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             un !!   mordred is the first to initiate interaction between nimue and himself during their time in avalon. not because he has any particular interest in her as a person or in making friends, but because he’s been explicitly told that there’s this girl who he not only can’t talk to but can’t look at either. mordred no? mordred yes. once he realizes exactly who she is, it behooves him to continue coming to see her and interact with her bc winning her over (and thus her growing powers and intellect) could prove useful to him. and lbh it tickles his selfish, prideful nature to create himself as the only dominating / male presence in nim’s isolated universe. 

            deux !!   that effectively leads to mordred later developing this jealousy in regards to nimue making an appearance at camelot. where before she was this item on a shelf in a cabinet that only he had access to, she’s suddenly public domain and everyone has more than looking on their minds. there’s this idea in his mind that she - in some way - belonged to him. they don’t know her. they don’t understand her. they don’t deserve her attention.

            trois !!   attention that he used to have in its most rapt and undivided form. listen, mordred is a charmer and a young, lonely af nimue is not immune. she would have looked forward to his visits, clung to his every word, and just loved learning anything and everything about him bc she’s curious by nature and hungry for knowledge in general. not to mention that she’d feel like he really listened to her, that he was her friend and she could trust him. this is a girl starving for human connection...and mordred is the only one supplying. ANYWAY, that all ends when mordred goes and desecrates the great marriage with niniane.

mordred accuses nimue of being jealous, and she accuses him of having no faith in anything - least of all preserving the old religion and saving it from the mists. (spoiler: both of these things are true) a fight ensues and all chances of reconciliation are ruined when mordred runs off and morgaine returns to teach nimue to be a cold pawn in her games. 

            quatre !!   when they’re finally reunited at camelot, they both have a hard time understanding who they are to one another and how they should act. mordred knows that she’s not the christian girl that she’s pretending to be, and she knows what his true motives for staying close to arthur are. while they’re both a threat to one another’s plans, they’re also the only familiar face and understanding soul that either of them has. mordred tries to reassert dominance over nimue, only to find that she’s not a child anymore. nimue tries to write off mordred, only to find that she still can’t entirely let go.

who does miles love and/or admire? || @malignedking​

@malignedking​ – OKAY FIRST OF ALL YOU, SAGE. LEMME TELL YOU ALL HOW AWESOME SAGE IS. Sage is a wonderful, eloquent and brilliantly creative writer. Just, go to their blog and read their stuff like fuckin siGN ME UP. They are also incredibly knowledgeable on history stuff – so which is why you should follow them on their blog. because i learn so much from them and just!! JUST!! and finally, Sage is an amazing amazing amazing friend. I’ve met them irl and they’re just lovely and interesting to talk to and like i wanna send them all the hugs right now okay? Love u sage <3 ps. hugs for ur mum too 

@sunofdorne​ – NEXT WE HAVE MY BFFL ON THIS SITE. Now i don’t remember much of my three years here because I have a routine memory wipe every couple of months, BUT it is safe to say that Eli is my first and longest friend on this tumblr. Eli is a cutie patoot and an incredible person. Not only do we scream at eachother about martell feels and go on wild spirals of fantasy and angst on a regular basis, but Eli was probably a main reason why I am confident now in saying that I am transgender. They have been a staunch friend through thick and thin, and I want them to have all the best things in the world. Love u Eli <3

@amidalc​  – AND OF COURSE, JAZ, MY DAUGHTER, MY BABY GIRL, AND ACTUAL SATAN OF FEELS. That is all i have to say about you. No but really, i love you and thanks for all the satanic father/daughter feels. You will forever have a place in my heart. also – thanks for being so kickass and unafraid of screaming out unpopular opinions and revolutionising and rethinking shit. You’re awesome <3

❝                     I heard you were quite close to my father !   ❞

              her father had not often been at home lately, caring for boys than were not even his. anne had never known how to feel about it, & besides she had never had the opportunity to meet them. her sister had, though. perhaps it was because her sister was better suited to be introduced to the high-society. 

it was the first time that her father had brought her with her, however his attention had quickly been taken by edward, and the youngest daughter was left alone. well, not really alone.  

                                            ❝     my name is anne.   ❞

              “On this hereth day, March sixteenth in the year of our Lord fourteen eighty five, Her Grace Queen Anne delivereth a healthy son whom has been named Richard.”

In 1512, King Richard III joined his wife in death, who had predeceased him by six years. Their son Edward of Middleham, Prince of Wales was proclaimed King Edward V.       And the boar reigned.

              With Joanna clutched tightly to her chest, the Queen ran through the halls of the York castle, all manners and decorum that she had drummed into her as a child had been utterly forgotten when she had received word of Richard’s injuries.

Joanna would have been searching the entire castle for the remainder of the day had someone not called to her and pointed to where her husband was. She barged into the room, uncaring for what was occurring inside, and the moment her blue eyes fell upon Richard’s face as he lay in bed, the Queen began to weep.

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              It is not the Neville’s first labour, or first babe to be held within petite protective arms, yet she is still in awe all the same. But the new mother is stuck anxiously between happiness, joy and mirth, and the pit of dread that forces her to pull the boy closer to her breast.