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anything that inconveniences me is now homophobic
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When you want to join RPs but you know you don't have the time and energy to do it so you just make characters for that RP and imagine being in that world just for a little while
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Spending the holidays with your friends>>>spending the holidays with your homophobic family
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I suck dick in the name of God then.
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”The honor is mine, Sir Mathias Larsen.”Charlotte had replied to the beautiful blonde man before her. All the effort to utilize the wine to slow her heart rate had been for nothing as she felt it speeding it up again. He was a picture out of a storybook with those green eyes and such a charming face. She stepped forward toward him as they were directed to move off for another couple to be acquainted. He sure was tall; the top of her head would tickle his chin. Though the name had some familiarity to her, she could not recall ever meeting him before.

”My name is Charlotte… I mean, Lady Charlotte… but no need to fret over the title. I’ve never been quite certain if it’s meant anything all that interesting since I’m very obviously a lady like any other girl here, so why should I in particular state the obvious?”She smiled at him but her pupils had dilated slightly in the realization of the silly statements tumbling out of her mouth.

It seems I am a lightweight.

Mathias offered his arm to Lady Vikena for her to take as they walked together to their designated spot to wait for the dance to start. He glanced down at her, seeing her this up close- it felt strange almost after the whole debacle with the Alidasht Kingdom. From his spot Lady Vikena almost looked like a porcelain doll; elegant, graceful and smelling slightly of sweet Caesonian wine. The knight did not blame Charlotte for taking advantage of the free wine, not after what had happened.

"I am not very sure why we carry such titles, my Lady, but you have opened my mind to these questions." Mathias laughed softly. "Very well, Lady- Charlotte please call me Mathias from now on." He wasn't much fond of being called Sir Mathias and even less being Lord Larsen. Even after all of these years he was not used to either of those titles. Besides, it would only be fair that she would call him by his given name instead of his title if he was going to do the same.

She was relieved that he had seemed amused with her words. ”Very well. Mathias, it is, but you just called me Lady now haven’t you? You’re taller than me so I couldn’t possibly be above you by such an exorbitant status.” Charlotte had joked. She let him lead the dancing as they had taken hands. Muscle memory helped her place her feet in the right spots luckily enough. She just had to ignore the idea that she was dancing with a two-headed man. Hopefully, this conversation would flow better than her first attempt. ”I-Uh... You should tell me more about yourself..”

"I-" Mathias wasn't just about to spill his whole life story as to why she was indeed in a higher class status than he was- but he just smiled and bowed his head slightly. "My apologies, Charlotte, it shall not happen again." There was a slight relief in his face, he'd gotten so used to calling everyone around him Lord and Lady that just saying someone's given name brought him back.

Tonight's waltz was a bit slower than Mathias has grown accustomed to, leaving him to lead slightly faster than the other dancers on the floor. "There's not much I can tell you that would interest you," He spun them around once, twice, keeping his hand firmly on her back as if the force of the spin would break the porcelain doll. As if Lady Vikena had not just taken Crystal's sudden embrace. "I am a Royal Guard of Varian," Another spin, this time just in sync with the rhythm of the music now that he had gotten a hand at the slower pace. " the Larsen family has served Varian for centuries now. I'm just following the legacy."

Charlotte gripped his hand tighter as they spun, trying her best to keep up with his footing. His first statement had resonated with her soul. The only thing that could be said about her that she was girl privileged enough to be born into money but unfortunate enough to lose her family. It made her heart ache nonetheless to hear someone act as if they had nothing of value to say. Her eyes lit up as he explained that he was a Royal Guard of Varian. How magnificent. She felt honored to speak to yet another extraordinary person.

Charlotte raised a brow and smirked as she told him sarcastically, ”...Yes because being a part of a family line of Royal Guards is so uninteresting.” She paused her footing to stop their dancing. Her eyes then met his. The dryness melted from her tone and she told him warmly, ”Please don’t demean yourself. You sound like you’re amazing.”

She earnestly continued, ”Your duty is a valiant and noble one. Perhaps it does not cross your mind often but I am sure you are part of the reason why the people of Varian feel safe… Why children can play outside, why the Queen and King can sleep at night… It’s all because of what you do. β€œ Charlotte smiled up at him, ” I do believe that makes you a hero, now doesn’t it?”

