Talking to Robert could be either of two things. Utterly enjoyable and liberating. Or sadly exhausting and draining. Upon his engagement to Mary, he had decided to call a meeting with her father to ask for his permission. But the prospect of Cousin Cora’s child and the uncertainty of how they would proceed and how they would live should the child be that of a male. Robert had exhausted it all, tried to twist the notion that Matthew would still be entitled to something. However, there was nothing more that Matthew knew than the law of the entail. The process would not allow it. Generations of Granthams had seen to that at least. He was glad when the conversation ended and he was able to leave to find his fiancee. 

          When he saw her, he could not answer. Instead he collapsed into the space beside Mary and let his head rest upon her knee, closing his eyes for a long moment. “Exhausting, pointless. And we went around in circles at least three times,” He said, running his hand across his face and giving a sigh. “He gives his consent but he is adamant that perhaps we do not make any life-changing decisions until the baby is born. Which worries me to think that perhaps he may ask us to post-pone the wedding.”

yet my body is so tired I can’t even move 

i had a chance to drop. i did not drop.

i would like to say i'm making the most of an amazing opportunity, studying at sciences po, in a gilded room (no seriously was this shit a royal war room?), and learning with the creme de la creme.

but let's be real

me: bring it on

exo's ceci video: you sure?

*starts showing members*