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Maya Rousseau stood at the dockside of the boat race, the midday sun casting shimmering reflections on the water. The event, meticulously organized by the Ortiz, was a grand spectacle, yet there was an underlying tension, a sense of something more calculated beneath the surface. As she observed the boats and the lavish spread of food, she couldn't help but be drawn into her thoughts. The assassination of the Queen of Spain and the political unrest had left her wary of grand displays and public events. Every detail, every gesture, seemed to carry potential implications and yet she tried to keep calm for her sons sake..

Her attention was drawn to a woman standing under one of the canopies, fanning herself and gazing out towards the boats. Maya recognized her immediately—Rose, the Minister of Art from Germany. Though they had never spoken until now, Maya knew of her reputation and her sharp intellect. The Deputy Prime Minister turned slightly towards Rose, her expression sharp and focused. "Convenient indeed," she replied, her voice tinged with suspicion. "It's hard not to see this as more than just an innocent event, especially given the current climate."

She took a moment to assess Rose, appreciating her candidness and recognizing a kindred spirit in the political games they both navigated. "These grand displays often have layers of intent," Maya continued, her tone more guarded. "Bringing people together can be as much about control and influence as it is about celebration."

° • — OPEN starter ( 0 / 3 ) ° • — dockside of the boat race, midday

" a boat race, " the minister remarked as she fanned herself, standing under one of the canopies set up on the dockside. her gaze aimed outwards, towards the boats. she would admit, the ortiz had set up a wonderful event — or it would be, if it didn't feel tactless. the spread of food was grand and the prize for winning even grander. rose could give benefit of the doubt, events took meticulous planning and they were even gracious enough to let bonapartes and affiliates alike attend; yet the minister could also see how it could all be one large play. rose was not royalty, but she played the games royals played and had for years at maceon's side. she was not blind, nor was she fooled.

" seems rather . . . convenient, wouldn't you say? " the beauty mused to the one standing next to her. she would not hide her suspicions of the ortiz, for she was not of either spanish courts nor did she fear any retribution.

As she rode, her thoughts still lingering on the implications of recent events, Maya found herself drawn towards a familiar spot—a secluded outdoor water spring tucked away amidst the vibrant greenery of Brazil. The tension from the recent events on the Nagler lingered in the air, but here, surrounded by the natural beauty of the springs, she felt a momentary peace. Dismounting gracefully, Maya approached the bubbling pools, the sound of water providing a soothing backdrop to her troubled thoughts. Her mind began to settle as she immersed herself in the tranquil atmosphere, the warmth of the springs offering a comforting embrace. Maya, surprised yet composed, turned towards the man with a nod of acknowledgment. "Indeed, it's a rare luxury to find such peace in times like these," she replied, her voice carrying a hint understanding.

OPEN STARTER -- Outdoor Water Springs

The tension was tangible in the air after everything that had happened on the Nagler, everyone clearly on edge and anxious as their stay in Brazil commenced, but one thing about this place was how beautiful and green it all was, totally different from the vast hills of Scotland, but beautiful in its own right. He'd met up with Aurora at the Springs the night before but he found himself there again after a long ride on the beach. Rinsing off the day and enjoying the hot pulses of water on his aching muscles, he hadn't noticed that someone had joined him. "I don't think that I've ever felt water quite so relaxing," he said, sinking back for propriety's sake as he leant back on the edge of the pools.

Célestine glanced up as a stranger settled next to her at the bar, his presence commanding attention even in the lively chaos of The Soldier's Taverna.  The French woman met his gaze, noting the hint of weariness beneath his casual demeanor. She offered a polite smile, sensing an opportunity to indulge her curiosity. "The caipirinha is quite popular," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of warmth. "It's a traditional Brazilian cocktail made with cachaça, sugar, and lime. Refreshing and a bit strong, but worth a try."She gestured towards the bartender, who promptly began preparing the drink. "What brings you to this lively establishment tonight?"

