i'm courting chaos in me (then let's sit for a minute)
Fandoms: La casa de papel | Money Heist (TV)
20 May 2021
“And to what do I owe the pleasure of making your acquaintance?”
“Oh,” Martín smiles, like they’re sharing a private jest, “I wouldn’t want you to believe this is what passes for manners in Salerno. It wouldn’t do very well for our genteel reputation.”
Or, in which the bastard son of the King of Castile makes an unexpected acquaintance.
“Oh, no need to be so formal, milady,” he replies, his voice like soothing balm over her frayed nerves. “After all, it is your wedding day.”
“Thank you, your Highness, but I’m afraid some formalities are to be maintained at all times.” She finishes the phrase with a small smile - using courtly language requires deftness and tact that she rarely made use of back home.
“You could learn a thing or two from the lady,” de Fonollosa mutters, so low that Raquel doesn’t know whether he intended for it to be heard in the first place.
Or, nobody expected Raquel Murillo to marry the son of a Count. It's lucky, because it means they can't even fathom what comes afer.
“Finally, Berrote!” He turns around. Andrés beckons him with a hand gesture. He is smiling, trying to catch his breath. He is in a short-sleeved tunic and his breeches. Martín can see he is sweating, the shine of it on the strong cords of his forearms and his exposed collarbone. He curtsies, mindful of the other man in the room.
“Milord.” Andrés waves it off.
“We are among friends, Berrote. No need to lose time on pleasantries when we have business to attend to.”
Or; Andrés wants to spar with Martín to improve his swordplay. Martín obliges.