#arthur varmont

[forgotteneithne]

arthur/eithne: "why are you talking like we'll never see each other again?"

Eithne took a deep breath before speaking again.

"That's not what I meant to imply," Eithne answered slowly. "I just..." she paused. She'd had this conversation again and again over the past weeks but she had known with him it would be different-- with him her heart would hurt in a different way than it had when she'd seen the despair on her sisters' faces.

"You will always be welcome, of course, at Malconaire. My husband-to-be and I would be honored to host you and your family as our first guests after our wedding."

"Your husband-to-be?"

"I'm marrying Cassimir."

Arthur was rendered speechless and Eithne was ashamed at her next action: she fled into the garden, unable to stand the silence. He was following her within seconds.

"Why? What does he have over you to convince you to do such a thing?" Arthur demanded, grabbing Eithne's arm to stop her as she made a beeline for the chicken pen. Eithne whipped around to face him.

"Nothing. This is my own decision," Eithne answered sternly. Arthur seemed unconvinced.

"I won't let this happen. He doesn't deserve you."

"There are reasons I just cannot explain. You have to believe me-- I am doing what is best for myself. My family. My home."

"So he does hold something over you!"

"No, you're not listening--"

"I'll challenge him. For your honor," Arthur proclaimed. Eithne wrenched her arm out of his grasp.

"You will do no such thing!"

"You cannot tell me what I will and will not do-- I am your prince!" Arthur snapped suddenly, almost without thought. The words hung in the air between them and you could see the regret on his face as he realized what he had said. Something ended in that moment-- they'd been balancing on a precarious edge for months now and with that one sentence, they'd slipped into the abyss below.

"Eithne..."

"My most sincere apologies, Your Imperial Highness," Eithne answered, taking a few steps backwards from Arthur. She looked up and met his eyes-- he was silently pleading with her but she knew this was how it had to be.

"I am due to be in the village this afternoon," Eithne continued, trying to keep her voice even. "My step mother and step sister should be home by now-- I am sure they will be more than happy to receive you for tea should you wish to have some refreshments before your trip home."

"Eithne, please," Arthur was walking towards her, arm outstretched. She shook her head and he stopped. "Eithne..."

"Good afternoon, Your Imperial Highness," Eithne sank into a deep curtsey before turning and fleeing through the garden gate before he could see the emotion flooding her face.

#arthur varmont #ask meme #drabble #welp just some normal every day heartbreak drama #no big deal #how torn is valentina rn: eithne is marrying her son but that opens up a prince for her daughter? #also rereading this I realized it kinda made Arthur out to be the issue #and I meant it more as they both are… like neither is communicating well for their own reasons #and eithne just straight up keeping running away #so the bubble is definitely broken

[forgottenarias]

more ooc because clearly i need to listen to a podcast at work ;)

i've been ruminating on aria & her powers & the potential discovery of her powers while cutting out pants....

i was thinking of two potential things that could happen... or both could happen... or neither could happen, i'm not married to anything haha ;)

i had mentioned in the ooc to @forgottenamira that aria might avoid much interaction with her if this whole idea that she dabbles in ~black magic~ and is maybe a witch was a publically known thing because she was worried about being discovered somehow... i dunno if amira is still on her "poison my step children" kick?? but if she tried that again at some point...

what if there was some sort of guardian interference that alerted her to what amira was up to and aria interceded to stop sebastian/arthur/whoever from eating/drinking the thing-- it might not be a whole "DONT DRINK THAAAAAT!" moment-- it could be something as easy as like knocking over a goblet or throwing a... i dunno cake or something off a balcony? but if amira saw any of it she might have an inkling of how aria knew??? or at least a suspicion? (it might lead to a whole thing if amira did manage to get aria to confirm or confess to it or whatever because then she'd have some sort of blackmail over her to get her to join #TeamCalainon)

the OTHER thing i was thinking came out of @forgottenarthur shocking the world by being so introspective & worried about getting off'd by amira & her dark magic... we already kinda discussed it would be a ~thing~ when/if he ever found out about aria's abilities... and knowing the guardians have the ability to temporarily bestow powers... could there be a situation where those two might be together, arthur ends up injured somehow (nothing too insane-- i had a couple idea if we wanted to go this way?) and aria in a panic manages to "heal" him. i think i said i one point she'd never had that ability bestowed on her so she'd freak out too honestly lol (also i decided the guardians were privy to what happened at Kil-Kennar and we're like 'you get ONE get out of jail free, varmont-- that's it!' XD ) anywho... he's so obsessed with death by magic, it would maybe be interesting to see what happens when the opposite happens? maybe dad was wrong???

or roderick goes nuclear and just burns everyone because he seems like he's slowly headed that route? ;)

so much rambling this week :) but like i said not married to anything... just the nonsense that comes from cutting pants all day haha!

