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vibratingskull · 29 days

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Well if we are doing Thrass...I humbly request: First date with Thrass! Any way you want to do it.

Thrass is on the dating market guys! Come try your chance with the sweetest chiss in the Chaos!

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Thrass xF!reader

Tag: first date, Thrawn being casually aroace (in my fic? who knew?), Thrass is kind of a goofball, fluff

You breathe through your nose, reassuring your grip on your purse straps in your hands. You raise your head lightly to observe passersby.

Chiss...

Haughty and regal.

Barely giving a glance to little you, all alone lying against the street light. You fidget your thumbs, suddenly second-guessing your dress with colorful flowers... Is too much or too little? Are your heels too high? Is your stocking elegant or scandalous? Does your perfume smell good or just reek? Does your coiffure enhance your features as you hoped or does it make you look goofy?

It’s your first date with him, and you want to appear at your best to impress him!

You bite the nail of your thumb, looking around for him.

He is late.

What if he never comes?

What if he forgot about you?

What if he sets you up?

What if-

“(Y/n)’(F/n)! There you are!”

You spin in surprise to discover Mitth’ras’safis approaching with a tranquil pace, raising his hand to you in a greeting. He wears the traditional tunic of his rank, long, elegant, and distinguished. His long hair is impeccably braided.

“Mister Mitth’ras’safis!” You slightly bow to him in your excitation and confusion.

You are so relieved he is here! You press your lips in a thin line as he winces.

“It’s Mitth’ras’safis.” He corrects, “But please, call me Thrass, it will be easier for your vocal cords.”

“Alright, mister... Thrass.” You nod hurriedly.

“Just Thrass please.”

“But you’re a Syndic of the Mitth!”

“Today I did not come to you as a Syndic but as a simple man.” He retorts, “I am merely an ordinary Chiss.”

You nod again, slower, feeling your cheek heating up dangerously and it worsens when you remember the Chiss can see warmth on your skin.

“Then please, call me (Y/n).” You propose back.

“(Y/n)...” He tries your name, his chin in his fingers, testing how your name rolls on his tongue, “It has an exotic sound to it.”

He seems to like it.

He tilts his head with a gentle smile.

“Should we go?” He invites.

You walk alongside one another in silence. You hold on desperately to your purse, trying to calm down your beating heart. You feel yourself sweating with too much tension. You give a side glance to Mitth’ra...

Thrass.

He seems relaxed and calm, a little smile floating on his lips as he looks straight ahead of you both. You’re clearly on two different planets! You gently press a hand against your heart.

You never thought he would accept such rendezvous with you! You are only human after all...

You remember your meeting with him, and how dismissive and distrusting he was. You had the misfortune to mispronounce his full name and he took it very personally! Commander Thrawn tried to mediate the situation but you kept fumbling your poor Cheuhn and Thrass finally left with a terrible first impression of you and you were utterly terrified you might have doomed any future relationships between humans and Chiss!

When you’ve been judged civilized enough to be released in Chiss society, the Mitth family received the responsibility of “taking care” of you, because the Chiss who found and rescued you was Commander Mitth’raw’nuruodo. You have been brought to the Mitth homestead and once again you crossed paths with Mitth’ras’safis and with Thrawn’s support you took the time to apologize for any wrongdoing you might have done towards him in proper Cheuhn this time.

He kept his expression closed and neutral, politely listening to you trying hard to not mangle any words and don’t inadvertently insult anyone’s mother in this difficult language. He stopped you by raising his hand and sighed. He apologized for his harsh demeanor and bad attitude and extended his hand to you. Your gaze traveled back and forth between his hand and face, unsure before tentatively taking it and shaking it with relief.

The Mitth’s Patriarch, Thooraki, chose a job for you, appointing you as aid to syndics of the family.

All of them.

So whenever a syndic needed a file, a datacylinder, or just a cup of caccoleaf it was your job to run everywhere in the building to find it. Mitth’ras’safis didn’t deprive himself of your services and frequently asked for your help.

He just was... nicer to you than the rest of the Syndics.

As much because it was his personality than because you were friends with his brother, or rather you held on to Thrawn as a buoy in the open sea and he, strangely, let it happen. Commander Thrawn was the one who saved your life from the neverending dark and cold of the Universe and was, by far, the most welcoming and open-minded of all the Chiss you encountered until now.

Thrawn was curious about you. You were the only representative of a new species, the only intel he had about this entirely new part of the Chaos and he strategically kept his relationship with you nice and polite. Desperate, you imprinted on him, asking him advice and opinions on everything and he let it happen, patiently, courteously.

And Thrass heard about it.

Thrawn must have come to him at the end of their respective day, telling how the weird alien human came back to him crying once again because she switched another file again today.

Which surprised Thrass because he never saw you cry during the day. He only saw you trying your best all day long, but apparently you took the habit of calling Thrawn each evening to vent.

Which also means somehow Thrawn gave you his personal code to call him, and that point was terribly interesting to Thrass...

Thrawn doesn’t trust easily.

So if he gave you a direct channel to him, he must have studied you thoroughly and judged you trustworthy enough. And whomever Thrawn trusts, Thrass is inclined to trust in return.

It’s the point when Thrass started to look at you more and pick up your little quirks and habits, the way you click your pen when you're nervous, the way you push a strand of hair behind your ear when you’re intently listening to someone, the little “oh!” you let escape when you understand something new...

And slowly, oh so slowly, Thrass started to relax with you. Being more patient, taking time to explain to you why he needed this file or this one when he asked you to retrieve it, while the other syndics just barked at you to find them chop chop! He saluted you when you crossed paths in the corridor and you bowed to him respectfully and, in all honestly, a little afraid. He chatted with you during caccoleaf breaks, helping you around when he found you overwhelmed while trying to sort data.

You always apologized profusely, feeling like a dead weight as he helped you carry data-cylinders into the storage room. He politely said it was nothing and got on his way, letting you finish your tasks.

And today, here you are!

On your first date! Together!

Thrass’ glance slides towards you and he gently smiles at you, making your heart race even quicker.

“Here we are!” He finally announces.

You stop and observe the imposing building in front of you. For the date he proposed you both come up with an activity, and you choose a play.

He is so refined and distinguished it was the only activity worthy of him you could come up with. He let you choose the play and the theater and had the role of guiding you across Csaplar.

The building is tall and large, with glass walls and geometrical oddities as angles. You open your purse to take out the ticket you printed, give his one to Thrass, and enter.

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“(Y/n)’(F/n) speaks highly of you” Thrawn once said to him during one of their Tactica games, during one of his too rare days back at Csilla.

The two brothers where sitting at their favorite bistro, a nice glass of alcohol each and a platter full of different canapes next to the board.

“Does she now?” Thrass responded, taking a sip of alcohol, letting it burn his throat and tongue so deliciously.

