#『 roya 🗡️ 』

[rosietrace]

The little things in life

Characters featured: Roya Callistis, Gwendolyn Schnee(@starry-night-rose)

Mentioned: Tinsley LaBelle(@windbornearchon)

Pairing: Roya Callistis x Gwendolyn Schnee

Synopsis: It's the little things in life, Roya so adored. That of which, included the way he loved Gwen. Wholly, steadfastly, devotedly.

Warning(s): Brief references to Roya's childhood, his horse being named Midnight Barbara /j, Roya forgetting Tinsley for a moment, Roya thinking horses could communicate with humans, mostly Roya being a dumbass but Gwen loves him either way /j /j, potentially ooc moments

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“I don't see the point in putting so much effort in a braid, of all things.”

Gwen chuckled at his words, continuing to focus on his long auburn locks, an unmatched precision used just so she could braid his hair.

“But you always wear a braid,” Gwen commented.

Roya shrugged. “Fair,” he breathed, his words always coming out soft.

He laid his head down on her lap, his eyes fluttering shut to focus on his surroundings.

The feeling of grass tickling his skin, the chirping of birds, the sound of flowing water from a nearby river…

The way Gwen held him so gently.

Roya smiled to himself. To him, this much affection felt almost alien, with the way he was raised.

But Gwen…. She taught him it could be normal. That it could be okay to want for things. And in turn, he taught her something too.

That it was okay to want for things and be selfish about it. That she didn't have to always assist others.

Roya knew the costs of something like that.

And he didn't want Gwen to suffer the fate he got for helping others too much.

Helping others is good. Roya thought, extending his hand for a butterfly to land on it, upon his eyes finally fluttering open. But sometimes it isn't worth it.

His eyes wandered, looking toward Gwen as she read her book, shortly after finishing braiding his hair.

Roya didn't even know she finished braiding it.

Taking his hair in his hands, he gently fingered said braid, a slight look of fondness in his eyes.

Gwen noticed and smiled softly (though that isn't to say she wasn't smiling before). “Do you like it?”

His eyes met hers, and he gave her a content nod. “Yes, and I shall thank you for putting in the effort to do so,” Gwen couldn't tell if the corners of his lips were curving upwards, but it certainly looked like it.

“It isn't all that hard,” she shook her head. “I like to believe that everyone is capable of braiding hair like me.”

But no one could ever truly be like you, Gwen.

Roya thought, a slight pink dusting his cheeks. Gwen was special to him. She gave him the love he didn't know he needed, the affection he was deprived of for so long.

Her very presence alone, body and sound, made him wish to devote himself to her, truly. With every fiber of his being, that was all he asked.

He wanted to love Gwen, be worthy of her, and love her just as much as she loved him.

Roya sat up, looking over her shoulder to see what she was reading. “Interesting,” he muttered, eyes squinting to read paragraph after paragraph.

“I don't think it's all that much,” Gwen chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. “It just happens to be a book I borrowed from Tinsley.”

“Tinsley,” that name rang a familiar bell in Roya's head. “Your sister, yes?”

Gwen nodded eagerly, before realizing that his wording implied that he forgot about Tinsley for a moment.

She narrowed his eyes at him, a knowing smile. Before she could even send him an almost teasing remark, Roya angled her head up and stole a kiss.

One that she, happily, obliged to.

He pulls away, his breath against her parted lips. “Is that enough to shut you up?” he questioned her, his voice ever gentle.

That got a giggle out of her, and it was enough for Gwen to muster up the motivation to just- Kiss his forehead.

“Perhaps, my prince. Perhaps.”

༝ㅤ･↝ㅤ˚ㅤ。↬ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ˚

Roya leaned his back against a nearby tree, reading the book Gwen had read moments earlier, his interest piqued with each turn of a page.

“Are you enjoying it so far?” Now, their roles seemingly switched. Now, Roya was reading, and Gwen laid her head down on his lap.

He looked down, smiling. “Yes. It seems your sister has an eye for literature.”

“She has an eye for a lot of things, frankly,” Gwen closed her eyes briefly, her smile unfading. “I sometimes wonder when she'll ever give herself a break, once in a while.”

“It'll happen eventually,” his free hand made its way to the top of her head, gently petting her as he continued reading.

“I worry for her, a lot.”

“And that makes you a good sister to her, Gwen. The best, even.”

“W-Well, I wouldn't say the best-”

He shut her up with another kiss, this time one that was placed directly over her nose.

“You,” he murmured. “Are beautiful, an encapsulation of all things wonderful, and are the reason I live and breathe.”

He smiled.

“You are deserving of the title of being ‘the best’, my love. For you are someone all people will come to adore, as time passes.”

He knew, because he was one of those people.

A comfortable silence washed over the two of them. There was the occasional remark about certain parts of the book on Roya's part, with Gwen giggling and telling him, “It gets better/worse from there” — but other than that, silence was dominant over both of them.

Gwen's hands laid over each other atop her stomach, eyes finally allowing themselves to close.

Noticing this, Roya's smile made another unexpected appearance and obliged the young prince to allow him to lay his hand over Gwen's.

An assurance that he was there. That he'd keep her safe, even as she drifts to the land of dreams.

Finishing the book, Roya hummed, quite satisfied with the resolution of it all.

It wasn't until he looked down that he realized that Gwen had well — and truly — gone to sleep.

He chuckled, setting the book down, using his now-free hand to gently play with her hair as she lay fast asleep against him.