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: THE SOLDIERS TAVERNA 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌: DANTE FABBRI 𝐓𝐎: OPEN STARTER ( 0 / 3 )

it would be a lie to say dante's in a good mood. but he also hasn't been in a good mood in a while either. so, comparatively, he is fine. looking forward to trying brazilian delicacies, and at the top of his list, comes booze. the soldier's taverna is more lively than he had thought it would be, loud groups throughout the entire room, some playing games, some playing music. the rush of noise feels good to dim the thoughts away, and he slips next to someone in a bar, tapping the counter to get he bartender's attention. turning on his seat, dante raises an eyebrow at his new companion. "so, what's good around here? did you try any local beverages you'd recommend?"

Célestine smiled softly at Aurora's words, nodding in agreement. "Indeed, sleep seems elusive tonight," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "The energy of the festival is quite infectious, don't you think?" She took a seat beside Aurora, letting her gaze wander over the bustling scene. The sight of children laughing and playing, the aroma of sweet treats, and the vibrant music all created a tapestry of happiness that was both comforting and bittersweet. It reminded Célestine of home, of her sisters, and the simple joys they shared before the complexities of their current lives.

"It is nights like these," Célestine continued, "that remind me of the simple joys we so often overlook in our daily lives. The laughter of children, the warmth of a shared meal, the beauty of a starry sky... It all seems so far removed from the intrigues and burdens of court. These sights and sounds take me back to my village, to evenings spent with my sisters, where we would find happiness in the smallest of things..." She glanced at Aurora, noting her serene yet thoughtful expression as she gazed up at the stars. "You look like you have a lot on your mind," Célestine observed gently, she had known Aurora for quite sometime now. "Is there something troubling you, or is it simply the restless nature of the evening?"

° • — OPEN starter ( 0 / ∞ ) ° • — festa junina, into the night near one of the bonfires.

the streets were filled with joy, laughter and a warmth that gave aurora a sense of ease — with everything going on, it was nice to see a spark of happiness. it reminded her of roaming the streets of paris, how lively and happy everyone was; except this was a gigantic party, and a grand one at that. everything was colorful, the music was lively and seemingly everywhere — and the food, well, that was exactly what aurora was after.

unable to sleep, and quite restless after the day's mundane events; she took to the festa junina to snack and explore. she had watched a small parade of colorful costumes, watched children win prizes in activities that brought them joy — and by default, made aurora smile — and now she had all but settled at one of the bonfires; a sweet bread in one hand and a cup of the spiced wine in another. her crystal eyes had been locked on the stars above them, a little lost in her thoughts when movement caught her attention and she turned her head — recognizing the face beside her. " could not sleep either, i take it? "

I’ve heard tales of your kind, witcher. You are a mutant created by magic. Roaming the continent hunting monsters… for a price. I thought you’d have fangs or horns or something. Anya Chalotra as Yennefer of Vengerberg in The Witcher (2019)

"Commander Tian Feng," she stated, her tone gentle yet firm, a subtle acknowledgment of the respect she held for his role and responsibilities. "Your presence here is always welcome, and there is no need for apologies." As Tian Feng spoke of his late security meeting and the standard practices for safety, Maya offered a nod of understanding. "I understand the demands of your duties, Commander, and I appreciate your diligence in ensuring the safety of all. It is a noble endeavor, one that requires dedication and sacrifice."

She paused, her expression thoughtful as she observed the soldier's demeanor. "It is not uncommon to find solace in the beauty of these chambers," she remarked, gesturing to the ornate surroundings. "In times of uncertainty, we often seek refuge in the familiar and the serene." Maya's gaze softened with empathy as she continued. "If there is anything I can do to assist you, Commander, please do not hesitate to ask."

Since returning to active duty from his sabbatical, Tian Feng's feet dragged as he reacclimated to the throws of meetings, diplomacy, and strategizing. Commander, so far, was not so different from being a Captain - though when he spoke now, rooms would quiet, and eyes would train on him. An honor, it should be; but he felt unsure with every movement now. China had invaded Japan - and China had lost. He had lost. His faith was one of the casualties of war.