#ooc #arthur varmont #amira varmont #roderick varmont

[forgottenroderick]

The Banners of House Varmont

note: there may be more. the queens would have their own badges, as well, as would the late empress (tho likely that's now what guin is using, i'd think?), and cassandra likely has use of her mom's and/or arthur's with cadency marks, but since she's an imperial princess, and not just a royal princess, roderick would def ok her usage of her own badge, as well, though that's usually reserved for sons, heirs, and titled warriors, it is likely that guin, cassandra, and each of the queens, as well as the late empress, has at least one unit who fights in their honor given that roderick's empire is v much a military operation, so yeah! basically there may be as many as four other varmont insignias out there, but these are the big five! also pls note that i am convinced roderick has given each of his children an obscene number of titltes to bandy abt (tho not so many as he has!) in order to showcase their importance as his children, but we'll say these are perhaps shortened, more casual titles for astaira ;D

The Imperial Arms of His Imperial Majesty, Roderick the First of His Name, by the Grace of the One True God, of the Great and Holy Empire of [Varmont] and Astaira and of His other Realms and Territories One True Emperor, Conquer of the Twelve Kingdoms, Defender of the Faith, and God’s Own Champion

Or (yellow/gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

Gules (red): warrior or martyr; military strength and magnanimity

Pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Phoenix: resurrection

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success

Crown, naval (composed of masts and rigging): one who first boarded an enemy’s ship; distinguished naval commander/conqueror's crown

The Princely Imperial Arms of Her Imperial Highness, the Princess Imperial, Guinevere, of the House of Varmont

Or (yellow/gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

Argent (silver/white): peace and sincerity

Pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Dove: represents the soul, the spirit of god; peace, purity, chastity

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success/princely crown

Crown, Naval (composed of masts and rigging): one who first boarded an enemy’s ship; distinguished naval commander

The Princely Imperial Arms of His Imperial Highness, Archduke of [Varmont], Edmund, Prince of the House of Varmont, Lord of [the Riverbend]

Or (yellow/gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

Sable (black): constancy or grief

Argent (silver/white): peace and sincerity

Pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Raven: divine providence; knowledge; durable resistance; bringer of death

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success

Crown, naval (composed of masts and rigging): one who first boarded an enemy’s ship; distinguished naval commander

Crown, mural (a crown composed of bricks): defender of a fortress, token of civic honour; one who first mounted the breach in the walls of a fortress; power

The Princely Imperial Arms of His Imperial Highness, Archduke of [Varmont], Arthur, Prince of the House of Varmont, Lord of Kil-kennar

Eagle: nobility, strength, bravery, and alertness; magnanimity; or one who is high-spirited, ingenious, quick-witted, and judicious; a person of action and vigor especially where important and high matters are concerned; high intellect and quick comprehension; salvation, redemption, and resurrection

Eagle displayed (wings spread): the above + protection/one who is a protector

Or (yellow or gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

Gules (red): warrior or martyr; military strength and magnanimity

Pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success

Crown, naval (composed of masts and rigging): one who first boarded an enemy’s ship; distinguished naval commander the imperial crown of conquest

Crown, mural (a crown composed of bricks): defender of a fortress, token of civic honour; one who first mounted the breach in the walls of a fortress; power

The Princely Arms of His Imperial Highness, Sebastian, Prince of the House of Varmont

Or (yellow/gold): generosity and elevation of the mind

Vert (green): hope, joy, loyalty in love

Pupure (purple): royal majesty, sovereignty, and justice

Falcon: one who does not rest until objective achieved; person of action

Crown: heaven; victory, sovereignty, empire; success

Crown, naval (composed of masts and rigging): one who first boarded an enemy’s ship; distinguished naval commander

Crown, mural (a crown composed of bricks): defender of a fortress, token of civic honour; one who first mounted the breach in the walls of a fortress; power

#obv lauren and lizzy feel free to lmk if these dont work w your visions etc!! i was just eager to see how they might look all together lkasj #ooc #about #edmund varmont #guinevere varmont #sebastian varmont #arthur varmont #me reading up on raven heraldic meanings for this and i get to BRINGER OF DEATH alskjfklsjdf #even edmund's sigil was tryna warn the malconaires lkajsfklsjdf #def pictured the dove in flight and the raven displayed but alas the site does not include those possibilities #still alksdfj abt bringer of death ngl lkasjdafkjsd me like oK CALM DOWN while amira like 'that's my boy' and godfrey winking at the camera #i ordered it by roderick then by consort then by birth order if you were wondering hahah but i did toy around w just stright age order lksa #my inner amira was NOT pleased ;DDD #which made me think -- you KNOW there's some insane antics jockeying for LITERAL position when they all go to enter a room alksdjfkljdf

[forgottenpercy]

Your Imperial Highness | Percy & Arthur

"Come here, Percival, and warm yourself by the fire."

Percy happily obliged. He knew he could always count on a hot meal and a place by the hearth when he came to visit Anna in the palace kitchens. She and her husband, Harry, were one of the few Astairan servants who had kept their place since Roderick Varmont claimed this place for his own.

Today, he was halfway through a bowl of stew when he noticed that Harry had hardly stopped coughing since he'd arrived.

"Harry, you should be in bed." Percy said.

"Don't you worry about me, I sound worse than I am."

"Don't let him fool you," His wife countered, "He's been like this for days and refuses to rest."

"We need money for our little one. That's all there is to it. I cannot afford to rest."

Percy stood, "Well today, you can. Tell me whatever it is that needs doing. There's enough help in the stables unless half the court decides they want to ride but ... in this weather, I'll wager that that is unlikely."

Harry protested a bit further, but ultimately he conceded when to the wishes of both Percy and his wife. Anna gave Percy a change of clothes, so he was dressed more appropriately for palace work, and after detailed instructions from Harry, he found himself carrying a tray of breakfast to the eldest Varmont's chambers.

Waiting upon Arthur Varmont was not exactly what Percy had had in mind when he volunteered for this, but he was happy that Harry had gone to bed and perhaps, if he was likely, he'd overhear something worth noting.

He wrapped upon the great oak door and waited for an answer from within.

#comment #arthur varmont #your imperial highness

[forgottenedmund]

arthur & edmund: "don't you dare throw that snowba--goddamnit!"