His eyes wandered, examining every little feature of Gwen's face. From the way it shined against the light, the hints of pink dusting itself on her cheeks — whether by makeup or not —, and the softness of the smile that came upon her lips.

The blush on his face became all the more prominent, but he didn't fight it. He embraced it. Just like how he embraced Gwen now.

Adjusting his position slightly, he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her head to his chest and carefully combing through her hair as she slept.

All with a smile on his face.

Alas, it was getting late. And as much as Roya wanted to stay with his beautiful Gwen for just a little longer — he knew that he had to assist in her return to NRC.

Readjusting himself again, he picked her up in his arms. And surprisingly, Gwen leaned into his touch, her head nuzzling itself against his chest almost instinctively.

Soon, their horses had arrived. They weren't that far from them, of course, but still. They arrived, ready to take the couple back to their respective magic schools.

Roya's horse in particular — named Midnight Barbara, of all things — sent him a knowing look. He didn't even know horses could even be that expressive.

Nonetheless, he returned her look with a look of his own. One with narrowed eyes, pursed lips, and a blush so visible you could almost say he was getting redder than his own hair.

“Don't speak of this. At all.”

It wasn't like Roya expected Midnight Barbara to just…. Learn the ability to speak. But he knows her gossiping ways, always making jokes about his lovestruck nature to her fellow mares and stallions.

(That's what he often believed, at least.)

Placing Gwen over her own horse — Snowdrop — it didn't take him all that long to get on his.

He ensured that Snowdrop wouldn't go out of control, naturally. He didn't want any harm to come to Gwen, especially from her beloved horse, of all circumstances.

He looked down at her sleeping form one more time, smiling ever softly.

Things like this, the love he held for Gwen, and the way he cherished her with almost every fiber of his being.

Things like that, and even the simplest things in his life…

….. He treasured it with all his heart.

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[rosietrace]

You thought it was over? Ha

Guess who’s back Pookie!

May I request Roywen with a Cinderella au! Specifically the scene at the ball with “So this is Love”

Hope this request makes sense and happy Valentine’s Day!

HELLAUR ELLRIZZ!! I'm gonna have so much fun writing this omgg 😈😈 (Your ask for Porter and Molly will be in the works a little later!)

'C'est ça l'amour [ 1/2 ]

(Central) Characters Featured: Roya Callistis, Gwendolyn Schnee

↳ { Gwendolyn belongs to @/starry-night-rose }

Others mentioned/featured: Tinsley LaBelle, Rubina Callistis, Davidson Novellion

↳ { Tinsley belongs to @/jasdiary }

Pairing: Roya Callistis & Gwendolyn Schnee

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: AU Oneshot! 「 Cinderella 」

Synopsis: So this is love? So this is what makes life divine.

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, loosely inspired by the Disney 1950/2015 adaptations, Rubina and Davis /j /j, two-parter!, surprisingly longer than I thought holy shit

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His Highness Roya Callistis was bored beyond belief.

There he sat, in his elaborately decorated throne, one that once belonged to his Father; And will inevitably become his when he finds himself a bride.

The only problem? Finding a bride in a sea of young noblewomen proved to be predictably difficult. And tedious.

As another potential suitor had announced their presence to him, Roya could only sit there in awkward silence. Only giving the pitiful young ladies of the night a nod of acknowledgment.

This predicament, in turn, happened to bring a sense of irritation upon his dear Mother — Queen Rubina.

“What in God's name is he doing?” Rubina hissed, watching her only son from a considerable distance.

Davis, Roya's cousin, stood by her side with a condescending smile. “I'm sure my dear cousin will find someone, Auntie.”

Rubina's hardened gaze softened at Davis' assurance. “Oh, you may have a point, dear nephew…”

Davis hummed, his expression going nonchalant. He was always Rubina's favorite.

“I can't help but feel concerned, however.”

“And rightfully so, Auntie.”

“I am only asking this from Roya for the sake of our Kingdom..”

“And for that, I admire your benevolence,” Davis and his ass-kissing ways. “I, too, feel concerned for my cousin.”

Rubina sighed, gently ruffling Davis' dark hair. “What would I do without you, Davis?”

Davis feigned a smile. A handsome, tenaciously deceitful, smile.

“Oh, I can't bring myself to imagine that… Auntie.”

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Gwen couldn't find the right words to describe the ambitious architecture of the palace, only parting her lips to silently gawk at all of its glory.

How stunning, Gwen thought, smiling to herself. I'll be sure to try and enjoy myself tonight…

… I only have until midnight to do so, her smile faltered at that.

Tonight, a ball fit for a princess was the one night where Gwen could look at herself — at the scenery before her — and think: I'm free.

Walking up the steps of the foyer, a couple of palace guards couldn't help themselves and happened to catch a glance at her every now and again.

Truly, everything that surrounded her was a marvel. The pinnacle of extravagance that she always believed would be reserved for her step-family.

Speaking of her step-family, Gwen managed to catch a glimpse of them once she found her way to the ballroom.

Her stepmother wore silks of dark red, obscuring her face with an ornately designed fan. Gwen's stepsisters were in the farther distance, making their way to the prince — whom Gwen couldn't get a proper look at.

Tinsley wore dark green, with hints of black and gold expertly placed along the bodice of her gown in the shape of vines.

Her other stepsister — who wasn't sure if she had an actual name — wore red, with a similar pattern to Tinsley at the bodice of her gown.

Seems like my stepsister opted to match with stepmother… Gwen hummed to herself, carefully walking around the ballroom in her unusually comfortable glass slippers to avoid catching her stepfamily's gaze.

