mchrani

[mchrani]

charlestudor:

ℭharles raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised that the maharani was returning his flirtations, even if it was couched in subtlety. If she truly was unmarried, she had the most to lose by playing along with his little game. And that just made this exchange all the more exciting. This afternoon was turning out to be far more tantalizing than he’d initially expected. The danger of such a liaison thrilled him far more than maps and discussions of warfare ever could. This was his religion, his creed.

❝ Yes, ❞ he agreed, with a smirk, teeth skimming his bottom lip, his implications crystal clear. ❝ Dangerous in the right hands. ❞

He nodded along as she gave him her opinion of Italy. ❝ Intriguing indeed, ❞ he replied, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him, ❝ though the people I’ve met have been even more so than the city itself. ❞ ·

He briefly and inexplicably wondered where his betrothed was, and what she was doing. If she was being bored half to death by his mother dearest or if she’d gone in search of her own brother. And what she would think of him now. He quickly dismissed this thought. When had it ever mattered to him what Isabella thought of him? Why should it now?

❝ The Temple of the Vestas it is, then. ❞ Charles replied, the maharani’s suggestion pulling him from his own thoughts. ❝ Would you like to go now, or perhaps arrange a visit at a later time? ❞ He had other impending obligations, and he was sure she did too. But he wouldn’t mind not meeting his obligations, as he frequently did. This was more-so a test, to better understand Esra’s disposition and temperament. The woman she was.

An amused smile stretching her lips was the only reply to his implications. Dangerous, indeed. But, some light flirtation never really hurt anyone, has it? It was a fun way to pass the time and, while she was certainly the romantic type whose heart can be easily swayed ( at least when flirtations were in question. if her feelings for someone were deep and true, then nothing could sway her ), she was not foolish enough to delude herself about the men - or women - who flirted with her ; and prince Charles was just one in the long line of those charming men. Still, unused to keep her tongue in check, she relented and retorted ; “Lethal in the wrong hands.”

Nodding at his words, Esra agreed. Yes, the people were absolutely intriguing. Many peoples mingled together, a sea of attires in different styles and colours indicating the countries they came from. The sharing of cultures, the way everyone seemed to put their differences aside and come together for a stroll, or watching the carnival, was breathtaking. It seemed like a utopia coming alive, and it seemed so effortless and easy - it made her wonder why no one thought of doing it sooner. So many wars and conflicts could’ve been avoided this way - but, perhaps she was just idealistic. It’s been a long while since she last felt this way about the world.·“Agreed! Everyone seems to be in a good mood today. It’s nice to see that people can get along without any outbursts or violence.”

Pursing her lips, Esra gave it a quick consideration. Was she doing anything for the rest of the day? Well, not really. She will end up keeping her brother’s company, and she does that every day. Besides, if they arrange a meeting for a latter time... now that strings along some other implications and she was not as free to ponder them as she would’ve liked ; and she was certain the prince had a similar predicament. “I don’t mind going now, if you’re willing, or available, to accompany me?”

#c: charles

[mchrani]

salihasvltan:

♠

Venturing into the maze had been a challenge from Atike - a simple race to see who could reach the center of the maze first. As Saliha admired the performance in front of her, she waited for her opportunity to gloat. Being away from home had given the young woman a chance to spread her wings, but it didn’t diminish her desire to show off.

“I would expect better from trained professionals then,” she responded with slight laughter at Esra’s particular sense of humor. The early morning practices from her childhood had taught her respect was earned through diligence. In public, the noble held her tongue knowing her place however actions spoke louder than words for a reason. “Maybe it’s the charm of this city. Everything at this carnival feels like it was crafted by magic,” she reasoned, allowing herself to suspend disbelief for the day. ·“I think you would make his day. The audience hasn’t been as forgiving as us,” she pointed out, noticing most were focused on the acrobats.

“Do you think he’ll teach me how to juggle?” she asked earnestly, assuming Atike must had gotten lost in the maze with Murad. “Juggling sounds like a good parlor trick to know.” Though she wondered how her grandfather would respond to her vision of juggling knives.

She would expect better from trained professionals as well, but it was a fun thought to entertain - for her, to have such a power ; it was better than all the riches of the world. Of course, that may have been the vain romantic in her speaking - desiring for the ability to level anyone and everyone to the ground with nothing more than her wit and charms. A smile bloomed on her lips and she chuckled, but surveying her surroundings, Esra found herself agreeing with Saliha. Italy certainly seemed to be magical - the ice, and the chill, and the acrobats, all serving to draw people in like moths to a flame. “I like a little magic. Seems like we need it to brighten up our days.” She commented.