Seeing her struggle with his lead, Mathias quickly slowed down to correct his pace and match hers. He wanted to apologize and blame the difference in culture when he saw a familiar look in her eyes. It was a flash- and just like that- it was gone and replaced with sarcasm.

"I suppose you are right, La- Charlotte." Mathias caught the slip just in time and smiled at her words, nodding his head when he realized that what she had said rang true in her voice. He supposed being a Royal Knight was a grand deed. But the title of knight, or Lord, or just standing here in the ballroom with a beautiful woman before him in a Kingdom far from the slums of Breoven- it didn't feel right. To be here while everyone he had grown up with remained there.

The following words that slipped past Lady Vikena's lips washed away the creeping guilt that was currently trying to crawl its way into his mind. Now, instead of guilt, there was doubt. Perhaps she was correct. He may have gotten lucky, and that did not mean everything he had now was not well deserved. He worked hours trying to protect and serve all for the sake of those he loved. For his son.

He opened his mouth to say something- anything, but no word seemed to form in his mouth. They stood there as the dancing and music continued without them. Such a small frame, and yet Lady Vikena had brought a Varian knight to the verge of tears.

"Words cannot express my gratitude after hearing you say that," Mathias finally spoke, bowing his head slightly. Charlotte didn't know him, yet she was making him doubt the guilt he had been carrying for years now. "You are a kind woman, Charlotte," he cleared his throat and blinked a few times before he let himself smile again. "I- Thank you again. You've opened my eyes, yet again. Perhaps I am a hero to some."

Charlotte was genuinely surprised by his reaction. She was certain he was blinking back tears. Hearing this man express such heavy gratitude through both his words and his emotion made her feel as if she were perhaps a hero too. She smiled again and squeezed the hand she was holding, ”No perhaps! You are one” Charlotte assured him. She paused, her gaze dropping as she contemplated on whether or not she should share her next thoughts.

”...Ever since I was a little girl, I’d read books and always be enchanted by knights and heroes. I know it’s not quite the same but I always wanted to have such purpose. I want to help people somehow; to have an effect on the world around me.” Her voice was softer than before as she spoke.

Mathias looked at her, Lady Vikena carried an air of familiarity he had seen before. A kind woman, one that yearned for change- for power. A title that many wished to possess. "Charlotte, I may not know you personally but I can attest from what I have witnessed today that you are already in fact changing the world." With an index finger he gently tapped the bottom of her chin, bringing her gaze to meet his. "You are a brave woman, a kind soul. You do not need to be a knight or a hero to continue to have an effect on the world."

The music continued around them; Mathias took her hand and wrapped the other around her waist. "I am sure you will come to see how others see you, and that you will continue to do marvelous things." He began to lead the dance again, this time slower than before.

Charlotte’s blue eyes met his as she listened with lips parted in surprise. She could not help but blush at his words. They were as sweet as honey and as if they were created to fill her aching heart with warmth. She hadn’t been certain he had witnessed the fiasco that occurred before but she supposed he indeed had. She took his hand and as they positioned themselves to continue waltzing. She moved her hand delicately on his shoulder. ” Thank you, Matthias. You’re very sweet.”Charlotte told him softly.

Though it was often intimidating for her to hold eye contact for long periods of time, especially when she was nervous, she was growing comfortable doing so with him. ”I… I was honestly so afraid tonight that it’s been hard to imagine myself as brave. My stepfather Lorenzo is the only family I have now. I thought…” She felt her voice choke up a little and took a moment to recuperate before continuing, ”...I thought I was going to lose him.”

Mathias looked at her with gentle eyes as he listened to her speak. "And you would do anything to save him." He gently guided her under his arm for a spin before bringing Lady Vikena closer again, a hand resting firmly on her back as if to comfort her. He understood why Charlotte had done it now and he could feel his chest swell with admiration for her. "Do you love your stepfather?"

Charlotte was careful as she was spun, managing to retain some grace. Lorenzo had been in her life for so many years now, but he hadn’t been a father in the traditional way she had thought of one. There had always been expectations with her birth parents. With Lorenzo, that wasn’t really a thing, but… ”Yes of course. I consider him my father. ” The hand on her back was a great comfort to her as it wasn’t often she received touch like this.

