Art Deco emerald and diamond earrings by Cartier, circa 1935. Each earring is hung with a polished emerald within an open diamond-set frame. The frames are each divided by a line of baguette diamonds and with fancy kite shaped diamond, from diamond set circle-and-dot tops, millegrain set. Via Diamonds in the Library.
please tell us about the tiaras sold by the cholmondeley family !
This necklace, with a long royal pedigree, belonged to the
Cholmondeley. It was sold at Christies, you can read about the necklace here. This is the second time the necklace went up for sale. Below are pictures from the first auction.
As you can see the necklace was originally part of a parure given to
Princess Hélène d’Orléans (1871-1951). It was a wedding gift from her Godfather,
Henri d’Orléans, Duke of Aumale. At some point the parure was acquired by
Sybil Sassoon, Marchioness of Cholmondeley (1894-1989). She had quite the jewel collection, including some French Crown Jewels.
The pictures above are of the French sapphire parure that the
Marchioness of Cholmondeley wore to Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation. She later sold the parure in the 70′s. After that the tiara, necklace, and earrings were separated.
Summary: Draco takes you to a nice dinner at Malfoy Manor but when dinner gets a little boring he knows just the way to spice it up!
Author’s Note: I know I haven’t been able to write for this account, or my other one for that matter, very much at all recently. I am very sorry about that but hopefully with it being summer I will get many more writings in. And also, very sorry if my writing is a little rusty!
“Relax babe! It will al be fine! They’re going to love you,” Draco said in his most assuring voice as he began to fix his tie.
“I really hope your right. Here let me help you.” You set the book you were reading aside and stood up from your spot on the couch within the Slytherin common room. You walked up to your struggling boyfriend and helped him straighten his tie.
“Thanks. And may I say, that you look ravishing my darling! Mum is going to love you.”
You blushed slightly at his comment and smiled down at your dress. You had put on your best attire for this evening, which consisted of a sleek emerald green cocktail dress with a sheer fabric at the top, that led to a back filled with the same sheer material and sparkles. You twisted the front pieces of your hair and pinned them at the back of your head upon the flowing curls. Emerald earrings, the ring Draco had given you that Christmas which was silver with a large emerald in the middle, and black heels finished off your look. Draco had on a black suit with a green tie to match your dress.
“Shall we get going my love?” Draco asked with a smile as he outstretched his hand to grab yours.
“It’s now or never.” You smiled and took his hand. In a split second the two of you had apparated to Malfoy Manor.
Upon your arrival you were greeting by a beautiful woman with a mix of both dark hair and just the right amount of the same platinum blonde as Draco, which helped you to the presumption that this was his mother.
“Oh! Draco darling, how are you? Ah, and you must be (y/n). So nice to finally meet you! Please come in.” She greeted you kindly with a smile.
“It’s very nice to meet you as well. Draco had told me such great things about you. Thank you for inviting me this evening, Mrs. Malfoy.”
“Please, call me Narcissa.” After giving his mother a kiss on the cheek Draco took your hand and led you to their dining room.
As you walked in another tall figure stood staring out of a large window with a glass of red wine held firmly in his right hand. He took a sip as he turned around to see us. The figures long blonde hair flipped behind his shoulder. This could be none other than Lucius Malfoy himself.
“Draco, would you mind introducing me to our guest?” Draco’s father spoke in an oddly cold tone.
“Father, this is (y/n), my girlfriend. The one who I hope one day will be much more.”
“Ahh, so nice to meet you, Ms…,” he stopped and turned his statement into a question.
“Uh, (y/l/n), sir.” You replied nervously.
“Ah! So you must be Armand’s little girl. You know your father and I worked together for many years.” Lucius spoke again trying to taunt me.