Her chuckle turned into a soft laughter, but she hummed in agreement nonetheless. “Oh, I know. Common people seem to be helpless against my charms. It is the high born people who seem to resist it.” One high born person in particular. The question that came from Saliha’s mouth took Esra by surprise, eyebrow arched as she pondered the idea. “Hm. He might be willing to teach you, though I do not doubt it would cost you.” For a few extra coins, people were willing to do anything - especially in times as uncertain as these. Chuckling, she nodded. “I would love to see that skill used in a diplomatic meeting. We could always use it to catch someone off guard. Just pop out a few knives and there we go.”

#c: saliha #th: tips & tricks

[mchrani]

suhajan:

The words didn’t sting; had he been a teen again, then she might hold sway over him. After his mother’s death, there was some weakness in him. But his father and fellow brothers made sure there wasn’t anymore. However, behind all his layers, he held some affection for his sister— the only family with his blood. She was his sister, and in some cases, his ward. Instead, he dismissed the gift he had chosen, no longer interested in the value it held. Esra held a point, and his sister was ever the one to point out the imperfections in his plans. Which made sense; she was not just a pawn. So much more, a right hand even.

“I suppose even you outgrow these little jewels. I forget how much you have grown.” His fingers retracted, and he gave a look of dismissal at the vendor. Suhan plucked the trinket from her hands and placed it back. But none of that matter, he turned towards her.

There was a sweet smile on her face, and her eyes glittered with cunning intent. But Suhan knew his sister; shadows were dancing under her eyes, and the smile felt too forced. Their images were overlapping as she bore the weight as his political tool. But in the end, she was so much like his mother, and Suhan was a lot like his father. The thought crossed his mind before he cleared his throat. He’d indulge her nonsense if it kept her amused since they were far from the prying eyes of those around them. If anything went wrong, then he could easily find a way to make sure nothing hindered them. For the time being, the two merely needed to keep up pretenses with the Ottomans. Everyone else was fair game.

“Seems you’ve gained more insight; I wonder who has been teaching you.” Suhan mused before pointing towards the candelabra. Not for her, but for the merchant to pack before he motioned towards the mirror. He conversed only for a minute, the price not bothering him at all. Instead, one of the aides that were nearby would make sure to grab it. They were always near, but not too close. Since Esra, in the past, made a point of wanting space. Suhan agreed as well, seeing as no one could betray him if secrets remained hidden between blood. “Now, perfume? I don’t see any around here. Shall we continue walking? There are fewer people.”

By no means was he giving in to Esra, more so he was patient with her. Suhan had learned at a young age that people were easier to motivate when happy.

Pursing her lips in thought, Esra allowed herself to momentarily be... overwhelmed by childish vanity. “No, no. I never said I did not like it. I simply stated that there might be... other things more suited for a high born man’s taste. Tell me, dearest, would you first notice a pin, or would you notice an alluring scent, something that stays lodged in your consciousness long after the person’s left?” She asked, but it was mostly a retort ; though, she wondered if her brother would respond to it - wondered if he truly understood what she meant. She liked the pin, in a way all women liked things that were meant to beautify them ; she liked the rose gleam of gold and the way the ruby caught the sunlight, shimmering in a pinkish hue.

Her brother’s compliment - or observation, but she chose to see it as a compliment - made her smile turn more honest and wider, and she lightly chuckled, violet eyes sparked up with mirth. “Outgrew? Hardly. I have just grown more picky and demanding. I want something that would... catch my attention, and keep it for longer than a few seconds. If my glance keeps returning to it, then it is without a doubt that someone else’s will as well. Isn’t that what all of this is about, anyway? Rings, and necklaces, and earrings, and pins. Dresses and capes and cloaks. We all dress and accessorise to impress. I just like to do it better than everyone else, Han.” Esra grinned, allowing herself to let the cunning show - she was safe in her brother’s company, and there was no one else around them who could hold it against her.

“Common sense, that’s who.” She replied with a quiet laugh rupturing from her lips. “No one’s taught me. I simply realised that the things which I find most memorable, might actually be things that others find memorable as well. I don’t spend my days or night fantasizing about this lady’s earrings or that man’s ornate headpiece. It’s always the scent which lingers, the allure and mysteriousness around it. The person wearing it could be the plainest, dullest individual in existence, but if their scent is just right, then they could as well be descended from ancient pagan Gods.”