The meeting with French security went as well (or as poor?) as any of the others had, and the soldier lingered in the beauty of the French chambers before having to return to his Emperor and provide a report. Eyes cast beyond the sprawling hills, and his heart ached... or perhaps, it was that absence of feeling within, that ached. Like an empty space had taken place where once a heart beat.

" Bonjour, " He greeted in turn, professional as always with a curt head nod, a hand lowering from the sheathed sword to avoid seeming aggressive. " A late security meeting. Nothing out of the ordinary, you needn't worry, my lady. Just standard practices for the safety of all. " It felt rehearsed. " My apologies for overstaying my welcome. Your quarters here are beautiful, and I find myself dawdling. "

With a gentle smile, Maya stepped closer, her voice calm and steady. "The sunrise does indeed paint a breathtaking picture, Your Majesty," she began, allowing a moment of shared appreciation for the scene before them. "But I suspect it is not merely the beauty of the dawn that brings us to this place." She paused, considering her words carefully. "I find myself here, reflecting on the delicate balance of our world and the challenges we face. The weight of our responsibilities often brings us to such quiet moments, where the mind seeks patience in the familiar." The Deputy Prime Minister offered a small smile, before suggesting. " Would you join me for a walk?".

the sultan is stood among tall windows in through which the morning sun casts the individual lines of his face into shadow. with his hands tangled behind his back, chin tilted toward where the sun set over the horizon, shoulders relaxed, and mind lost to the woes of a king, he stands as if posed; still and statuesque. it would surprise no one to know that his mind was on his husband, tonight, however, his worry for ariyan was at the forefront of thought. enemies of the ottoman and persian empires lurked under every rock it seemed - rostam was growing tired of the fear that he would lose ariyan in a similar fashion to khan; perhaps that was why he was here, in the french chambers, suddenly startled out of his thoughts by the voice of another. "me?" rostam stammers, caught off-guard by the question. his face and neck flush with warmth and redness; his eyes are unable to meet the prime minister's out of fear that she would take a guess; and he clears his throat to no avail. "i...um...well, you see..." teeth meet lip. "the sun rise on this side of the palace is the best." he says quickly, perhaps too fast for it to seem natural in his tone. "yes. the sunrise is why i am here...and you?"

"I am grateful for your visit and share your sentiment regarding the importance of diplomacy and cooperation." She paused, allowing his words to settle before continuing. "Indeed, these are challenging times, but I am confident that together, through open dialogue and a commitment to finding common ground, we can overcome any obstacle that lies before us." As the morning sun cast a golden glow over the grand French chambers, Maya's thoughts turned to the next step in their discussions. "If it pleases Your Majesty," she began, her voice gentle yet inviting, "I would be honored to continue our conversation in a more intimate setting. Perhaps over a cup of coffee in my office? It would provide us with a quiet space to discuss matters further and explore potential avenues for collaboration."

King Ramses, standing by the tall windows and observing the awakening cityscape, turned his attention to Deputy Prime Minister Maya Rousseau as she approached. Her presence, marked by both authority and grace, was a fitting complement to the grandeur of the French chambers. "Bonjour, Deputy Prime Minister Rousseau," Ramses greeted, his deep voice resonating with calm authority. "Indeed, a day of deliberation lies ahead, and the weight of our decisions will undoubtedly shape the course of our nations."

He regarded Maya with a thoughtful expression, appreciating the keen intellect and perceptiveness that had earned her such a prominent position. "I find myself drawn to these halls by the very essence of diplomacy and the pursuit of mutual understanding," he explained. "In times as tumultuous as these, it is crucial to forge bonds of cooperation and to seek common ground, even in the early hours of the day." Ramses allowed a brief smile to touch his lips, a reflection of his genuine respect for his French counterpart. "Your chambers are indeed esteemed, and it is a privilege to stand here. I come with hopes of engaging in meaningful dialogue, to explore avenues for collaboration that may benefit both our nations. The challenges we face are great, but I believe that through discourse and shared vision, we can navigate these turbulent waters together."