[ 15 years ago ]

"What on earth are you doing?"

It was snowing. And not just any snow: it happened to be the first snow of the season. The entire courtyard was covered with it. Edmund had stopped on their walk to grab himself a handful of the stuff.

"We don't have time to play in the snow." Arthur continued. There was no patience in his voice. All five of the Varmont children had been presented to their father that morning on one of his rare appearances. He had tested them all (Guinevere, Arthur, and Edmund more than the rest) and Arthur and Edmund had both been found wanting. It was Guinevere who had won the round and with this victory, he had asked her to stay behind after the other's left.

The jealousy and frustration Arthur felt at this slight was apparent.

"Arthur's right, Edmund," Sebastian said softly. "Our tutors are expecting us."

Edmund stood upright, packing a handful of snow in his hands.

Arthur arched an eyebrow, "Are you going to throw that at me?"

"Of course not," Edmund replied sarcastically. "I never throw a snowball after I've gone through all the effort of making one. That's the real fun."

Arthur did not appreciate his brother's sarcasm -- especially in this moment. "Stop being such a child."

"I am a child. And so are you." Edmund would have thrown it at him right then if he'd been confident he wouldn't miss. His throwing arm wasn't particularly strong and he didn't want to look like an idiot just now.

"I am not a child!"

Edmund supposed, in a way, he was right. Despite Arthur's rather childish declaration of not being a child, they hadn't had much of a childhood thus far. The three of them had been pitted against each other for their father's throne since the day they'd been born and Sebastian was always trying to run interference whenever their tempers flared. The only one who had ever really been allowed to be a child was Cassandra, who was too busy trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue to notice that her brothers were on the verge of fighting with each other.

"Alright, enough. Let's go," Sebastian interjected.

Arthur and Edmund stared at each other for a few more moments without saying a word. It was Arthur who turned first and started to head off after Sebastian. The fact that Edmund still hadn't dropped the snow in his hands had not escaped him. And after he'd turned around, he gave his brother one final warning,"Edmund, don't you dare throw that sno-- Goddammit!!"

At that moment, a snowball came crashing into the back of Arthur's head. To say that Arthur looked infuriated as he turned round, was an understatement. Before he could say another word, Sebastian stepped between the boys. "Arthur, Edmund I -- "

"-- I told you not to throw that snowball!" Arthur pushed passed Sebastian, heading straight for his youngest brother.

"I didn't." Everyone looked down to see that Edmund still had the snow in his hand. It was hardly resembled anything more than a melting mess, now.

"What -- ?"

Everyone turned then to see Cassandra standing behind Edmund, eyes wide as she witnessed her brother getting angry. She'd seen Edmund making snowballs earlier and, while everyone was talking, had begun making one of her own oblivious to the tension that had been rising. She'd honestly meant to throw one at Edmund, but she'd thrown it too hard and it passed up over his head and landed, instead, on Arthur's.

"Nice shot." Edmund was both impressed (even if he knew Cassandra wouldn't have been able to replicate that again if she tried) and amused (it took everything he had not to laugh -- Arthur truly looked a ragged mess).

But Cassandra beat him to it yet again and although her brother's were all suddenly afraid that she might cry, the next minute she started to laugh at how ridiculous Arthur looked. Whatever tension had been growing between Arthur and Edmund began to fade away and it was now Arthur's turn to laugh.

"Your turn!" Cassandra shouted.

Arthur bent down and made a snowball of his own. "Don't think you I won't get you back, just because you are a girl!"

Cassandra squealed, laughing as she ran to hide behind Sebastian, "You won't be able to catch me!"

"Hmm, perhaps you are right," Arthur mused and, instead, he tossed one to Edmund instead.

"Not too old for this, after all?" Edmund raised an eyebrow.

"Guess not." Arthur shrugged.

It was Edmund's turn to throw and this time he hit Sebastian who had long ago given up on trying to get any of them to their lessons on time.

Moments later, the four of them were properly drenched from the snow and they'd managed to leave their footprints over almost every inch of the courtyard. It had been a long time since they'd played like this: forgetting every care they had in the world.

"What on earth is going on? Look at the four of you. Absolutely Deplorable."

All four of them stopped in their tracks and stared at Guin. No one had noticed her step outside and, noting the disapproval on her face, each of them were suddenly ashamed at this display. It was not befitting of princes and princesses.

"If you are going to have a snowball fight, you must do it properly. Not a single one of you have constructed a fort. How can you prepare your arsenal if you do not have the right defenses? Come, let me show you all how it is done."

#this honestly became a varmont kid drabble but no regrets! #drabble #challenge #arthur varmont #sebastian varmont #cassandra varmont #guinevere varmont #because of reasons i'm going to make notes about their ages atp #guin and arthur are 11 #sebastian is 10 #edmund is 8 and cassie is 7

[forgottenmarian]

marian/arthur: “ why are you looking at me like that? ”

Marian smiled, reaching a hand out to touch her son's cheek.

"Just admiring how handsome you've become," Marian replied with a smile. "Or I should say as you always have been."

Arthur beamed.

"Now..." Marian took a step back, reaching out to adjust Arthur's tunic. "You know how much depends on tonight for your father..." she paused, pulling a stray thread off.

"And for you."

Marian gestured to the servant standing near the door. He approached, opening the wooden box which held a golden crown. It wasn't as elaborate or ornate as the one her husband wore, but that would come in time for her son.

It had been flawlessly polished earlier that day, gleaming in the candlelight that filled the room. Picking it up gently, she turned to her eldest and placed it on his head before taking a step back to give him a final look. Nothing was out of place. Arthur was exactly what a future emperor should be.

