#xueqin / intro , threads , character study , countenance
#gabrielle / intro , threads , character study , countenance
#parisima / intro , threads , character study , countenance
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hawi headed down the stairs toward the ballroom when she spotted another noblewoman. unlike hawi she had gotten a job as lady-in-waiting. “gabrielle,” she greeted with a soft smile and nod of her head. “you look beautiful,” she added.
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lingering around the vicinity like the wraithlike creature she is , always never too far from anastasia in case the princess needs something . there are perks in working for your best friend , gabrielle supposes as she idly takes a drink . the duchess couldn’t remember the last wedding she’d been to . while france and persia will eventually be united by matrimony themselves , this one has nothing to do with france directly . so , her attention towards the festivities is quickly lost — there’s more important things to think about . though as she hears someone call her name , there’s a moment she glances from anastasia to acknowledge the other with a nod of her own . “ and you as well . ” she responds in kind . if she seems distracted , gabrielle knows she can blame it on wanting to ensure anastasia stays safe . lavish events such as this usually stir up feelings within her . it’s nothing particularly positive , but the emotions are hers and hers alone to digest . maybe she can blame her mother once more , for old times sake . “ are you enjoying yourself ? ” she decides to ask . “ if i remember correctly ... persia is already an ally of your kingdom , yes ? ”
kian hadn’t expected a wedding to happen so soon - he hoped his brother was happy for the wedding. he knew the importance of the weddings, but, if he was honest, he didn’t want to marry anyone if it meant marrying a woman. let alone a woman he would never build feelings for.
kian also wasn’t having the best fun being a part of the attention - given he was family to the surprise groom. he hid mostly in the back (when he wasn’t being pulled to socialize). he sat down with his journal, sketching out his brother and his new wife. kian hardly noticed the person walking up to him.
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as much as xueqin loves parties of any kind , this one is different . he doesn’t know what to make of his sister’s wedding when his own hasn’t happened yet . how come jinhai didn’t tell him ? briefly , it makes him wonder what his brother’s thinking beyond what they discuss in the privacy of their apartment . if xueqin is being honest with himself , it stings to be left in the dark like that . but , he tries to not think about it , not wanting to spoil the mood everyone seems to be desperately trying to keep up . besides , he’s sure jinhai has his reasons . once he’s done speaking to his sister and his new brother-in-law , he scopes out the room . dark hues land on a figure sitting in the back , journal in hand . recognizing him as one of the shahzada of persia , xueqin decides to join him . after all , the youngest imperial prince recently befriended parisima during their time at the summit , and now their older siblings were married . why wouldn’t he go over ? “ what are you drawing ? ” he asks the other curiously .
things were going according to plan. that’s all jinhai could ask for at this point– if his siblings were gone, he would have a lot less suspicion in his court. at least, he hoped— that was the idea. there were many plans he wanted to come to fruition, but he needed to have patience. he tried to think of houzhao, tried to muster up the courage and patience he always had. it was difficult when that went against everything he ever went against. if houzhao was fight, jinhai was flight. the emperor approached someone that looked of importance with an easy smile and a glass of.. whatever was set out. “i do hope you’re enjoying yourself. i’d hate for this wedding to be anything less than satisfactory for all attendees.”
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in a moment of rest at her seat , parisima takes to watching the crowd . as festivities go on , tension slowly leaves her body . still , there’s a nagging in her mind that she’s next . sima always knew it would happen one day , but with the marriage of her older brother now , it seems more real . when she hears someone address her , she quickly breaks from her thoughts and shifts her gaze from the guests to the speaker . there’s a pause from the shahzada , letting the other’s words linger briefly . “ of course . you don’t need to worry about whether i’m enjoying myself or not . ” she reassures with a smile . although they don’t know each other , he’s her brother-in-law now ... or at the least , he’s her brother’s brother-in-law . xueqin has nothing but love and kindness towards the emperor , it doesn’t take a genius to see it , though parisima doesn’t know what to make of him just yet . genuinely good people don’t have rumors of them killing their own family floating around . and , maybe , she believes her new friend might simply be biased . “ you must be sad to see your sister leave ... ” parisima continues , offering him a seat at the otherwise empty table . regardless if she’s unsure about how she feels , she’s not going to be rude . especially not at such an important event . “ i know i was , when my own sister moved away after she got married . ”
bon-hwa was surprised by the wedding - xueqin hadn’t told him about it. as far as bon-hwa knew, it was only xueqin that was betrothed. still, he followed his siblings to the wedding and was polite as usual. he had always liked the ming family but honestly hadn’t talked to the persian family much. he assumed they were alright people?
