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rhaenyraslaena · 13 days
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Duty is the Death of Love Chapter XI
Visitors in The Night
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“I support your choice in whoever you deem fit to represent you in Damascus.” Eulalia’s own words have descended into whispers that are merely for the hearing of the king before a gasp is soon to part her lips upon the feeling of the tightening of his fingers upon her arm – an indication that this is not merely concern for her safety but his words are to serve as a command as well.
“I forbid you from undertaking such a journey, Eulalia” The firmness within his voice is deepened with the heavy echoing of Baldwin’s mask though yet the words are merely within the hearing of Eulalia, her body now feeling the pressure of the grown intensity of his words – the very kind of protective ferocity that would have been a display all too open within the years of their adolescence.
“The journey to Damascus is far too uncertain, you could be struck down by an enemy that is Muslim or Christian.” Eulalia feels the waves of the intensity of the protectiveness that Baldwin conveys beyond the disguise of his mask – an ever existing reflection of those impassioned cries that had torn themselves from his lips upon the victories within battle.
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rhaenyraslaena · 10 months
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Duty is the Death of Love Chapter VIII
The Plague of Heaven
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Between the white gloved fingers a rosary of carnelian and turquoise beads is held gingerly, accompanied by a cross of shining, polished olive wood rosary with the body of Christ ornately carved into it.
A gift from Eulalia in their years of childhood – apparently she had managed to find a beautiful collection of carnelian and turquoise to shape and polish, before stranding the beads together, and carving the crucifixion out of the wood herself. A girl of ten years with fingers torn and ragged by hours of creation and carving, her smile as warm as the summer she had given to him.
“Oh, you’re really quite terrible at your prayers, Baldwin! Especially your Latin and your Greek! This is to help you.” She had teased him so relentlessly for it – the piousness did not come with as much ease to him as it did with members of his family. “You’re heir to the Kingdom of Jerusalem – the best one there would ever be if you studied your prayers.”
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rhaenyraslaena · 8 months
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Duty is the Death of Love Chapter X
Dreams of Summer
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“It is not your fault that these men choose to be vile nor do you have the power to put them into their places.”
There exists very little certainty in Eulalia for her ability to soothe over the depths of the guilt that are burrowed deep within Baldwin –merely a teen with the entirety of a kingdom on his shoulders and the threat of a fatal illness that shadows each and every step.
“Two years. Two years and then you are able to take full power.” Her whispers are of gentle reassurance pressing against his skin, her fingers ever lightly pulling through the pale gold of his hair and with particular fondness for the curls that tease the tops of his shoulders.
“It will be much better when we are wed next year.” A mutter of admittance just beneath his breath and his glimmering azure bright eyes fluttering closed with the comfort of the stroking of his hair – a moment none too complicated, with only the two of them widen the gardens . . . But a moment of paradise. “I can wait for the age of my majority. . . But our marriage cannot arrive soon enough.”
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rhaenyraslaena · 8 months
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Duty is the Death of Love Chapter IX
Jerusalem Beckons
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“I do not recognize these banners, Eulalia. Might you recognize them because you are the princess that is most properly trained in court etiquette and knowledge?” Marwan reining in his horse in approach to her side is accompanied by a snark laced voice and an inquiring brow raised with curiosity.
“They belong to Godfrey of Ibelin, one of the great knights of Jerusalem.” Though her plain garments of white cotton may disguise her identity as Eulalia of Bethlehem , the growth of annoyance against her features is curbed though she may wish to grant a slap against the skull of her cousin for the mocking tinged commentary. “His banners are very common at court, especially now if he’s made his return from France.”
An utterance of an Aramaic name derogatory in nature for a person of French descent follows with swiftness as Marawn has never held any drop of affection for the nobility of foreign descent that took occupation of the lands upon the creation of the kingdom.