Smile wide, she nodded. “If it’s not a bother, then yes, sure. Besides, I would certainly like to see more of Italy.” She commented, before adding ; “So, what do you think of everyone so far? Anyone caught your attention?”

#c: suhan #( both brother & friend )

[mchrani]

charlestudor:

❝ I suppose, ❞ Charles reluctantly conceded, ❝ though, ❞ and this he said slowly with a smirk, ❝ there are other ways to demonstrate power that I, for one, much prefer. ❞ He took an elaborate step closer, close enough to scandalize his mother, his sister, and the entire Roman Catholic Church, close enough to lean in and whisper, ❝ And that are far more… entertaining, to boot. ❞

This was, he supposed, his speciality. If seducers made the best kings, the entire continent of Europe might one day be his. But he knew that this was, more likely than not, all for show. The woman standing before him seemed far too high-born and was clearly unmarried, a group less likely to be fooled by his machinations. But there was always a chance.

❝ ‘Tis truly a pleasure to meet me indeed, ❞ Charles replied with a wink. But inside, he was reeling. This was the kind of moment that made him feel an inkling of something akin to regret, for missing all of his diplomacy lessons as of late. He knew next-to-nothing about the Mughal Empire and their social customs. He wasn’t even entirely sure what a maharani was, and he’d never dream of asking.

❝ How do you find Italy- ❞ he paused, unsure of how to address the woman before him. He frowned slightly, thinking fast, and decided that the best bet was to use her name, courtesy be damned. ❝ Esra? ❞

❝ And what can I do to improve your experience? ❞ Charles added. He knew he was taking a gamble by coming on so strong, but it was a risk he was more than willing to take.

Her expression was kept perfectly neutral, but there was a... shiver creeping up her spine as he leaned in closer. Arching an eyebrow in mild amusement ( at least she made it look like amusement, but only thanks to her years long practice in keeping all her facial expressions mysterious and neutral. it was dangerous for a man to show his... interest. and for a woman? it was absolutely fatal. ). “I would reckon deadly as well.” She cooed, lip curling upwards, tone bordering on conspiratorial.

If this was the prince’s way of flirting, it was working pretty well. But, she was always easy to seduce. Keeping her interest, though? Now that was a herculean task. Still, Cihangir never attempted to woo her like this - and she was more than aware that this was exactly what the prince said it was ; a display of power. But, that did not mean she can’t entertain it, or enjoy it ( so long as it doesn’t get to her head. suhan would never approve of it - his eyes are set on a much more... elusive prize. and a much bigger empire. ). It was an interesting way to start this... tour around Rome - every girl dreams of keeping a prince’s company, and one could never be sure just when those connections could come in handy. Perhaps it wouldn’t be a horrible idea to play along with him, maybe strike a friendship. Esra had always been the kind who liked keeping all of her options open. What if the situation with the Ottomans change? What if it doesn’t? It was always wise to have more than one friend in a different country - even if it is of the opposing alliance.

The question left her with a soft purse of her lips. How did she find Italy? Well, she hadn’t seen much of it to truly judge ; “What I have seen of it so far? It is intriguing. The architecture is so... sharp. I think I like it.” She replied, before she turned her soft smile towards him. “And how do you find it, Charles?” It was a dangerous game indeed, courtesy flying out the window - but it was so entertaining.

Oh, how fun! A gentleman, as well as a flirt! “Hm. Perhaps you could accompany me to the Forro Romano? I heard it is spectacular, especially the Temple of the Vestas.” She offered.

#c: charles

[mchrani]

suhajan:

A single glance down, and he could see his sister’s eyes glitter with fascination. They remained unmatched by any of the expensive gems that lay on silk and presented at the stalls. After all, Suhan made sure his only sister outshined such treasures. Even in Italy, he noticed how noblemen looked at her with a carnal desire. However, he steered her from such low-grade scum. Instead, they walked along the road that wasn’t too steep. Suhan watched their surroundings, a vigilant gaze that looked for the slightest movement. He could never be too careful when there was plenty of factions within a meeting of many countries.

However, his train of thought halted when she pulled him by the arm. For a moment, he forgot that she was still young. Unable to stop herself from being blinded by the frosty sights. The two began to walk towards the stall Esra found, snow falling all around them. Suhan acted out of habit and lifted his arm from his sister’s embrace. The swift movement, from an outsider’s perspective, could be deemed as distance. But the two knew better. Suhan’s fur coat in a manner of a shield from the weather until they reached their destination.

