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Leed's Castle
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Whilst not in Kent, this castle wax built as a replica to the muggle castle and has remained under the belonging of the magical Windsor family. Recently, however, it has become the main residency for the Russian royal family, given to them in good faith.

Roleplay[]

Vasya and Polina[]

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
[ AGE ] 28 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Empress.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

Vasya had been here for nearly thirty minutes. She hadn't told any of the other family members she was coming here. But according to the security, all of them were out for the night anyway. Most were in Hogwarts and Nikolai...Merlin knew what he did with his free time but Vasya was glad he wasn't home. She was in crutches and she was keeping weight off her foot. Stitches. That's all she needed but it was annoying. Infuriating. Aleks and her hadn't spoken much during it. Not anything regarding what had happened. Vasya had assured Aleks it was fine to go home, saying that she was just going to go straight to bed anyway so no point in coming home with her. Had Vasya gone to bed? No. She was in the music room which was on the ground floor. Again, this was the reason she was here. The private residency was nearly three flights whilst the castle had bedrooms on the ground floor. Vasya wasn't interested in trying to get upstairs pregnant and on crutches. Vasya wasn't sure how to feel. She was exhausted but she couldn't even think of sleeping. So she was playing the violin, her crutches. She hadn't played it in months and it felt nice, even if the wires dug into her fingers. It was a sad song. It wasn't going to be upbeat. Eventually, though, she ended up putting down the bow and instrument to cover her mouth as she started crying. It started off slow before getting heavier and heavier. She was just letting it out, really. It wasn't loud, no, she was quiet to make sure no one passing the doors would hear.

Vasya Wb 10

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PolinaWb5

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
27 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

It doesn't matter that Vasya had sent her on a wild goose chase around the country. In the end, Polina had found out the store had the damn crib in a sister shop in Wales. So guess where Polina spent her afternoon? As it turns out, her wife's hold on her is a lot more powerful than any of them thought. So understandably, as besotted as she is, when she receives her wife's chain of texts — hours late, she'll admit — she immediately switches gears and ultimately ends up at Leeds Castle, where she imagines her to be seeing as their private home was empty when she dropped off the forsaken crib. "Darling, are you here?" The English is rough on her tongue, every syllable strained and colored with terseness just because of how little she appreciates practicing the language. But unfortunately, she's starting to realize she needs to refine and perfect her English, because as far as she's aware, her children will unfortunately have it as their main language given where they'll likely be raised. So. May as well take advantage of the next year or so before she needs to start worrying about teaching enunciation and pronunciation and all that other crap. It's the sound of quiet sobbing that draws her to the music room. Alarms are set off in her head when she realizes it's Vasilia, and before long, she's approaching her wife where she sits. She doesn't quite notice the crutches until she rounds the table she's behind, and — who the fuck did this to her? "My love, what is wrong?" She's got murder in her eyes, but her priority is comforting Vasya. Everything else can wait for the time being.

Message Me • {{{1}}}

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
[ AGE ] 28 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Empress.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

So distracted by her own thoughts, she didn't notice Polina entering the room until she spoke and Vasya turned her head away from Polina, hiding her own tears as she pressed the back of her palm against her cheeks, wiping away the tears. She didn't know-she didn't know how to approach it with Polina. Vasya was well aware that if she started ranting about Aleks and how miserable she was, she'd probably lose Polina. And she didn't want another fight. Merlin, she couldn't fight with Aleks and then pick one with Polina the same day. That'd be too much for her. She was happy to start one with Misha though. He still hasn't replied to her texts and she knows this because she has notifications on high volume (she doesn't, she accidentally muted it instead) and her sobs are not louder than a phone, thank you very much. "You're early," she said, not bothering with English and simply reverting to her mother tongue. Actually, she technically learnt French first and then Russian but Russian was the most common one she used in school and with Polina. But it explains why so many of them have a hint of a French accent, they were raised on the language of the courts. French. Her voice was raspy and she still hadn't quite stopped herself from crying but she wasn't even sure if she could stop the tears. Maybe when she dies of dehydration. "I didn't expect you for another..." she trailed off as she saw a clock, "...oh. I lost track of time. I-" she began but then her hand covered her mouth again as another wave began. Vasya wasn't exactly shy of crying in front of Polina. Merlin knows they've seen each other in more vulnerable states but she felt so useless about it. "I feel like a terrible person who can't help anyone and no matter what I do, who I turn to, I seem to be hurting someone else and-" Vasya was feeling guilty as well. This shouldn't be about her but she didn't want to make Aleks the point of topic yet either. "Do you think I victimise myself?"

Vasya Wb 11

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PolinaWb5

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
27 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

Polina cocks her head, frowning at the Russian. If everything was fine — which is very obviously not the case right now — then her wife would be leaping at the opportunity to either tease her for her English or join in, but facing neither scenario is so telling it breaks her heart. "You did." Polina nods, not hesitating to gather her into her arms the second she spots another wave of tears coming. The quivering of her lips, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes welling up — it's killing Polina that she can't do anything to help. Hugs aren't enough. They never are. It's something, though, and sh supposes it'll have to suffice until she finds out what happened. Her arm settles around Vasya's torso protectively, the palm of her other hand resting on Vasya's growing bump. "Why do you feel like this? You know you're a good person. Why do you doubt that?" She stills for a moment, concern hitting her like a freight train when she hears her question. This is so unlike her that Polina can't help but wonder what happened. "Is this about Alya?" Polina pauses again, suspicion sinking in her bones. Her eyes narrow on the unlucky piano key she's fixated on. "Has she said something?"