“Yes. I hear a lot about you through her.”

“Are you telling me I do not catch up enough with you, my brother?” Thrass teased Thrawn.

“Sometimes she cries when she speaks to me at night, but she always says you magically appear out of nowhere to help her on her feet and move on with her day.”

“I just want the work to get down, simple as that.” He chuckled, trying to understand where Thrawn was getting at.

Thrass took his stingfly and made it cross the board to place it next to his groundlion as Thrawn gaze was lost in the game, thinking 5 steps ahead in his strategy, making his drink twirl in his glass. Thrass contemplated his move one last time, tapped his clock to validate, and threw a tomato canape in his mouth, satisfied with his new Tactica level.

“I suspect... She thinks about you quite a lot.” Thrawn announced with his legendary tact, attacking his flank with his lion.

Thrass swallowed his canape the wrong way.

“Come again?” He coughed.

Thrawn raised his head, looking straight into his red eyes, serious like he had never before.

“You never noticed?”

“How would I have? My head is buried in my files and the only times I go out is for political meetings... Or to meet you.”

“How curious.” Thrawn tilted his head, not understanding, “You are usually better than me for understanding those things.”

“Exactly. It most probably means you misunderstood her.” Thrass patted his lips with a handkerchief in a soothing manner.

“She expressed herself in quite explicit terms.” Thrawn insisted, peacefully sipping his drink as Thrass got more and more distraught, “She left little to interpretation.”

“How explicit?” Thrass asked a little afraid.

Thrawn shakes his head, sorry.

“It is not in my rights to report her words. She should speak her truth herself.”

Thrass sniffed, putting his handkerchief in the pocket of his tunic.

“So what? The human as a little fling, what is it to me?”

Thrawn tilted his head again, squinting his bright red eyes at his older brother.

“I thought you appreciated her in return?” He let Thrass know.

Thrass remained silent, eyes round with surprise and mouth agape.

“What in tarnation... Where did that idea come from?” Thrass finally asked.

“It is a general sentiment you give off. The more times pass, the more her name leaves your mouth, you also hold yourself differently when you speak about her, you appear more... relaxed.”

By reflex Thrass corrected his position, straightening his back and raising his head high like the Syndicure theatrics teached him.

“I do not speak of her that much.” He counters.

“Maybe not so much, but more than before. And your tone is considerably softer, and your eyes...”

“What about my eyes?” Thrass asked with a warning in his voice.

“I just noticed they glow brighter when we speak about her.” Thrawn explains patiently.

Thrass gulped, his throat was going dry.

Thrawn is a master at reading body language. He undercovers entire secrets with a single glance, stripping souls naked before him.

What exactly did he think he saw in Thrass? Because there is no way he was smitten with the alien! Alright she was very hard-working, diligent, and pleasant to be around, her enthusiasm was enjoyable in the tight offices of the Syndicure. Thrass was even ready to admit her little panicked gasps when she realized she lost something on her way was endearing.

Daresay cute.

But to go such length as to say he was into her? Utterly ridiculous!

Thrass opened his mouth to shut down Thrawn definitively but his throat tightened around his rebuttal, stifling any words in his vocal cords, leaving his mouth simply open and completely mute.

He cannot explicitly deny his brother’s claims! Something was preventing him from speaking the truth!

The undeniable truth that he was, in fact, not enamored by the human woman.

Because that is the only truth.

Obviously...

“Like you said, I am not good with those matters.” Thrawn continued, swallowing a cheese canape, “But I know you, my brother. I know how you act towards things you love, and how your voice fluctuates when speaking of people close to your heart. And I simply thought I saw it on you with her.”

Thrawn was obviously trying to smooth the angles with Thrass to not offend him, but Thrass was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even notice how his brother was contorting his words to preserve his honor.

Thrass pressed his hand against his mouth, taking support on his elbow on the table, his mind spinning at 100 miles per hour.

Why can’t he just say the simple words ‘I am not in love with her’?

Coud he be...?

No.

Ridiculous.

Thrawn looked at his brother, febrile on his seat.

“Why not go on a date with her?” He finally asked.

Thrass raised his head to look at Thrawn, is attention piqued.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you obviously have a soft spot for her. Why not give it a try?”

“She is an alien.”

“And you are an alien to her, it did not stop her from falling for you.”

Thrass raised his hand to stop him.

“I am flattered she thinks so highly of me. But she is an alien, and I am a Chiss! Those things do not happen.”

Thrawn appeared more and more confused.

“I do not remember any laws forbidding it?”

“It is not about laws, Thrawn. It is about morality.”

Thrawn looked at me the weirdest he ever did.

“How living your love being against moral laws?”

For a fleeting second Thrass forgot he was talking to Thrawn. Any other Chiss would agree with Thrass at that moment.

But not Thrawn.

Thrawn would never understand...

“You speak of love but you know nothing about it.” As those words left Thrass's mouth he regretted them immediately.

Thrawn seemed to close back over himself, a single line of discontentment crossing his forehead.

“Thrawn, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Thrass immediately presented his excuses.

Thrawn took another canape to eat, his throat’s mucles contracting under his frustration.

“No, you are right.” He said, “This is a sentiment foreign to me. But I know when I witness it, and I witness it in you, my brother. And I would be mournful if you missed a chance to find your other half in life.”

“You are quite a romantic I realize.” Thrass couldn’t help but grin lightly at Thrawn’s choice of words.

“What I am trying to say is: give her a chance Thrass. You might come one day to regret not trying. You have nothing to lose in the end.”

Thrass slowly relaxed, pondering his options. It’s true, in the end, he had nothing to lose. He will not die to spend an afternoon with (Y/n)’(F/n)...

He could even know where he stands with her, why he couldn’t word the simple truth.

“You seem supportive of her.” Thrass investigated.

Thrawn shrugged.

“I got to know her during her stay on my ship on the UAG. She is honest and with a good nature. Like you.”

“You trust her.”

“Indeed I do. She is not a threat to the Ascendancy and I never felt an ounce of violence or darkness emmanating from her.”

“You know what? You are right.” Thrass let out, like transfigured.

Thrawn stopped mid-movement of drinking, not expecting such a drastic change of attitude in such a short time. Thrass didn’t lose a second and took out his comm, typing rapidly.

“Sent! ”

And Thrass seized his Nightbringer on the board and took Thrawn’s lion. Thrawn remained silent, fixated on his brother, completely lost.

“Like you I hate uncertainty.” Thrass explained, “The sooner I meet her, the sooner I will be in the picture. Are you happy?”

Thrawn contemplated his older brother, trying to make sense of that last minute.

“I simply thought you could be a good match.”

“We will learn it soon enough!”

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You exit the theater absolutely exhausted, your brain scrambled. It was a classical play, as you hoped, but consequently with classical Cheuhn.

And you didn’t understand a single line!