My father and him had worked for the dark lord together for years. They were actually very close friends, or so we thought. One night a mission went terribly wrong on Lucius’ part, but he decided to blame it on my father. This nearly got him killed by the dark lord, but instead just got us on Voldemort’s lowest rank death eater list. It was a hell of a time working ourselves back up to the place that we hold today. In conclusion, your were not Lucius’ biggest fan.
“So I’ve heard.” You said through gritted teeth.
Narcissa had walked in during the middle of the tension and quickly broke it up. “Dinner is ready.”
Everyone took their places at the table. Lucius and Narcissa on one side, you and Draco on the other.
“So, (y/n). Tell us more about your family.” Narcissa was the first to break the ice.
“I’m from the (y/l/n) family. Pureblood as I’m sure you already know. Armand is my father and as you heard he and Lucius work together.”
“Oh yes dear. We know well of your family.” She said with a smile. “I’m very happy that Draco has fallen for such a wonderful girl who belongs to such a remarkable family.”
Everyone continued to make small talk, asking each other questions. Draco had his free hand rested on your thigh. It felt that with each question his hand moving farther and farther up your leg. Soon he began to brush over your inner thigh gently with his finger tips. He fingers were getting dangerously close to your entrance, making you very nervous. You tried smacking his hand away but he just kept coming back.
His parents were right across the table from you, would he really do something like this? He is Draco, of course he would. You just prepared yourself to not freak out.
As Draco’s parents were in a small argument over a simple detail from a story Draco leaned over to you and whispered in your ear, as his other hand still roamed over your body,“ Take off your panties.”
You looked at him wide eyed and whispered back,“ Draco! No! Are you crazy?”
He smiled and winked. “Just a little bit. Do it now or you will regret it later.”
You sighed and nervously barely lifted off of the seat as you slid them off your hips, down your thighs, off your calves and around your heels. You took them in your hand and dropped them in Draco’s lap. He smiled and you could see a bulge starting to form in his pants.
His hand moved back to its original state and continued to move up until he made contact with your vagina. Two of his fingers spread your folds and one began to rub circles on your clit. You jumped a little which brought back Lucius and Narcissa’s attention.
“Is everything alright?” Narcissa spoke softly.
You glanced at Draco who was trying his best to not laugh. “Yes everything is perfectly fine thank you.” Right as you finished your sentence Draco inserted a finger into you. He moved slow and then fast. Alternating between the two speeds, and then circling hard in your clot you were getting close. You were getting ready to loose it right when Draco pulled away. You sighed and couldn’t think straight.
Only seconds later Narcissa spoke,“ Well now that everyone is finished, who is up for desert?”
“Actually, mum. I’m very full and I think that we are going to go talk for a while before we get any. Thank you though.” Draco smiled and stood up. You took his hand and he led you out of the dining room.
As soon as you were out of his parents sight he turned and pushed you against the nearest wall. He kissed you eagerly. “I really had to control myself in there.” He spoke before continuing your kiss and grabbing your ass. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you up the stairs, down the corridor and finally into his bedroom.
He threw you down on the large California king’s silk sheets. He unzipped your dress in the back and slid it above your head. You pulled him in by his tie and kissed him passionately. He then slid off his dress coat, followed by the tie and shirt. He smiled down at his tie for a second and you soon knew what he was thinking. He grabbed the tie in his hand and wrapped it around your head to where it was covering your eyes, then tied it in the back. You couldn’t see, but you knew he had gotten off the bed. You heard him walking and then finally he was back next to you.
“Put your arms up,” he spoke. You complied and he took your wrists and tied them together and then to the head of his bed. You were now completely under his control.
His cold hands roamed over your body. He squeezed your breasts and left hickeys on your throat.
His fingertips slid down your unclothed body and began to draw circles on your clit. You moaned as he increased the pressure. He was building you up and he suddenly moved away. You sighed, but couldn’t even complete your breathe before his mouth was attached to the place his fingers had just lingered. He sucked hard and kitten licked your clit. Meanwhile his fingers found their way back and to began to pump in and out of you at an accelerated pace. He wasn’t stopping, on the contrary, he began to sped up and add more pressure. You were sent of the edge as you moaned and came on his hand and mouth. He licked you lean and with on more kiss on your lips you heard the sounds of his belt hitting the ground.