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rhaenyraslaena · 11 months
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Duty is the Death of Love Chapter VII
Bloodlines
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Any silly, hapless defense of her actions in her childhood fall into the rudeness of silence, her eyes never parting from the way that Haytham comes to grasp the kilij between his calloused fingers, the hilt fitting between his fingers with eerie precision, and an even further disturbingly natural grip. As if he is in possession of the knowledge to wield the weapon of a Muslim cavalryman.
“You were wondering about this weapon, yes?” It is a swift shift in the subject, though it is one that pursues her curiosity in the weapon that should have no place in the home of a Tulkarm Christian noble. An offering for her to touch the blade is made in his lift of the kilij to her, a silent kind of beckoning that draws her forward.
“It is not so much the nature of the weapon – I recognize it as a kilij. . . But. . .” The smallest of pauses with her consideration of her next words, lips pressing between her teeth. “But of its origin. It would have traveled a long way to come into the possession of a noble from Tulkarm.”
“A great many of these artifacts have a great, long history that not many would believe possible.” Her grandfather provides a way of explanation, vague and not at all detailed, and yet hinting to the potential that he may possess a direct connection to this blade himself. “It would shock a great many people if they were to hear of the tales that blades could tell.”
“Tell me, does this blade have a particular story? Would you know of its history?”
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rhaenyraslaena · 1 year
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Duty is the Death of Love
The King and the Princess
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❛ Eulalia of Bethlehem, daughter of Álvaro de Zaragoza, was once promised to the pride and joy of the Kingdom of Jerusalem, King Baldwin IV. But that was a time long ago, now Baldwin is called the Leper and Eulalia is yet to be wed to another. They long for one another and for the love that was stolen away, but duty and pride keep them from pursuing what is true to their hearts.
Baldwin seeks peace for his people, the protection of the innocent, and to be by the one he cherishes most. Eulalia seeks her beloved's desires to be recognized and if that means marriage, then she shall comply.
Their devotion to duty and their kingdom cannot quite keep them away from one another. Drawn to one another in a court of intrigues, knights that speak lies, and a war that threatens the peace that has long kept their kingdom safe. ❜
“Do you recall when Godfrey of Ibelin had to sit you down and remind you to use my royal title of prince all those years ago?” His quiet voice speaks with light amusement in remembrance of the memories, as much a comfort as the warmth of his silk and cloth bound arm accompanying her own. “And now it is only formalities that I hear from your lips. Either ‘your highness’ or ‘my king.’”
Warmth is blossoming behind her cheeks but she does manage soft laughter as their way is made further into the chambers, the scent upon the air becoming sweeter with the scent of cinnamon and tea. She has kept her stride slow to manage him, but he is ever the gentleman and is insistent upon his escort to where they shall sit with one another.
“We were children then and you were not yet crowned king.” Eulalia returns with her own amusement and the slightest tilts of her head. “I did not think you prince or the heir to the kingdom — you were simply Baldwin to me, my closest companion.”
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rhaenyraslaena · 1 year
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Duty is the Death of Love Chapter II
The Lioness
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“Through my ambition, you see.” An explanation of simplicity as if it is an image with clarity of a day filled with azure skies and no clouds. “My children gave me ambition — I had to protect them and secure their futures. I still do.”
The implication that is veiled by her last statement brings gooseflesh along her arms, further made cooler with the night’s sweet breeze. Her elder siblings by Jocelyn have been long and well wedded to matches that had delivered influence and wealth into their household — does there exist an insecurity to their noble house that she does not hold awareness of?
“What else could you be ambitious for—?
A silencing of the question upon her lips as she is drawn into the slight warmth of slender arms, a carefully manicured and ring laden finger pressing against the softness of her lips. “Shh. Even I must keep some of my secrets away from you, Princess.”
“I. . . trust that you do not threaten the peace of our kingdom. That is all that I ask of you, from a princess to a lady.”