he stood with his drink, looking around the room before he spotted someone standing alone. he walked over and gave a bow of a greeting. “hello, how are you enjoying the festivities?”
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“ i feel as if i should be the one asking you that . ” parisima admits with a soft chuckle , slightly swirling the wine inside her chalice . “ for a ceremony that not even the families were initially aware of , they certainly have done well . ” she finds it strange how it was kept hidden . as much as she trusts her father , not even she can deny it . what was the reason ? though , parisima supposes she should be a little more grateful it isn’t her own wedding yet — she’s been engaged far longer than her siblings . “ how are you enjoying them ? ” she asks in return . “ you can be honest , it won’t hurt my feelings . ”
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For security reasons, it was important to know who belonged in the castle and who didn’t, which meant that if your job was to be on the lookout for anyone who didn’t belong, your task was nearly impossible with the way the population inside Switzerland’s castle had boomed with the arrival of so many royals and their staff. Vicente’s job was to keep the queen safe and guard her from threats and he tended to default to the idea that anyone was a threat if they came too close, so he didn’t need to know, but he still thought he recognized the young woman in front of him. Royalty, but… not called a princess, something else. And she was engaged, if he recalled correctly. “Might we expect your happy day to be shared with us as well, your highness?” He had no idea if that was the correct title for her station, but he tried. @siilkspun·
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there’s something about the abruptness of her brother’s surprise wedding that makes her tense , but parisima knows better than to show it . instead she’s all smiles , joyful laughter , and congratulatory to her brother and new sister-in-law , even if she knows it’s likely not an idea situation for the two of them . at least she and matthieu have been betrothed for a long time , regardless if they haven’t spoken very much outside of letters . “ i suppose it is possible , ” she answers kindly . she knows it could be worse , however it’s still odd to think about . “ if my father allowed my brother’s wedding to take place on swiss territory , then i don’t see why mine would be different — i can only hope it isn’t sprung upon everyone without more notice , though . ”
the ethiopian noblewoman enjoyed the palace - it was so far from home but she hadn’t minded too much. she was honestly excited to be included in everything. she roamed around the garden, looking at the flowers that didn’t grow back home. “hello,” the woman greeted, noticing she wasn’t in the garden alone. “lovely day, yes?”
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following her older sister’s marriage into ethiopian royalty , parisima made sure to learn about the kingdom — including their nobility . her independent studies were far from extensive , but they were enough so she’d not make a fool of herself . and that’s the main thing that matters , for her sister’s sake and her own . “ it is , ” the shahzada agrees softly . “ the swiss gardens have become my favorite place in the time we’ve spent here . something about them is so ... peaceful . ” there’s a pang in her chest as she remembers the lush gardens of the empire . what was lost in her homeland could regrow , hopefully , with the right determination given . though parisima knows she likely won’t be around to see the process of it . “ what about you ? is anything in particular catching your attention ? ”
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location the Swiss courtyard
Since childhood, Matthieu had been taught to keep up with his battle skills, including sword work as well as hand-to-hand combat. Since arriving in Switzerland, however, he had admittedly allowed his training regimen, generally one he stuck to religiously, to flounder a bit. Having awakened early this particular morning, the Dauphin collected his sword and made his way to the Swiss courtyard, stretching slightly before beginning to run through his practice list, honing his technique. From the corner of his eye, his attention was drawn to a flurry of movement, and he turned quickly, lowering his sword. “Good morning to you.” He greeted. “Are you simply taking a stroll, or do you seek something- or someone- in particular? I cannot say I have seen another recently, though admittedly I was not looking.”
