’d grown very used to being alone by now, and if he was going to spend time with someone, he’d rather do it with someone he knew well and avoid all the useless small talk. “Ready to go?”

no longer did victorie care about her position, the truth of things had come out in the chaos that was the ambush. bodies taken down by her skilled hands, nothing more than small daggers or knives at her disposal. word of her actions spread quickly, a new reputation following the petite warrior. a wide birth around her, as if they were now too scared to enter into a certain arm’s length of the assassin. it brings a little smirk to her face, a pleased type of smile. they fear her, the common people fear and distrust her. something she wishes had happened from the beginning. but now, this might be a good thing. now she was able to fight, to openly protect her queen and princess without fear of her secret spilling to the masses. no longer does she have to pretend to be a handmaiden, no longer does the monster have to wear her sheep’s clothing. it makes her world all that more silent, and she’s overly pleased with that.

dining made silent, she sits alone in corners of the dining hall. they watch her out of the corner of their eyes, tense around her. she knows they no longer wish to be in the same room as her, as if she’ll strike out at any moment. it feels like freedom, to walk around now without the mask of deceit pulled over green eyes. she no longer had to bite back words and bow her head at a look in her direction, instead she pulled her head back and met their eyes with defiance and daring toughness. but it felt like a fraud, something gnawing at her insides. it felt the same as when she was a child, that cold pit in the middle of her chest. fear.  it had been too long since victorie wilde had felt any type of fear. this last attack proved that they were in a bad position, they were no longer in their kingdoms and behind safe walls. 

they had left their lands and come to a slaughter. and if it proved to be true, she would take them down with her before her last breath leaves her lungs and she would go down fighting to protect the crown and the blood in their veins. they might not be winning these battles, but they would win this war if it meant her life had to be snuffed to save the dracborough kingdom. they were nothing without their women, the sisters meant more to dracborough than anything inside the walls. 

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His leg was healing slowly, and it ached more than ever. He had split his stitches trying to work too soon, and had been refined to the infirmary for three more days before he left with a promise not to work again. He was stuck in the castle most days, wandering around with his cane and avoiding eye contact with anyone who had been at the joust. When passing Victorie in a hallway, he glanced slightly in her direction, his face hidden mostly by his unbrushed hair. At the sight of her glance to his leg, he muttered, “It’s nothing.”

❛ ── if they had a kid meme. 

name: hannah mireen.

gender: female.

general appearance: the softest features, she takes after reyna a lot. the gentle look in her eyes, the way her hair frames her face. she favors the softer side of herself, often with long hair in small accent braids and flowers like reyna. simple jewels on her fingers and in her ears, hannah doesn’t show her wealth or status in a flashy manner.

personality: she’s soft and sweet, but a mouth that gets her in trouble. often loves her books more than people, hannah doesn’t enjoy the parties or balls that she’s expected to attend. while she’s not aloof like victorie, she enjoys the same type of silence that vic does. in her younger years hannah was shy and quiet to the point of being mute but as her years have come and gone, her adult life has proved better for her and she’s become more friendly toward others. she can be found more and more in small company. she’s loyal to a fault to her name and family, trusting them above all else. she wants nothing more than her brother and mothers to be proud of her.

special talents: like her mother and brother, hannah is also immune to fire. 

who they like better: reyna. she often finds victorie hard to agree with, sometimes worried her mother’s upbringing will hurt their future. she’s not scared of her but finds it hard to be closer to victorie because of it, sometimes she listens to rumors about the former assassin and it puts rifts between the pair before victorie sits her down and demands to know what’s wrong.

who they take after more: reyna. though she seems almost like a perfect mix of the two, hannah’s osfter and kinder nature puts her more like reyna. 

personal headcanon: hannah and liam are twins, though liam is elder by a few minutes. she often gets annoyed with him when he uses it to prove his superiority over her. there has been a few fights stopped before they escalated. usually it’s just words but victorie and reyna have had to step in to separate the pair. the fights never last long, they’re too close to let it ruin their bond.