Her shoulders relaxed and she said, ”...I am sure if you were in my place and your family was on the line, you would have done the same. They must feel blessed to have you in their life.”

There was no hesitation when Mathias nodded his head, "I would have done the same to protect my son." He smiled at the thought of Lukas, "But I am the blessed one to have him in my life." Around them, the music began to slow down and other dancers did too. The knight followed in step with the rest, disappointed that their dance would soon come to an end. He had enjoyed Lady Vikena's company much more than he had anticipated and wished for the song to be longer.

Charlotte’s brows lifted in subtle surprise. She then smiled, β€œI am glad your little boy has you and that you have him.” As the music began to fade, she let her hands slowly fall off Mathias. ”Thank you for the dance, well… For everything.”

The nearby balcony doors suddenly opened and Duke Lorenzo Vikena emerged from them. Count Calbert followed after. She could not help but utter as massive concern filled her, ”Oh no.” Charlotte folded her arms as if to comfort herself then apologetically looked at Matthias, ”I am so sorry. Please excuse me.”





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Nahir shook her head, nudging her dear friend back just as she had. "There were indeed many eyes upon us, but I doubt we have won many hearts." She swirled the wine around for a bit as she looked up and around the ballroom with Saiya, following her gaze. She couldn't quite pin down who she was looking at, but nonetheless, Nahir was rooting for her. She wished for her dear friend to find someone that would make Siaya happy, make her dreams come true and -

Nahir smiled at the mention of Munir, rolling her eyes before looking towards the spot she had last seen him. "One or two- but I've yet to view the rest of what this season has to offer." Nahir had never been much of a fan of keeping one lover at a time- and she made it no secret either. Of course, not many would know this outside the Sultan's Palace. Here, in Caesonia, Nahir was just a Shehzadi serving her Kingdom with a rather big addiction to shopping.

Nahir turned to look at the bowl before taking one of the folded pieces. "Looks like we are staring." She turned to look at her friend again, reaching over to adjust some of the ornaments on her shoulder. "Remember to enjoy tonight, Saiya." Just in queue, Nahir's number was called by the man in front of the dance floor. "Have fun."

Nahir gave Saiya another smile before turning and walking to the dance floor. As she approached the center of the room, she spotted the Heir of Stravy heading to her destination. Much like him, she did little to hide the pleased smile that graced her lips. With both hands, Nahir gathered bits of her dress and curtsied when they finally met in the middle.

"It would please me greatly, Lord Smithwood." Nahir rose, letting go of the sides of her dress as she took his hand and allowed him to lead her forward.


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Somehow, in the few short minutes that Mathias had wandered around the tables, he had managed to get himself stuck between two mothers trying to introduce their daughters to him. The man had only been toasting to his late wife before the two older women sneaked their way to him. Both ladies, Lady Melnyk and Lady Santos wished for their daughters to share the first dance of the evening with him. And while Mathias truly felt flattered, he did not wish to dance with two ladies who would very obviously rather dance with each other than with him.

Mathias had endured enough of both ladies as he began to search for a way out. And once they began talking about children he finally decided it was time to bail. His eyes darted around the ballroom for any way out until he spotted a new face. Golden hair framed the delicate features of the unnamed lady as she twirled around when the door closed.

"My apologies, Lady Melnyk and Lady Santos, I must excuse myself. I see that a friend of mine had just arrived." Mathias bowed to the ladies before turning on his heels and walking away from the two women before they had the opportunity to protest or chance after him.

Golden hair framed her delicate features as she spun around as the door closed behind her. From his spot, he could clearly see that she was not very excited to be at the ball.

Mathias approached the lady, steps light and quiet as to not startle the lady again. He greeted her with a welcoming smile and a bow. "My Lady I would like to welcome you to the ball- I apologize for the sudden introduction but I am Sir Mathias Larsen." He glance back seeing both of the ladies he had been talking to were looking at them. He could clearly see both seemed unhappy. "And I am in need of your help."

"I so desperately need a way out of a predicament. Would you grant me the honors of escorting you to perhaps the food tables, Lady...?" Mathias looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping that she would say yes. Escorting her to the food tables would give him enough distance and time for them to lose interest and move on to their next victim.