Unfortunately, in spite of her efforts, Gwen ended up catching the eye of her stepmother.

Skeptical at the mysterious young lady that felt oddly familiar, her stepmother readily approached, her heels clicking against the floor.

Gwen winced, turning her body in the opposite direction to make an escape.

When suddenly: A hand gently yet firmly grasped her own.

Gwen looked behind her, fixating her eyes on the stranger who caught her hand; Only to realize that the ‘stranger’ in question was no stranger at all.

Pale skin, perhaps rivaling her own. Gray, almost silver, eyes. Horns that he had yet to properly explain. And long dark red locks styled into an elaborate braid that fell from his shoulder.

Roya's eyes softened when their eyes met, and it was as though time had closed its curtains.

“I…” Roya's words came to a standstill, the poor boy didn't know how to make conversation. Especially not with a lady as pretty as Gwen.

Gwen, who recognized him as the boy she met in the forest not too long ago, tilted her head slightly.

“Kit?” Ah, right.

Roya was bemused that Gwen still remembered him from the forest, and was even more than that when it came to him that she didn't realize he was the prince.

“M-My Lady…” Roya cleared his throat, finding a newfound confidence as he gazed into her ice-blue set.

“K-Kit!” Gwen was overjoyed that she found someone other than her step-family whom she recognized at the ball. “I didn't know you'd be here!”

“Yes, well- I am an apprentice, after all.”

“An apprentice for the palace, of course! Oh, forgive my silliness for not realizing it sooner…”

A chuckle left his lips, his free hand finding its way to her cheek. “You are forgiven, My Lady.”

Guilt was what Roya felt, feeling a slight discomfort that he was lying to Gwen about who he really was, even now.

But a part of him — that small, wishful-thinking side of him — wanted it to last a little longer. If it meant spending more time with Gwen, Roya would wear the sin of deceit with pride.

He cleared his throat a second time, taking a step back and letting the hand on her cheek fall to his side.

“If I may be frank, My Lady…”

Roya bowed down before her, his lips mere inches away from the back of Gwen's hand; His eyes piercing through her own.

“Might I have the honor of a dance?”

A gasp fell from her lips, eyes going slightly wide.

“A dance?...” Gwen looked around, and at the very least, her stepmother had already paid more attention to her sisters than anything else. “With… Me?”

Roya smiled at her, adjusting his stance. “With you, yes.”

“Shall we?”

Her eyes flickered between him and the clock behind him.

Very little time… Gwen wanted to frown, but couldn't bring herself to actually do so, lest Roya misunderstood.

But tonight was a night where she was meant to feel free for once. And perhaps dancing with ‘Kit’ was a way of doing that.

Gwen's smile, beautiful and soft in every way that made Roya's heart melt, widened in size when she took her hand in his. Both hands, this time.

“We shall.”

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Their dance felt like more than a dance. Odd way to put it, yes, but in the eyes of Roya and Gwen: It was like their two souls had intertwined.

And that, with their movements and the way they looked into each other's eyes, caught Queen Rubina's attention.

An eyebrow arched, Rubina's gaze skeptically flickered between her son and the girl he was dancing with.

“Who is she?...”

Davis narrowed his eyes. He's never seen that girl in his life, and his aunt expected him to give her an answer?

“I'm not quite sure, Auntie,” Davis answered as politely as he could, “but unfortunately, it appears I've never seen this girl in my life.”

“Well that's ridiculous,” in likeness to her nephew, Rubina's eyes narrowed.

“... Keep an eye on them.”

She descended further away from the ballroom — likely to make preparations for a potential wedding, Davis gathered.

Still, he followed his Aunt's orders, keeping a close eye on Roya and his dancing partner; In spite of his irritation.

And nobody did Irritation the way Davidson Novellion did.

Whoever that girl was, regardless of personality or status, Davis didn't like her.

As Gwen and Roya danced, it finally occurred to Gwen what was going on around her; They were being watched. Rather intently, at that.

“What…?” Gwen turned to Roya. “They're staring…”

“Well-” Roya sucked in a breath, “that is to be expected, dancing with a palace apprentice.”

“No- No,” Gwen's eyes blinked rapidly, her eyes looking between Roya and the guests behind him.

“Who are you?”

Roya stiffened, spinning her around. His lips pursed, a nervous feeling churning in his stomach.

Should he tell her the truth? If he did, would she see him differently?

He didn't want that. Never in his life would we want that, especially not with her.

To her, he wasn't the crown prince. To her, he was just… Kit. A kind hunter she met one fateful day in the woods, who happened to be ‘some apprentice’.

“Kit?”

Words were flooding his system, trying to force themselves out of his mouth.

“I…”

“Kit. Please.”

Even if he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to resist that look in her eyes, the softness of her melodious voice.

“Tell me who you are,” a beat. “Who you truly are.”

“... Might I request a second dance?”

Roya pulled away, keeping his hands intertwined with hers; A silent plea.

There, sat silence. Time had finally made its grand return, and all eyes were on them, and them alone.

He brought his hand to her cheek. “Please, my lady,” he pleaded with her, his voice desperate and regretful. “Just one more dance.”

Gwen looked him in the eye, finally taking note of all the intricacies of his attire — the kind of intricacies reserved only for royalty.

And it all clicked.

She leaned into his touch. He was one of the only ones in her life that could withstand her ice-cold palms.

She didn't want to lose that.

“I accept.”