Only moments later were you filled with him. His began to pump his dick in and out of you. He would change up his pace. Slow and steady then fast and vicious. Continuing with his second option was what brought you to a second climax.
He came back up and kissed your lips. He untied your hands first and then the one around your head. You leaned up to kiss him.
“That was incredible Draco.” You smiled.
“Same for me love. Now we ought to get dressed they may become a bit suspicious if we are gone too long.”
He smiled kissed your cheek and gave you your clothes back.
Once you were both presentable again he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your close. “I love you so much, (y/f/n),” Draco spoke softly.
He watched her shuffle from a bed to another, checking on her multiple patients and taking notes on the chart in her arm.
She greeted every one with a warm smile and Kakashi didn’t think she’d fit so well anywhere else.
This is her place; where she shined and thrived and accomplished and just watching it brought a smile to his face.
The war was over and by some miracle, he survived.
If he were to be honest, he really didn’t imagine he’d make it through. His goal all along was to make sure his team lived, his life be damned.
But at the end of the day, it was his team that kept him alive.
Sakura turned to face him and this time, her smile was even more tender, more radiant.
Embarrassedly, he noted that his heart skipped a beat at that.
They say war brings you closer to those around you, after all, you’d have gone through sweat, blood, tears and loss with them. A life time worth of experience and emotions alike, forging an unbreakable bond.
But never had he anticipated this shift between him and his once student.
“Good morning,” she greeted him, like she had done with everyone else, but there is a certain softness to her face that told him he was special. “How are we doing today?”
“Better,” he told her and his eyes creased, “how are you, Sakura-chan?”
“As good as I could get, I suppose,” she admitted with a rueful smile and proceeded to check his broken ribs and fractured leg.
He watched her work, her cerise hair falling over her shoulder to frame her face.
They’re yet to address the unannounced tension between them, the gravitational pull to each other that was born during the war and that they both undoubtedly felt.
Kakashi reasoned that he only ever allowed his feelings for her to shift in a romantic direction because he had been so sure he’d die.
So comfortable —so assured– was he with that fact that he had let his heart and head run wild with his little forbidden fantasy of courting the woman tending to his injuries.
And frankly, he never anticipated any returned affections. However he could not deny that Sakura felt something too. Whatever it was, he knew it ran deeper than friendship.
How did he managed to outlast death again? Two wars and three decades under his belt surely should have guaranteed a trip to the next life.
Perhaps this was a sign. Kakashi always trusted his guts when it came to making seemingly impossible decisions.
A strand of hair fell across her eye and he reached forward before he could process the action and tucked it behind her ear.
Startled emerald eyes snapped in his direction, and to his absolute secret delight, her cheeks flushed a gorgeous shade of pink.
She quickly looked away when he sent a smile her way, the flush of her cheeks darkening in the most endearing way.
He was way in over the top of his head.
“Say, Sakura-chan,” he said lightly, but in a serious enough tone that couldn’t be mistaken and she turned to peer curiously at him from beneath dark lashes. “Would you maybe… have dinner with me once I’m out of here?”
She blinked, and he could tell his question shocked her. And then, unsurely, she asked, “l-like on a… date?” the last word was whispered, and she diverted her gaze nervously.
Oh you sad, sad, old man, “yeah. It’s okay if you don’t want to but…”
Her cheeks pinked again. “Oh… I would… I would actually like that.”
His heart lodged in his throat. Maybe signs didn’t lie… “we could get ramen maybe, Ichiraku is still operating right?”
She smiled, and it was the happiest he’d seen in forever. His chest warmed at the fact that he was the reason behind it. “Yeah. Ichiraku sounds good. You better hurry up and get well soon, then.”