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As soon as she was alone by the wine table Nahir let out the breath that she had been holding for what seemed forever. The sweet aroma of the wine tickled Nahir's nose as she inhaled. Her shoulders seemed to relax a bit as she picked up one of the wine glasses and put it up to her lips with a shaky hand. She thought she'd be able to hold out for the night, or at least long enough until everyone got drunk enough to not pay much attention to Nahir so she could sneak out to one of the empty music rooms.

Wine would have to do for now.

Her brief greeting with the Prince and Princess of Varian had been pleasant enough, checking off some of her many boxes of the mental list she had made. She still had to introduce herself to the Caesonian Princes but the two were currently with their father. King Edin also looked busy talking to two of his sons so now wouldn't be the best time to approach, especially after seeing the two Princes' faces. During her various stays in the palace, Nahir had the... pleasure of enjoying the King's company during dinner. He had been rather crass and easy to read. She had figured out pretty quickly that the man had the largest ego of anyone she had met- and Nahir lived with the Grand Vizier. Queen Alibeth, on the other hand, was more agreeable than her husband. She felt for the woman now watching how she reacted to whatever her husband was saying.

And then there was Prince Wulfric and his sister. Nahir knew very little about the prince, or any of them aside from the fact they were royalty. While she was not particularly worried about Mayet, she was more concerned about the Prince. From her spot, she could tell that Mayet's interest had already been peaked, and the young woman was not the best at being coy. Nahir admired her sister for being upfront and honest, but there was always a time and place to be that and not to be.

But anyone who could not accept Mayet was not worthy of her.

Nahir looked away from the King and Queen when she felt eyes on her. She turned to see a familiar and welcoming face approach her. An easy smile graced her lips when she spotted Saiya. Nahir allowed herself to crack open a door with a sigh of relief as her friend settled next to her.

"And it has just begun, my dear." Nahir looked at the woman next to her. Saiya had become one of her closest and more valued friends in the past years after Esrin passed away. They had mourned and healed together, something that Nahir treasured in her heart.

"I-" Nahir looked down at the wine glass. She had been so afraid at the moment. Seeing her father fall like that and the guards react so quickly- she had thought the worse those few seconds. Two people close to her had already been taken away from her and she did not wish for her father to be another. "I'm fine." She smiled at her friend again, putting the glass down on the table again and reaching over to take Saiya's free hand. "Are you alright?" Her eyes soften a bit and it almost felt like they were teenagers again at one of the balls back home. "You look amazing Saiya, beautiful really." She gave her hand a small squeeze before letting her go.

"You should go on and mingle, don't worry about me- you know I can take care of myself. My father and uncle will probably keep an eye out for my brothers and sisters." Nahir looked over to Layla, wondering what she could be thinking after their father's lecture. "I'll keep an eye on them too, so you relax and have some fun." Nahir hooked their arms together and held her almost empty glass of wine. "Anyone caught your eye?" Nahir turned to look towards the ballroom then at Saiya with an excited smile.

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Nahir wasn't surprised when she heard her father scolding Mayet and Layla. Both of them were always so quick to act rather than to wait and assess the situation. While Mayet was the youngest of the three daughters, her behavior could be excused but Layla- she was supposed to be the example. The nod the Sultan had given her told her that she had been right in keeping quiet and not drawing attention to herself- sparing her from the Sultan's angry scolding and public humiliation in front of the royals and nobles of the other two kingdoms. Amir seemed to have the same idea as her, but he'd been more outspoken and public about his own opinions, Nahir had shot her older brother a glare as he had finished his speech but covered it with a smile before anyone could look at her. Now the other royals would see him as the more merciful one and more fit to become the next Sultan. Thankfully, it didn't matter what others thought.

The punishment her father settled for was probably meant for Layla and Mayet as well. Nahir on the other hand wondered if she could perhaps convince the Duke to bring his ferret along for one of the dinners. Kayra, her Bombay cat, would love a playmate aside from Nala during their stay here. But that would come later, seeing at the Duke was still a mess on the floor and was being surrounded by others.

The second Shehzadi stayed close by her father's side but far enough for others to ignore her, looking at every noble and royal that approached the Sultan analyzing everything about them. From their choice of clothing to their hair and the way they attempted and butchered the Alidasht bow. It wasn't only those who approached her father but also her siblings. Mayet and Munir were quick to forget the whole ordeal and go on their way to mingle with the foreign nobles as if they hadn't been demanding blood be spilled over the ballroom floor. Amir had also excused himself, going off to tables of food.