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“Are… Are you mad at me?”

It was lucky for them, to scurry away from the prying eyes of their astute audience in the ballroom — running off to the palace gardens, unchaperoned.

Scandalous, truly. But a thought such as that never once crossed Gwen's mind. As it did not cross Roya's.

“A little,” she admitted to him, walking across a bridge so crystal clear she almost believed it was made of glass.

“A little?” Roya's head tilted. “I… I would've thought you'd be more than upset.”

“I am upset,” Gwen looked up at the night sky, her hand against the bridge’s railings. “But…”

“But?”

“But, I've convinced myself not to be more upset than I need to be. That I have to consider why you'd hide your true status from me.”

A breath caught in Roya's throat when she looked back at him, her figure illuminated by the shining moon.

“Why, Your Highness?”

It hurt to hear her say that. Perhaps it was because he grew so used to her calling him ‘Kit’.

“... I didn't want you to change your perception of me,” he walked to her, standing beside her. He looked down at the water below.

“You were so kind to me when I was Kit. I didn't want to change that.”

“So- That's why you interjected that palace guard from-”

“Yes,” he interrupted her, too. “In all honesty, I have to thank Sir Lancelot for understanding so quickly.”

They stared into each other's eyes. And they — more specifically, Roya — couldn't help but get lost in them.

He straightened himself up. Stepping back from her a little, to give her even the slightest of space.

“Well,” he looked down again, pursing his lips.

Clearing his throat, Roya continued: “You know my true name, now.”

“And I'd love for you to tell me yours, too.”

Just as Gwen was ready to open her lips and give him her name. She heard it. Many things, she heard, actually.

The sound of the clock tower ringing, a reminder of it now being the stroke of twelve; And the words of her Fairy Godmother.

On the stroke of twelve, said the Godmother that small eternity ago, all things shall return to the way they once were.

And Gwen had little to no time to properly respond to Roya.

She had no time to do… Anything.

With the little time left, Gwen made a run for it, her head spinning as she made her escape.

Roya followed suit, but just barely. He called for guards, and could only hope that wouldn't scare her off.

Unfortunately for him, it did.

And there she went, rushing into her carriage and riding off further into the darkness of the night.

He nearly sank to his knees at the sight.

And all Gwen had left for even a sliver of who she was, was a single glass slipper.

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[rosietrace]

'C'est ça l'amour [ 2/2 ]

(Central) Characters Featured: Gwendolyn Schnee, Roya Callistis

↳ { Gwendolyn belongs to @/starry-night-rose }

Others mentioned/featured: Davidson Novellion, Lancelot Novellion, Rubina Callistis, Tinsley LaBelle

↳ { Tinsley belongs to @/jasdiary }

Pairing: Gwendolyn Schnee & Roya Callistis

Event: Valentine's Day 2024 💌

↳ Type: AU Oneshot! 「 Cinderella 」

↳ 『 Part 1 』

Synopsis: When the mysterious maiden abandons the crown prince one fateful night, he makes it his personal mission to find her.

Warning(s): Second parter 😍, small references to the 1950/2015 adaptations made by Disney, Davis is his own warning, potentially ooc, why the fuck is this so long, implications of domestic abuse(?)

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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His Highness Roya Callistis had been abandoned.

Perhaps that description was quite dramatic. But that was the only way Roya could bring himself to describe what had happened.

Oh, how nervous the prince was to inform his mother of what had happened. Practically pacing back and forth in his bedchambers in contemplation on what to tell her.

Mother was always rather disagreeable. Roya grimaced, lightly hitting his forehead against the wall. I'm not sure how she'd feel about her. That mysterious young maiden.

He turned, his back against the wall, his head staring up at the ceiling; Painted with soft clouds and cherubs that would watch him in his slumber.

“And worse,” Roya said, his voice shaking and anxious beyond reason. “The girl is…”

A peasant.

Roya never found that to be a bad thing. But he knew how his mother was; He wasn't blind to the way she looked at the peasant girls with masked distaste at the ball.

It had only been a day since that night — very early into the morning.

A knock. Straightening up, Roya cleared his throat. “Come… Come in.”

Davis opened one of the two doors with one hand, the other keeping his sword — an ornately designed one that Roya knew he treasured deeply — in place within its hilt.

“What on Earth are you doing, you oaf?” Davis made himself at home, sitting down on Roya's desk chair, his legs that wore slightly muddy boots crossed on the table.

Lance clicked his tongue, entering the room shortly after his brother did. “Don't call him that just because he's our cousin.”

“So? It's not like I'd be executed for calling him that.”

“You'd be executed for treason with the way your muddy boots are making themselves comfortable on his desk.”

“They most certainly are not muddy!”

Their conversation became a blur to Roya for a short while. Davis and Lance's bickering was nothing new for him, and with everything that had gone down during the ball, Roya had other things to prioritize.

Lance clicked his tongue. “In any case-”

“Ah, ah! I'm talking now!” Davis got his legs off Roya's desk, and in turn, stood from the chair.

The monochrome prince whirled in Roya's direction. “Who the hell is this girl, and are we supposed to be planning an early wedding?”

Roya blinked, taking a slight step back. “What??” Roya blurted, more focused on Davis' question than the condescension of his cousin's voice.

“Oh, don't be surprised, Roya! Everyone saw how smitten you were with that lady!”

Lance wanted to chime in, and add some things that Davis wouldn't have been able to know — but his older brother was persistent in getting his words out before he did.