Célestine turned at the sound of Midori's voice, her own smile widening into a genuine grin. "Ah, madam, you have impeccable timing," she quipped, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Indeed, the good stuff seems to be in short supply, but it appears you have come to the rescue." Her gaze fell on the bottle of Japanese whiskey with an appreciative nod. "Your resourcefulness never ceases to amaze me. And I must say, you carry off that skirt with quite the flair, hidden bottles and all."

The Redhead shifted slightly, making room for Midori beside her. "It’s true what they say—adversity breeds the best of friendships," she mused, reaching out to take the bottle. "I would be honored to share a drink with you." She deftly uncorked the whiskey and poured two generous measures into the waiting glasses, handing one to Midori. "To resourcefulness, friendship, and finding the best spirits in the most unexpected places," she toasted, her tone both lighthearted and sincere. As they clinked their glasses, Célestine settled back, her earlier frustrations melting away. "Tell me, how have you been navigating these grand halls? Any new adventures to share?" she asked, eager to hear more

She's come a long way from her brass knuckles and rebellious streak. In fact, she's come a long way. Almost lady like in her approach into the kitchens, for a private nip. But the familiar figure of Celestine gives her pause, and a subsequent laugh. Perhaps there is a discernable, middle ground where Midori may simply exist. "Have they been skimping on the good stuff?" She questions with a cheeky grin, lifting the hand behind her to reveal a bottle of Japanese whiskey. "I've learned to keep my own. One of the few benefits of this massive skirt." She says with a roll of her eyes, settling beside the Lady. It's taken longer to endear herself to Max's niece. Over-protective and equally headstrong, as she was. But over drinks, the divide shorten until all she can see is a discernible friend. "Will you drink with me?"

"Lady Cordelia Mackenzie, it is a pleasure to meet you," Lorena said, returning the warm smile with one of her own. "I am Princess Lorena Catalina Ortiz. Your kind words are much appreciated." She paused for a moment, considering the unexpected but welcome interruption. "Music has a way of bringing people together, does it not? I find it to be a language that transcends titles, nations and ideologies ."

As she spoke, Lorena gestured for Cordelia to take a more comfortable seat. "Please, stay and enjoy the music. Perhaps we can share more than just melodies; If I am not mistaken you are part of the Scottish envoy? I would love to hear about Scotland and your experiences there. I have heard that it's a beautiful country." Lorena resumed playing, a softer, more inviting tune this time, hoping to create an atmosphere of warmth. "Tell me, Lady Cordelia, do you play an instrument as well? 

❝ that it  is,  ❞   she  agreed.  since  she wasn't asked to leave, cora took a seat nearby, whether she'd only enjoy the music or garner new information through conversation it'd be an enjoyable way to pass the time.   ❝ you're too kind. it's i who is getting the gift of listening to such lovely music. ❞   a warm smile was offered.  ❝ oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself. i'm lady cordelia mackenzie. ❞

Lorena's fingers moved gracefully over the harpsichord keys, the melody filling her chambers with a soothing presence. She was deeply immersed in her music, finding solace and escape in each note, when a quiet "wow" broke her concentration. Startled, she turned to see her younger brother, Prince Felix, sitting sheepishly on one of the sofas. "Felix," she said softly, her eyes lighting up with affection. "You are never an interruption, hermano. Your presence is always welcome."

She stood up from the harpsichord and crossed the room to sit beside him, her heart warmed by his effort to be quiet and respectful. "It's rare to see you so calm and quiet," she teased gently, ruffling his hair in a sisterly manner. "But it is a pleasant surprise." Lorena took a moment to study her brother's face, noting the uncharacteristic shyness. "You seemed mesmerized by the music. Did you enjoy it? I can play more if you'd like, or we can simply talk. It's been too long since we've had a quiet moment together."