“I’ll try my best.” He promised, and he returned her smile, feeling so ridiculously overwhelmed with positive emotion, especially when she reached forward and patted his cheek affectionately.
“I’ll be back to check on you later.” She said as she began to retreat away.
Kakashi chuckled, “I’ll be waiting.”
She nearly walked back into a nurse and hastily apologised, her cheeks flushing yet again as she caught Kakashi’s eye out of the corner of hers and found him chuckling.
Cars went by. Summers passed with each unique heatwaves. The ZPD working endlessly to keep the mega capital city in control. With accidents and incidents occurring wherever and whenever. Nick and Judy were within the hustle and bustle, working so hard to show their worth, waiting for a promotion or something to say; ‘you have done so well.’ Yet, no one shows appreciation for them, for he seem to be wondering around the city endlessly, waiting for the next incident. Accidents were not making Nick any happier as he does not seem to like the sight of blood very much or dead bodies in some cases. When they do parking duty, Judy tries so hard not to take the negative comments about the tickets to her heart. Despite all the noise and wild emotions, the platonic love between the fox and the bunny is still going strong. They both could see with such clarity, that they were both feeling the same about their job as each other.
There came a day when Nick was not at work. He did not fill the empty space on the chair. Where was he? Has something happened to him? Judy texted him. Nothing. Even Bogo was secretive. Whenever she asked the boss where Nick was, he elaborately evaded the question. Judy had a flicker of an idea that Nick was either with Finnick, or planning a hustle on her. Apart from not seeing Nick on that day, she rather enjoyed it. Mainly because she got into some action. There was an underage koala driving a car, there was a rhinoceros trying to use a toilet in Rodentown which seems impossible and quite beyond me, turns out that he was on parole from a psychiatric ward. She also closed the case of a dodgy judge who was bribed to allow a criminal roam free. As she drove to her home, she felt content with her job but yet, she felt a sense of emptiness. Her fox was not with her. Orange fur with chocolate brown hands and muzzle. That smell. The smell of home. Home was on his fur. Blueberries, earth and fresh summer air. She was at home whenever she was with him.
After unlocking the door to the apartment, she found a note.
“Carrots. Go to the bathroom.”
After rolling her eyes and letting out a short sigh, she made her way to the back of the apartment. In the shower was another note;
“Go back the way you came from.”
A frustrated grunt was given and she marched to the front door where she found him. That green shirt. Triangular ears. Emerald eyes and that cheeky grin. The hairs on his tail stirred in the windy draft within the corridor. His hands carefully moved from behind his back to reveal a cake with message, written in blue icing.
'Happy birthday, Carrots.’
There was also a cute smiley face just below the text.
“Blow the candle.” Nick said with that smile that makes you fall in love with him. Judy let out a quick blow of breath from her nose in humour and blew the candle. Then she looked at him, leaned on the doorway and tapped her right foot.
“Where have you been?” She said,
“I’m sorry, I just had to sort a few things.” Nick replied,
“You will find out soon enough.”
“I better find out. Get in and cut the cake.”
Judy had to splash water on her face. Thoughts entered her mind. She thought of all the time she has spent with him. Has 3 years passed so quickly? Or has it been 4? The reflection of herself stared back. The mirror reflected a lot of things since they moved in. Fights. Love. Sadness. It’s funny how emotions allows love to grow. She smiled at her reflection, took a deep breath and walked out. After sitting down, she saw that Nick had two small pieces of paper, each with a black sign in the shape of a plane.
“Nick?” She says,
“Are those… tickets for a flight?”
“Oh. I’ll miss you.”
“You really are a dumb bunny. You’re coming with me!” Nick exclaimed. Judy squealed and threw herself onto him. They laughed and kissed in utter joy.
On the day, they both went to the airport. As they watched Zootropolis shrink from their small double glazed windows, they smiled, anticipating their next expedition. Ready for some time away from home. Ready to uplift their spirits.