"So, not too much wine..."

"Yes, Mother."

"Pay attention to someone besides pretty young women."

"Mother..."

"And do please help mind your sister. I believe she has another infatuation," Marian concluded, letting a small smile play on her features.

"Any notes on Sebastian, or will he be able to fend for himself?" Arthur asked, turning to look in the mirror momentarily before turning back to Marian with a cheeky grin. A pause.

"I promise to make you proud tonight, Mother," Arthur assured her, reaching out to take his mother's arm to escort her to the festivities.

"Make him proud. You know I already am."

#arthur varmont #drabble #ask #they both know sebastian will be fine obvi ;) #100% arthur can literally do no wrong in marian's view

[forgottenciara]

arthur & ciara: i think we need to talk

"We are meeting tomorrow night at dusk," Percy explained, "Can you get away?"

Ciara nodded, "Yes, I think so." She wanted to ask him if there was any new developments, at all, with their plans but knew her patience would serve them all best. Now was not the time.

"Here," He placed a letter in her hands, "It's from Ronan."

The leader of the resistance did not pass correspondence to Ciara lightly. He knew that it would be a dangerous thing for her to be caught with. Eager to know what was inside, she hastily said her good-byes to Percy and, turning the corner abruptly, nearly collided with someone in the dark.

Arthur.

"Ciara, I think we need to talk."

Ciara felt her body tense at the sound of her cousin's voice. There was none of the easy playfulness that was normally there when they spoke together. Her heart pounded in her chest. Just how much had he overheard?

It was then that she realized she still clutched the unopened message in her hands. "Arthur, I -- " She'd prepared excuses for why she out wandering about so late, but all of them seemed to fall flat under his gaze. What could she offer him (besides the truth) that would satisfy him if he had overheard everything?

He didn't wait for her to continue, "How is it that you know Lord Ormond?"

"Lord Ormond? Doesn't everybody know him?" Her voice was even and hid the anxiety she was feeling. Did he already know more than he was letting on? Had something happened to Cillian?

"I've never had the privilege. In fact, I didn't even know he existed until now."

"Oh?"

He exhaled, almost wearily, "It seems Cassandra has taken a fancy to him. Something I think she's been trying to hide from me."

Ciara felt a wave of relief wash over her, something she managed to hide with a laugh, "And can you blame her?" Was that truly all he meant to ask her?

Arthur shot her a look, "Every suitor I've run off in the past was for the best, I can assure you."

Ciara tilted her head, "Perhaps, but I'm not sure see sees it that way."

"No, I doubt she does," He admitted, " -- but then Cassandra is very naive when it comes to the ways of the world. And I intend to keep it that way. There are some things she ought never need worry over." He paused, "As for this Lord Ormond, I can't seem to get a straight answer out of anyone. In fact, the stories about him are so varied and -- frankly -- unbelievable that I don't know what to make of him." He paused, "But I've heard that he's often in your company. What do you know of him?"

"Goodness, not enough to satisfy you," She began, half-teasingly. "But I can find no objections to his character. He is charming and handsome and I gather he's had a rather exceptional life which, no doubt, has been exaggerated greatly. You know how the court loves to gossip. All of these things have certainly endeared him to Cassandra. But he is a good man. The day I first encountered him, he had come to court pay off the debts of one of his family's oldest servants and rescued him from the prisons. All at once he demonstrated that he can be both compassionate and forgiving."

Ciara hoped this was enough and Arthur would leave well enough alone, for now. It wouldn't take him too long to discover that the real Lord Ormond was dead and that would be the end of Cillian's charade. (This was before anyone realized, of course, that Lord Ormond was not a lord at all, but a serving boy who also happened to be a member of the secret resistance who hoped to dethrone Roderick Varmont and all of his children ... but she certainly had no desire to reveal that either).

But even if there had been none of that to contend with, Cillian might have truly been the most dangerous of all of Cassandra's potential suitors. He was the sort of man that she just might truly fall in love with him, after all, but Ciara doubted her uncle would allow Cassandra to marry the son of an Astairan lord. Ciara was beginning to believe that he might have the power to break poor Cassandra's heart.

Arthur didn't seem entirely convinced as to Cillian's character -- still, her assurances did seem to put him more at ease. "Will you introduce me? I would still like to meet him, myself."

"Of course." Ciara had no intention of doing any such thing. Arthur would be sure to recognize him as the Malconaire's servant. Had Cillian not been known to spill half a bottle's worth of wine in Arthur's lap on more than one occasion, perhaps the ruse would have worked. As it was, Ciara wasn't sure enough to try it. "... As long as you promise not to interrogate him," She added.

"I will do nothing of the sort," He teased.

"Arthur -- "

"Very well. I promise not to interrogate him ... at least during our first meeting."

"I suppose that is satisfactory."

"Good. I'm glad that is settled." A beat. "Ciara ... where were you sneaking off to at this time of night?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ciara was suddenly painfully aware that she still held Ronan's letter in her hands. "I -- "

He shook his head, grinning at her mischievously. "Hmm, no need for your excuses. Next time you and Godfrey sneak off for a lover's meeting, you may want to be a bit more subtle about it."