She smiled warmly, resting her hand on his shoulder. "What brings you to my chambers today? Is there something on your mind, or did you just miss your big sister?"

the young prince is usually known for being loud. making his presence known in every space, voice booming, steps echoing against the walls. that is most of the truth, as it is his usual stance and demeanor. however, contrary to popular belief, felix is also capable of staying calm and making himself small in spaces where he knows he needs to be. at first, this is not his intention, though as he nears his sister's chambers, and hears the gentle music, he makes a very careful attempt not to disturb the scene. instead, quietly sitting down on one of the sofas, he pulls his feet underneath himself, rests his elbow on the arm of the sofa, and chin on top of the crook of his elbow. it's mesmerizing, to hear her play, and he is much too content with not disturbing her — it's only the "wow—" exclamation that falls from his lips that makes his presence known. suddenly sheepish, he shakes his head. "no, hermana, sorry for interrupting — just wanted to stop by."

"Thank you, your highness," Lorena said warmly, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Your kind words mean a lot to me. Music has always been a passion of mine, and it is a joy to share it with others." She gestured for the Ethiopian princess to come closer, inviting her to sit nearby. "You are not an interruption at all. In fact, it is a pleasure to have someone appreciate the music as much as I do." Lorena thought for a moment before answering the question. "I began learning the harpsichord when I was very young. My mother taught me the basics, and from there, I had the privilege of learning from some of the finest musicians in Spain. Music has always been a way for me to express myself. Tell me, Do you play any instruments, or perhaps sing? It would be wonderful to hear about your own musical journey."

drawn  to  the  sound  of  beautiful  music  ,  the  young  princess  could  not  help  but  freeze  in  place  in  complete  admiration  .  one  definite  perk  of  hosting  others  from  all  over  in  their  home  ,  was  the  simple  pleasure  of  bearing  witness  to  their  talents  .  being  an  interruption  to  the  other  princess  was  not  kimara's  original  plan  ,  having  hoped  to  approach  when  she  finished  to  show  her  appreciation  ,  but  words  of  wonder  could  not  be  stopped  ;  a  quiet  amazing  slipping  out  in  the  midst  of  princess  lorena's  playing  .  caught  red  -  handed  ,  kimara  drifts  closer  to  repeat  herself  .  "  i  said  you  are  amazing  —  your  playing  is  truly  remarkable  .  i  did  not  mean  to  interrupt  ,  but  i  could  not  help  myself  .  "  they  compliment  with  a  soft  ,  genuine  smile  ,  gesturing  toward  the  instrument  .  "  when  did  you  learn  ,  if  i  may  ask  ?  "

Lady Célestine couldn't help but let out a melodic laugh as Maceon approached, his charm and confidence a stark contrast to the more reserved demeanor of the kitchen maid. "Ah, Maceon, always the knight in shining armor," she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I suppose I could use a lesson in the proper way to request a drink."

She watched as the kitchen aide, Abebe, moved to fulfill Maceon's request, her own glass now brimming with a far superior drink. "Merci, Abebe," she said with a gracious nod before turning her attention back to Maceon, her expression warm and inviting. As Abebe moved to fulfill the request, Célestine turned her attention back to Maceon, her smile warm and welcoming. "Mon cher, I could never turn down such delightful company," she said, her tone playful. "I wasn't planning on drinking alone, but it seems fate has provided me with a much better alternative."

The Redhead raised her newly filled glass, her eyes meeting Maceon's with a hint of challenge. "The occasion is simply the pursuit of good conversation and better company. So, tell me, Maceon, what brings you to the kitchens this fine evening? And are you prepared to keep up with me?"

Swallowing down a laugh with a splash of drink, Maceon shook his head quietly as a grin licked upon his wolfish lips, eyes peering discreetly at the interaction between the French woman && the kitchen aide. " Lady Célestine, you go about your request all wrong! " Maceon finally spoke, chuckling as he approached the scene, and raised an eyebrow at the maid. " She is a friend of mine. Fill her glass, please, and show her how Ethiopia treats their honored guests. The good stuff, Abebe, please && my sincerest gratitude. "

Eyes returned to hers, glimmering like oceanwater gemstones. " This is how you get things done, mon cher. " He cast a sweeping glance about the kitchens, and tilted his head with another chuckle. " Tell me not you have come to drink alone? What is the occasion, and I insist, you allow me to join in the fun. "

Lady Célestine had been admiring the intricate frescoes and the magnificent play of light through the stained glass when the unexpected melody of a pianoforte filled the small church. The music was beautiful, captivating, and drew her in. She approached quietly, her steps light on the stone floor, not wanting to disturb the musician.

