#versaillesevent

𝕬𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝕿𝖚𝖉𝖔𝖗.

THE JOURNEY was long and tiring for her. traveling separately from her husband felt.... odd. she truly did feel as if she had displeased him somehow... was she not what he wanted ? what he expected ? was a marriage supposed to feel - so lonely ?

her carriage was the first to arrive but not long before his. yet she had found herself settled into their temporary accommodations quickly - one of the small cottages built around the grounds of versailles. theirs not far from the gardens , how anna would have liked it. dark hair glistened and glimmered with the melted evidence of the first snow of the season , golden silk spotted as if she had spent some time in it - which she had. and now she found herself trying to warm up with some hot tea , small frame trembling from the cold.

she heard footsteps , expecting her handmaiden - but when the small door opened ; she was greater with the broading presence. her heart... sank. "sebastian..." yet when she said his name, like always , there held no coldness - a warmth instead- a hope. "i didn't expect you to arrive so soon...." her voice a whisper , cold hands trembling against the fine porcelain between them. "if you wish to rest ... i can explore the gardens... " she rose slowly from the couch by the fireplace. if he wished for her presence to disappear from his sight... she would unhappily oblige..

𝕷𝖚𝖉𝖜𝖎𝖌 𝕶𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖙.

HE STARED at her , a stern look upon his features as the carriage came to an abrupt halt. he was tired , awake during the day was not what he did. was that a yawn from the duke ? a lazy refined hand adorned with the large ring beholding their crest placed over his mouth , hiding the sharp fangs. "now , darling -" he began through breathy yawned words. "please be on your best behavior , hm ?"

𝕬𝖓𝖓𝖆 𝕿𝖚𝖉𝖔𝖗.

THE MEETING in person had never been achieved - due to the wedding between herself and the english king ( instead of the charming italian prince )... but the correspondence had never stopped ; even in the moment that the letter of bad news for the italian family came from her brother ; the king of austria. before sebastian had claimed the maiden's hand - it belonged to the medici prince.

but now - she knew in her soul ; that even if she was unhappy now - she might have been unhappier in a marriage with vitto. they seemed better as friends... or long distance friends ; she supposed. small clicks of heels had come from her , hands clasping golden strands of silk as she hoisted up the bustles of her skirt.

THE JOURNEY had been long and tiring ; her bones ached and the cold seemed to throb her joints. she was not used to these long journeys... and she hoped she'd never have to take another one after their return to england. her lady in waiting is all that kept her company - her husband traveling separate from her.

she often wondered if it was something she had done. was it her ? did she displease him ? was she not at all what he wanted and expected ?

COME ONE ! COME ALL !

the sun king has sent his invitations , has prepared the shimmering palace of versailles. the 30th birthday approaches.

renowned for his parties - the lack of for the past five years was much concern. but now - the sun king welcomes all to bare witness to his greatest one yet. to bring in the 30th year and the winter solstice. the palace has been decorated to the extremes ; performers crowded at the main entrance for entertainment. the paled skinned attendees seemed shy of the sun - as if it hurt their eyes but basked in the warmth.

upon the arrival - the first snow brought good omens ; a smile on faces. you have been invited into the gardens of versailles to attend a wine tasting from the vineyards of the royal palace , horseracing through the wilds of versailles. head to the mirrored hall for a special play of the god apollo - the sun god. witness the fencing contest in the courtyard. perhaps head to the lounge rooms for games of dice and cards ? and later that evening - attend the sun king's birthday ball followed by a lavish banquet.

welcome to versailles.

dae-soo && haneul in the the garden

he panted heavily as he ran through the halls of versailles. where was the king? his heart was racing, his mind thinking of the worst. he knew they shouldn’t have come to this ridiculous summit. he had a bad feeling since day one. his body and blade soaked with blood as he fought his way through after getting the children to safety. people would argue that the king was propriety but without the children, there was no heir. he found him. 

rushing to him, he dropped is sword before taking his lover into his arms. “my king...” he whispered before pulling away from the embrace, searching his body for any harm. “are you hurt?”

jianyu && daiyu in the throne room.

he felt her hand slip from hers when the fighting erupted. he felt a panic overcome him as he searched for her. she was lost in the battle and he feared the worst. “daiyu!” he called for her, his hands were shaking as his general urged him to get to safety. not without his beloved. a warrior’s cry seemed to erupt from the emperor and fire scales covered his skin--- as if the dragon lord himself had possessed him. a flame sword formed in his hand and he cut down anyone that tried to come for him as he searched for her.

hel && ulf in the throne room.

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the pool of blood beneath her was growing as her assassination attempt on the tsar’s life was unsuccessful. but he had gotten his due in return, wounding her greatly on her side. she had just finished fending off someone coming after her to kill her. but the viking princess was not going to let them get the best of her.... but it didn’t help her wound, only worsening it. “i’m sorry...” she looked up at her brother. “i failed.... and i won’t go to valhalla with you it seems...”