#drabble #challenge #arthur varmont #ft #percy reaves

[forgottenamira]

OOC | Amira & Edmund

hiya, it's ya mama!! ummm idk how to tell you this but...godfrey's the fun parent klajdsflkjsf amira is too busy tryna one-up varys at court and being all 'you embarrassed me today' when edmund fails as a motivational tactic lkasjflkjdf (and we've already discussed the kind of dad ~roderick is akljsdfkjsf) BUT don't let her fool you!! where roderick is all fire, amira is all ice and if you touch her kid you WILL quietly and painfully die -- not that she'd ever tell edmund that beyond smth along the lines of 'no one else matters, only us' bc her parenting is a++++

ANYWAY!! edmund is 100% the product of her ambition like...lol she don't give a flying fuck abt roderick! as far as she is concerned, roderick is a tool in multiple senses! ;D honestly, edmund ~is the person she cares most abt (sorry, bros!), but like...he's #2 in her life bc the thing she cares abt most isn't a person at all -- it is ultimately revenge/power (they're the same thing to her -- miss thing is a slytherin ;DDD) <333333 she's def got a 'the world is at your feet or its at your throat' mentality so she ~does 100% see gaining revenge/power as protecting edmund in her own weird way bc she's been at the world's mercy before and she'd do absolutely anything to make sure that edmund never is -- like, making him emperor is, in her eyes, the only way to keep what happened to ~her and to godfrey from happening to her baby, but that is still 100% more important than his happiness!!! and she would 100% acknowledge this openly there is no dancing around it alkjsfkljsdf like, she doesn't really believe in gods as such (just that there ~are super powerful beings out there that it pleases men to call gods), but if she did, that whole 'god doesn't want you to be happy, he wants you to be strong' quote is 10000000% amira's whole mentality so that's fun!!!

anyway, she's def raised edmund as mommy's lil warlord <3 he must be strong if he wishes to survive what's to come!!! (she also thinks roderick is actually weak af and that's why things have gone as abysmally as they have) also lowkey think amira might've poisoned guin's mom bc she was worried she would have a son </3 and amira can compete with marian for roderick's affections, but not w his og empress, so she didn't think edmund would stand a chance of ruling if the og wife ever had a son. like...amira's been looking towards this war since the first day she clapped eyes on roderick and said 'imma seduce that man' alskdjfkldf also tbh i don't think it actually ~was black magic that produced edmund but i think ~amira thinks it was alksjdfaljksdf so!! that's fun ksjdfaklsjfaksdf amira: you know what really spices things up in the bedroom? black magic babies!

ANYYYYYYWAY, she had edmund specifically and intentionally to create the next emperor and then stupid marian beat her to the punch (i.e., hearing about marian's pregnancy is when amira turned to black magic to ensure she'd conceive) but then amira really fucked up and started to actually care about edmund!!!! #whoops so she was like 'no more babies! i will not become weaker!' and that's why edmund has no full siblings aldksjfskldjf

so, re: amira's opinions abt the future!! she isn't really worried about guin becoming empress bc she honestly can't see roderick w all ~his hangups ultimately wanting guin to rule, what w being a woman, and besides -- and much more importantly bc amira doesn't give af what roderick wants tbqh -- guin obv doesn't wanT the throne so she aint gonna fight for it after roderick dies (in fact, bc of this amira is 100% fine w roderick picking guin -- she'll just oops! tragically die of grief after losing roderick, just like her mama did, and then BOOM edmund for emperor aljsflkjsf), but arthur ~will fight for the throne. sebastian's hardest to nail down, but he ~is male, so ppl of the varmont empire might still amass behind him, so amira means to axe him too someday, just for good measure

i do think once or twice, she has tried to kill arthur and sebastian when amira thought roderick was on the brink of making a decision she didn't like (yeah? that one really really srs childhood illness arthur had? poisoned by his stepmama, but tragically -- tho he nearly died -- he pulled through after all :/) but i do think she was only halfhearted even then bc i think she believes that the competition makes edmund stronger so his bros get to live a lil longer ig alsdjflksdf but she probs has been poisoning marian for awhile, just enough to keep her from conceiving again lkajsdfkljsdf bc amira realized too late that poisoning wife #1 actually made guin's position stronger w roderick and she def doesn't want that for arthur and seb, so marian gets to live lkajsdlfkjdjf

#edmund varmont #marian varmont #arthur varmont #sebastian varmont #roderick varmont #guinevere varmont #ooc #godfrey calainon

[forgottensebastian]

Winter's Wrath | Arthur & Sebastian

A draft swept through the great hall, filling it in the frigid winter air. The candles flickered violently, threatening to go out entirely. The afternoon had been dry and almost warm, but as soon as the sun set, it was if the world turned and suddenly winter had come. As soon as the first guest arrived, the first snowflakes had begun to fall upon the ground and, since then, they had shown no signs of letting up. And even though they were rooms away from the entrance to the castle, every time the great doors opened again to the storm to admit the latest arrival, it could be felt.

Sebastian had taken up residence near the great fireplace at the far side of the hall. It was warm there, yes, but he preferred being out of the way. He had no great love for large assemblies such as these -- smaller, more intimate gatherings were certainly preferred and he would have gladly spent his evening as an observer, but he also knew that inevitably either Arthur or Cassandra would find him and insist that he join in on the dancing and the drinking and the fun that they were all having. And Sebastian would find that he could not resist either of them.

But tonight was different. Tonight, he found himself seeking out his brother. The growing storm showed no sign of relenting, and the Malconaires were no where to be found.

His brother was laughing with a group of his friends: his jovial laugh filling the hall with a sound that would have otherwise made Sebastian smile just to have heard it. "Arthur," He placed a hand on his brother's shoulder to be sure he had his attention, "Arthur, did Lady Eithne tell you if she and her family would be attending tonight?"