“Obviously, if we are to move straight to the wedding, we have much to plan,” Davis was already groaning at the very thought of it. “For starters: invitations, decorations, a-a national holiday!”

“A national holiday-?”

“Shut up.”

Giving Roya his best attempt at an encouraging, supportive grin, Davis held his cousin by his shoulders. “So!”

“Pray tell, Roya, where is the young maiden? Her name?”

Roya gulped, tensing under Davis' hold, fumbling with his words in an endless loop. “I… She… Well-”

“Well?” Davis' patience wore thin; He didn't want to deal with Roya any longer than he had to, and as his cousin, he was obligated to give the prince ‘support’.

Lance knew what was coming. How Davis didn't know, he had no idea, but he knew that Davis' reaction would be less than pleasing.

Roya knew that as well, even as he finally found the will to tell his ‘trusted’ cousin what had occurred. Better Davis knew than his mother, at the moment.

“... She fled.”

Davis blinked, eye twitching. For some reason, Roya could feel his nails dig into his shoulders.

“She fled?”

“... She fled, Davis.”

“She WHAT?!” Outraged without having much reason to, Davis shoved Roya until the latter's back had contact with the wall. “What do you mean ‘she fled’??”

“She just… Did,” Roya's guilt only seemed to strengthen the more he repeated that fact. Oh, how he regretted not running after her faster. And that maybe things would've turned out differently if she hadn't.

“This is preposterous! This is outrageous!”

Lance — brother that he was — tried to get Davis to relax. He knew that his brother's disdain for Roya ran deep, and yet even he was surprised that Davis of all people was outraged.

He figured he'd have been overjoyed with the prospect.

Although, when adding the way Davis had to be held down by both him and Roya before he could tear the latter's room to shreds into consideration…

Lance knew it was going to be a long, long night until they all settled on something to resolve this conflict.

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With one glass slipper, that was the only hint at finding the mysterious maiden of that night.

An announcement from the palace read: A glass slipper discovered by the stairwell entrance to the Palace! Whichever young maiden shall fit said slipper shall be declared the crown prince’s bride.

Commotion erupted among the young maidens of the Kingdom, many of whom scrambled to find methods to fit their foot into a slipper that didn't belong to them.

Their efforts, while considerably ambitious, were fruitless. Through trial and error, the slipper had simply refused the foot of another maiden.

Awaiting its other half, the slipper that lay hidden away in Gwen's room was safely kept in a small compartment of wood.

Lovestruck and completely succumbed to a romantic daze, Gwen did the housework with a soft smile upon her bearings.

This, in turn, aroused suspicion in her Stepmother — who'd been suspecting what Gwen had been up to ever since the ball.

Not that she'd care much for the stepdaughter turned scullery maid, but Gwen had been unusually soaked with a slightly bruised ankle when her stepmother and stepsisters had made their return.

And just today, Gwen had been acting like a lovestruck schoolgirl all the while doing her stepsister's laundry.

“What's wrong with her??” Asked one of her daughters as they watched Gwen go downstairs to do the laundry. “Is she deaf?”

One moment after another — carefully observing her incessant little stepdaughter — had led to the moment where Gwen had been confronted in the comfort of her very own room.

She had initially gone there to get the slipper, beaming in silent excitement not only because the prince had the other slipper, but because he made the effort to try and look for her.

But there stood her stepmother. Or rather, there she sat ominously on a couch with crossed legs whilst mindlessly holding the slipper by its heel.

“Are you looking for this?”

She'd dealt with her stepmother enough times to at least be used to the sound of her voice; Yet Gwen couldn't bring herself to speak up, merely freezing in place with her ice-colored eyes wide with horror.

“I-I…”

“Pretty little thing, don't you think?” The stepmother's voice was uncharacteristically, almost intimidatingly soft. “There must be quite the story to go along with it…”

“... Would you mind telling me that story?”

Her query had been met with silence on Gwen's end. A one-sided conversation she wanted no part in.

On that note, it seemed her stepmother had a story of her own she'd like to tell Gwen — the girl she never asked to be the stepparent of.

“Once upon a time” — began the stepmother — “there lived a young maiden, one that married for love.”

“She had two loving daughters and a husband who not only loved her but was an esteemed and respectable gentleman.”

As the older woman stood, taking a step forward, Gwen took a nervous step back.

“Alas…” Her stepmother's gaze on the slipper lingered. “One fateful day, the light of her life — her esteemed gentleman of a husband — died. There came a second time, where she married for the sake of her young daughters.”

Then came the gaze that pierced through Gwen's body like a sword with a hot iron blade.

“But, that man too, was taken from her. And she was doomed to care for his beloved child.”

She circled her stepdaughter like some predator, eyeing its prey with its canines well within reach to devour them whole.

She lifted Gwen's chin, harshly, her nails almost digging into the sides of Gwen's jaw. “And her hopes of marrying her beautiful, stupid daughters were taken away; For the prince had beckoned the identity of a fair young lady with glass slippers.”

Gwen sucked in a breath. Though the tears threatened to stream, she refused to give them release. “How could you be so cruel?..”

Her stepmother slapped her harshly. Walking past the motionless girl she called a servant, the widow took one last look at the glass slipper.

And she smashed it against the wall, putting Gwen in a perpetual state of horror.

“I could help you, girl,” the woman offered, stepping out of the door. “If only you promised to provide for our family, and allow me to control that boy our Kingdom calls a prince.”

“... No.”

Gwen stood her ground. Though the tears now fell, that didn't stop her. They never tried to, and they never will.

