#thirdconsort

Branimira was something of an oddity for Cristiano, a fascinating subject that he wished to study and admire akin to a delicate butterfly trapped in glass. She was a catholic girl from Dalmatia and yet she was married into the Ottoman Empire, so Cristiano wasn’t certain if that set him against her or with her. What voice did she truly follow, that of her religion or of the country she’d made into her home and birthed a child in? How curious, and Cristiano was not a man to withhold on his curiosities, so could he be blamed for seeking her out? “Ah, Sultana, how I’d hoped to have a word with you.” He greeted, squinting against the sun that spilled down upon them. “Where is your child?”

trouble on her mind, the striking redhead made her way beyond the church’s perimeter only to find herself in the midst of people she couldn’t recognise. lost and somewhat startled, joanna waved her arms like a bird in flight, her voice high pitched and unladylike. “help! help!” she called, jumping onto her toes. “i am lost!” @thirdconsort

pouring scalding wax atop his parchment,  stamping his complex emblem into the readied scarlet seal,  baştürk heard a hesitant knock at the door.  responding in a clipped ottoman turkish tongue,  he barked:  “pass.”  moments later,  the vizier glanced up at who had entered,  swiftly rising to his feet and performing a low bow to consort branimira.  “moja sultana,”  he began,  branimira’s native croatian falling like velvet from his lips.  her unexpected presence has caused a modicum of concern,  alike bile,  to rise in his throat. “is kasim unwell?” 

           This  is  a  bit  more  complicated  than  I  have  time  or  willingness  to  answer  but  the  gist  of  it  is  that  Alfonso  grew  up  away  from  the  public  eye  ––  he  was  only  presented  to  the  court  after  his  mother’s  death  and  when  his  father  was  climbing  in  age.  Reared  by  noble  women,  he  was  raised  in  extreme  sumptuousness  and  had  little  to  do,  and  little  to  no  interaction,  with  the  common  folk;  even  now,  the  task  of  granting  alms  and  meeting  the  people  in  the  streets  with  coins  and  well - wishes  is  delegated  to  his  wife  and  consort,  Madgalena  of  Bavaria.  Alfonso  quiets  unrest  in  the  common  folk  by  continuously  instituting  monasteries,  holy  places  and  sanctuaries  of  worship  throughout  his  country  and  keeping  a  watchful  eye  over  matters  of  trade  and  agriculture.  Castile  is  a  fairly  rich  country,  but  the  King  is  a  wealthy  man  and  could  undoubtedly  do  more  to  help  his  poorer  population  by  giving  them  something  more  than  a  place  to  pray.

Vasily prefers to be solo when scheming. He just doesn’t like to take orders and hates sharing the glory in anything that is done well. He will if he absolutely has to but he does so begrudgingly.

Long answer: If asked, Rosalind would say that she preferred neither, finding romance something for novels and young girls lacking in experience, and not fully understanding what one really gets out of affection (being on the asexual spectrum). Though it would take a lot, a grand display of romance would move her more than she thinks, finding a public gesture a way of humbling oneself and opening up to judgement and/or ridicule by strangers. Romantic gestures show that someone took time, care, and effort to do something for someone just to make them feel good and show how much they care, which would ultimately move Rosalind to feel. She just doesn’t know because it hasn’t happened yet.