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location :: NOTRE-DAME DE PARIS, INT. date :: FEBRUARY, 1459 status :: closed for @shahmehdiββ
the spiritual ambience of the cathedral was breathtaking; the grandieur of the structure paired with the earie light filtering through the stained glass windows gave the faithful and other visitors plenty enough reason to feel humbled within its walls. paris was a shining light in a dreary continent offering enlightment and beauty to all those that had flocked to honour the late king. it was impossible not to feel a sense of pride whenever one of the kingβs guests admitted the magnificence of the city.Β cΓ©cile was of aragon now, but she was of france first.
concluding her prayer, the princess crossed herself and rose from her knees. the royals and nobles were granted a seperate part of the nave away from the common folk for their prayers. but not all visitors wished to communicate with god. there were also those who despite believing in other gods had ventured within to admire and be educated on the landmarkβs history.
her attention was drawn to a face she had not seen among the royals in lisbon or in florence. his status as a nobleman wasΒ indisputable considering his look and the fact he was allowed access in that part of the cathedral. with her interest piqued, mostly regarding his identity, cΓ©cile walked in his direction β his guard rushing to put himself between them and her own guard rigid at her side tense at the proximity. β could i offer some assistance, my lord ??Β β her voice loud enough to attract the noblemanβs attention but to not disturb the other attendees.Β β i couldnβt help but notice you donβt have a guide with you. i couldnβt in good conscience let you go on without one. β she added bowing her head at him; a soft smile on her lips.