You learned the entire Wikipedia pages about it as about the theater you came in to info dump Thrass and impress him but you didn’t understood a single word. You spent the whole play typing feverishly on your questis to translate the lines in common Cheuhn while Thrass tried really, really hard not to explode laughing. But he mastered the neutral face of the politician man long ago, he simply didn’t control the trembling of the rest of his body.

Thrass sighs, satisfied under the artificial sun of Csaplar.

“It was a really good play”

You sniff, sad to not have enjoyed the play as you hoped you would.

“I am really glad you liked it.” You respond.

“A bit too didactic to my liking, but nice nonetheless.”

You turn your head to him, eyebrows raised in a silent question.

“We studied this play at school, I already knew it.”

You open your mouth in shock and suddenly your body slumps, completely demoralized.

“I am sorry Thrass... I just thought-”

You cannot finish your sentence that Thrass explodes laughing in the middle of the street, hands on his knees. You look at him absolutely dumbfounded by his reaction.

“What?”

He tries to stop laughing, to no avail.

“I am sorry! You appeared so distraught back inside, you were trying so hard to follow the play!” He manages to say between two fits of laugh. He coughs to force it to stop, “Hum! I am sorry (Y/n), but it was really endearing seeing you try so hard.”

You purse your lips, embarrassed. You saw him casually cover his mouth, hiding behind a relaxed position, his legs crossed and his elbow on the armchair, trying to not look in your direction to not explode in the middle of the play.

He straightnens his back, raising back up with one hand on his stomach and a big smile on his face.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah... It’s been a while since I laughed like that! Thank you (Y/n), it was very much needed.”

You readjust your purse straps on your shoulder, trying to put up a front.

“You’re welcome.” You mumble, cursing the heat spreading to your cheeks.

He wipes the tears off his cheeks.

“Come on! We need to take a tube car for my activity.”

He starts to walk away from the theater in the Tube car station’s direction and you begrudgingly follow, ashamed and disgraced by his reaction, measuring how much of a fool you must be in his eyes now...

Thrass instantly notices you’re not walking next to him and turns to you, a simple smile on his face, detailing your expression.

“I am sorry (Y/n), I shouldn’t have laughed at your efforts.” He says softly, “I am glad you took an interest in our culture to try to take on such a classical piece. If you wish I could break it down with you later and explain its cultural significance to you.”

You raise your head to meet his gaze.

“You would?’

“Of course. Come with me now...” And he gently takes your hand to guide you to the station.

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You squirm, uncomfortable but trying your very hard to not show it. Next to you Thrass takes another sip of his tea, appearing fully at ease.

He brought you to an entirely new neighborhood. You walked in cobbled streets for an hour after the tube car, he generously asked if he could take your high heels to make it easier for you and you daringly said no.

You lasted 15 minutes before your heels started to poor blood and you had to stop at a pharmacy to dress you.

“Again, I am sorry.” You said pitifully.

Again he tried very hard not to laugh.

“It’s all right (Y/n).” He responded with a smile threatening to stretch his lips.

You finished the route with your shoes in hand, band-aids covering your heels. The cobblestone was warm to your skin and smooth, without asperities that could slash your feet. Thrass walked next to you, hands clasped behind his back, explaining to you the intricacies of the architectural style of that neighborhood.

It is apparently a perfect reproduction of the “old city” of Csaplar underground full of wooden structures and buildings.

You entered a small building to change into a kimono and enter a salon opening on an inner courtyard garden with a pound and large trees. Two rooms away you could hear traditional Chiss music, giving the place an elegant and serene atmosphere.

You imitated Thrass, sitting on his heels in front of a woman in the same position. The tea ceremony lasted more than two hours, in the exact same position, unmoving.

It was difficult for you, but you held on, you embarassed yourself enough before Thrass for today.

Once the woman finished preparing tea she rose on her knee to pour it in your cups. You both bowed down deeply to her, thanking her. She disapeared, leaving you two alone to savor your hot tea.

You sigh deeply, trying to keep the numbing sensation of your legs in check as you sip your tea. You desperately want to unfold your legs but greet your teeth.

“It is delicious, isn’t it?” Thrass finally asks, visibly satisfied by his tea.

“Yes!” You nod eagerly, “It has a lot of flavor!” You try your best to not let your pain reach your tone. That’s not really a success.

“I always loved tea ceremonies... They are peaceful and meditative.”

“Thrawn told me that.” You smile, laying down your hands with your cup on your legs, “He told me you introduced him to proper tea art for his 29th Starday!” You reveal, too happy to find common ground with Thrass thanks to his brother.

“Ah, he remembers this day then.” He notes with a little grin, “I never saw someone hold this position as well as him. I always left with terrible pain in my legs.” He winks at you.

You flush and let your gaze fall on your cup to not meet his inquisitive red eyes.

“I always thought that tea ceremonies are telltales of characters.” He tells you pensively, his eyes detailing the scenery of the garden.

“Really?”

“Indeed. They put your patience to the test, and require good etiquette and politeness, good taste and culture. I can tell a lot of things about someone by how they sit on their heels and wait for their tea.”

You gulp, suddenly apprehensive. Is your attitude correct, is your demeanor polite and dignified enough for such a place?

“You did good, do not worry.” He reassures without even looking at you. He just knew the questions gnawing at your reason.

“Phew... I am relieved.” You sigh, letting your shoulders fall.

“Careful, the ceremony isn’t finished yet.” He lets you know.

You immediately straighten your back and stiffen your shoulders, on edge once again. Thrass cannot help but chuckle once again.

“I appreciate you, (Y/n). You make me laugh, I like that.”

You turn to him, in surprise but full of hope.

“Really?” You cannot contain your enthusiasm.

He nods peacefully, taking another sip, slowly savoring his drink.

“Yes. You work hard and are mindful of people around you, you're driven by your will to learn... Those are really important qualities, and I appreciate them in my entourage.”

You purse your lips for a split second.

“Would you not like me if I failed at the ceremony?”

“I never dated someone who failed at the ceremony.” He reveals, “I discovered that I am incompatible with such characters.”

You nod slowly, feeling like you almost fucked up!

“And your brother likes me!” You add, trying to smooth your portrait even more.

Thrass puts his cup down, laying his hands on his legs.

“Yes. That is another good point in your favor.” He concedes, “Thrawn is another excellent judge of persona, and he deemed you trustworthy wich is why I accepted the idea of this date with you.”

Thrawn played matchmaker?

Did he...

You flush terribly, wich doesn’t escape Thrass.

“Is something wrong?” He worries.

“Did he... Did he reveal to you what I told him about you?” You ask, barely able to look in his direction.

“No, he did not.” He reassures you, “He told me it wasn’t in his right to do so and that he should let you express yourself.”

You sigh, relieved.

“Do you wish to speak to me about it?”

You start but calm down.

“No... I am not yet ready to reveal it.” You admit.