As the church doors slammed shut, startling both herself and the musician, she recognized the princess. Aurora's alarmed squeak and the subsequent discordant note from the pianoforte brought a smile to Célestine's lips.

"Princess Aurora, please, do not apologize," Célestine said warmly, stepping closer with a reassuring smile. "Your music is a gift to this beautiful place. I was merely exploring the grounds and found myself drawn to the sound of your playing. I don't believe their is any problem in playing such a beautiful instrument"

° • — OPEN starter ° • — exploring the churches, midday

aurora's very own nasty habit, was disappearing to explore her surroundings. she was always curious about new places, especially after being kept inside versailles since she was merely sixteen — the princess felt as though there was much she hadn't seen or even began to understand. getting to explore a new country was far more adventure then she ever got in france in the past decade.

the beauty's eyes were locked on one of the art pieces, in the smallest of the three churches around the grounds. someone had directed her here, saying this church was the most stunning of the three. aurora had to admit, they were right. the colors of the art were wondrous, and even more captivating was the light streaming in through the stained glass that seemed to cover the walls.

while she had been lost in her thoughts, aurora took noticed of the pianoforte in the corner of the church. surely, no one would mind if she played for a moment, would they? the princess sat down on it's velvet cushioned bench, letting her lithe fingers rest on the keys. there was silence, for a moment, before she started to play.

aurora played and played, becoming entirely entranced in the music. she was so entranced, that when she heard the church doors slam shut — the princess about nearly jumped from her skin, letting out an alarmed squeak and a loud clunk came from the pianoforte from where her fingers slipped on the keys. " i am so terribly sorry, was i not allowed to play? " she asked sheepishly. " i did not know who to ask. "

The Redhead regarded The Scott with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile, her sharp wit immediately coming to the forefront. "Ah, monsieur, ever the master of hyperbole," she remarked, her tone light but edged with playful sarcasm. "I assure you, I can handle more than a mere illusion of oceans in deserts. But I do appreciate your concern for my well-being."

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It’s quite noble of you to come to the aid of a poor, beleaguered Frenchwoman in distress. Though I must admit, I was hoping for a challenge rather than a lecture on the dangers of stronger spirits." Célestine let out a soft chuckle, her demeanor both charming and self-assured. "However, I do appreciate your honesty. Perhaps, instead of stronger drink, you could recommend a different sort of diversion? Surely a man of your standing has some intriguing suggestions for entertainment in a place like this."

cathair's lips curl devilishly; to watch the french suffer from afar was, perhaps, the reason that he was placed on this earth. her incessant pleas makes the clan head chuckle to himself, a shake of his head taking him to her side; as much as he disliked the french, he was not one to leave the vulnerable to their own devices, especially not here, not amongst the monarchs. "they would not lie to you, ma'am. anything stronger than what you've consumed and you'd be seeing oceans where there are deserts." he teases.

Lady Célestine turned to face Leonor, her expression brightening at the sight of the Spanish ambassador. With a graceful nod, she acknowledged the kitchenmaids who curtsied and stepped aside. "Ambassador Guzman" Célestine began, her voice as smooth as silk, "your timely intervention is most welcome."

She offered a warm smile, a blend of gratitude and respect evident in her eyes. "Indeed, I was just acquainting myself with the intricacies of our new surroundings. It seems there is always a challenge to be met, no matter how small." Célestine leaned in slightly, mirroring Leonor's conspiratorial tone. "Your guidance would be invaluable. There is much to learn!" With a slight inclination of her head, she added, "Lead the way, then. I am eager to see this finest selection you speak of and to learn more from you about the art of survival in such distinguished company."

Leonor observed Lady Célestine’s interaction with the kitchenmaids from a distance, a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips. The Frenchwoman’s persistence and charm were both amusing and intriguing to her. Deciding to intervene, Leonor approached, her presence commanding the attention of the kitchenmaids who quickly curtsied and stepped aside.