She had stayed quiet, silently judging everyone with a critical eye until her father dismissed himself. Nahir turned to her father, bowing perfectly and staying bowed until her father left. She straightened out, examining those around her for a second before approaching the small group.

Both the Prince and Princess of Varian along with their companions had approached the Sultan to introduce themselves all the while Nahir stood to the side silently. When her father excused himself, she was left there alone with them. She had stayed quiet until her father was gone.

"His Royal Highness, Prince Felix, Lady Thea, and Lord Leo it is a pleasure to meet you." Nahir turned to look at the prince of Varian, examining the pale features of the prince before moving to Lady Thea. She could see some resemblance between her and Lord Leo. "Her Royal Highness Princess Beatrice," She smiled now, golden eyes looking over the princess' dress and delicate features. "The rumors are true of your beauty, I do hope my dear sisters did not sour the evening. The night is still young and there is plenty of wine to continue the celebrations."

Nahir could see Lady Thea's brother from the corner of her eyes as she spoke to the Princess of Varian but she did not wish to engage him directly- at least not yet. "Please extend my apology to Duke Lorenzo and his daughter, I am afraid if I approach the man right now I will spook him further than my dear sister Mayet already has." There was real concern in her voice as she continued to play the pacifist.

"Now if you could excuse me, I have to try the Caesonia wine and hope sweet and strong as they say." She smiled again, glancing at the Heir of Stravy before taking her leave in search of wine and a second to gather her thoughts.

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The events that transpired in the span of a few minutes had stunned the Knight of Varian. His gloved hand rested tentatively on the hilt of the small dagger at his waist, watching with everyone else as Sultan Raif and the rest of the nobles tried to delegate a punishment for Duke Vikena. Mathias felt for the poor man, while he was not versed in the politics and gossip of this court, he was aware of what had happened to Lorenzo. The passing of his wife had shocked so many people in this Kingdom and had reached the Varian court in just a few weeks. Mathias sympathized with the man in that regard, but as a noble, he should have been educated on who would be attending the ball, especially when the Alidasht were the guests of honor and it looked like the rumors of their temperament were true- partly true.

Person after person approached the Alidasht's ruined entrance in hopes of pushing a foot in, drawing some attention towards themselves, defending Lorenzo, or just to butt in. By the time Sultan Raif was ready to announce his decision in the matter, Mathias had concluded that there would be no blood spilled tonight. With a crisis averted thanks to the Sultan's light and yet cruel punishment Mathias made his way towards one of the servants carrying flutes of champagne.

Mathias could only hope that Lukas wouldn't grow up to be that impulsive - or entitled. He would not stand if his son thought others less than him, no matter their class, sex - anything just because he was a noble. Mathias was always careful when Lukas began to show any signs of being spoiled. Sir Oliver loved to give his son gifts, always saying that Lukas would grow up to be a good knight or noble or even a prince. It worried Mathias that his son would come to hate him due to his own upbringing. So instead of leaving Lukas with Oliver in the Larsen manor, he brought his son with him. While he was here not on duty, but as a guest thanks to Sir Oliver, Mathias would have more time to watch Lukas and enjoy the month-long break for his duties.

Fortunately, Mathias decided that a ball would not be a suitable place for a three-year-old so Lukas stayed in Mathia's designated room with his nanny, Emma. If Lukas had been here while the Alidasht were demanding heads he would be the first one out of the ballroom if blood had been drawn.

After taking one of the flutes that the servant offered him, Mathias began to walk around the ball now that the music returned and other nobles began to talk again. Most likely about the events that had transpired in the last few minutes. He'd only been a noble himself for a few years now, and Mathias still had trouble finding the correct etiquette when he was left alone to roam with others. He considered returning to the side of King and Queen Camille but he was not on duty and they would most likely dismiss him and encourage him to mingle.

"You would have loved this." Mathias looked around him. The dresses, the drama, the food- everything. Karla would have been thrilled to see the Alidasht royal family and taste the food of Caesonia. He raised his flute slightly, toasting to his late wife before taking a sip of the champagne. His nose wrinkled and his brows furrowed together. Gods, he hated the taste of champagne.
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