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Marriage was a duty the king had put off for as long as possible, but he had finally yielded to his advisors pleas. He was not getting any younger and, while unmarried, it was not possible for him to produce any eligible heirs - as King his most important role was to secure the future of his kingdom. There had been dozens of suggested ladies and princesses, with Princess Calliope of Eslador the final choice.

Undoubtedly, it was a good match. It would unite their kingdoms, bringing wealth and powerful allyship. It would be a formidable enemy indeed that would choose to attack either of their kingdoms now. But were they a good match for each other? That was yet to be seen. Cenred had hardly spoken more than a handful of words to his new wife, with the whirlwind of celebrations and traditions filling their days, until finally...finally they had a moment alone.

"Shall we escape into the gardens?" he suggested, in a murmur. "Quickly, before anyone sees us."

Rhaenys peered up at the older princess with violet eyes that were too large for her small face. Her small hands were clasped behind her back as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet as she continued to study Calliope. Finally, she spoke, her voice still one of a child, but her words were colored with a gravity beyond her seven years.

@royaltyxbound liked for a starter with one of my Bridgerton muses

Sophie had always known through reading Whistledown that Violet Bridgerton loved to entertain. But now that she had married into the family and knew Violet better she realized the woman would take any excuse to celebrate something.

Like tonight, was a dinner party to belatedly celebrate the return of Anthony and Kate from India.

The parlor was getting warm so Sophie quietly excused herself and stepped out into the garden for some air.

Sophie had not expected someone else to be out on the veranda when she emerged from the house and nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise.

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This stranger did not bear the stench of humanity... inhuman as she was. And that was the fact that'd drawn Cesia up from the depths --- tail slashing through the water with each, powerful snap --- propelling her toward the surface, and the plunging stranger.

It was what'd caused her to drag the submerged figure toward the shoreline. The other woman was deposited, waterlogged, with a shove up onto the mud. And, Cesia did not flee. She watched, waited for the stranger to collect herself... her head tipped at the statement finally spoken.

Fingers entwined atop her stomach, Hel taps the pad of her index finger against her knuckle. She stares up at the white dotted sky, godly eyes perceiving all the cosmos that stare indelibly back. Some feel small beneath the immensity of worlds and skies but her chest rises and falls with a knowing calm.

It isn't often that Daxa visits other fae courts. But they're on a mission. Of course, that can only go well if they avoid being sent home. They can hardly go back there.

They walk through the palace, until they come across a young woman. Someone they don't know. And Daxa thought they knew everyone. But this person is entirely unknown. And that intrigues them.

"Hello.....we haven''t met." They debate whether or not to give their original name, but then decide against it because it had never truly fit them in their opinion. And the name they had chosen for themself really does. Daxa gives a little bow and smiles brightly at the stranger. "Daxa Bhandri, at your service."