He was certain that they would, surely, have planned on it. Valentina Malconaire and her son would not care to risk displeasing his father, nor, he doubted, would they care to pass up on such an opportunity to further cozy up to Sebastian's siblings, while being able to take stock of any rivals they may have. When it came to Valentina's plans for her children, she was far from subtle.

But even they had not yet made an appearance, which made Sebastian worry that they might be caught up in the storm ...

#arthur varmont #comment #winter's wrath

[forgottencassandra]

ooc | Cassandra & Arthur

okay cassandra adores her family and just doesn't understand just how much stress and anxiety her other siblings deal with on a daily basis. like, she gets that there is some -- she imagines that there must be (when she stops to think about it at all) -- but most of the time cassandra is out here living life, having fun, and dealing with only v minor first world problems! (meanwhile her siblings are all headed for a civil war one day, courtesy of daddy dearest ;D)

I do think that she loves both of her bros, but I feel like she's probably closer w/ Arthur, because Seb can be kinda a wet noodle both in terms of what he does for fun (books??) and also just in terms of what he what he will let cassandra get away with without scolding her (literally nothing!! --- even if that's not strictly true, it feels like it to cassandra who has an allergic reaction to the word "no")

Basically, I feel like she has more fun with Arthur ???

I also think that Cassandra is obsessed with fairytales and romances and anytime there's even a hint that one of her siblings could possibly be involved in some kind of tragic high romance, she's here for it!! And I think she ships Arthur/Eithne hardcore and the thought that the prince falls in love with a young, beautiful girl who is trapped by her stepmother and he rescues her just sounds so lovely to cassandra and tbh she probably brings Eithne up a lot around him alkfjalfjalf and I'm sorry

#arthur varmont #ooc

[forgottenalaric]

ooc | Alaric & Arthur

Okay, but I have this headcannon that Alaric has always looked out for Arthur, especially??? Like Bartholomew took a special interest in Sebastian and Edmund has Godfrey, and I think that Arthur has Alaric???

Alaric is not the best with handling ~emotions~ and he's probs not always the best when it comes to advise (alaric is big on repressing things!!!) but he's always been there for arthur and does his best if/when arthur ever comes to him for anything, y'know?

I DO think that Alaric is an excellent fighter / rider / just generally pretty athletic and I think he could have been someone who had a lot of hands on practice time w/ Arthur and just invested a lot in him? ngl, I also think that Alaric always assumed that Roderick's crown would go to Arthur and he was def surprised when it started to be a competition!!

I think he started out giving Arthur attention to make sure that he is the most prepared he can be, but now I think he's firmly in camp Arthur!! (ngl I think that he had some sexist views -- that are now being challenged thanks to eilia -- which kept him away from guin and he does NOT trust amira, which keeps him away from edmund)

(also crying thinking about this uncle/nephew duo and their failed attempts to land the stafford girls alksjflsajflsfj)

#ooc #arthur varmont

[forgotteneithne]

A Shift in the Winds | Arthur & Eithne

The festive sounds grew fainter as Eithne slipped from the Great Hall and into the empty corridors, her slippers barely making a sound on the stone. It seemed like a lifetime ago that instead of her silent footsteps she had been racing through these sides alongside Eilia, laughing and making plans about how their futures would play out in these halls. It had been so simple-- as soon as she was of age, Eithne would become one of Eilia's ladies and they might spend all their time together. Back then there was never an idea that her dearest friend would have become Queen so young-- they'd imagined themselves dancing with courtiers, flirting with foreign dignitaries, and staying up long into the evenings without a care. Neither of them had imagined where they would find themselves currently.

Eithne had made a feeble attempt to speak with Eilia but the Queen had been so closely surrounded by members of the Varmont court, it was near to impossible to reach her. Adding to that Cassimir seeming to be keeping tabs on her movements, she had all but given up on having even the briefest of moments to speak to her friend.

When she had noticed Cassimir had become distracted by some raucous story being told by one of the lords, Eithne took her chance and slipped away from the party. It felt overwhelming in a away she couldn't describe and as nostalgic she had been for her time in the castle as a young girl, she now found herself missing the quiet of the kitchens at the estate.

Footsteps much louder than her own echoed in the hallway, causing Eithne to startle from her thoughts. She turned, half expecting to find Cassimir in search of her but it was not.

Eithne knew an entirely different prince than the one standing before her. The one she knew was dressed less formally, marching about the countryside with her. He would eat the humble lunch Cook would pack for them by the stream, help her chase the chickens back into their pen as if it were a delightful game, and somehow had managed to remind her that there were still reasons to laugh sometimes.

The man standing before her was different, dressed in his royal refinery. He looked the part of a future king and Eithne was reminded once again the same thing she told herself every time he rode away from their estate: there was no future for her with Arthur Varmont.

"Your Highness," she dipped into a curtsey that immediately felt unnatural given the casual nature of their relationship when he came to visit her at the estate, however she found herself at a loss of what else she might say to him in this situation.

#so to answer your question from the OOC: #I do think at some point Eithne would probably clarify to Arthur that she doesn't have any romantic feelings for Cassimir #especially if she sees Arthur is being a little more combative around him because the last thing she wants for anyone is trouble #Plus at some point she'll probably just burst from the stress and anxiety about the whole situation and word vomit it all at Arthur so... #that'll be fun #A Shift in the Winds #Arthur Varmont

[forgottenarias]

arthur/aria: "why did you help me?"

The Orangery was mysteriously locked that day, which meant that Aria and Arthur found themselves walking at a leisurely pace back and forth the length of the Great Hall.