“Âbji, you’re impatient. Must you always rush?” He used their mother-tongue to refer to her, albeit informally. They shared royal blood in their veins, but Suhan preferred keeping their ties close. If his sister placed his loyalties elsewhere, then he would find himself in a predicament. So despite scolding her, Suhan softened his tone, and then a soft smile began to tug at the corners of his lips. The wrinkles on the corners of his eyes appear as he begins to push her along the right path. To anyone’s standards, the faint expression seemed to be genuine. But true intentions lay behind the harmless facade as his fingers reached out to grab one of the aforementioned items. Suhan hummed to himself before clicking his tongue and reached for a gilded hairpin instead. “The endless winter will not fade, nor will the festival. Our hosts would hate it if all of us stayed indoors. Perhaps we should obtain you a trinket to show him—”

The vendor watched the two, a simple merchant. But one could never be sure with the eyes of many empires around them. So he made sure to speak quietly to his sister.

“Hmm, we can make this work.” He held the hairpin to her lengthy hair; on the rose-gold accessory, rubies were decorating it. They glowed beautifully, and he glanced at Esra. “What do you think? I will still get you the mirror you desire too. After all, hard work deserves rewards, right?”

Sometimes, she would forget the age gap between them - how serious her brother was ; it didn’t mean she was childish or immature - but, she didn’t see the point in being perpetually tense and calculating ( when they were among the Ottomans, then yes, of course. she did not trust them as far as she could throw them, but perhaps that stemmed from her distrust as a someone being born and raised in nobility - she knows what their smiles mean and she knows they are rarely sincere ). But, to be quite fair, she did not see the point in acting that way in a market place. It is not like anyone would dare to assassinate them in broad daylight, with so many people around them. Still, Suhan followed with only minimal complaining, both stemming from his posture and the soft words he uttered, quietly scolding, but she knew it was only half-hearted.

“I am not getting younger, Suhan. I have to walk fast, or else someone might get to the object before me and I do want to take a good look at it, undisturbed by others.” She pouted, though a smile was already blooming on her lips - it was easy spending time with her brother ; he understood her better than anyone else and she liked to think she understood him better than most - that came in handy when she needed to discern if he was really angry at her, or just... fondly exasperated.

Ah. So that was why he’d agreed to come along. One day - just the one ; that was all she asked for. One day of not having to worry about how to reel in her crush and the current object of her brother’s political interest. Sure, it was her who would have to marry him, but... so far, she had no objections ( and she had a very damning sense that her feelings about this are of absolutely no importance, or validity, at all ). Her violet gaze followed the pin, lips pursed in thought - and for the sake of her brother and the general mood, her smile turned more excited as she observed the trinket. It was a pretty pin, after all ; rose gold with ruby - it complimented her obsidian hair to perfection. “Oh, it’s divine!” Esra exclaimed.

“I hardly did anything yet. I love the mirror, though. And the pin. But, I don’t think he is the kind of man who can easily swayed by a new pin decorating my hair. He is not a romantic in his heart and soul. He does not appreciate the aesthetic, as much as we do, Han.” She pursed her lips in thought. “No... If we want to play this right, perhaps something... more ensnaring to the senses. I was thinking a perfume, rather. It is subtle, but it lingers longer than a tacky hairpin.”

#c: suhan #th: icy #( both brother & friend ) #assassination tw #just... to be safe #tho it's barely a mention

[mchrani]

tips & tricks

location : Rome, Italy ; the winter carnival - the maze. closed for : @salihasvltan​

It was a decent show. Rome certainly went out on their limbs to make the extravagance look good instead of tacky. The carnival had that cold sort of merriment, where she found herself paying close attention to the smiles of the performers. Maybe she was just skittish - it’s been a long, long and bumpy travel, and she barely had enough time to rest before the excitement of a new culture and new people kicked her into motion.

For the time being, she was more than content to spend her time among the familiar people, either opting to tag along with her brother, or to seek out any of the ladies of the Ottoman court, whom she was friendly with ( normally, she would have hogged Cihangir for his attention, but... something in her whispered that her incessant batting of her eyelashes in his direction was a little more than counterproductive ).