Her stepmother was woefully unimpressed by her stance of newfound confidence. With one last mockingly pitiful look at the young girl, Gwen's stepmother slammed the door shut.

And Gwen heard the continuous, meticulous sounds of the door locking from beyond her reach.

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Tinsley had been the first to put on the slipper brought in by Davis. But compared to her seemingly unnamed sister, who tried it on after her, she made little effort in trying to make the shoe fit.

She knew where Gwen was, knew through some semblance of a hunch that her stepsister was the one who danced with the prince.

She saw the key to Gwen's room, that hobbit hole of a basement with too much dust and an infestation of rodents; There it dangled around her mother's waist, shining against the light illuminated by the window.

Tinsley bit her lip, several thoughts coming to mind of taking that key and freeing Gwen to help take what was rightfully hers. But another argued that it simply wasn't worth losing what little affection her mother had left for her.

But she settled for the decision that felt truly right: To help Gwen take back what was rightfully hers.

Somehow, and she felt very proud of it when she did so, Tinsley had managed to slip the key off from around her mother's waist.

One of the guards accompanying Davis stole a glance at Tinsley, finding it within themselves to follow her.

“My Lady-”

“Huh-?” Tinsley whirled around, apprehensive and taking a step back. “What… Is it that you want from me?”

“I…” The ‘guard’ grimaced, sucking in a sour breath and — after further inspecting that there were no other witnesses besides Tinsley — removed the military-issued hat from their head.

Revealing red hair, and eyes like silver.

Tinsley's eyes bulged, widening so much Roya almost thought they'd pop out of their sockets. “Y-YOUR HI-”

Roya quickly refuted her from outright exclaiming his unexpected presence, keeping a gloved hand over Tinsley's mouth. “P-Please keep your voice down. My cousin might actually kill me if he were to find out I was following the journey…”

Tinsley, who very much wanted a hand off her mouth, nodded slowly— sighing with relief when Roya finally let her go.

“I… I do not know what to say..” Frankly, Tinsley hoped she didn't have much to say, at all; Lest her mother found out she'd scurried off. Assuming she cared enough to notice.

“Apologies, Miss,” Roya sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck. “It's just… It's been a long while since I've seen her.. T-The girl from the ball I mean-”

“A-And… I want nothing more than to see her again. To tell her that my feelings for her ring true, and that I'd want nothing more than for her to be in my arms.”

Tinsley's eyes softened. If her theory had been correct — and she really hoped it was — then her mission in getting Gwen out of the basement had even more stakes.

She wanted Gwen to be happy. And if the crown prince of their Kingdom could make her happy, then so be it.

In a hushed tone, Tinsley said, “I believe the girl you're looking for is in our house’s attic.”

“The- The attic?”

“It's… Not the best living condition, yes, but- I-I want nothing more than to get her out of there.”

Roya paused, considering her words and asking himself whether he should trust Tinsley or not. And at the end of that self-discussion, he agreed to let Tinsley take him to the attic.

From within the attic, Gwen let out quiet sobs. Trying to piece the slipper back together, even when the shards pierced through her porcelain white skin.

“Why…” she wondered, her hands trembling with the shards of the glass slipper resting upon her palm. “Why did it turn out this way…?”

She should've been stronger, Gwen believed. That if she had more of a spine, she would've stood up for herself. Stronger, louder.

But defying her stepmother never ended well for her. And maybe that had been one of the factors why she didn't fight back hard enough.

The second she heard the slight knocking on the door, Gwen almost stopped breathing. No… no, it couldn't be. Could it? Was she being too hopeful?...

“H… hello?” Gwen slowly stood up from the wooden floor, approaching the door of the basement with caution.

“G-Gwen?”

She gasped. “Tinsley!”

“Don't worry, Gwen, we'll get you out of here.”

“We? Tinsley, whatever do you-”

Another familiar voice chimed in. “Oh, so her name is Gwen? Is it short for Guinevere-”

“Now's not the time to act like a lovestruck schoolboy, your Royal Highness!” A beat. “... And it's short for Gwendolyn!”

Tinsley began shoving the key into the keyhole, turning the key in jagged movements that had little success in actually opening the door.

“Why- Won't- This thing- Open-??”

Having grown exceedingly impatient with waiting, Roya had politely moved Tinsley to the side. And in a great display of strength, with all common sense thrown out the window, he simply broke the door open.

Gwen took a slight step back when the door had broken open, nearly tripping over one of the glass shards.

Any annoyance Tinsley had with Roya had all but faded. Relief washed over Tinsley— and satisfaction ran alongside it with the knowledge that if her mother found out, it was all but too late.

Roya caught Gwen before she could stumble in record time, breathing slow and heavy breaths as they both looked into each other's eyes.

“I.. Y-Your highness…?”

“My Lady-!” Roya pulled Gwen close, his eyes watering now that he had her in his arms once more. “I'm… I-I thought I'd never see you again.”

Gwen smiled, taking Roya's face in her hands. Cradling it softly, her forehead pressed against his own.

“And yet, you have, Your Highness.”

Tinsley was in awe of the moment that stood before her. However, unfortunately, she had to leave the pair to their own devices— not only to get the palace guards to help Gwen put on the slipper but also to prevent her mother from interfering.

Roya smiled back at her, letting a few of his tears flow down his cheeks. He kissed her forehead tenderly, brushing away some parts of her hair and gently enveloping her into an embrace he didn't want to part from.

“I've found you at last.”