It is too soon for your heart to admit your love to Thrass, you would go into cardiac arrest!

“It is quite all right. We will have plenty of other times together for you to tell me...” He smiled softly.

Full of promises.

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theantonian · 3 months

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Sculpture of Antony and Cleopatra's twin babies

A Sculpture that has been idling in a museum for ages. Egyptologist Giuseppina Capriotti of the Italian National Research Council believes a statue in the Cairo Museum depicts the twin children of Mark Antony and Cleopatra, Alexander Helios and Cleopatra Selene. The sandstone statue was discovered near the temple of Hathor in Dendera on the west bank of the Nile in 1918. Cleopatra VII is known to have commissioned works in that temple, most famously a monumental pharaonic relief of herself and her son by Julius Caesar, Ptolemy XV Philopator Philometor Caesar, aka Caesarion.

The Cairo Museum bought the five-foot-tall statue but didn’t pay it a great deal of attention, thinking it a representation of the twin gods Shu and Tefnet, son and daughter of the sun god Atum-Ra.

The statue is of two nude children, one male, one female, who bear the attributes of sun and moon respectively. They have an arm over each other’s shoulders while they hold a serpent in their other hands. The coils of two snakes wind around their legs and the base of the statue.

Capriotti noticed that the boy has a sun-disc on his head,‭ ‬while the girl boasts a crescent and a lunar disc. The serpents, perhaps two cobras, would also be different forms of sun and moon, she said. Both discs are decorated with the udjat-eye, also called the eye of Horus, a common symbol in Egyptian art. “Unfortunately, the faces are not well preserved, but we can see that the boy has curly hair and a braid on the right side of the head, typical of Egyptian children. The girl’s hair is arranged in a way‬ similar to the so-called ‭m‬elonenfrisur‭ (‬melon coiffure) an elaborated hairstyle often associated with the Ptolemaic dynasty, and Cleopatra particularly,” said Capriotti.

The statue dates to between 50 and 30 B.C. Mark Antony and Cleopatra’s twins were born in 40 B.C. so the timing fits, but it’s the unusual iconographic choices which suggest this is not just a statue of Shu and Tefnet. In the Egyptian pantheon, Tefnet, the sister, wears the solar disk, but in this piece the female twin wears the crescent moon and the male wears the sun, in keeping with the Greek tradition of the female moon goddess Selene and the male incarnation of the sun, Helios.

The twins’ embrace could suggest a solar eclipse, which is significant because when Mark Antony officially recognized the twins as his children three years after their birth, the event was marked by a solar eclipse. That’s when Cleopatra changed their names from plain Cleopatra and Alexander to Cleopatra Selene and Alexander Helios.

If these are Antony and Cleopatra’s twins, it’s the first representation of the two together ever discovered. The only other image we have is of an adult Cleopatra Selene on coins minted during her reign as Queen of Mauretania. Alexander Helios does not appear to have survived into adulthood, nor his younger brother Ptolemy Philadelphus.

After their parents’ suicides, all three of Antony’s children by Cleopatra were taken to Rome by Octavian in 30 B.C. to march in his triumph as royal captives in gold chains. He handed the three of them over to his sister Octavia, Antony’s third wife, to raise. The boys disappear from the historical record, perhaps dead at Augustus’ hand. Cleopatra Selene, on the other hand, was married around 20 B.C. to King Juba of Mauretania, a north African client state.

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pwlanier · 2 months

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John Graff, Gold Hunter Case with Monogram and Coat of Arms of the Nawab of Bhawalpur Sadiq Muhammad Khan Abbasi IV, Circa 1890, Switzerland. Enamel, rubies and diamonds, 18k gold.

This extraordinary Minute Repeating pocket watch is a historically important timepiece and masterpiece of the horological arts. The watch features in its case the portrait of the Nawab of Bhawalpur, Sadiq Muhammad Khan Abbasi IV, and is signed JG. John Graff (1836-1902), the foremost Swiss portrait painter in enamels of the late 19th century.

The front of the case is superbly ornamented with the initials SMKA (Sadiq Muhammad Khan Abassi) and each of the letters, outlined in gold, is inset with precious stones – the letters S and M are inset with diamonds while the letter K is inset with emeralds and A with Burmese rubies. These rest on a background of red champlevé enamel. The circular case cover is further ornamented along its internal diameter with a sequence of diamonds at each of the hourly points and, between these can be seen a sequence of two emeralds flanking a central ruby. Beyond this circular border, a second circular register features a spectacular arrangement of diamonds.

The back of the case is decorated with the official blazon of the State of Bhawalpur, which consists of a shield, as usual in sable (black), three palm branches palewise in fess (gold), or, in chief four double quatrefoils argent seeded as diamonds on a gold background. On the crest, and above the shield, the helmet and gorge of a suit of armour (diamonds on a gold background); above that, on the upper part, a double branch in gold and, at the top, a seven-pointed star of diamonds on gold resting on a crescent argent. At the sides of the blazon as supporters, two pelicans, rousant argent billed and membered are shown with rubies for eyes and standing on an undulating branch of emeralds and a Burmese ruby. Below that, the escroll in white enamel with the family name ‘Abbasi’ in Urdu.

Behind the case front, the movement is a wonder of complications, at the time considered at the forefront of technical innovation – a perpetual calendar, a Moon phase, and a split-second chronograph as well as a Minute repeater. On a gold background, the dial contains radial Roman numerals with a bead-set diamond between each. The outer minute scale and other dial numerals are Arabic. Bead-set Burmese rubies are seen beneath the day and date dials.

Behind the obverse side of the case, the portrait of the Nawab shows him in three-quarter angle and dressed in ceremonial red costume with gold braiding. Around his neck is a heavy necklace of pearls between pairs of alternating emeralds and rubies. On his head, he wears a Bhawalpuri turban with cascading ropes of pearls and rubies. On the perimeter of the circular portrait, we observe the initials JG (John Graff). Encircling the portrait, on the gold frame, a sequence of arches are delicately engraved in millegrain design.

Above the case, a heavy pendant emerges and leads to the segmented crown; above that, the circular bow is ornamented with a braided surface.

The Nawab of Bhawalpur, Sadiq Muhammad Khan Abbasi IV (1862-99) was a young prince with immense wealth and eclectic taste. He famously commissioned an extraordinary silver bed by Christofle with moving automatons of four nude life-size bronze ladies representing European beauties, which winked and fanned him as music played. He was also a refined aesthete of the Muslim dynasty that claimed descent from the Abbasid caliphate. A great collector of gemstones, famous for his collection of Mughal spinels and rare artefacts; his glamorous and flamboyant attire and coiffure were a seamless synthesis of mysticism and haute couture.