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after the horrors of plague and confinement , switzerland’s summit is a wonderful change for the shahzada ; as much as she enjoys writing letters , being able to adorn her correspondence with pressed flowers and light spritzes of perfume , there’s nothing like the experience of being face-to-face with another . usually parisima spends her free time in the swiss gardens , falling back into previous habits of finding a tree and claiming it as her reading spot . but today , this morning , is different . both nervousness and excitement washes over her as she strides around the palace grounds , courtyard to courtyard in search of her betrothed . she figures there’s no better time than during the summit to see him . it doesn’t take as long as she imagined it would — he appears to be training . if she knew that’s what he was doing , perhaps she would’ve chosen a different time to look for him . “ i didn't mean to interrupt . ” parisima admits with a bashful smile . however , his question catches her off guard . “ i ... no . i’m not out here for someone else . i was hoping to find you , actually . that is , if you don’t mind taking a break for awhile ? ”
blonde hair is bright against the black satin of her dress as she moves through the palace halls , not dissimilarly to a wraith’s haunting . a rarity to see her alone and not shadowing anastasia , gabrielle never quite knew what to do in these moments . as more time is spent in switzerland , the summit clearly not ending soon , the duchess took it upon herself to better study other royal and noble families attending . none of them particularly stood out to her , save for one : the polish royals . however , they pique her personal interest and not necessarily the interest of france . perhaps that’s why she unintentionally ( was it unintentional ? ) found herself in the same courtyard as poland’s crown prince this afternoon . “ your highness . ” gabrielle greets them , curtsying as she does , the movement causing her to once again become self-aware of the daggers hidden on her person . “ how has the summit been treating you so far ? ” she figures it’s a normal enough question to ask , easily dismissable as polite small talk , though the memory of them arriving late comes to mind . she wonders why it was , really — surely the king and queen of switzerland were not stupid enough to purposely exclude poland , irregardless of any ill sentiments harbored . it would look bad on them as the ones proposing this request to begin with .
while the apartments given to accommodate them at the summit are nice , he misses the forbidden palace . “ daiyu ! ” xueqin calls in a sing-song voice , laughing slightly ; he’s relaxed and exuberant as ever as he walks into the room . as one of their best guards — maybe she is the best , at least in xueqin’s opinion , though he could easily be biased from the fact he has fun attempting to get her in a less serious mood — it’s unsurprising daiyu’s here . he’s unsure which of his siblings she was in here with , but it makes no difference to him . in the most loving way possible , he’s going to be her problem now . “ have you found anything entertaining to do here yet ? ” although he has a feeling the answer isn’t going to be an enthusiastic ‘ yes ’ , it doesn’t stop him from asking . taking a seat adjacent from her , xueqin’s smile grows . “ and before you say anything , i know this isn’t a vacation . but , it’s the first time we’ve been anywhere in five years , we should take advantage of that — including you . ”
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“ are you sure you’re alright ? ” her question comes as no surprise . “ i’m not saying i don’t believe you , but ... i worry about you , max . ” maria gently reaches out to squeeze his hand reassuringly . “ no matter how busy i am , ” no matter how much of her own grief she swims in , “ i will always be here for you . i hope you know that . ”
the least she can do is go visit them . they’re still cousins too , despite auggie previously being closer to martín and her being closer to max , and that means something . she struggles to think of what to say ; how does she say ‘ sorry for your loss ’ when it’s her loss the most — barring her own siblings and sister-in-law . regardless , she can’t keep avoiding auggie the entire time at the summit just because she doesn’t know how to approach the topic . gently knocking at the apartment door , half hoping it’s the right door and humorlessly half hoping it isn’t , maria braces herself for ... she’s not entirely sure what . she doesn’t know auggie like her late brother did . and with whatever happened between them and max , then whispers among staff that her uncle had to call for a physician , on second thought maybe she shouldn’t — as she begins to doubt , the door eventually opens . maria immediately straightens her posture . a reflex to make herself appear more confident in the situation . “ i came to check up on you . ” though bluntly put , it isn’t a lie .