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rhaenyraslaena · 1 year
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Duty is the Death of Love Chapter III
Of Betrothals and Alliances
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“Your eyes told another story, Princess.” His voice is more amusement than warning, arms arriving atop of his desk and his chin is leant against the knuckles of fingers woven within one another. “They may think themselves as bribing me for their protection — they’re desperate with enemies coming from multiple sides — but I do not intend to pocket the money myself.”
“Then by giving it to me, are you saying that I should use this gold myself?” She questions with half amused bemusement that the gold is not insignificant in price and would be well worth a dowry or perhaps payment for a wedding to emerge in the future.
“I have no need for the gold.” He shrugged his shoulders as if an old lion would shrug its own shoulders and give the fiercest of yawns before settling into golden grasses, stretched for a long and most pleasurable nap. “Your mother Bethania hails from Tulkarm, yes? I know that dinar is common there in currency.”
“Perhaps I shall take you up on this offer and use it for my wedding then.”
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rhaenyraslaena · 1 year
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Duty is the Death of Love Chapter VI
Affection Realized
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“Eulalia. Have you come for me?”
His voice is the singular welcome interruption in the privy of her thoughts as she departs her gaze from the ornate mosaic work that washes the chamber in shades of blue. His mask does very little in the way of disguising even the merest excitement within his voice, his bandaged and silk entwined arms ushering her to him in display of enthusiasm.
“It appears that I am not so skillful in hiding my intentions.” Without a hint of hesitance in her gait, Eulalia joins Baldwin, breath catching suddenly on her lips when a bandaged clad hand wraps itself about her wrist with a tender kind of affection.
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rhaenyraslaena · 1 year
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Duty is the Death of Love Chapter V
Only Human
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“He, like myself, was one of the practically wild children running loose in the palace.”The explanation is provided from Eulalia herself this time, her freshly brushed curls brushing at the bottom of her back. The lightness of a smile curls her lips despite the stream of tears that had long stained her cheeks. “A dear childhood friend of mine, he was the son of one of the physicians to King Amalric.”
“Are you quite sure that you are remembering our shared childhood correctly? I was a very studious child, always at my father’s side to learn the ways of a courtly physician as you preferred to climb the pomegranate trees and eat to your heart’s content.”
“My lady!” An exclamation of light hearted surprise as Núria stumbles over her feet and lands atop of the bed next to Eulalia, the intricately braided bells within her plaits ringing as she does so. “You couldn’t have been so wicked! Before I was there?” Sun browned fingers tug at Eulalia’s in expression of amused disbelief.
“That is not merely including the times that she would fling the pomegranates at innocent victims.”
“That was one time, Jabir.” Eulalia is firm in her correction, the back of her palm rubbing away the tears that had long gathered at the corners of her eyes. Though the amusement that paints his face is easy to catch sight of even through the obscuring of the screen. “I only had done it because one thought himself to be quite funny to pinch me as I napped.”
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rhaenyraslaena · 1 year
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Duty is the Death of Love Chapter IV
Mosul
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His question is soft and his breaths behind his mask even softer as they both peer into the manuscript of maps that had been initially penned for a distant king of Sicily. Though he is layered in silks and cottons, the slight touch of his chest against her back is a comfort of a warming sensation and further warmed by the hand that has clasped upon one of her knees.
“Ah. You remember that I love the sea.” Eulalia laughs as if she possesses no care within this world, the tips of her fingers tracing about the storied Pillars of Heracles that are illustrated in the west.
“My role as king has not corrupted my mind to the point where I would forget about you.” It is half a declaration, for she does not sense even a hint of anger though there is the appearance of a firmness that has her swallowing back a breath. “I merely wish to know how far you wish to go.”
“Indeed I should like the waters beyond the horizon, where the light gives way into the dark.” A tilt of her head away from the maps and she is searching within his knowing eyes – his bright eyes not jaded by cynicism but brightened with curiosity and need for knowledge. “But Jerusalem. . . This will always be my home.”
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