"What do you mean?" Aria feigned ignorance, though she had been wondering if the topic would come up that day.

The Queen Marian had been distraught two nights previous when Aria had happened upon her later in the evening that she normally would have been out in the castle halls. She'd been engrossed in a book in the library and had lost track of time.

Arthur was unwell, it seemed, and Marian was pacing outside his rooms, going on about a strange childhood illness that had resurfaced to a doctor that seemed unwilling to listen. Aria had heard voice, clear as day, in her head as she watched the event unfold.

"Poison."

Aria hadn't known if the voice was real or if she was imagining things but she had ordered for the maids to bring a tonic up for the prince.

Arthur was wearing blue that day, a strange departure from his normal attire. It made his eyes even brighter, though she could see a lingering fatigue in them as well. Regardless, he was not deterred from his questioning.

"You brought me a tonic. It tasted terrible."

"It should. That means I made it properly."

"You stayed with me. And my mother. Why?" Arthur pressed. Aria found herself growing more frustrated with each question. She had stayed until the early hours of the morning, but at the Queen's insistence. "What do you want me to say, Imperial Highness?" Aria demanded. "Is there an answer you want to hear? You were unwell, your mother was distraught, so I stayed to offer what help I could. What more do you want to hear?"

Arthur said nothing, his eyes instead focused on the second level of the hall. Aria followed his gaze to see the other Queen, Amira, walking briskly down the length before disappearing from view. She didn't seem to have even noticed the pair

"Poison! Poison! Poison!"

"Are you unwell?" Arthur was looking at her now, Aria realized.

"I... I think I need to lie down," Aria brought her hand to her forehead. "I'm sorry to cut this--" she stopped. What was this, these walks the pair took now almost daily?

"Perhaps the Orangery will be open tomorrow," she concluded as her parting words before hurrying off at a brisk pace.

Eilia was not in their rooms when she returned which, for perhaps the only time in these past two years, was what Aria had hoped. The young woman approached the hearth of their sitting room fireplace, kneeling down in front of it.

"I don't know if you can hear me... if you're even here... if you're the voice in my head..." Aria whispered into the fire. "Please hold on. We haven't given up." She paused.

"And if that was a warning... thank you."

#arthur varmont #marian varmont #drabble #ask meme #i can't decide if aria accidentally used some healing powers here without knowing #or if Amira just did a bad job with her poison! #or maybe it wasn't poison at all but the guardians are still trying to warn her! #interpret as you will! #most importantly i discovered writing this that Marian has definitely never been able to handle her children being ill #and definitely had yelled at a BUNCH of doctors #aria keeps her cool though? #this was a weird write... i dunno how i feel about it. #oh also the gardeners are done with arthur & aria nonsense in their space and locked the orangery door ;)

[forgottencillian]

OOC | Cillian &

so i thought id go ahead and put this into this kinda format so we can find it later when we inevitably can't remember details nad need a reread heehee <3

so it started w kate using the @ feature to ask when papa malconaire died...

LIZZY

lizzydobbs: Yes! So it was during the war that he [LORD MALCONAIRE] died. Cillian was also fighting in that same battle and was there when it happened #fun

KATE

forgotteneithne: @lizzydobbs oof... that's not traumatizing or anything for cillian...and also adds ANOTHER LAYER OF GUILT to Eithne's cake of confusion when it comes to Arthur XD

KATE AA

forgotteneilionora: this is why cillian cannot forgive the varmont boys...well, ONE of the reasons laksjfklsjdf omg poor eithne aklsjfkjldf arthur 'my dad killed your dad' varmont: wanna dance? ldskfjklsdjafkj

KATE

forgotteneithne: @forgotteneilionora Oh yeah both my ladies are definitely half a step away from a breakdown/existential crisis and I’m living for it 😂

KATE AA

forgotteneilionora: @forgotteneithne honestly if that aint the perfect place for a character idk what isssss <333333

KATE

phabblebabbles: @forgotteneilionora @lizzydobbs okay so wait now I’ve thought much too much about this and have more questions— Roderick’s sons took part in this battle, yeah? If they did…Do the Malconaire ladies know? Obviously Cillian must?! GAH ITS A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL OF DRAMA!

KATE AA

giadesstrin: @phabblebabbles @lizzydobbs OMG OBSESSEDDDDD so!!! Idk exactly which battles the sons personally took part in bc I feel like there were def a number raging in different places etc so this might’ve been under the command of one of the boys, or some rando general, or even if roderick himself. It’s also equally possible that all either none of the varmont or that ~all the varmont were present w each having command of a different flank or whatever so yeah! I’m open to anything! 👀 wait wait (sorry I just woke up my brain isn’t 100% working yet 😂😂😂) I think?? Somewhere??? Lizzy might’ve already answered this!!! Bc I think she said ooc to me asp that Edmund was in charge of the Varmont forces at that battle iirc? 👀 @lizzydobbs am I wildly misremembering things??? I only skim read before I’m ready to do replies so I sometimes get things wrong 😂😂😂😂 no pressure if this is one of those moments 😂😂😂😂 ok yes! I found it! In the edmund/cillian ooc lizzy suggested that perhaps it was edmund who orchestrated the battle wherein lord malconaire died!!!! AHHHHH I love itttt sfjkjfdfhh ok so idk honestly if cillian knows that honestly?? He was lord malconaires aide so he would’ve been privy to ~some info but not all and his line of sight would’ve been limited to just seeing varmont banners-he may have known that royalty was involved if he saw a personal crest? But I doubt he id’d it? just cuz I doubt he was familiar enough w varmont heraldry to know whose that was beyond like maybe ~Roderick’s himself? If such a thing exists in this world? But! If it does abd if edmund has a personal crest that he used that day and cillian saw, he is deffff searching for it but yeah obv a lot if ifs there 😂😂😂 if we do go that direction, it could be interesting if maybe all the varmont boys have similar motifs to designate that status or whatever so there could be a mistaken identity ;D