"Lady Célestine," Leonor began, her voice smooth and warm, "I see you have discovered one of the many small challenges we face here."

Leonor’s smile widened slightly. "Indeed, it appears so. However, I believe I can assist. I may know who has the finest selection." She leaned in slightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "The key to surviving in places like this is knowing where to look and whom to ask."

Her fingers still resting lightly on the harp strings, looked up at King Ramses with a warm, appreciative smile. The music had always been her refuge, a way to express emotions too deep for words, and she was touched by his genuine admiration."Your majesty, your presence is never an intrusion," she replied, her voice soft and melodic, mirroring the music she had just played. "I am honored that my music could bring you a moment of peace amidst your many duties."

Her eyes held a glint of curiosity and warmth as she continued, "Music has always been a bridge between souls, a universal language that speaks to the heart. It brings me joy to know that it resonated with you so deeply."With a graceful gesture, she motioned for him to come closer. "Would you care to sit with me for a while? I would love to hear your thoughts on the art of music".

King Ramses had been passing through the grand hall when the enchanting sound of the harp drew him towards the library. He followed the ethereal melodies until he found himself at the doorway, where the sight of Princess Lorena playing with such heartfelt emotion captivated him. For a moment, he simply watched, appreciating the artistry and depth of feeling that emanated from her performance.

As the music reached its crescendo and Lorena's eyes opened, Ramses took a step forward, his presence becoming known. He offered a respectful nod, his voice gentle yet resonant. "I apologize for intruding upon your beautiful performance, Princess Lorena," he said, a hint of admiration in his tone. "Your music has a way of transporting one to another realm. Truly, it is a gift to witness."

"Thank you" Lorena replied warmly, offering a gentle smile. "Your presence is no interruption; music is meant to be shared and appreciated by others." She paused for a moment, trying to find the correct words to use. "It has been some time since I've played for an audience. I am truly grateful for your kind words and your company. It means more than you know."

cora was  only  a  little  envious  that she wouldn't get the chance to sing at the concert. it'd been some time since she'd had an excuse to step onto a stage and sing. all the more reason to host her own soiree where she could spin in the center of all's attention once she returned to scottish soil. a different melody caught her ear, causing her direction to change until she was watching the woman play.   ❝ my apologies, i didn't mean to interrupt you. ❞   but rather than retreat, leaving the woman alone with the harp, cordelia took a step closer.  ❝ i simply said you play beautifully. ❞

"Mariam," she spoke softly, her voice filled with emotion, placing the harp down on her lap. Music provided a fleeting solace, but the memories of her captivity lingered just beneath the surface. She had spent countless nights in a dim, cold cell, her heart heavy with the fear that she might never see her siblings again. Now, standing in the warm, sunlit room with her older sister before her, the reality of her return felt almost surreal. When the Spanish Queen asked about the unfamiliar piece, Lorena hesitated, considering whether to reveal its origins.The piece she was playing, she had learned during my captivity. One of the guards, a kind soul amidst the harshness, taught it to her. Instead, she smiled gently and said, "It's a piece that has been with me for some time, one that brings me a sense of peace. I thought it was time to share it with the world."

"i would never interrupt your playing." a voice had instead carried from the hall, interrupting the moment. mariam, having quietly sat, curled over her abdomen, silent and propping her chin up with one hand, to enjoy the music. it had been far too long since she had heard it. this was another matter upon which mariam had far too much guilt herself. the halls had been empty without lorena's playing. she, pacing day and night in the tactical room, attempting to find where she had been taken. how they could get her back. and it was not embarrassment that caused the cover-up. but shame that it had happened at all. "you were in a different world and i was honoured to even witness it." uncharacteristic gentleness for the spanish queen, but she was more apt to show it for her siblings, for whom she would do anything. "where did you learn that one? i don't think i've ever heard you play it."

Lorena was slightly startled, looked up as King Alexander of Scotland addressed her. The early morning light streaming through the library’s paned windows illuminated the area. She had been lost in her own thoughts, reflecting on the weight of her recent experiences...