Sitting in the centre of the maze with a familiar lady, Esra nursed a warm cup of seasoned red wine, enjoying the unusual taste of it. Violet eyes narrowed attentively as she watched the acrobats and jugglers, lips pursed in thought as she leaned to the side to speak to her friend. “I’m surprised none of them lost their balance ; or failed at juggling. Statistically speaking, it should be near impossible to be this perfect.” She hummed, before a light smile bloomed on her face, glancing at Saliha. “Do you think if I smile to the clown he’ll make an error and involuntarily cause chaos?”

#c: saliha #th: tips & tricks #closed for saliha sultan #5 000 years late

[mchrani]

charlestudor:

𝓣he stalls set up at the winter carnival were an opportunity for both the people of Italy as well as their esteemed guests to explore and discover the treasures and cultures of the world’s wide variety of kingdoms and empires. Charles had… his own interpretation of what that meant exactly, as he went from stall to stall, trying Japanese sake, Korean soju, French wine, and finding himself particularly fond of Russian vodka. A group of his father’s advisors soon encircled him, chittering nervously as they steered him subtly towards more sober stalls. Charles was in a good mood, so he played along. He was to go skating later after all, and it was best for him to remain at least somewhat sober, in case the opportunity for some kind of competition arose.

In particular, he found himself drawn to a set of rings at one stall—Roman rings by their style. He picked up the shiniest ring on display—a gold band with a dark ruby inlaid and swords, eagles, and crosses carved all around. A woman spoke to him, a woman with dark hair and an accent he couldn’t quite place, whose haughty countenance gave away her social standing to him immediately.

❝ Why bother? ❞ ·Charles quipped, in response to her suggestion. From his cloak, he brandished a drawstring bag, dumping out some of its contents rather unceremoniously in front of the merchant standing before the both of them. ·❝ Even? ❞ ·He asked the merchant, who glanced down at the pile of coins before him before nodding vigorously.

❝ Fortunately, I have no need to quibble over small sums, ❞ ·Charles said as he slid the ring onto his index finger and turned his attention back to the woman next to him. ·❝ But I’m forgetting myself, ❞ ·he said, the sparkle of amusement in his eyes the only clue that this performance was a jest. ·❝ We’ve not been properly introduced. My governess would be furious at our lack of social decorum. I’m Charles Tudor, Prince of Wales. ❞

To say Esra was amused by the man’s apparent display of wealth and importance, would be a colossal understatement. The ‘why bother?’ was truly a remarkable thing to say - and it only goes to show how some people are vastly underestimating the situation they’ve all currently found themselves in. She was no better, though ; she tended to overpay for things as well, but this was a new and shiny country, and she couldn’t really go out of her budget on the first day. Suhan would not be very pleased if she came back to their shared quarters with an entire chest overflowing with baubles she’s purchased - and the baubles she didn’t really need. “Sometimes, bartering around the price is not only about the price itself. It’s an equal play of power like any witty remarks made during councils. If I can get a desired item at a cheaper price, why should I pay the full sum?” It was more of a retort than a question, but she wondered if the man would answer.

The maharani averted her eyes to the objects in display - rings, earrings, necklaces, all varying in antiquity, colours of precious gems and metals they were made of - while he made his purchase. It was impolite to stare and she wasn’t one of the ladies who could be easily wooed by the peacock-y display of wealth. Lord Himself knew what was it that wooed her in the end, but it was equal parts amusing and interesting to realise what it was, in the end.

Softly chuckling, the maharani inclined her head in a court bow. “Governesses tend to do that. They expect us to wear our entire family lineage pinned to our chests.” Yes, the horrors of having a tutor whose only purpose in life was to recite the names and connections of all the monarchs in the world - no doubt such creatures were always daft to more savvy subjects ; since all the space in their brain was taken up with names and lineages dating back to the antiquity. “A pleasure to meet you, your highness. I’m Esra Gukani, maharani of the Mughal empire.” The introduction felt more like a recital of tedious and, quite frankly, pointless courtly etiquette.

#c: charles #the sass from your gif is truly chef's kiss

[mchrani]

location : Rome, Italy. the winter’s fair. closed for : @charlestudor​

No one could say that the brisk air was anything other than refreshing ; or bone chilling. There was something clean about it, the icy breeze which froze even her hot temper and downright burned her nostrils whenever she’d inhale - it smelt of deep, dark forests and snow capped mountains ; there was certainly something romantic in it, in the imagery which suddenly fluttered before her eyes, embedding itself in her brain. It was a pretty picture - maybe she could pick up painting again, if only to capture it on canvas ( she didn’t trust others to do it well, and so must be the one who brings her imagination to life. she’s always had an eye for details ; and no one could do it to be as perfect as she could ) - lord knows she could use a hobby.