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Omg hello 😳.... for the shipping ask... Maybe I can propose 💘 for Marsyas/Cybele please ? Or maybe, same emoji for Kardia ?

Omg hiii 😍

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, ✨ bullshitting ✨, Davis Novellion /j /j

(p.s: If you don't like any of the options given here, feel free to go to my DMs!)

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Marsyas/Cybele Galehault

For Marsyas/Cybele, I could offer Davis or Roya! Lore wise, it's funny to bring up these two sometimes 💀

I feel like Davis would know them better as Marsyas, because this man is the opposite of trustworthy 😭 It's better for Cybele to keep her identity hidden until she's learned to trust him enough, even after they get into a relationship.

Other than that, I think Davis would be very affectionate with them! It's quite uncharacteristic for him, most of the time, but he can't help it! He finds a rare joy in being able to express his love for the ones he loves! Lance is disgusted regardless of who Davis is dating, he's not used to his older brother being so... Affectionate 😨

(Davis will literally die happily if Marsyas/Cybele ever baked or matched outfits with him, this man's way of loving can be both cute and concerning 😭😭😭)

For Roya, I think the opposite would apply in terms of trustworthiness with Marsyas' identity. He's pretty intimidating because of his physique, but he's more trusting than Davis could ever be.

Compared to Davis, Roya would be more subtle in showing affection to Cybele/Marsyas. He shows his love for them through his words, rather than his actions. (And his words are more subtle than his actions will ever be 😭).

(Plus, I think compared to Davis, Roya is much more respectful about their privacy. He himself also really enjoys his privacy, and he wants Cybele to understand that he's willing to respect whatever boundaries she's set.)

Kardia Alabaster

Ngl.... I was halfway considering on offering Cami 😭 (She's still up on the table, if you'd like, though!)

But for the most part, I wanna offer Elaine just because of how ironic(??) it feels at least to me. Elaine and Kardia are pretty clashing in terms of personality, and I feel like opposites attract would suit them! There's nothing really deceptive about Elaine's kindness, which kinda contrasts to how Kardia is both incredibly kind and cruel by their peers.

And on the plus side, they're both really good at cooking! I could see Elaine making Kardia's favorite food whenever they're in a bad mood, or in general just doing whatever they want with them if it makes them feel better after a bad day.

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[rosietrace]

When🥸 I ask ∅ 4 Roya and Winston mby

Omg hi Rev 👁️

Two horse boys.... 😈 I like where this is going

Roya Callistis — Thoughts on Winston Herdsmen

Character Featured: Roya Callistis

Mentioned: Winston Herdsmen, Lotsie Huggins

Warning(s): Lotsie being Lotsie™, horse boys /j, Midnight Barbara 💀, Roya being socially awkward can be considered a warning, potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

[ Reblogs > Likes ]

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“Ah, you're referring to the ‘Sheriff’ of Toytoriya, correct? I've never been there personally, but I've heard great things about the theatrical talents of their members. I can assume Winston is the same, based on the few interactions we've shared.”

— Roya Callistis

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Non-verbal Thoughts

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「 General Thoughts 」

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ Roya and Winston haven't interacted much, but they do get along to some degree!

➜ Because Roya is not a student in NRC, the chances of him interacting with any NRC students in his day-to-day life is… Unlikely. Unless you count the joint events between NRC and RSA!

➜ Thankfully, he's managed to interact with some of the members. In particular, Winston Herdsmen and William ‘Lotsie’ Huggins.

↳ Oh, but Lotsie isn't important right now!

➜ Interacting with Winston tends to get awkward. Roya is by no means good at social interaction, and it's usually Winston that carries their conversations. Not unless they discuss a topic Roya's familiar with.

➜ Hopefully, Winston isn't all that offended by Roya's quietness! He doesn't mean to be, he's just quiet by nature!

↳ When you have a backstory like Roya's, being quiet is better than being heard.

➜ Roya thinks Winston's a bit interesting to talk to, through the few times they've talked. He plans to continue talking with him if he ever visits Toytoriya!

➜ Roya isn't all that surprised that Winston's usually the main lead during Toytoriya’s plays. From what he saw of his personality, he can see why.

↳ He's also glad that Winston doesn't let his role as a constant main lead get to him! Even if he can be a bit selfish at times…

➜ Roya doesn't question Winston's dislike of Sci-fi and the like. It isn't his business, so why try to learn more about it?

➜ He doesn't have much musical talent outside of some decent singing, so he hopes Winston's willing to teach him some of his guitar skills!

➜ Winston, like many others around Roya, was curious about his horns. He wished to ask about them but noticed the unease in Roya's body language when it was brought up. So he decided not to push further.

➜ Roya really wants to introduce Winston to Midnight Barbara, his noble steed. Alas, due to RSA and NRC’s rivalry, and scheduling differences in general…. Yeah, it's highly unlikely for Winston to meet the sassy horse anytime soon.

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「 Interactions 」

❐ They probably met during a joint event between Night Raven College and Royal Sword Academy! Roya was just roaming around and happened to run into Winston! Shenanigans ensue /j

➜ If it weren't for the fact he met Lotsie moments before, Roya almost mistook Winston as the head of Toytoriya. He'd never say that to Winston or Lotsie though…

↳ Someone tell Roya that Winston's the one designated as the head of dorm meetings ☠️

➜ Two horse boys, meeting. Need I say more? /j

↳ The moment Roya encounters a fellow horseboy, it's all over 💀💀

➜ I'm gonna say it- Winston probably had a stroke when he learned of Roya's vendetta against ducks, of all things. But honestly, who can blame him 😭😭

➜ Roya finds Winston to be admirable, especially since they want to be just like the Toytime Sheriff! He's heard of said Sheriff from time to time, and although he doesn't understand ‘the hype’, he's glad Winston admires them…. For whatever reason.

