Awynter

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Just because I am a prince doesn’t make my life a fairy tale. / from day!

“I…” Anne’s words trailed off as she tried to formulate a reply that didn’t sound entirely ignorant. She knew that lives were rarely fairy tales, even for those with the world at their fingertips. She had been one, once upon a time, but even then her life had been far from magical. “I did not mean to make it sound as though you were living a fairy tale. I merely meant that it must be rather freeing to live such a life. A life of freedom and luxury. That's all I meant."

“You’d keep me in suspense about such a thing after I revealed my ankles and toes to you? I didn’t take you for such a petty man, Benjamin Tallmadge.” She hid a smile behind her hand, even though she knew her face was hidden from view. It was much easier to be brave when she wasn't face-to-face with him, so Anne let the jibes flow freely while she could. It felt nice to be able to fall back into their routine of banter, especially after their last meeting had ended so abruptly.

She listened as he trudged out of the water and onto shore. She practically held her breath, closing her eyes to imagine what order he might be dressing in. Would he put his breeches on first, or his shirt? Would he pull his hair up, or let it fall around his face? She shook the thought away, trying to rid her mind of the mental imagery of his undressed body. When he gave her the permission to turn around, Anne waited a moment, letting her heart steady itself before she dared to face him again.

“Is that so?" Hugging her arms around herself, she smirked and shifted her weight from foot to foot. "I’ll be sure to designate my dismembered head to you in my will.”

As lighthearted as the morbid comment was, Anne couldn't help but worry that losing her head was an entirely real possibility. Her very own Henry would find her at some point, and Anne wouldn't put it past George to order a beheading for her crime. He had always bore a flair for the dramatics. English men had that in common, it seemed.

“Tell that to Frances. She’s always rather intent on making me portray Anne Boleyn. And, knowing our luck, she’d assign you the role of my adoring husband.” Snorting, Anne looked away to hide the blush on her cheeks. While she certainly wouldn't mind being Ben's wife--on stage, of course-- she wasn't sure she wanted to assign herself to the same fate as her character. If she were to take on another life on stage or anywhere else, Anne would've much preferred a happy ending.

Anne had taught the girls about Henry VIII and his poor wives the first winter she'd been employed at the Pleinsworth house. Her lessons had been the very thing that had spurred an inspirational spark in Harriet and, ever since, Anne was the only one 'allowed' to play Boleyn. Both Harriet and Frances insisted it was because of the shared name, and Elizabeth often joked that Anne should be grateful her name wasn't Catherine.

When allowed her gaze to fall back onto him, it was just as he brushed a strand of hair out of his face and her stomach flip-flopped. Had he gotten more handsome in a mere two weeks? It was impossible. It was ridiculous. Charlotte had always said that absence made the heart grow fonder, but she couldn't imagine her heart could become any more fond of him. She didn't think her heart had that much space to lend.

"And what sort of idea would that be exactly?" She hummed, tilting her head to peer at him, a hint of a smile on her lips. "As far as I know, some people have already gotten the wrong idea. We had a play written about us, after all. About our love. Not many people can claim such a thing." Anne swallowed and fumbled to correct herself. "About the Fairy Princess and the Frog Prince's love, I mean. Not ours... Nevermind." Biting her lip, she wracked her brain for a change of subject, anything to pull her mind away from the topic of their love, real or fictional.

"Do you mind me asking how exactly you managed to get into this predicament in the first place? I saw Mister Bridgerton take your clothes, but... that doesn't explain why you were without them in the first place." Quirking an eyebrow, she bit back a smirk. "Care to explain yourself, Mister Tallmadge?"

The moment that all-too-familiar glint entered Anne's eyes, Benjamin realized she was about to make a razor-sharp quip. Sure enough, with a coy little smirk, she asked, "You don't normally swim, or you don't normally swim in such a bold fashion?"

Benjamin's laughter was husky with embarrassment. "Perhaps I should leave you in suspense," he deflected. "After all, what sort of charm would I have if you knew everything there is to know about me?"

Anne hummed. "So, I suppose this means I'm not invited to join you?"

Benjamin's smile instantly wiped clean. Although he knew she was teasing him -- surely, that was all? -- he still felt a strong, fiery lurch in his stomach that made him swallow low in his throat.

Mercifully, Anne turned and promised to stand guard. Had she kept quiet a moment longer, he feared what he might have proposed...