☂: Your muse walks in on my muse crying

☄: Our muses have a fight

☆: Our muses go on a date

☉: Our muses go to the beach

☀: Our muses have a picnic

☁: My muse is having a bad day

●: Our muses try to solve a mystery together

☮: My muse is angry, and yours is trying to calm them down

☼: Our muses go for a walk in the forest

☾: Our muses are stargazing together

♤: Your muse tells mine they hate them

♥: Your muse tells mine they love them

♻: Our muses have been angry at each other for a while, and yours tries to make up with them.

✿: My muse picks flowers for yours.

❄: My muse is sick, and yours is taking care of them.

!: My muse kisses yours.

∽: My muse punches yours

∼: Your muse punches mine

↺: Our muses get in a tickle fight.

♘: My muse buys yours a pet

His smile grew as she accepted the invitation, and he stepped through the threshold and into her room, the warm glow of the fire slightly illuminating the whole setting in a beautiful deep orange. Alexander glanced back at her and noticed the way she was looking at the wine. He couldn’t help but give her a cheeky grin and gestured to the bottle, saying, “This is one of my best. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” He turned away from her finally and walked absentmindedly toward the fire, eyes flickering around the familiar little details of her chambers. “I’ve grown tired of eating alone. And believe it or not, you happen to make good company.” Then he chuckled to himself and playfully added, “Not to mention, if I spend any more time with Rick, people are going to start spreading rumors.”

His eyes flickered up to meet hers as the door came open. Alexander offered her an amiable smile and held up the wine he’d brought along with him. “I’ve come to request your company for dinner. And since I brought this with me, I’m afraid turning me down would absolutely be too rude for me to accept,” he said playfully, although there was some measure of truth behind his words – he wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Besides, it wasn’t like she had to be anywhere… or at least, as far as he knew. He was blissfully unaware of the fact that he was stomping all over her nighttime plans.

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The previous night, on out of a meeting with Nathaniel, Lucius had overheard a very interesting conversation as he passed though the Dracborough corridor. It was Victorie, the handmaiden of princess Reyna speaking with her about Magnus, and she seemed to be rather disapproving of the relationship which seemed to be blossoming between him and Reyna. He had hung around the shadows, trying to listen to as much as he could, and he made a mental note to speak with Victorie if he got a chance. The next morning, he spotted her making her way across the opposite end of the corridor. “Pardon me.” He called out towards her. “Victorie is it not?” He asked, as he crossed the corridor towards her. “There is something I would like to talk to you about in private if you have a moment.” He said. 

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Alexander and Victorie had grown quite close over the last several years due to their proximity to Emeline. He still had no knowledge of her true reason for being there and thought she was very much the handmaiden she pretended to be, but other than that, he knew her almost as well as he knew Rick and the royal family by now. He’d discovered in her a confidant, and on top of that, good company, which was why he was now standing outside of her room, wine in one hand and the other raised to knock. Alex had noticed that she seemed a bit glum throughout the day – it was subtle, but after years by her side he could tell it was there – and he wanted to eat dinner with her in the hopes that he could help lift her from the mood in any way. 

she hasn’t expected company of any kind. usually by the time emeline has retired for the night, guards await in shifts outside her chambers along with reyna. night time ended to be the time in which victorie was meant to have alone- but reality meant she worked constantly and never truly had any time away from her duties. for appearance sake, she was retired to her room but soon the petite woman would be wandering halls silently in search of anything to aid the investigation for the recent attacks. the knock on her chamber doors threw that plan to smoke. 

pyros did not know why the queen kept such a useless girl on her payroll. the smirk that played at the corner of her mouth provides fuel the everburning fire in him and pyros finds himself  “ why do you apologize when you are clearly bent on mocking me !! “ 

“no, thank you.” the last thing he needed was an audience with foreign royalty. “and it’s not so much a concern as… a thought. a very pointless thought.” the sort he might blame on ale were he not completely sober. “who is the most scary woman in the castle, then?”

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