“ good afternoon , lavinia . ” the spanish queen greets the familiar handmaiden with a polite smile . though the two are not particularly close , maria can give a name to a face thanks to her family in england . “ have you adjusted to switzerland yet ? or are you amongst those that wish for the summit to end already ? ”
closed starter ( @siilkspun·) for any muse
location the Swiss ballroom
Amelie couldn’t remember the last time she had traveled this far from home, and since the announcement of the impending summit, her nerves had been further than on edge. Still finding herself attempting to fully close the wound her former lover had left in the wake of his passing, as well as having been near constantly locked away during the remainder of the plague, the social skills which the Princess had always relied so heavily on had deteriorated exponentially. In addition, her father’s death still rang in her ears, the knowledge that he had been intentionally poisoned often leaving her throat feeling restricted. The worry had become so loud within her ears, she’d decided she must do something to free herself. So, she’d set out, her paints bag swung over her shoulder as she made her way through the palace. Landing in the ballroom, Amelie was seeking a place to set up when she head the sound of footsteps entering the room. “Hello.” She greeted with a nod. “Please, do not mind me. I was simply seeking a place to paint.”
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“ what are you going to paint ? if you don’t mind me asking . ” she didn’t want to overstep somehow , but she couldn’t hold her curiosity . ever since she was little , art had a special place in maria’s heart . whenever she sees another who shares a fondness for the activity , the smile on her face grows . especially after becoming queen and there’s hardly time to paint anymore , so in a way she lives vicariously through them . “ would it be all right if i stayed to watch ? i’ve always been fascinated by the process of other painters — promise i’ll be quiet . ” the last part is more joking than anything , but she means it . she knows how important silence is to concentrate .
announcing parisima sharifi , the shahzada of persia ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble maddison jaizani . 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 a spritz of floral perfume on a poem ; the act of peeling a tangerine for a loved one ; impish giggles and coy smiles ; godhood is just like girlhood , a begging to be believed .
pinterest / death and illness tw .
name. parisima nazanin sharifi ( meaning ‘ fairy face ’ & ‘ sweetheart ’ )
nickname. sima ( meaning ‘ treasure ’ )
title. shahzada of persia
age. twenty-seven
birthdate. march 20th ( pisces sun / taurus moon / sagittarius rising )
gender & pronouns. cis woman , she / her
orientation. bisexual / biromantic , male lean
relationship status. betrothed
the third child of the safavid dynasty and the second daughter , born the day before nowruz . although your birth mother was a concubine , you were always loved and acknowledged by your father . as you aged , you were given an abundance of lessons on etiquette , language , and literature — the scholars who taught you knew exactly how to challenge and nurture your talents . although when you weren’t being studious , you were often found outside of the palace , playing harmless pranks and jokes . you were happy , so happy that when you smiled your cheeks hurt from how frequently you did it . you adored the feeling of freedom in nature even if it was only until you were called back inside after it got too late .
for as long as you could remember , you’ve been betrothed to the dauphin of france . it was initially for political purposes and you knew better than to get your hopes up for more , but it didn’t stop you from wishing . love poems hastily scribbled in the margins of your books before you could forget the daydream that gave you inspiration . while you had trust in your father’s decision , you didn’t want to be in a loveless marriage . because of the arrangement between kingdoms , you were given special lessons to prepare you for your future role as a queen . you never once complained about it . if anything , you found it exciting to learn about a different culture . though knowing you would one day leave your home was a bittersweet feeling , you decided to look at it like a new chapter of a book .
