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·fuck, ambrose. it was the only thing charlie could think at the moment. he didn’t want to be known by everyone — hence the whispering. charles didn’t care for anyone’s husband new mistress, as he was sure any men would have one, one day. but the desperation of the said woman was what draw him to the circle of people, charlie finding it rather funny. but also quite pitiful, reminding him of the situation of his own sister. charlie was sure lady alice, now queen dowager, had been a mistress of the king while he was married to madge.  “ greetings, everyone. ” charlie gave them an awkward smile, following the example of ambrose and sitting alongside his friend on the arm of the lavender chaise. 

“ look if this is not the honourable ambrose trembly ! the honour is all mine, my friend. ” charlie’s awkward smile became a knowing smirk, only displayed on the presence of the other nobleman. however, as charlie noticed the glass of wine and the smell of alcohol that came from his friend, his smirk was replaced by a concerned expression. “ how much did you drink, you ignorant fool ? ” charlie whispered, his tone a mix of worry and fondness. 

he watched his friend walk in with questioning eyes. it had been a little while since he last saw charlie in person. he missed him. shifting on the chaise, ambrose turned towards his friend and placed a small smile on his wine-stained lips. “charmed,” he murmured, tilting his head to the side. his eyes glanced to his friend’s eyes, down his body, then back to his face. at the question, ambrose smirked and leaned close. “oh just enough to make things interesting,” he hummed. 

Fact. Beatrice didn’t really belong in functions like this. She felt out of place and looked out of place. Fact. Beatrice didn’t really liked functions like this, and oftentimes would hide in a corner with a good book or a kin who suffered under the same unfortunate stars as she.

But fact was that this time, Beatrice couldn’t really escape the function. She had to make an appearance as a Langham. She had to make small talks and offer up her smiles to those who might have received it.

The very thought of it made her feel queasy around her stomach, as if she was made out of ribbons and they all just decided to tie themselves up into a knot, pulling tighter and tighter with every given second. She counted to three, and stepped out from behind the pillar. Counted to three again, then retracted her steps back as she returned to her very conspicuous hiding spot. After all, she had been wearing quite a vibrant gown and the Langham’s fiery red hair could be spotted from miles away. ‘Oh maybe in a minute I’ll have gathered enough courage.’      (  ♡ ;     @ofcynosures·  /  @ofopulences  )

ambrose was always a fan of social gatherings. if there was any possibility of drama, then he was of course, going to be there. bonus points if there was some kind of wine or ale available. his eyes scanned the room, admiring beautiful people of all walks of life. there he was again, thinking with his groin instead of his brain. he brought his wine to his lips and took a hearty sip, sighing when he pulled the glass away from his red-stained lips. with one more passing glance around the room, ambrose noticed a shy figure step behind a column. intrigued, he went to investigate. he peered around the column. “hiding from someone are we?” 

OPEN STARTER. 

it was strange to be back at a court where his sister wasn’t the queen. since her exiled, charles never dared to put his feet there again. not out of fear — screw that bastard old king, he was a coward — but out of anger. he couldn’t deny that he missed it; the family state wasn’t full of artists and had the watchful eye of his mother. charlie missed the freedom he had between the royal castle walls, the brother of the queen could do anything that he wanted without much judgement. he still could, but he was just the son of a baron now. the prestige of being related to the tudors was something that he used to cherished, but if that meant his sister’s suffering, he was better without it. 

the court didn’t change since charlie put his feet there for the first time. the air seemed lighter — since women could do anything they wanted without the threat of beheading hovering over them — but it was still the same place of his memories. smiling, he approached a large group of whispering people to see what was happening. “ i can not believe she is going to do that. ” he whispered in true disbelief, an outraged expression adorning his face. 

it was all that he could do to not fall asleep as lady jane abernathy droned on and on about her husband’s new mistress. ambrose was so tired of hearing the woman blubber on, that he retired he’s place in the gossiping circle in favor for a lavender chaise that was calling his name. ambrose laid across it dramatically, using one of his arms to cover up the sunlight peeking through the windows. “as exciting as this, can we not talk about something else? we have all known this dreadful secret for many months now,” he complained, a glass of wine hanging very loosely in his other hand. “maybe you should confront him- or her- someone,” ambrose suggested, his smile turning into a smirk at the thought of some mischief. 

however at the sound of the newcomers voice, he lifted his head to get a better look. it was none other than his dear friend charlie. “well, ladies and gentlemen i do believe we are in the presence of sir tinley. what an honor,” ambrose murmured, before taking another sip of his drink. 

[timothee chalamet, 25, cis male, he/him] ambrose trembly, the honorable ambrose trembly has come to court. they are known for being selfish, lazy, and dramatic but their chambers are reminiscent of sweet perfumes, wrinkled sleeves, and dark hair that falls in his face [h, she/her, pst, 22, pst]