forum King and Consul // OxO with Knightinadream

Started March 09, 2022 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Lol you're fine! I was a touch confused but it's alright

Anyways I already have ideas for the king. How does a pious, gay-but-he's-trying-to-pray-it-away, young married king sound? and then,,, enter your character and king goes "oh no"

Oml yes! Honestly, I love it when that happens between two characters. I'm starting to get ideas on what my character is going to be like. Should we do templates?

Yeah! And his wife is like,,, a French or Holy Roman Empire princess or something and they married for an alliance and whatever and like. He cares about her but doesn't love her, and he's kissed people before but never done more (beyond the consummation on his wedding night) because the idea of a mistress is repulsive bc, well, he doesn't find women attractive and alxbdhbssb I already love him way too much–

I think templates would probably be helpful lol

For real though, he sounds great. I also like how despite not loving his wife, he still cares cares her; that's cool. I'm so excited to rp with these characters; it's gonna be fun!

Dope! I'm just gonna post this template up lol. I wasn't sure what else to add to it.

Name:
Title:
Age:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Personality:
Background:
Other:

Yeah! I mean,,, he's like "I'm not going to publicly shame you or ignore you or anything, and I'm not going to ignore you, i am just not attracted to you in any way" (not that he admits that to her tho lol)

Looks good! I'll fill mine out soon, I have some hw to finish up first

Cool cool, take your time. I'll try to post mine as soon as I can. :)

Alright!

Name: Edward Stuart
Title: King of England (Full: King Edward VII of England, Scotland, and Ireland)
Age: 24
Gender: Cis man
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Edward stands at 5'10", with a nicely muscled form. He has a slim waist and a triangular body shape. He has blue eyes the color of forget-me-nots, and golden hair trimmed to a short length. His hair has soft curls in it, and he has a reputation for being very attractive. He has a few scars on his arms and torso from various things, but most of his visible skin is free of scarring or any other such things.
Personality: A quiet, but well-spoken young man, Edward is known for being a careful and thoughtful king. He is also a pious man, who is known to pray for guidance. In private, he retains that quiet, well-spokenness, and likes to read. He is also a kind man, but is also a just man who will not shirk from enforcing the law when necessary.
Background: (a note: I am bending/breaking history with Edward; his father was really succeeded by James II, and had a ton of illegitimate children. I have replaced James with Edward, and gotten rid of the other children) Edward was Charles II's oldest son; he had three other siblings, though his only brother died at three years old, and his sisters have both gotten married by now. His father died when Edward was 17, and Edward assumed the throne a few months later. He had been engaged to a princess of France since he was 3 years old, and once he was on the throne, preparations for the wedding began. The advisors had wanted to have him get married at 13, but his father had not wanted to marry Edward off so young. Edward married his wife, Marie, at the age of 20; it took about three years to get all the details figured out, and then have the wedding ceremony. Edward has been attracted to other men since he was about 14. At least, that was when he realized it. He has had a few dalliances with other men, but it has never been anything but emotional, with very few physical encounters (and never sex), because he hates this portion of himself. He believes it is a sin to be conquered, and other prays for guidance on what he can do to "get rid" of the "sinful impulses". He tries to force himself to be attracted to women, especially his wife, but cannot. It was very difficult for him to consummate the marriage on their wedding night; he had, well, a hard time getting…well. You know. This was because he is not attracted to her. She is beautiful, and he knows that, and he wishes desperately that he was attracted to her, because he does very much like her and care for her, but he can't see her as anything other than a friend and confidant. He had an affair with another man for about a year and a half, when he was 21. That man went on trial six months ago for sodomy, and was found guilty. In a last ditch effort, the nobleman yelled out that he had kissed the king, and if he was to die for it then Edward should too. Edward, at those words, felt like his heart had stopped. The council demanded to know if this was true. Edward forced himself to take a few moments to breathe, before giving an "explanation": he had thought it was only a friendly kiss, thought that it was just to show a brotherly sort of bond, and of course he would never have allowed it, had he known what a disgusting and vile thing this nobleman had had in mind. The explanation was accepted, and the nobleman was executed. That night, Edward cried himself to sleep, terrified of what could have happened to him and what did happen to the man he had cared about. Since then, he has not been involved with anyone, and has instead tried to pray and suppress away the attractions that he feels, and devote himself to his wife instead.
Other: ~