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La Mode illustrée, no. 11, 12 mars 1865, Paris. Toilettes de Melles Rabouin, 67 r. Nve. des Pts. Champs. Coiffures de Mr Croizat, 76 r. de Richelieu. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Description de toilettes:

Robe en taffetas vert lumière, bordée avec un bouillonné de tulle blanc, surmonté d'une corde en paille. Robe de dessus en tulle blanc, bordée de fleurettes en paille. Cette robe est bordée avec une tresse de paille, et relevée par des bouquets de fleurs en paille. Corsage décolleté à draperie avec manches très-courtes. Une écharpe de tulle pareil à celui de la robe est placée sur l'épaule gauche, et vient se nouer sur la jupe à quelque distance du bras droit. Dans les cheveux, bouquet en fleurs de paille. Collier d'émeraudes, diadème et boucles d'oreilles assorties.

Robe en poult-de-soie violet, à bords découpés, garnis avec une ruche de ruban de nuance plus foncée que celle de la robe ; cette ruche est surmontée de perles en acier; le lé de devant forme tablier; il est découpé de chaque côté et garni comme le bord de la robe. Une riche broderie en soutache, ruban de velours violet, et perles d'acier, orne le milieu de ce tablier. Longue ceinture en velours violet, avec broderie et frange en perles d'acier. Chemisette blanche. Veste courte en velours violet, avec encadrements de grelots en acier. Mêmes ornements à chaque extrémité des manches. Sur le côté une aumônière en velours-violet, avec ornements d'acier, est attachée à la ceinture. Sur la tête, barbe en dentelle noire et épingles-boules en acier.

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Dress in light green taffeta, edged with a bubble of white tulle, topped with a straw cord. White tulle top dress, edged with straw flowers. This dress is bordered with a braid of straw, and enhanced by bouquets of straw flowers. Drapery neckline bodice with very short sleeves. A tulle scarf similar to that of the dress is placed on the left shoulder, and is tied on the skirt at some distance from the right arm. In the hair, a bouquet of straw flowers. Emerald necklace, tiara and matching earrings.

Dress in violet poult-de-silk, with cut-out edges, trimmed with a ruffle of ribbon in a shade darker than that of the dress; this ruffle is topped with steel beads; the front width forms an apron; it is cut out on each side and trimmed like the edge of the dress. A rich embroidery in soutache, purple velvet ribbon, and steel beads adorns the middle of this apron. Long purple velvet belt, with embroidery and steel bead fringe. White shirt. Short jacket in purple velvet, with steel bell frames. Same ornaments at each end of the sleeves. On the side a purse in purple velvet, with steel ornaments, is attached to the belt. On the head, black lace snood and steel ball pins.

#La Mode illustrée #19th century #1860s #1865 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #color #description #Forney #dress #evening #ball #gown #velvet #Modèles de chez #Mademoiselles Rabouin #Monsieur Croisat

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dujour13 · 9 months

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Inspired by @commander-lariel, @angrygoatwoman, @turbulentpumpkin43 and @tenmillionbees to write a little intro for Saedra as companion.

You spy a tiefling woman rising to her feet among the wreckage. She’s attractive, with dusky blue skin, and black hair in an elaborate coiffure, long braids thrown over her shoulders and graceful horns spiraling out of the buns on either side of her head. She dabs the corners of her dark eyes to fix her makeup.

As you approach she straightens her overflowing bodice and dusts off the trousers hugging her hips, glances over with a languid smile and gives you a long, thirsty once over.

“Well, hello there.”

Her smile broadens. “Another survivor? You can call me Saedra. Anytime honey.”

As she winks your tadpole gives a sudden shudder, and frantic images flash one after another of a dark, candlelit library, arcane manuscript swimming in your sleepy vision, a blast of light, noise and leering faces in a bustling tavern, and flesh, sweat-soaked and writhing in pleasure. The one constant is the sense of a curious, inscrutable presence—you are not the only one watching.

Her smile vanishes. “Looks like the bastards got to you too. Not that I have anything against tentacles, but I don’t appreciate people sticking things places without my consent. I suppose we’re both out of the frying pan and into the same fire. What do you say, love? I do fancy some company.”

#going to steal dolly's tag #bald guy 3 #saedra #what a great idea #i feel like tagging other people to do this but i don't want to be annoying #if you see this consider yourself tagged!

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my-gf-is-kazuichi-soda · 8 months

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Can someone explain what is the hair on the right side of Teruteru's head?

I understand he has a coiffure, where he combs over his hair in a loop on his head, but what is this part? Is this braids? Leftover hair strands? Balding spot? A fade? I'm confused, please help.

@mythicalmads Thanks for answering. Yeah, I think they do look like braids.

#teruteru hanamura

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chicinsilk · 11 months

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Paris February 02, 1966 in the salons of the Chanel house at 31 rue Cambon, models present creations from the Spring/Summer 1966 Collection: a white piqué blouse with a Claudine collar with a black crepe chou on a gray and white tweed coat with a thin belt, a low-cut cocktail dress with thin straps with an inlaid braid belt and a jacket lined with pink-red taffeta, a black chiffon wrap-shoulder dance dress with a cape edged with ruching and three ruffles of tiny pleats , a white lace sheath split on the side over a cascade of sky moire ribbons. Pumps and sandals by Raymond Massaro, hairstyles by Alexandre de Paris.

Paris 02 février 1966 dans les salons de la maison Chanel au 31 rue Cambon, des mannequins présentent des créations de la Collection Printemps/Été 1966 : une blouse de piqué blanc à col Claudine à chou de crèpe noir sur un manteau en tweed gris et blanc avec une fine ceinture, une robe de cocktail décolletée à fines bretelles avec une ceinture galon incrustée et une veste doublée de taffetas rose-rouge, une robe à danser en mousseline noire à épaules enveloppées avec une cape bordée de ruchés et trois volants de minuscules plissés, un fourreau en dentelle blanche fendu sur le côté sur une cascade de rubans de moire ciel. Escarpins et sandales de Raymond Massaro, coiffures de Alexandre de Paris.

(Photo by KEYSTONE-FRANCE/Gamma-Rapho via Getty Images)

#chanel #collection haute couture #french designer #french style #fashion 60s #1966 #february 1966 #31 rue cambon #paris #raymond massaro #alexandre de paris #mousseline #chiffon dress #tailleur #fashion show

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leekwren4 · 2 years

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<h1>The Edgar Haircut</h1>

As the name suggests, this coiffure merges the basic Edgar haircut with the infamous bowl minimize. Of course, the primary parts of the Edgar are still featured. But that at&t insurance claim is cut evenly around the sides of the pinnacle, with the hair across the ears tapered or fully buzzed. The Edgar haircut for wavy hairstyles is just like the Edgar haircut for curly hair however deals with hair that has more of a unfastened curl or beach wave. If you're in search of a hairstyle that enables your naturally wavy or loose curly hair to be showcased, this could be a great option.