"Your Majesty," Lorena began, her voice carrying a melodic Spanish lilt. She offered a graceful curtsy, her composed demeanor returning swiftly. "I was hoping to find a copy of Cervantes' Don Quixote. Its tales of chivalry and adventure have always provided me a certain escape and inspiration. And you, Your Majesty? 

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Alexander had just returned from a ride, it was early in the morning and the only light from the library came from the flooding morning rays through the paned window sill. He couldn't stop thinking about her, but he had important letters to return and he'd been wondering where his siblings had run off to or where they were spending their time. Interrupted from his thoughts briefly, he noticed someone walking into what he thought would be his place of solace for at least a few more hours. "It would seem we had the same idea for a morning hide out. Or have you come in actual search of a book?"

Célestine observed The Queen of Egypt with a composed smile, her recent induction into the French envoy lending her an air of diplomatic grace. "I am delighted to hear that you are entertained, your highness," she responded, her voice carrying the refined cadence of her homeland. Adjusting the delicate lace of her gown, she continued, "The performances indeed showcase extraordinary talent, a true testament to the harmony between the kingdoms."

As the harmonious voices of the performers continued to fill the air, Célestine's eyes softened with understanding. "A reprieve from the festivities, you say?" She glanced around the vibrant setting before returning her gaze to Sahirah. "I must admit, the idea is quite appealing. Shall we seek a more tranquil corner to converse and catch our breath?"

location : the gardens, away from the main crowd. when : the spring's end evening concert.

" hm. it's not that i'm not entertained — quite the opposite. " a reassurance with a smile, adjusting the shoulders of her attire. it was a mesmerizing display, talent bleeding through the performances of both presenting kingdoms. harmonious voices are still heard where sahirah and company reside. " well, you have discovered me. have you need of a reprieve away from the festivities, too? "

In the candlelit grandeur of the French chambers, Deputy Prime Minister Maya Rousseau moved with purpose, the rustle of her skirts echoing against the polished marble floors. The air hummed with the weight of impending decisions and the urgency of political discourse, a backdrop to the intricate dance of power that unfolded within these hallowed halls. As Maya approached a figure standing by the tall windows, the soft glow of dawn casting a golden hue upon the room, she offered a courteous inclination of her head. "Bonjour," she greeted, her gaze steady and perceptive. "A day of deliberation lies ahead, does it not?"

Observing the individual's presence in the French delegation corridor, Maya's curiosity was piqued. "Pray tell, what brings you to our esteemed enclave? It is rare to find visitors amidst our chambers, particularly at this hour." Her tone was congenial, yet laced with the subtle intrigue of a seasoned politician.

Given that none of them had much of a choice in being here, Lady Célestine had been striving to make the best of the situation. She engaged in conversation with one of the kitchenmaids, hoping they might direct her to someone with access to something stronger to drink. "Madam, I requested something other than wine and the usual ale, yet I was given this. Surely, there must be something stronger available?" The Redhead inquired with a charming smile, which faltered as she received a shake of the head in response. The kitchenmaids quickly resumed their tasks, their attention diverted by the presence of another.

"Nothing? You must be jesting. Surely, you jest. Please, tell me at least there is something stronger," Lady Célestine persisted, her disappointment evident in her tone

The gentle strains of the harp filled the air, weaving a tapestry of ethereal melodies that danced through the room. Lorena, the spanish princess, sat gracefully by the window, her fingers gracefully plucking the strings with practiced precision. Her eyes were closed, her heart immersed in the music, as if each note carried a piece of her soul. The harp, a cherished companion, had always been Rena’s solace and escape. Its dulcet tones resonated with her deepest emotions, expressing what words often failed to capture. In the flickering candlelight, her fingers danced across the strings, coaxing forth a symphony of emotions that stirred the very depths of her being.

As the melodies intertwined and soared, Lorena found herself transported to another realm. But just as she reached a crescendo, a voice shattered the ethereal spell that had been cast. “Perdón, did you say something?