Exhaling once she was safely hidden from view, Benjamin rose and started wading for the shore. Despite there being no immediate danger of being seen, he felt utterly mortified and self-conscious as the pleasant afternoon air touched his bare skin. Naturally, he trusted that Anne would keep her word -- she was a lady -- but a small part of him feared she might chance a peek over her shoulder while he was at his most vulnerable.

Blushing furiously at the thought, Benjamin quickly splashed free of the water and grabbed his clothes, shaking with nerves as he quickly vaulted his shirt over his head. Due to the lengthy span of fabric, his indecency was almost instantly covered, and he breathed a little easier while tending to his breeches.

His stockings and shoes, though a necessary part of his ensemble, remained on the bank since the idea of traipsing about with wet garments -- or rather, even wetter than what he presently wore -- seemed utterly abhorrent.

"You can look now," Benjamin called over to Anne, though his voice was small. He managed a smile at her quip about Frances' plays.

"If this is a common happenstance for you, I should discourage you from reading The Shepherd, the Unicorn, and Henry VIII. As marvelous a story as it is, I am rather fond of my head."

Chuckling, he agreed, "You have quite a pretty head, so I'd hate to see it dismembered from your lovely shoulders -- if that's not too morbid a thing to say, of course."

Not quite the most endearing of compliments, he wryly thought.

Brushing back a soaked tendril of his hair, Benjamin tromped up along the bank to join her, squinting against the bright afternoon sun as he teased, "You know, you and I really need to stop meeting like this. Two instances of becoming drenched in a span of two or so weeks -- people might start to get the wrong idea."

He wasn't sure how he could tease her, all things considered, and catching her eye, his pulse wobbled before he looked away again, recalling how the last time he'd seen her so close, she'd been pressed up against him in a clashing of mouths, and a tugging of garments.

“It’s so strange. I’ve never felt so peaceful, before.” - from Thomas (@setauketloyalties)

"You find peace strange?" Curiously, Anne eyed him, searching his features for any sign of deception. When she couldn't seem to locate any sense of jest, she sighed, nodding along with his sentiment. She knew all too well how foreign a single moment of peace could be. Most of her time was spent around three young girls, so serenity was hardly ever an option and, when it was, it was short-lived. But it was different for men. Or at least she thought it was. "Well, I'm glad I was to help offer at least a sliver of peace. As fleeting as it might be."

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PROMPTS FOR A LITTLE JEALOUSY *  assorted dialogue for when you see the person you're interested in with someone else and go... hey wait a minute, adjust as necessary

are you two... together?

i should probably ask if you're single first.

who was that you were talking to?

did you two have a nice chat?

are we really doing this now?

what was that all about?

i don't like it when they touch you.

they need to learn to keep their hands off you.

are you trying to make me jealous?

you just gave me the impression we were exclusive.

who was that, anyway?

was that someone you know?

it's completely innocent.

were you flirting with them?

that was a little bit excessive.

they were flirting with you.

i'm not jealous.

i'm upset with you.

they didn't mean anything by that.

i just thought we had something going on.

they know i have feelings for you.

i hate it when you get jealous.

i'm two seconds away from throwing a punch.

they did that on purpose.

wait a minute... are you jealous?

you have no reason to worry.

i'm not interested in them, i promise.

they do get a little touchy-feely, i'll admit.

they don't mean anything by it.

did they just try to kiss you?

we're just really good friends!

you know i only have eyes for you.

please ignore them, okay?

it's not like i'm in love with you or anything.

they're just trying to upset you.

i just don't like it when someone else flirts with you.

i don't blame them, of course, but you're mine.

next time someone tries to hit on you, call me over.

i'll give them a piece of my mind.

they know you're taken, right?

i didn't want to get in your way.

clearly your mind is elsewhere.

if you'd rather be with them, then just tell me.

i need to know where we stand.

can we be more exclusive?

i just don't like it when they talk to you like that.

you have absolutely nothing to worry about.

if they make you happy... i can't stop it.

maybe i have a crush on you. so what?

there was a better way to go about this, you know.

you could have been a little bit nicer.

did you have to be so nasty about it?

i'm going to scream.

i don't want anything coming in between us.

you trust me, don't you?

if you trust me, you have nothing to worry about.

this jealousy of yours is getting a little bit out of control.

i love only you.

why do they have to hold your hand like that?

they couldn't keep their hands off you.

i hate watching you deal with that.

i should give them a piece of my mind.

what? me? jealous? never.

i think i'm allowed a little jealousy every now and then.

you're mine, and i want everyone to know that.

did you just... get jealous over me?

you said you weren't the jealous type.