Message Me • {{{1}}}

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
[ AGE ] 28 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Empress.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

Vasya almost automatically melted into Polina's arms. "Everyone thinks that," Vasya pointed out, her voice weak and breaking constantly, "doesn't mean it's true." When Polina brings up Aleks, or Alya, her heart sinks. "Aleks," she whispered, "she prefers Aleks." She didn't want to fight Polina, even risk an argument. And she knew if she recounted what happened, it'll be bad. "I saw her today, yes. She..." Vasya may as well rip the bandaid off, shouldn't she? She's already in a terrible mood. Why make tomorrow a bad day when one can make this day an extra bad day? "She's getting married. To Pietro. She's going to pretend he's the father of her born-out-of-wedlock child. And I said she should marry for love and then it descended into an argument." Was that a good summary? "We said things I don't think either of us really meant but we said it anyway." Vasya wiped her eyes again, trying to get rid of the tears that were beginning to burn. "I'm not perfect. I...I seem to have made people think I'm perfect. And I'm not. I know I'm not."

Vasya Wb 11

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PolinaWb5

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
27 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

Polina tilts her head downward, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. She honestly could not care less that Alya prefers; as far as she's concerned, she is, always has been, and always will be Alya — it's her name, by all legal means. She almost points it out, but Vasya keeps talking so she shuts her lips again. The news makes Polina freeze, the absentminded rub of the side of Vasya's belly stopping as well as she processes the news. Yes, she knew Aleks was pregnant, but getting married to Pietro, of all people? Polina has never understood heterosexual people, and this is really no different. Though, on the other hand — "It would reflect poorly on us if she didn't do anything about it," Polina points out. Still, fury bubbles in her veins. She's always hated how difficult Aleks has made things for them, for Vasya. Her constant disrespect of tradition, how she's always insisted on dragging the family down with her. Her selfishness will one day be her downfall; that much Polina is sure of. "What did she say?" she asks, tone terse. She almost doesn't want to ask. She has a sinking gut feeling she'll be lied to, because like always, Vasya would be willing to land herself in a difficult spot than reprimand her sister or accept her sister's shortcomings. At least this time Aleks is doing something to own up to her mistakes. "Was she the one that got it into your head that you're always victimizing yourself?"

Message Me • {{{1}}}

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
[ AGE ] 28 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Empress.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

"I can deal with that," Vasya remarked. Maybe she was being stubborn about it but she believed she could. They've dealt with worse public scandals. "Yes, she did accuse me of it," she said carefully. She wasn't going to outright lie to Polina. She wasn't that bad of a wife. And she wanted Polina to trust her (despite the wild goose chase) and lying really wasn't on the table. Especially considering she knew how she'd feel if it was the other way round. And suddenly she was reciting it. She was able to recount, word for word, everything Aleks and she said. "And then I accidentally stabbed myself in the foot. That...that was an accident. I had to go get stitches. I met the minister's sister. She's nice, very sweet. I should be able to take the cast off in a few days, though. Full recovery." Vasya was focussing on the foot now. Maybe if she dangles the i'm injured :((( card, Polina would be distracted enough from everything else she just heard. All the while, Vasya's hand went down onto Polina's, rubbing small circles onto the back of her hand.

Vasya Wb 10

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PolinaWb5

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
27 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

"Just because you can deal with it doesn't mean you should. You shouldn't have to be the one cleaning everyone's public scandals. You might have dealt with worse, but my love, it is still a scandal. Too many and we'll have a fallen Empire on our hands. Then what? Then how do we move on, when we have nothing left to hold onto? Your sister needs to be held accountable for her mistakes, because she's committing them at the expense of your health and sanity. She is being selfish and irresponsible, since long before she even became pregnant. She cannot hide behind hormones or a bump. She knows her mere existence is a threat to everything your family has been trying to rebuild and protect for years, and she isn't stopping to think about how it affects you." Polina's transition back into Russian is subtle, but as she becomes more frustrated, she's unable to really think or even speak in a language she still struggles with. Russian is easier. Not that she's pissed for long, although she still plans to circle back to Alya throwing baseless accusations at Vasya. "What did you just say?!" Polina's head drops, shifting back to try and get a good look at the injured foot. It explains the crutches, but she didn't think it was a fucking stabbing. "Was this Aleksandra as well?!" Yeah, she's going to kill her. "How did it happen? My God, why did you not call me sooner? I would have been at the hospital in a heartbeat. Is the baby okay?"