LIZZY

lizzydobbs: @phabblebabbles @forgotteneilionora ahhhhh I hadn't even thought that they might know edmund was in charge of that battle if they recognized his personal crest!!! b/c yeah I was thinking that edmund WAS in charge of that battle but I don't think he did a whole lot of fighting and was mostly leading from behind the lines from a strategic pov and never came across lord malconaire or cillian, himself. however, I like the idea that eventually it COULD come out and whether .. that is through cillian discovering edmund's crest OR mistaking it for one of the other varmonts and blaming them instead for it haha I'm up for either eventuality

KATE

phabblebabbles: @lizzydobbs @forgotteneilionora the OOC within the OOC is giving me life lol. That all makes total sense— I sort of assume the sisters might not realize the princes are actually active in the battle? (Which might be somewhat just turning a blind to the whole thing which honestly, who could blame them at this point? #trauma) so maybe the whole point of “oh they indirectly (or maybe directly) are the catalyst of our current terrible situation” hasn’t really hit home… yet

KATE AA

giadesstrin: @lizzydobbs @phabblebabbles I def agree that I don’t think rosie, at least, knows edmund had anything to do w it (at least yet 😉) but honestly that could def be a sort of willful ignorance on her part if we prefer! Rosie has a way of not seeing things she doesn’t want to until she has no choice haha but I can also see cillian playing that close to the chest re: the malconaires bc he worries for their safety if they displease the varmonts so he probs feels they’re safer if they don’t know At least until he discovers (whether correctly or not 😂😂😂) whose banner he saw. That being said he’d def share absolutely everything w the resistance—and Ciara might know who the commander was there? He might ask her abt it asp, too? @phabblebabbles omg IKRRRRRR I’ve been laughing abt the ooc within the ooc tooooo

KATE

phabblebabbles: @lizzydobbs @giadesstrin honest it’s on brand lol also just laughing at poor cillian trying to protect what’s left of his adopted family only got literally allllll the emperor’s sons to roll in. 😂 he’s probably like GOSH DARNIT JUST STAY INSIDE MALCONAIRES.

KATE AA

giadesstrin: @lizzydobbs @phabblebabbles cillian, in the middle of another snowpocypse but this time the varmonts got snowed in at the malconaire estate: come on, ladies, it’s time to move into the woods! Who needs houses anyway *sweating nervously*

KATE

phabblebabbles: @lizzydobbs @giadesstrin omg I’m dead poor cillian 😂😂😂😂Honestly between his war trauma, Brigit trauma, and the Varmont bros just existing its really a wonder he hasn’t had a breakdown lol

KATE AA

giadesstrin: @phabblebabbles @lizzydobbs honestlyyyyyy I feel like the resistance is keeping him sane rn bc it means the fight isn’t over!!! They haven’t won yet!!! There’s still more he can do but sdghjhfddg yeahhhhh he is really going through it tbqh

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@forgottenedmund -- ill probs ask this in the edmund/cillian solo thread too but just in case i forget...if you think edmund ~does have a banner that cillian might've seen, what do you think the sigil is? i ask bc im 100% sure that cillian would be on the hunt for it if he saw it

#ooc #eithne malconaire #arthur varmont #roderick varmont #edmund varmont #sebastian varmont #brigit malconaire #roisin malconaire #ciara varmont #about

[forgottenpercy]

ooc | Percy & Arthur

why do I see an arthur/merlin relationship between these two but like ... without the friendship element ??? just like percy constantly vexed by arthur's demands (and just general personality) and arthur always rolling his eyes at what an "incompetent" servant percy is. (meanwhile percy is taking FOREVER to saddle arthur's horse b/c he's trying to listen to what arthur and roderick are talking about)

(also ... new headcannon that arthur believes that all astairan servants are stupid and incompetent and don't know how to do a simple task like pour a glass of wine w/o spilling it everywhere ;D)

#ooc #arthur varmont

[forgottenedmund]

Unfriendly Competition | Arthur & Edmund

Edmund had spent the entire day dodging servants.

It seemed a bit chaotic and unorganized, but he supposed that that was to be expected as this was the first time the two combined households were expected to work together for such a large occasion. (In addition, it hadn't taken much to note that the local Astairans were less than pleased to be serving Roderick Varmont and his entire family while their Queen remained a glorified prisoner.)

Those feelings will pass, Edmund thought, They always did.

He had eventually found a tucked away corner in one of the courtyards which seemed mostly undisturbed, where he poured over an atlas of Astaira -- familiarizing himself with this new realm that would (hopefully) one day pass to him.

He went unnoticed here, half-hidden behind some of the trees that had clearly not been the gardeners priority and had been allowed to grow as wild as they pleased. It was from this vantage point that he spotted his brother Arthur and what seemed like a botched attempt to garner Aria Stafford's favor. Edmund could not hear what was said, but it was clear that Aria was more irritated than entranced with her brother.

As soon as she departed, Edmund stood and approached his brother (he never could pass up on an attempt to tease him). "Have you had to resort to flirting with the hostages?" Edmund smirked. "These really are dark days."

#comment #arthur varmont #unfriendly competition