delicate and graceful were two words to describe you . coquettish was another . nothing other than benign flirtations happened between you and those in the persian court . you were promised to another , and you wanted to honor it , but you grew bored some days . most of it was down to your more playful demeanor ( something you knew your foreign tudors looked down upon , even if they never said it ) ; light amusement that meant little in the grand scheme of things . your established engagement wasn’t a secret by any means — you remember eavesdropping once on your father and an angry nobleman from the empire . you couldn’t decipher much , but it was apparent the topic had been why he chose another foreign prince over the son of someone in his court . it wasn’t the first time you’d been treated like a prized possession , perhaps you should have been more upset about it . was there something wrong with you ? you took pride in being sought after .
when the plague struck and everything decayed right before your eyes , you lost the last scrap of freedom you could have in this situation . your father locked away the entire family , and while a palace wasn’t a harsh place to spend your years , a gilded cage was still a cage . all you had was your family and whichever staff members were stuck alongside you . at the very least , you could exchange letters with the outside world — however what already took time , took even longer with the plague raging on . some days it was impossible to reach anyone else . you struggled not being able to roam in the fields and stroll through the gardens . to not be able to sit beneath your favorite tree , reading poetry and eating freshly picked fruits after a long day of studies .
you don’t know how it happened . somehow your youngest brother , kazem , caught the plague . you and your siblings were supposed to be safe . how could it happen when such extreme precautions were taken to protect you all ? you finally understood why your father did what he did . watching the crops die was one thing , watching your youngest brother die was something completely different .
with the plague finally done and the arrival of switzerland’s summit , you’re released from the palace once again . you love your family , you love the palace you grew up in , but five years of confinement and the death of kazem suffocating you ? you didn’t love that . switzerland is a breath of fresh air to you and you hope everyone can put aside their differences to work together .
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announcing gabrielle victoire de la trémoïlle , the noblewoman / lady-in-waiting from france ! upon closer look , they resemble lucy fry . 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 looking like the innocent flower , but being the serpent under it ; a garter belt carrying twin daggers at all times ; roses woven into intricate hairstyles ; a pearl necklace tight around your neck .
pinterest / death and slight abuse tw .
name. gabrielle victoire de la trémoïlle ( meaning ‘ god is my strength ’ & ‘ victory ’ )
nickname. gabi , elle ( by her mother )
title. duchess of thouars , more tba ( basically anything her father held is hers now )
age. twenty-eight
birthdate. november 17th ( scorpio sun / capricorn moon / aries rising )
gender & pronouns. cis woman , she / her
orientation. bisexual / biromantic
relationship status. unwed
although not of royal birth , your family was as close to it as you can get without actually being it . your father — vincens ii de la trémoïlle — was the duke of thouars and held rank of prince étranger at the french royal court . he’d been particularly close to the king of france since their own youth . because of your family’s proximity , you and your siblings were raised alongside the french royal family , though you personally spent most of your childhood shadowing princess anastasia , who fastly became your best friend .
unlike many others , you never looked upon her with envy . instead , you knew from a young age you would do anything to protect her .
you were the first child your parents had . your brother léopold was three years younger than you , the twins cyrille and charlotte were five years younger than you , and little sylviane was eight years younger than you . you loved them , you did , but you struggled showing it in a traditional way . love translated as a type of violence in your mind : not against them , in defense of them . you’d sooner snarl and become bloodied to protect them , than outright say you loved them . actions were louder than words , you thought .
( how unbecoming of you to be so open in your ruthlessness , your mother would chide as she brushed her fingers through your messy hair — you didn’t understand what she meant at the time , all you thought about was how she deliberately pulled at any knots . )
henriette de la trémoïlle , born house of montmorency , another of the oldest and most distinguished noble families in france — your mother — sent you to a boarding school for girls when you were ten . you loathed the idea for many reasons , but most importantly : how could you be apart from your best friend for so long ? it was insufferable .
still , you went away and learned many things , some less pleasant than others . you hardly had days off unless there was an occasion special enough to warrant it .
your first surprise wasn’t the intricacies of sewing , rather the underground lessons of the school : you learned how to properly attack and protect , to make use of the shadows . to kill . it was assassin training for young girls . you studied not only how to become a dutiful future wife , but a cutthroat combatant . you could not hesitate , your blade was an extension of you . the school’s headmistress , madame de deniau , was not a particularly kind or warm woman , but she guided you and your peers well . you quickly became top of your class , the head girl for that year .