Meandering through the stalls, the maharani watched with obvious interest at the items carefully put on display, to draw in customers ; jewels aptly placed to shine just right under a certain light, sliver and gold polished to almost blinding perfection, fabrics strewn across the tables, the silver and gold threads in them accentuating the vibrancy of the colours... it was a good trick. Excellent marketing. Shame it did not work on her - mainly because it was quite difficult to please her keen eye and her standards ; the pricier the object, the usually it was tackier - and, believe it or not, less sturdy and with a much lesser quality to price ratio. But, while she was hard to please, she still had her vices - and this particular vice came in form of a leather bound notebook ; undoubtedly veal leather, with old, parchment pages rather than the usual paper. It was undoubtedly expensive - and it was absolutely perfect for her herbarium. She had been meaning to start pressing flowers and plants, scribbling down their healing properties ; she had loved and tended to her garden since she was fifteen... but, now it was the time for her to expand her knowledge on herbs.

Bartering with the merchant, Esra has managed to lower down the price of the leather bound book by almost a half - her wits and endless dedication to either flirt or annoy men into submission, paying off to a fault every time. Well... almost every time. She tried to flirt Cihangir into submission. Maybe she should change tactics and annoy him into marriage. Hm. Perhaps.

A glint of copper drew her attention from the book in her lap, and to a man - lord, or prince, or something equally dignified, given his pristine looks - to her right, eyeing a, frankly speaking, absurdly overpriced item.

Snorting in what was undoubtedly amusement, Esra arched her eyebrow in his direction, a tender smile gracing her lips ; violet eyes sparked up with amusement. “Surely, you are going to lower the price of that trinket if you’re determined on buying? Cut the price in half and it’s still more than it’s worth.”

#c: charles #closed starter for charles tudor

[mchrani]

icy

location : Rome, Italy. the fair. closed for : @suhajan​

She’s never experienced weather this cold - the kind of chill that feels like someone’s constantly pinching her cheeks and the tip of her nose ; the kind of cold that both dries her eyes and makes them water, occasional involuntary tears pooling at the corners, spilling whenever she would blink. It was the kind of cold that made her feel like she’d never be warm again, and that damned chilled breeze that coiled around the buildings, swept through the streets and wrapped around her, seeping though her thick, fur lined coat, had truly started to vex her. But, there was beauty in all this ice, something both romantic and cruel about it, that made the, what would have otherwise been quite sour, mood all the more lighter, putting a soft smile on her lips as she meandered through the streets, arm laced though her brother’s, bodies close in an attempt to steal some of his warmth.

Still, it was a rather beautiful day, despite the chill and the absurdly weak glow of the Sun ( she missed the heat - but, so long it was not too hot. all was well when the weather was in good measure - not too cold, but not too hot, either. she’s always preferred the warmth of spring and the soft chill of autumn, to the unbearable heat of the summer and equally ferocious chill of the winter. ). Shoulder pressed to against her brother’s arm, Esra hummed as they walked, gaze gliding over the vendors and the merchandise they sell. “It’s so lively today. I didn’t expect there would be so many people out, not with all this frost around us.” She spoke, tone soft, thinly veiling to curiosity laced through her words. “Though, I suppose it adds to the charm. It is a winter’s fair, after all.”

Dark, violet eyes fixed upon a stand with various objects, trinkets really, a sea of gold, silver and bronze gleaming in the morning’s light. Various jewels and gems called for her, but there was one peculiarly shaped item that drew her attention, and an excited sound left her lips. “Oh! Do you see that silver-and-gold mirror? It looks so interesting! Do you mind if we took a peek at it?” She turned to her brother, tugging at his arms, already dragging him in towards the stand. “And I think I saw a candelabra that would look just perfect on your desk!”

#th: icy #c: suhan #( both brother & friend ) #closed starter for suhan gukani

[mchrani]

Hello, everyone! This is my second baby, the maharani of the Mughal empire, Esra Gukani. She’s a Libra, very confused about everything that isn’t politics and being the greatest little sister known to mankind! She’s very romantic, very shrewd and very chaotic sometimes, but don’t let that intimidate you! While she’s intelligent af, she’s also an idiot. To cut it short, you can find more about her character here, and the wanted connections here!

#introductory post

[mchrani]

Yennefer of Vengerberg | 01x07 ➤ Before a Fall

#( smiles buried in the sand ) #face : the warm gleam of cold obsidian