Message Me • {{{1}}}

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
[ AGE ] 28 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Empress.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

Vasya frowned at Polina's rant. She didn't agree with it. Not all the parts. Maybe she had a point with the first part. "It's my job," she murmured, "too make sure we don't have a fallen empire. So that means I have to clean it up." Vasya dug her palms into her eyes. Job as an empress, job as an older sister. It's her job to protect her family and she can't seem to do that no matter what she tries. She took them to England, away from the danger, and that didn't seem to work. "She doesn't threaten our existence, she's still apart of our family. Whether she or you like it or not," she murmured but it seemed her trick worked and she breathed in relief. Maybe that argument will be skipped over. "No, it was an accident. My hand hit a knife on the table and it fell into my foot," Vasya responded. "And the baby is fine. The baby wasn't at risk bar an increased blood pressure. But we're booked in for an ultrasound in a week, just in case. I don't feel anything wrong down there, they're fine. And I know you would have, I just...I just wanted some time for myself. I even sent Aleks home. I, can you believe, was in a worse state than I am now. I don't think I made a good impression on the healers," she confessed with a small laugh.

Vasya Wb 10

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PolinaWb5

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
27 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

"No, right now your only job is to stay safe, rested and hydrated. You're carrying our child, sweetheart. You can't keep putting yourself under more stress to appease your sister or anyone else just because you're the Tsarina. I understand you have a responsibility to the family and Russia because of your titles, but you still need to take care of yourself. You can't lead a country if you're unwell." Polina's biggest fear is Vasilia miscarrying. It'd feel like the biggest knife to her chest yet. It already makes her feel ill just thinking about losing the little life she and her wife have already created, tiny as it is. Yes, she's been paranoid and worried and whatnot, but this baby is theirs. She wishes Vasya would understand and sympathyze with that, go out of her way to make sure that doesn't happen, but here they both are. If she'd listened to me when I said to wait for me... Polina is trying to not lose control of her anger right now. She knows it'd just end poorly for Aleks, and in turn, exacerbate Vasilia's declining mental health. (The things she would say, though...) She does make note of the appointment, filing it away mentally to add to the calendar. "Tell me what is on your mind."

Message Me • {{{1}}}

Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream.
[ AGE ] 28 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Empress.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

Vasya could hear it, the worry, the stress, the fear, in Polina's voice. And that was almost as bad as Polina yelling and arguing with her. In fact, Vasya might be leaning into the position that, despite her own lack of energy for an argument, that would have been easier to bear than realising how much pain she was putting Polina through. Vasya, however, when she went to the restaurant without Polina, didn't think it would end up like this. Whilst she had her own fears, such as Aleks wanting to abdicate, didn't think even that would have ended up this badly. Let alone Vasya sitting in St. Mungo's with a bleeding foot. She took Polina's hand and kissed her knuckles, gently, softly, once, twice then a third time. "What's on my mind? That ever since I sat on that throne, everything seems to keep on going wrong no matter what I try. Ilya would have done a better job, he always knew what to do. How to make everyone happy," Vasya confessed. She wasn't cut out for this job, no matter how hard she tried, she knew her own personality was working against her. She wasn't ruthless, she felt guilty whenever she bossed people around and it had taken months, if not years, for people to actually realise they needed to listen to her. Head of the family? Please-Vasya was never a leader in anything. "I'm not angry at anyone," she said after a moment. "But...I feel I'm suddenly have to be accountable for everyone else's mistakes. My father's, especially. I can see the results of how he raised us and I don't how to fix it. I feel like he skipped town and left me to deal with the mess that he left but he didn't skip town. He died. Which isn't his fault, but I still want to blame him for it." Vasya hated feeling bad about people, especially feelings such as resentment and anger, and always ended up thinking herself a bad person whenever she did so.

Vasya Wb 10

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JC

Polina RomanovaEmpress of all of Russia

「 Age 」
27 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Royal Consort
「 Relationship 」
Married to Vasilia

Polina's lips dip into a frown that deepens with every word she utters. Eventually, she heaves a sigh, so frustrated with Vasya, with Ilya, with Aleks, that she doesn't really know what to say anymore. It's always the same thing. Her wife feeling insecure, her sister-in-law being a twat, and her deceased brother-in-law creating headaches from beyond the grave. His death was tragic and not at all his fault, which is why she can't fault him at all, but it's certainly upsetting to know her wife thinks so little of herself because of a ghost. "You make everybody happy, Vasya. Aleks is pregnant and hormonal. She isn't everyone in your life, either. You need to give her time, but she'll come around. She always does." Polina would be happy to knock some sense into her skull if need be, but she's certain it isn't even necessary. As much shit as Aleks talks, and as much as she dislikes her sister-in-law, she knows her very well. Aleks can't survive without Vasya; she's her lifeline, even if they're both too thick-headed to see it. There's a moment of silence as Polina cups her wife's cheeks, cradling her face gently as she leans in to kiss her forehead, cheeks and nose. It's meant to bring some comfort to her, but Polina isn't so sure it'll work, given everything. "Then blame him. You aren't wrong. He knew there was always a possibility someone else might inherit the throne, but he still did what he did. He still chose to be a horrible father. Some say it's not good to speak ill of the dead, but in this case, I'd say he deserves it."

Message Me • 01:19, 27 March 2021 (UTC)

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