* 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃 to see Narisa speaking French, especially because she knows how much she detests France, especially right now. Knowing her, she is trying to make a point to Martina. ❛ He is YOUR family too because you are married to my brother. Unless you plan to divorce Eli and leave us behind and go back to Thailand as you always say. Whether you like it or not, he is your brother-in-law.❜ She spits back her words. Why is so hard for her to understand she just wanted Laurie?! In addition, she was willing to handle everything that was about to come, she knew the aftermath would be hard. France wasn’t exactly the way her fiance described, but she wanted to embrace the country (regardless of its looks) if this will be her new home for a long time. Besides, you can’t judge a book by its cover. It may look bad now but who knows, there is a solution to the problems of the current situation?! ❛ I told you I millionth or trillionth of times I said it in the heat of the moment, I didn’t MEAN it, for mean it. It’s not my fault if you use your selective ears to ignore my apologies. I did my part. You did yours, which is ignoring me. So, don’t act like I haven’t done anything to make me feel bad.❜ She reasoning her. Upon her next words, she was surprised that she was grateful for her actions. The Italian princess had to hold her eye-rolls at the way she refers to her fiancé. ❛ Which was the best reward ever. ❜ She added quickly. ❛ A marriage that CLEARLY does not have a future. You may underestimate me now, like you always did but deep down you know I will prove I was right. And perhaps, the next time we shall have a conversation from a queen to a queen.❜ Once more those words escaped from her mouth that is often used as a threat, but this time was a promise. In her head, the Italian queen will be relieved not to have her around. The marriage in question she referred to was the Dutch prince (the one that clearly wouldn’t work).

It was the very first time Martina sees Narisa having another reaction, other than her icy stare and stoic reaction. She was shocked that she admitted she was jealous. She hated when she points as if she didn’t care about her Italy. Just because she doesn’t know how to show her love of Italy, like Eli doesn’t mean she doesn’t love her country, oh well, now her words get into her heart. Martina was having an existential crisis, what is it this ‘love’ for Italy? She doesn’t feel like full Italian, like the rest of her brothers, but also she knew she won’t be French enough for these people. This is the part that scares hers. ❛ I didn’t betray Italy. ❜ She had to defend herself. Grey-bluish hues locked into her brown one, noticing the avoidance of eye contact. Martina still wanted her ring and she hated how much Narisa acted like she wasn’t aware of what she was doing. ❛ I am NOT threatening. ❜ She explained. ❛ I was trying to make you put yourself in my place. Have a little empathy. Well then, I guess I am wasting your and mine time. ❜ She was about to leave, but her words made her stop to move further, turning to her once more. ❛ That’s a lie! You took everything from me, the only thing you couldn’t take from me the more you tried is love. I accepted you as a family member, I admired you. I liked to learn more about you, your family, and your life in Thailand. Even your religion.❜  The Italian blonde only knew the basics, everything Narisa was willing to share without judging her. ❛ I even learned Thai poetry like 'เชี่ยเอ้ย’’ (shit)  ❜ The blonde recites the title of the poem. (Martina thought it was a poem, but actually was bad words). The princess looked down for a bit, before glancing up at the swans on the lake. She was about to leave again, getting frustrated with never knowing how to approach the queen or having the 'bond’ like a family. The advice caught her off guard. ❛ I’m not Italian, I’m not French. I don’t know who am I anymore. ❜ She starts. Her next words are very unexpected. Martina intends to have a full conversation with her mother later. Upon her warning, the Italian blonde decided to postpone it. She wanted to ask about the guards, that she is taking them with her. But better to wait when they get to Portugal. ❛Ahh, well… I read a book very interesting. I thought you may like it. I’ll put on your carriage. ❜ White little lies, wouldn’t hurt anyone. It wasn’t that she is lying… She was omitting facts.

“ oh please, soon you’ll find yourself saying the same and missing your home will suddenly be used as a weapon against you .” as much as arguing with martina had become an unfortunate habit , the frustration always robbed her off her ability to think straight . only a second ago, she’d been enjoying her novel, her eyes stuck on the pages of cheesy lines instead of acknowledging that she’d been right and that that realization barely gave her any satisfaction as they were now stuck with a country which might leech off them very soon . “ why should he be ? the only thing he did was taking you away from -” her . he did take her away from her and somehow turned them against each other . “ your country and not even offering you a better one . france will be in shambles soon and your short-lived love will not fix it . ”  she didn’t trust the dauphin and if she wasn’t too occupied caring about what their alliance with france meant she’d have found herself worrying about martina instead , thrown into a country that did not even granted her the mercy to adjust to it . “ do you think an apology would fix it ? what will you do if you commit a mistake as france’s queen ? apologize to the people or sing them a serenade . perhaps i should try it as well and maybe italy will be blessed with golden rain .” she sighed , disguising her advice as a scolding . after that conversation, she probably won’t see her again.  at least she’d try not to . soon, martina will forget her and their quarrels and eventually their good memories will be overshadowed by their last conversation. perhaps , they’ll see eye to eye with each other soon , both sharing the same title but that would be it. 

“Of course it matters, you are a Queen you cannot risk becoming ill.” Mila said softly before smiling. She could not help but lean into the tender touch her little sister offered her and she closed her eyes for a moment. The touch was so foreign to what she was used to when she was ill. She was more often the carer that even when she fell ill she would have to deal with it herself.

“I’m fine, I’ll be fine. Are the children okay? Do you need me to come out?”

" 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 . 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 , 𝒊𝒇 𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 "

( abigail cowen , cis-female , she/her , 24 ) ** ♔ announcing AMELIE HABSBURG ,  THE PRINCESS OF AUSTRIA  ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble ABIGAIL COWEN . it is a miracle that SHE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are FOR the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of LEAVING BEHIND A TOKEN OF ILL WILL, THE BITTER TASTE OF REVENGE, ALWAYS A FEW STEPS AHEAD AS THOUGH BEING CHASED BY GHOSTS.  

broken alliances and betrothals weren’t something a queen of a struggling nation should get used to , particularly at times when one so desparately needed them . perhaps, if she still wasn’t so dreadfully exhausted from the trip, she’d have taken it less personal , attempting to conceal her anger about the situation with her usual unwavering facade . instead , she found herself complaining like a child, seemingly unaware that not everything was meant to serve oneself . still, it was irisia she was talking to and despite her belief that it was only her state that fed her irrationality , she felt at ease around her longtime friend . so much that she didn’t mind blaming her husband for that unfortunate outcome of events . “ tell me , why did you marry that man again ? it certainly cannot be because of his brilliant mind or competence . ”

“ tell me , what am i supposed to wear to that ‘wedding’ of yours ? ” she asked, delight wrapping her words as if she had been told a joke only she was aware of . amelie had always considered her sister to be adorable, so much so amelie didn’t mind antonia talking about that so called wedding . perhaps she was just dealing with their loss in a different manner and she wouldn’t interfere with that funny stage play of hers if it heloed antonia to process her grief . “ petra told me i can’t wear black but if i play the role of the pastor would you allow me to do that ? ”