#REINAXC . Dependent Multi - Muse Blog For Theopulent.hq Pennedby Mara. (twenty Six, Eastern Tmz, She/her).

#REINAXC  .  dependent multi  -  muse  blog for theopulent.hq penned by Mara. (twenty six, eastern tmz, she/her).

PRINCESS LORENA CATALINA ORTIZ of SPAIN - intro. DEPUTY PRIME MINISTER MAYA ROUSSEAU of FRANCE - intro. GRAND DUCHESS LYANNA HELMINSKI of WOLIN - intro. LADY AMARA SALAZAR of CARDIFF - intro.

Maya considered Safiye's words, her heart heavy with understanding. "You're right, madam. Wars, as horrible as they are, often have a declared purpose, a twisted sense of order and morality within their violence. But what we see now... it feels like intended chaos, cruelty without bounds and the destruction of what we hold dear." She sighed, her eyes reflecting the depth of her own sorrow and fear. When Henri was taken from Maya during the Reckoning, it felt like the very ground beneath her feet had been pulled away. "It's a painful truth," Maya began, her voice gentle yet firm. "They forget the lives lost, the futures erased. It's a kind of hubris, thinking they can play god and manipulate the course of history however I fear this is just the beginning"

She glanced at the ground for a moment, memories of Henri flashing through her mind—his warm smile, his reassuring presence, and the way he had always stood by her side. "I lost my husband, Henri, during the Reckoning," she continued, her voice tinged with sadness. "He was a man of integrity and kindness, caught in the crossfire of political ambitions and violence."

“ It is so strange. “ Safiye blurted in earnest, head nodding in agreement with Maya’s words. “ Wars make sense. Tragic and despicable and always the wrong choice, but… “ they followed order, they held morals within their violence. Oftentimes, motives for aggression were declared && clear. This display before her… the roots seemed untraceable. It was frightening, and Safiye shivered, wrapping arms tighter about herself with a deepening frown. “ Unsettling indeed… “ she sighed, wishing for innocence restored. Her brother was among those who had fallen; maybe she, too, was motivated by fear of the same happening to her. Where the prisoners somewhere below them used fear as a weapon, Safiye clung to hers as a reason to stay pure. “ It’s like they chose to become Gods and alter the course of history. “

closed starter for @balteren | max & célestine

location: enjoying a serene ride on horseback along the shoreline of Paraty.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the beaches of Paraty as Célestine rode her horse. The gentle breeze played with her hair, and she relished the freedom of these moments, away from the demands of high society. As she rounded a bend, she caught sight of a figure in the distance, instantly recognizing the familiar silhouette. Her heart skipped a beat—Max, her favorite uncle and closest friend. It felt like an eternity since she'd last seen him.

With a playful smile, she urged her horse forward, closing the distance between them. "Max!" she called out, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and a touch of reproach. "I was beginning to think you had forgotten all about your favorite niece!"

As she approached, Célestine slowed her horse to a trot, her eyes sparkling with both delight and a hint of mischief. "It's been far too long since we've had one of our talks," she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent of genuine hurt. "I've missed you, you know. What could possibly be so important that you haven't had time for me?"

She dismounted gracefully, leading her horse by the reins as she walked towards him. "I hope you have a good excuse," she teased, her smile widening. "Otherwise, I'll have to take it personally." The Redhead stood before him, hands on her hips, and raised an eyebrow in mock seriousness. "Well, I'm waiting. What have you been up to, and why haven't you shared any of your adventures with me?"

Renata Notni by © Richard Ramos

"That sounds fascinating," Lorena replied with genuine interest, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity. "I've never been to Cardiff, but your description paints a vivid picture. Rugged coastlines and rolling green hills— it sounds like a place that embraces the raw beauty of nature." She imagined the contrast between Cardiff's landscape and the vibrant warmth of Copacabana Beach, yet she wanted to speak of her homeland. "In Spain, where I come from, we have diverse landscapes too," Lorena continued, her tone reflective. "The south of Spain holds a special place in my heart," the Spaniard began, her voice carrying a soft, nostalgic tone, she missed it. "From the sun-drenched shores of Andalusia to the countryside, with its olive groves and vineyards, it's truly a sight to see..."