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Find Edgar Haircut-inspired items and merchandise printed on high quality merchandise one at a time in socially accountable ways. Every buy you make puts cash in an artist’s pocket. This v-shape edge is not any exception within the picture above he appears so handsome together with his new look. To try a fresh look, do this mid-section partition of your hairs to kind a mid bang Edgar coiffure.

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A classic edgar haircut is identified with a straight fringe and brief sides. Especially, this style is most well-liked by Mexican youngsters who adopt takuache life tradition. The Edgar haircut is a kind of haircut usually worn by Latino men that contains a quick back, brief sides, and an extended prime. It's similar to a Caesar minimize, but more like a bowl cut, with the hair being cropped straight around the entire head. The bangs are normally combed down and ahead, covering the brow. Edgar cuts are nice as a end result of they do not must be styled, as they're meant to look messy.

This look will maintain the entrance of your hair straight and in place but leaves the hair long sufficient within the again that your curls can really take form.

But many people additionally believe it to be an adaptation of the Mexican ‘takuache’.

With a facial hairstyle and considered one of Edgar haircuts male appearance features a ton of virility and roughness.

The Edgar haircut that provides you the sharpest look is a excessive fade Edgar cut.

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The wavy men’s hair minimize looks bold and proud thanks to the hair sort. Wavy Edgar minimize makes your hair show its unique texture and colour. The solid and straight fringing line on the forehead with wavy or layered hair can by no means disappoint you to look stuffed with angle. Moreover, your wavy haircut also exhibits the look of loose open braids. Come up with a brand new look with this wavy Edgar reduce from your barber.

Geometric Edgar Haircut

If you think that Edgar cuts are only for people who have straight locks, we are here to show you incorrect. This wavy men’s hair minimize appears bold and pronounced due to the hair type. Pairing an Edgar reduce with a high fade haircut men create the type that will not go unnoticed.

The very entrance of the fringe can also be styled straight right down to create a layer that adds extra dimension to the hair’s appearance. Now that you understand all about the Edgar haircut, feast your eyes on 10 of the best Edgar hairstyles you might get. We’ll cover each one intimately so you realize what to ask for before hitting the barber shop. The two fringe kinds are virtually similar, but the Edgar is unquestionably edgier than the Caesar.

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rabbitcruiser · 8 months

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National Hair Day

Maybe every day can’t be a good hair day but in celebration of National Hair Day, this one certainly can be. Join in and get ready to learn and appreciate everything fun and exciting that has to do with hair!

History of National Hair Day

Hair has been the crowning glory of the human head perhaps since the very beginning of time! In fact, researchers think the comb was used by ancient Egyptians as far back as 5500 BC. The hairbrush took a bit longer to come out though, and the Kent Hairbrush Company is recorded as having started in 1777 in Hertfordshire, England.

While wealthy people have been having their hair done for centuries, early on this was typically done either by a family member or perhaps by a personal servant.

By the mid-1700s, however, the first person to have declared himself a ‘professional’ hairdresser in Europe was Legros de Rumigny who worked for the French court. In fact, he wrote a book on hairdressing that included pictures of the unique hairstyles that he had designed. The book was called Art de la Coiffure des Dames, which can be translated to The Art of Hairstyles for Ladies.

National Hair Day is a bit newer on the scene and is just beginning to develop its own history. Founded in 2017 by NuMe, a hair care company, this day is all about celebrating the styling tools and hair care products that help to make each person’s hair as beautiful as possible.

Whether hair is straight, wavy, curly or kinky, there are a myriad of different products and tools that can help to enhance the natural texture of hair while making it look its very best. And National Hair Day is the best time for it!

How to Celebrate National Hair Day

Wondering how to celebrate and enjoy this delightful day? There are all kinds of ways! Get creative on your own, or try out some of these ideas that can be enjoyed in honor of National Hair Day:

Get a Haircut

Make an appointment at the barber or hair salon in honor of National Hair Day! Get that new ‘do that you’ve been thinking about, whether chopping it short, going for layers, adding bangs or fringe, or turning into a platinum blonde inspired by Marilyn Monroe. Don’t be afraid to go for the full shampoo, cut, color and style. The sky’s the limit when it comes to what kind of fun that can be had on National Hair Day.

Consider a New Hairstyle

Of course, National Hair Day doesn’t mean it’s necessary to go to extremes. Even those who aren’t ready for a new cut or color might be able to play around with their hair a bit on this day. Maybe start by making the part of your hair on the other side!

This is also a great time to learn a new skill that is related to hair styling. Perhaps that might be learning how to make a regular braid, a French braid or a Fishtail Braid. YouTube and other online videos can act as an excellent resource for learning with easy, step by step tutorials on how to create a new hairstyle.

Try Out Some New Hair Care Products

National Hair Day is the ideal time to pop into the beauty supply store and find out what’s new in the world of hair care products and styling tools. Perhaps pick up a new brand of mousse or heat protectant spray. Try out a new curling iron, blow dryer or hair straightener. Or even consider getting a fun new color for hair, whether temporary or permanent.

Buy a New Hairbrush

Some hairstylists say that a typical person needs to replace their hairbrush every six months to a year. Of course, this depends on how often it is used, how much product the person uses, how long their hair is and even how often they clean their hair brushes.

It’s also possible that some people have simply been using the wrong kind of hairbrush for their particular type of hair. Those who are in the market for a new hairbrush might want to consider one of these styles in celebration of National Hair Day:

Curly Hair. Many people say that curly hair should never be brushed, but if it’s necessary for detangling, then use a special cushion brush that has nylon bristles to keep the curls from getting frizzy and knotted.

Frizzy Hair. This is a complicated hair type and the best type of hair brush will tame that frizz and keep it in place. Try using a hairbrush that has bristles made of boar. The natural bristles help to distribute the hair oils more evenly throughout the hair.

Blow-Dry Brushes. People who blow dry their hair on a regular basis need special tools to keep their hair happy and healthy. The best type for blow drying are brushes that are made from ceramic and have ionic properties that repel water to shorten the drying time and keep the hair from getting overly damaged.

Teasing Brush. Looking for more volume? A special boar’s hair and nylon teaching brush gets close to the scalp to get that hair high. Choose one that has a pointed handle which can be used for creating parts or separating strands of hair.

Enjoy Some New Hair Accessories

Pop into an accessory shop or department store and check out what’s on offer these days for hair accessories. Ribbons, ponytail holders, barrettes, clips and so many other delightful products provide tons of different options for wearing the hair in unique ways. Try securing a ponytail in the back, a braid, two buns on the sides, or even a popular banana clip to hold the hair back from the face.

Little girls can get away with a brand new hair bow in honor of National Hair Day! Something colorful like Jojo’s Bows would be a fun and delightful addition to a hairstyle today, keeping things snazzy.