Name: Sabbas Desiderio Valiente Medina
Title: Sir Valiente Medina or just Sir Valiente
Age: 25
Gender: Cis male (He/Him)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: If it is not for his personality or skills, Sabba always stands out due to his looks. He is a pretty tall man, standing roughly around six foot one or two, and has an athletic body. His wavy oily hair is jet black; it is long, pushed back, and parts down the middle. His eyes are dark brown, but they appear to be black most of the time. Sabba has warm beige skin along with sharp facial features; most of his features come from his mother.
Personality: Most people tend to either think Sabbas is peculiar or fall for his charms. Despite being a tad bit cynical, he is ambitious and relatively wise for his age. He knows that he is smart and handsome, but he also knows that people fall for him; sometimes he uses that to his benefit. A natural observer, he likes to take care of conflicts at hand with confidence. He is very passionate about his work and just about anything he's interested in. Very trustworthy if he believes that one deserves his loyalty; definitely a person to come to confine in. Sabba is cool-headed for the better part, but that's mainly because he doesn't know how to be anything else. What many don't know is that what they see of him is just an outer shell.
Background: Sabba was born in Málaga, Spain as a result of an affair. His father, Lord Valiente Castilla, fell in love with his mother who is a Moorish (Morrocan) peasant. Azahara, his mother, asked his uncle to adopt him because she did not want him to be killed by his father or to be on the streets. His uncle, who is way more kind than his older brother, and aunt decided to adopt him. If anyone asked about him, Sir Valiente and his wife would say that Sabba was their own biological son. They truly call him as their own.

Despite having a rough beginning, he had a relatively nice childhood. Of course he knew that his aunt and uncle were not his true parents and his older siblings are his cousins, but Sabba considered them to be his parents and brother and sisters. Sabba mostly spent time with his siblings if he was not with a tutor. He did spend time with uncle a lot, especially since the man wanted him to be strong and protect himself against anything.

"Sabba, you are not like the others. One foolish move, and you are done for." That is what his uncle had told him when he was ten and those words had seared into his heart. He went on to study in Madrid where he studied international politics and English. When he was nineteen, his real father had passed away and his uncle had finally become the duke which helped Sabba's reputation. He already had a good one, but his uncle becoming the duke was really beneficial. Maybe wooing some officials and their daughters also were too.

When it comes to international diplomacy, he wanted to become an ambassador or a consular to the Ottoman Empire. As he continued to impress the king, queen, and everyone else on the court, he began learning Arabic and Turkish in hopes of getting what he wanted the most. Much to his dismay, the king made him the ambassador to Great Britain and now he is not very happy, although he prays that everything will be fine.
Other: N/A I suppose

The palace was holding a new ball. This one didn't have any specific purpose; it was just a ball. Edward had let Marie handle most of the organization. She enjoyed doing it, and she was good at it, so he had decided why not. He arrived to it with her, together. They always did. They were married. As was custom, they had separate bedchambers. The problem that this caused, however, was that it became all the more obvious that Edward did not visit Marie's bed as often as he should. He was her husband, and yet they had only been together carnally once, on their wedding night. That night remained the night that had been the scariest, in his mind. There had been witnesses. He had had to stare down at this beautiful young woman on the bed, and pray that he would be able to perform the way a king was expected to, when he was not attracted to her. It had been a terrifying thing. His advisors were pressuring him to produce an heir, and there were so many nights that he spend pacing his own bedchambers, trying to get up the courage to go to hers to try to have an heir. He knew it was necessary, and yet the idea of trying terrified him in ways he could barely consider. What if he tried and then couldn't go through with the act? There were already rumors spreading that the king was incapable of having children, as the very few times he had visited Marie he had barely been able to finish.