your second surprise was an introduction to objects of the occult by another teacher of yours . pamphlets , talismans , amulets and other things that pertained to whispers of witchcraft , the history behind them fascinated you . you weren’t certain if you believed in it , though it was fun to learn about . you wondered if your mother knew the true nature of the boarding school . she must have , right ? you could have sworn you overheard madame de deniau speak fondly of her once . you blamed it on sleep deprivation at the time , unwilling to believe your headmistress could ever think fondly of anyone . you thought back to what your mother would say as she brushed your hair . it was beginning to make sense .
it took six years until your release ( graduation ) from your prison ( boarding school ) . you were sixteen and finally able to go home , though it was slightly disorienting . you worried that you might have changed too much , that everyone else might have changed too much . six years is a long wait , after all . to your relief , it wasn’t as difficult to readjust as you feared . you took a place as one of anastasia’s ladies-in-waiting , just as you were intended to . you understood , however , your role was not like the rest . you were to protect her in a different manner . and you would do so fiercely . her wellbeing was what mattered to you . she was still your best friend even after all this time .
bouncy blonde curls and the smell of fresh flowers , family pearls adorning your neck whenever you had the chance . a bloodstained rose is still a rose . you were officially made the duchess of thouars at the age of nineteen after your father had passed . none of your siblings challenged your claims , and you found you preferred that . it made life a little easier for you all . you would’ve hated having to go against your loved ones , really .
you were twenty-three when the plague began . you experienced much by that point , though nothing prepared you . all you could do was pray and hope no one close to you fell to it . you hated not being able to do anything except wait . you wanted to take action , but what could you have done realistically ?
the summit in switzerland could be seen as a new beginning . it could also , equally , be more trouble . as of right now , you wanted to believe working together with other kingdoms would be beneficial . only time will tell ...
a rare moment of peace found the italian queen removing herself from the passageways and various rooms within the palace to the gardens. the apothecary within her couldn’t help but appreciate the various flowers; some of which she could use in various ointments and broths back home. bending down, olympia lowered her head to smell the flowers, refusing to pluck one and ruin the garden. hearing noises coming from behind her, she straightened up to look towards the source from over the top of her shoulder, silently analysing the individual, “ a flora appreciator or are you seeking solitary from the festivities within ? “
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running through the gardens with his soon-to-be nephew isn’t how xueqin expected his day to go , but he’s not complaining . it means the king decided he’s worthy enough of trusting , that he’s slowly being welcomed into the family as the summit goes on . and really , isn’t that what he’s wanted since his betrothal was announced ? to be accepted , one way or another ? the longer the two play , the more dirt stains the silk of xueqin’s tunic — though , it’s worth seeing the triumphant grin on andrin’s face when he finds him crouched down within the hedges . while xueqin has an obvious unfair advantage with height over the young crown prince , he pretends to be clueless . small bursts of childlike laughter can be poorly muffled by a hand and he’ll still play dumb for a period of time . but as he moves to finally tag andrin in their little game of hide and seek , he’s caught off guard by another . xueqin blinks quietly for a minute , processing the question .
“ huh ? oh , uh ... ” his words trail off as his gaze flickers between her and where he knows andrin is . he must look a mess — long dark hair out of place from chasing a five-year-old around , slightly dirtied clothes . if he were anyone else , maybe he would feel embarrassed by the state he’s in . however , xueqin being xueqin , doesn’t . instead , he simply clears his throat and finally gives an answer . “ i’m playing hide and seek with my nephew . ” his nephew , he says . because what else does he call the child ? perhaps his title , though that feels far too formal for this situation . “ but ... i do enjoy the flowers , in any case . they’re unlike the ones back in my homeland . ” as he speaks , he politely bows to her and finishes what he started : carefully plucking andrin from his hiding spot .
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