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thegorgeoushair · 8 months

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People constantly are looking for new ways to beautify their natural splendor. One such trend that has received recognition in recent years is using facet hair patches and invisible hair extensions. Innovative hair solutions have revolutionized the manner we fashion our hair, offering countless opportunities for growing beautiful looks.

Side hair patches are small sections of hair, without difficulty attached to the sides of the top to feature the extent and duration of present hair. The patches are designed to seamlessly comb with natural hair, offering a diffused but stylish transformation. Whether prefer a fuller ponytail, braids, or in reality preference more texture, aspect hair patches provide a versatile solution that is bound to raise the coiffure game.

#Side hair patches #hair patches online #invisible side patches hair extensions

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gogmstuff · 1 year

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1840s dresses (from top to bottom) -

1840 Marie-Thécle de Monttessuy, Comtessede Nieuwerkerke by Franz Xaver Winterhalter (Landesmuseum Mainz - Mainz, Rheinland-Pfalz, Germany) 2069X2830.

1842 Christine Dieckhoff by Georg Wittemann (location ?). From pinterest.com/pin/366550857185910796/ 878X1200. Coral and also gold jewelry were fashionable.

Grand Duchess Maria Mikhailovna of Russia by ?. From tumblr.com/imperial-russia; fixed tear and some spots w Pshop 1553X2048.

1847 Grand Duchess Alexandra Iosifovna of Russia (née Princess of Saxe-Altenburg) by Hau (location ?). From tumblr.com/roehenstart 943X1220.

ca.1848-1860 Mathilde Caroline of Bavaria, Grand Duchess of Hesse and by Rhine lithograph by Valentin Schertle after Joseph Hartmann (Royal Collection). From Wikimedia 1296X1840.

1849 Anne-Arsene Charton by Édouard-Louis Dubufe (auctioned by Christie's). From Wikimedia; fixed spots & flaws w Pshop 2136X3072.

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pinerfr · 2 years

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Braid ideas

The top of the model’s hair is pulled back into a ponytail with a hair-wrapped elastic. Butterfly Braid The butterfly braid is a unique and eye-catching style that will have all eyes on you. You’ll be looking and feeling like royalty in minutes. The side French braids are loose and casual. Braids around the world Through slavery and emancipation Pop culture and self-acceptance Best Braided Hairstyles for Women 1. The simplest way to make a crown braid is to plait your hair into a double Dutch or French braid, then lift each one and pin it to the opposite side to form the crown. Interested in trying out the style this season? We’re sharing 23 amazing cornrow ponytails to pump you up for your next braiding session. The top of the model’s hair is done in three braids: two on the sides and one on top. And don’t forget to add hair oil to your hair care routine to prevent dryness. Yet, you should be aware of the fact that this. Love the way the end of the braid wraps around the ponytail, too. This isn’t really a faux hawk, of course, but the separation of hair resembles the style. As for maintenance, to keep stress off of your edges and weak hairlines, invest in a silk hair-tie to secure your braids. A fishtail braid is something that comes in handy when you decide to broaden the list of your everyday looks. This is one of the cutest braided hairstyles for little girls that we’ve seen, so keep it in mind for your collection of coiffures. The main goal of cornrow ponytails is to shield the hair from environmental stressors and daily maintenance, which makes it perfect for summer time. With box braids - braids named after the square design that the hair is sectioned into - as the base of this style, you can play around with the color, length, and size you decide to get your cornrow ponytail in. Although most cornrow hairstyles are designed with a straight-back appearance from the hairline to the nape of the neck, other braids are styled off-center, at an angle, or halfway to the head like they are in cornrow ponytail styles. First made popular via Brandy as Moesha Mitchell, Janet Jackson in Poetic Justice, and other ‘90s Black television show stars, cascading cornrow ponytails are seeing a resurgence. Word to the wise: it’s time to swap your braided topknot for a cornrow ponytail.

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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The Ninth Viscountess: Chapter 2

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Chapter Summary: The journey to Aubrey Hall...

A little suggestive, but no smut

Grosvenor Square was packed with carriages. The wedding itself had been a fairly small affair, but the wedding breakfast would be open to all members of the ton. The carriage rolled to a stop in front of Bridgerton House, a liveried footman opening the door. Anthony leapt out before you could take the footman’s hand, helping you out himself. “Welcome home, my beloved wife,” he said, kissinge your knuckles as he led you inside.

Inside, a long table was laid with a hearty breakfast: eggs and bacon, toast and muffins, tea, coffee, juice for the younger guests, and every type of jam and marmalade available. You were met with cheers and well wishes as you entered, and your husband couldn’t resist sweeping you into another kiss. Anthony took his seat at the head of the table with you at his side, and your guests filed in and took their seats. After a moment, he stood, clearing his throat.

“Thank you all for your presence this morning,” he said. “Today, I am officially the luckiest man in all of England, as Y/N Bridgerton is my wife. When I set about finding a wife, I never dreamed that I would find someone so kind, intelligent, sweet, caring, loving, and beautiful, but then, I found you. My beloved Y/N, there shall never be a day I do not cherish and adore you, where I do not tell you how much I love you. You are the air I breathe, the blood in my veins, I simply cannot live without you. So today, I propose a toast to my beautiful bride; to Y/N Bridgerton!”

“To Y/N Bridgerton!” Anthony sat, kissing your cheek as servants moved round the table, serving everyone breakfast. Throughout the meal, you stole glances at Anthony, while he did the same. Truly, it was a miracle your gown was not covered with eggs with how often you looked at your husband. The taste of solace you’d gotten with Anthony in the carriage from the church had you wanting to be alone with him at all times, and by the looks of it, he felt the same.

As breakfast drew to a close, your husband leaned in closer to speak to you. “We ought to depart soon,” he said. “If we wish to make it to Aubrey Hall before midnight, that is.” He wasn’t rushing you, you knew, simply informing you of how long the journey would take, but the offer of a 10 hour carriage ride with only Anthony was far too delightful a prospect to pass up. “I shall head upstairs and change then?” Anthony nodded, kissing you softly. “I shall miss you.”

“In the 10 minutes it will take me to change?” “Of course,” your husband replied, and you laughed softly. Rising from the table, you made your way upstairs to the room that had been set aside for your use today. Shutting the door behind you, you took a moment to truly think on the events of the day. You were no longer Lady Y/N, daughter of the Marquess of Berkeley, you were Viscountess Bridgerton, married to the love of your life. This house would be your home while in London, and Aubrey Hall your country estate. It was a radical change, but one you felt prepared for.

A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts. “Enter!” Your mother entered, a soft smile on her face. You smiled, gesturing to your gown. “I was worried I’d have to get myself out of this thing.” Your mother laughed, coming behind you to help your change. You donned a simple traveling gown of pale purple, your coiffure redone into a simple braid. “I am so happy for you, dearest,” your mother said. “Truly, I am.”