It was all making him miserable, and he found he was spending more and more time in the castle's private chapel. It was quiet and peaceful in there, and he could think and pray and beg God to take away this attraction that he felt, begging for the attraction to be transferred to his wife. Not even to all women. Just to the wife he had married and cared about and wanted to do right by. But he would be the best husband he could, while hoping and praying that the way he felt would change. However, the longer it didn't, the more he worried that perhaps it never would.

His arm was linked with Marie's as they entered the ball together, the herald announcing their arrival by listing off their full titles. Both had very long titles; Marie's was just as long as his due to her status as a French princess. Their child, if they had one, would have claim to France. Edward's gaze flickered out over the large gathering of nobility, mainly English but also a smattering of other nations.

Todos los caminos llevan a Roma. All roads lead to Rome, and yet somehow, his lead him to a ballroom of the British Empire's king. How can he ever fulfill his dreams here? Why here? People dressed in extravagant clothing, talking in somewhat perfect but fluent English. Some were dancing on top of the marble floors while others, including himself, were on the sides either watching or talking to other people as they drank from wine glasses. Beautiful chandeliers hung above their heads while mellifluous string music filled the air. Sabbas was alone, standing near the left side of the ballroom as he observed the scene that was playing out in front of him.

Despite living in the palace for the last week or so, he never had the time to meet with the king. Instead he was greeted by other ambassadors and curious officials or nobles who wanted to see this young Spaniard who has the same, if not possibly more, influence as them. Sabbas did not mind this at all for he thought that it kept his mind off of all the anxieties he has. Although when his servant came rushing down the hall with an invitation from the king, he knew that it was officially time to make his presence known to everyone, including His Majesty.

In all honesty, he really has no idea what the king looks like. Whatever he knows about the monarch's appearance either comes from others' words or the paintings that he sees around the palace. He does not really trust paintings though; a paint brush can never truly capture the aura of a person in his opinion. Personalities are thicker than paint after all. Nevertheless, Sabbas knew that his prejudices about the king and everything else might be useless, but he does not care. He feels like a black sheep in a field full of white sheep; he must use it to his advantage.

And that is why he is here now. All dressed up in elegant Spanish crimson velvet attire with a transparent statuesque face. Out of nowhere, all sounds had come to a halt as the herald announced the king and queen's presence. He tried getting a glimpse, but ended up bowing along with everyone else. On the other hand, with caution, his chin titled up from the floor a little to get a gaze of those piercing blue eyes before he made contact with the floor again.

(btw do you have any triggers or things you would like to avoid? Personally I don't, but I'd like to check in with you)

Edward looked out at the sea of brightly dressed people, his blue eyes studying all of the nobles that had attended. He knew quite a few were not his people; most of the ambassadors had been invited, including the Spanish one that he had yet to meet. Relations with Spain were currently very tumultuous. The country was not happy with his marriage to a French Princess. They were concerned that this marriage would upset the balance of the continent, and could lead to an overturn of their country in the future. There was also, of course, the conflict surrounding the colonies as well. Spain was getting rich off of the gold flowing from the new world, and, to be frank, Edward was not happy about it. England's colonies, in the north, were less prosperous, and their southern colonies were still being established. Besides, the southern colonies of England gave things like tobacco and cotton, rather than gold. Most island colonies were plagued with pirates, and the Empire's long arm had a hard time reaching those pirates, despite their navy.

All this considered, he knew that his first meeting with the ambassador needed to happen soon, and it needed to happen in a good way. He could not afford to alienate the ambassador. Doing so could lead to war. He would prefer to avoid war. There was already conflict within the British Empire. Any Empire of its size and reach was bound to have conflict, but it was difficult. There were problems in India, problems in the colonies, and even problems here at home.

He shook away the thoughts, giving his queen a soft smile, and gesturing for everyone to get back up and resume the party. He would dance with the queen first, obviously. He had no idea if he would choose to dance with anyone else. Dancing with other women sometimes caused rumors of mistresses. Which wasn't ideal, given the whispers that he was ignoring his queen.