She had been eager to experience the famed beauty of Copacabana Beach. The moment she set foot on the sandy expanse, she felt a sense of freedom and peace that was often elusive in her life. The sun was warm against her skin, and the sound of the ocean was a soothing balm to her restless mind. As she stood near the shoreline, taking in the vastness of the sea, a soft voice called out to her.  Esme smiled, "I am, the view here is quite breathtaking," she replied, her voice gentle and warm. "In Cardiff, where I come from, the landscape is quite different. We have rugged coastlines and rolling green hills, which have their own charm, but there's something magical about the warmth and vibrancy of this place."

As Lorena hesitated for a moment, her natural shyness and the remnants of her recent anxieties making her feel slightly awkward. With a playful glint in her eye and a slight tilt of her head, Lorena responded in a jesting tone, "You know, Your Grace, I couldn't agree more. It seems the esteemed cartographers have overlooked the comfort of their guests. Who would have thought that royalty would find themselves seated on the floor, amidst maps and musings of empires?" 

She eventually took a seat next to Isaak, smoothing her skirt as she did so. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice soft. Lorena listened carefully, engaged in conversation with the Tzar about Spain's history and the challenges facing the nation, she found herself captivated by his insights into geopolitical dynamics and territorial mapping. "The path to power is often fraught with difficult choices," she mused, her voice carrying a mixture of pride and introspection. "My family believed fervently in the principles of progress and equality. They saw beyond the constraints of tradition to envision a Spain that embraced enlightenment, education, and opportunity for all."

She traced a finger lightly over the map of Spain, her touch gentle yet deliberate. "Yes, there were sacrifices," Lorena acknowledged, her gaze steady as she met Isaak's eyes. "But every decision made was in service of a greater ideal—to create a nation where every citizen could thrive, regardless of birth or background." His mention of imagining new territorial lines sparked her curiosity, especially given the outdated nature of the maps they were discussing. "Here," Lorena said, her voice steady as she pointed to the map spread out before them. "Beira, located here in the southwest, and Cataluña, to the northeast of the peninsula." Her finger traced the paths across the map, marking the regions with precision. "These regions, along with the southern territories," she continued, indicating the broader southern expanse on the map, "have seen significant development and governance under the Ortiz family. Regions such as, Leon Aragon and Castile remain loyal to the Bonaparte legacy," Lorena noted, her tone reflecting a blend of pragmatism and concern. She gestured towards the corresponding areas on the map, tracing the boundaries that delineated these historically significant territories.

it took a moment to place her; isaak had never left russia before coming to brazil, and as vast his knowledge was compared to the resources given - the royalty of the world tended to blur faces together, names in a jumble. but the connection of spain put the tsar on the proper track; the word princess ringing in mind, followed by the delayed memory... lorena. ortiz, one of the southern rulers. the facts came together a she approached, and isaak nearly laughed in the face of his own good fortune.

" by all means, your highness, please join me. you know - we should really petition for some chairs to be put down here, " he commented, the lack of such notable suddenly as the pair huddled among the maps && pages there on the floor, an unseemly collection of skirt fabrics && coattails. " indeed, " the tsar commented sympathetically, hearing the depth of the princess' tone. he knew what it meant to be in a country torn apart by war, and how the wounds cut deeper than map lines. a finger traced the outline of the map he'd drawn, thoughtfully. " i was reading up on the history - fascinating stuff, your highness, as unfortunate the events shed light to being. a clash between values, traditions versus change. quite fitting, " he quirked his lips upwards in a rueful smile. " i was just trying to imagine what the new territorial lines would look like, as the maps do not signify that. "