“Thank you, Mama,” you replied, turning to face her. She looked concerned, and you laid a hand on her arm. “What is the matter?” “Nothing, my love. It is just…there is a conversation we must have now.” You seated yourself on the small sofa, and your mother followed suit. “Your wedding night,” she said. “I have no doubts that Lord Bridgerton will be kind and gentle, but even so…” “Is it truly so difficult to describe?” you asked, taking her hand. “No, not difficult. A bit uncomfortable to explain to one’s daughter, but not difficult.”

Your mother sighed, pinching her brow. “Very well, there is no way around it. Tonight, when you arrive at Aubrey Hall, your husband will undress you. And you shall perform the marital act.” You nodded, your interest captured. Rumors had swirled about for as long as you could remember about this elusive act, though it had never been explained until now. “This act is performed to have children, you see, and when done properly, can be rather enjoyable. You know the place from which you bleed, yes?”

You nodded. “Well, that is the same place that children come from. Your husband possesses an…appendage that will fit inside, and that will produce a child.” You furrowed your brow, utterly confused. You considered yourself a rather smart woman, but this seemed to defy reason. “I promise, everything will make sense when it happens. Trust your husband, and all will be well.” You nodded, a million questions in your mind, but none of them able to be put to words. Your mother stood, taking your hands as you did the same. “Now, shall we?” You descended the stairs, finding Anthony waiting for you, a smile on his face. He had changed from his wedding attire to a more comfortable ensemble, and you had to admit, he looked quite dashing. “Are you ready to depart, my love?” “I am,” you said, turning to embrace your mother and father. “We love you,” your mother said. “So very much. And we are so proud.” Your father nodded, saying nothing but hugging you tighter.

Outside, a coach was waiting for you: the Bridgerton crest on the door, hitched to a team of six horses. Your things had been set ahead to Kent, leaving only a small bag with the essentials to be secured to the coach. Anthony held out his hand, helping you into the carriage, stepping up into it as well. He latched the door and you were off, your family and guests waving goodbye behind you.

Your husband was quick to sling an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. “I have longed for this moment since I saw you this morning,” Anthony said, his forehead resting against yours. “You are so very beautiful, my love, I am so lucky.” “Anthony,” you whispered, unsure of what else to say, and he smiled, pressing his lips to yours. This was different from any kiss you’d shared. The kiss at the wedding had been chaste and short, the kisses after had been loving and tender, but this…this was something else entirely.

Anthony’s hands moved from his lap to your body, spanning across your back and waist. It was slow, full of love, speaking a thousand words of devotion and adoration. Your hands found your husband’s chest, tugging on his lapels, urging him closer. Anthony smiled against your lips, happy to simply be with you, to kiss you, to hold you in his arms. When the kiss broke, you opened your eyes, feeling breathless. “That,” Anthony said. “Is just a fraction of the love I feel for you.

You smiled, shifting so you were tucked into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Anthony kept his arms around you, kissing your temple. “We have never been alone together,” you mused, and your husband nodded. “We have not.” “I do not think I ever wish to see another soul again.” He laughed, the sound reverberating against your ear. “Is that so? Do you find my presence that enjoyable?” You lifted your head to look at him, seeing the smirk that resided there. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Anthony smiled, kissing you again. “It shall be rather late when we arrive in Kent,” he said. “I do not know how much your Mama has informed you concerning tonight, but I need you to know that nothing is expected of you.” You cocked your head, and Anthony continued. “Nothing is ever to be expected of you, my darling. I desire you, yes, Lord how I desire you, but you can always say no.” You nodded, indicating you’d heard him, but unsure of what to say. “My Mama told me that when done properly, the marital act can be enjoyable, but I haven’t a clue what she means by that.”

Anthony felt his cock twitch, but he willed his urges down. He would have you for the first time in a bed, as was proper. “Do not fret, my sweet,” he said, kissing your neck. “I shall show you everything.” As your husband kissed you, you felt a stirring within you, your heart began to race. “Anthony,” you said, but he stopped. “Later, I promise, I will show you. If you wish to, that is.” You nodded. “I believe I shall.” Your husband changed the subject; he had to if he was meant to keep composed.

Conversation, as it always had been, was easy with you. You spoke of anything that came to mind, your lips finding his more often than not. Halfway through the journey, the coach paused to change horses, and you exited to stretch your legs, but you were off again shortly after. Around 3 o’clock, you began yawning, and Anthony kissed your temple. “Rest, my love. We have a while longer before we arrive.” You nodded, shifting and resting your head against Anthony’s chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, content to watch as you slept peacefully. Anthony watched the countryside roll by, pondering how lucky he was to call you his bride. When you stirred, he smiled, gently kissing your brow as you woke. “Hmm, where are we?” “Nearly there, my love. About 15 more minutes.” The sun was brushing the horizon, casting the land in an orange glow. Soon, Aubrey Hall came into view, and you looked out the window at the grand estate.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, and when the carriage rolled to a stop, Anthony once more helped you to the ground. The staff were lined up on the steps, dressed in their finest livery. “My love, welcome to Aubrey Hall.” As you ascended the steps, the maids and servants bowed and curtsied to you. At the top of the stairs stood Anna, now in the purple livery of the Bridgertons. “Welcome home, My Lady,” she said with a smile, and you smiled back.

“I shall give you a tour of the grounds later,” Anthony said, leading you inside. The home seemed to be massive, you’d likely need a map to navigate its corridors. Your husband briefly pointed out a few things on his way up the stairs, and you knew at once where he was leading you. The master suite was grand: a four poster bed draped with silken sheets and a gauzy canopy. A blazing fire was lit in the grate, and the curtains were open, showcasing a view of the lawns.

Anthony shut the door and clicked the lock shut. As he strode over to you, you could only think of one word to describe the look in his eyes: hungry. “I meant what I said earlier,” he told you, pulling you into his arms. “There is nothing expected of you tonight. But I would like to show you just how enjoyable the marriage bed can be.” And he kissed you, again, this kiss different than those previous.

This kiss set a fire in you, and when Anthony’s tongue parted your lips, you moaned softly, feeling your legs tremble. “I…Anthony,” was all you could say, and your husband deepened the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck. You felt that curious stirring within you, and you knew that Anthony was the cause, as well as the solution. “If you want me to stop, you must tell me,” your husband said. “At any time, tell me to stop and I will.”

Anthony continued to kiss you, his lips returning to yours, but not before nibbling gently at your neck. His hands found the lacings of your gown, but he paused. “Y/N,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “Do you want this? Do you want me?” Your body felt hot and tingly, your heart was racing, the place between your legs pulsating; sensations you’d never felt before. Surely this was what your Mama had been referring to when she said the marital act could be enjoyable. “Do you want this?” Anthony repeated, and when you answered, your voice was strong, though breathy with need. “Yes, Anthony. I want this, I want you.”

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