(Off the top of my head, I don't believe that I have any. If I do think of anything, I'll let you know. Also, I'm slightly bending history with the Hapsburgs ruling the Spanish Empire by creating a new royal family. I hope that's okay.)

This is it. This is his chance. A ball is more than a perfect setting to introduce himself to King Edward. His uncle always told him that introductions were as vital as a battalion of highly skilled men. The duke also said it's always best to have on in an area where the atmosphere is good and there's plenty of people to see; that way his impression can create waves among everyone in the area. Diplomacy these days, certainly, has its ways.

Especially with the inner turmoil at home, the slight decline in progress, and the rising empire in the new world, he has to make a lasting impression that will help him. If not for Spain or King Francisco, but for his own personal reputation. Something about showing these British that he, along with the Spanish Empire, is a force to be reckoned with. He is, he knows it well more than anything else.

Sabbas stood back up along with everyone else. Just as people went back to dancing or talking to others, he turned his head to get a better glimpse at the king and queen. Nothing in his facial expression changed except for his eyes squinting. His hands were crossed behind his back as he curiously stared at the blue eyed monarch. He could swear that they practically look like jewels or the water from the beaches back at home.

With a small shake of his head, he went to watching those dancing. The young lady to which whom he was talking to awhile ago had walked away from her previous dance partner only to show up in front of him. Sabbas looked over at the king, but then soon extended his hand out to the lady, leading her to the dance floor.

(alright! And yeah lol that's fine, I've already bent it quite a bit with Edward and Marie lol)

Edward released Marie's arm, taking a step so that he could give her a light bow. She was the only person on this earth that he would ever bow to; save for the pope, if he ever met the man. Other than the pope, though, his queen was the only person he would bow to. Kings did not bow to each other, and they did not bow to anyone below them in rank, either. "Would you do me the honor of a dance, my lady?" he asked, looking up at her with a small smile on his face. He knew she would accept; she had to, really. He was just glad she did not despise him for not being the husband she had likely wanted him to be.

She smiled back, dipping into a curtsy and then taking his outstretched hand. "But of course, my lord." she replied, and he led her out onto the dance floor. They both were wearing crowns, to help them stand out from the crowd. Not that they needed that. They already did. Her gown was a gorgeous cream tone, with purple detailing. His short cape was purple on the underside and black on the top, and also features some blues and whites to help coordinate the two outfits. Purple was the color of royalty; no one else here would be wearing it, or if they were it was with express permission. His sisters, for instance, would both have some touches of purple or royal blue somewhere in their garments. Their husbands likely would as well.

Dancing has always been a favorite of Sabbas. It is so much like fencing in that there is nuance and one can use the activity for some relative gain. On the other hand, he just enjoyed dancing for the sake of it. Letting his body sway and move around with his partner while the music carried their feet to its beat is a completely different feeling in its own. Even his aunt said that it is more whimsical when you do it with the one meant to be with you.

Here and there, him and his partner exchanged some words; mostly just flirtation and sweet nothings. Every now and then, he would glance over at the king and queen for a few seconds. Sometimes his gaze would linger longer than he wanted it to. The window of opportunity is right there for him; if he is too late, then God only knows what will happen.

"What is the matter, Sir?" The lady asked. Her jade eyes looked at him until he decided to gaze into them.

A gentle smile rested upon his face. "Nothing, mi amada," He reassured, watching as she smiled back. His voice is deep, smoky with dulcet undertones. Even while speaking slowly in English, it is still the same. "I am terribly sorry, love, for my mind must be preoccupied with worry. I worry what His Majesty will think of me. Besides, mi amada, it is my first ball in this country with such a beautiful rose as yourself."

She lightly laughed with a shake of her head. Taking his hand set on her side, she placed it against her hip. "Oh, you have nothing to worry for my good Sir. Despite the differences, I believe His Majesty will think kindly of you. He is a reasonable man after all."

Sabbas pulled her closer. "I suppose you are right, mi amada. Hopefully he is as kind as you are." They stopped talking and danced for the rest of the song. Still, he stole another glance, looking over his shoulder at His Majesty.