➜ Oh, Winston has a sister?.... Huh. Roya didn't know that. He wonders why Winston never brought her up..

➜ There's a high chance Roya almost stepped on Winston while his unique magic was in effect 💀

↳ It's okay, he apologized like, a bazillion times /j /j

➜ Winston didn't expect Roya to be so obsessed with horses 🧍‍♀️ Listen, Winston, at least he isn't like Davis /j

➜ I like to think Roya genuinely thought Winston was a sheriff when they first met! Assuming he was wearing his dorm uniform, at the time. Though, I'm guessing Winston always looks like a cowboy.

➜ They're both respectful of each other's boundaries! Roya doesn't question Winston's relationship with his sister and his dislike of Sci-fi, and Winston doesn't question Roya's horns or his familial life.

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[rosietrace]

Roya Callistis

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“Apologies…. It seems I haven't been focused as of late.”

— Roya Callistis, Prince of Prophecy

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General Information

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Full Name — Roya Pendragon Callistis

↳ Roya; A name of Persian origin, meaning ‘vision, dream’.

↳ Pendragon; The epithet of Uther, the father of King Arthur, that quite literally means ‘chief dragon’ or ‘head dragon’.

↳ Callistis; Primarily a name of Latin origin, meaning ‘Very beautiful’. It is also a Latin form of the Greek name, Kallistos.

Japanese ver. — ロヤ ペンドラゴン カリスティス

Romaji ver. — Roya Pendoragon Karisutisu

Twisted from: King Arthur

❐ — Arthurian Legend

V/A(日本語): Kenjiro Tsuda(津田健二郎)

↳ Voices Nanami Kento from Jujutsu Kaisen

V/A(英語/EN): Nazeeh Tarsha

↳ Voices Al Haitham from Genshin Impact

Age: 18

Birthday: July 18th

Horoscope: Cancer ♋

Species: Human, Demon

Height: 187 cm

Hair color: Auburn

Eye color: Silver

Gender/Pronouns: Male, He/Him

Sexuality: Asexual, Panromantic

Dominant hand: Right

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Extra Information

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Homeland: Kingdom of Prophecy

『 Family:

Arthur Callistis — Father †

Rubina Winchester Callistis — Mother

Davidson Novellion — Older Cousin

Lancelot Novellion — Younger Cousin 』

Dormitory: TBA

School Year: 3rd Year

Class: 3-C(seat no. 17)

Club: Fencing Club

Best class(es): Physical education, Prophecy

Worst class(es): Herbology, Debate

Like(s): Fencing, swordsmanship in general, horseback riding, pie, braiding his hair, physical education, his family, archery, sparring

Dislike(s): Ducks, the current relationship with his mother, rumors spread by nobles and the like, his horns, the markings on his back, his ‘demonic’ features in general

Hobbies: Horseback riding, derby racing, horseback archery, swordsmanship, braiding one's hair, cleaning his sword by the palace lake, baking pie

Talent(s): Swordsmanship, ambidextrous, multilingual, horseback riding/archery, stamina, speed, fast reflexes

Flaw(s): Blunt, pessimistic, self-conscious of one's appearance, overly introverted, desperate in seeking the approval of others

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Roya is well renowned, in the eyes of both nobility and peasantry alike. And with the number of skills he has, it's no wonder why.

Alas, in most cases, many often admire Roya for his looks. He wears an air of confidence, his head held high with a posture that embodies his status as crown prince.

….. At least at first glance. In actuality, Roya is painfully socially awkward.

Due to growing up the way he did, he's not exactly the person you go to for advice on socialization. If anything, he's the complete opposite of that.

He's not vocal about his opinion about several things. To Roya, silence is Golden, and better silent than being ousted for one's ‘heretical’ ideals.

In the few moments where he does speak his mind, he's discreet about it. Very discreet. His voice has a certain seriousness to it that many often mistake his — generally normal — words to be world-shattering critiques.

However, that isn't the case. Roya's nothing like Davis, after all. At least, that's what a great number of nobles say.

Roya views the world from a pessimistic point of view. Without the childhood that his mother failed to give him, Roya doesn't expect much from his future.

He knows he'll be King eventually, so he might as well make his attempt to enjoy what's left of his teenage years.

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“Unique Magic”: The Horned King(角のある王)

➳ The user transforms into a being that crosses the border between the demonic and the mortal.

Said user obtains a variety of demon-like traits, while also retaining their human features.

Those ‘demon-like’ traits include: A larger set of horns, a set of claws, black scleras, and fangs. Depending on how strong the effects of the curse ability are, those are the minimum traits the user gains.

The ‘ability’ gives the user the following increase in physical capabilities:

「 ↭ Increased physical strength

↭ Advanced sense of sight/hearing

↭ Increased speed

↭ Amplified hyper-awareness of one's surroundings 」

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Thoughts on them

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“.... My opinion of my son is none of your concern.”

— Rubina Callistis, Queen of Prophecy

“Hah! That bastard thinks he's so high and mighty, all because he's the headmaster's star pupil… Tsk, just thinking about him makes me sick!”

— Davidson Novellion, Roya's older cousin

“Davis doesn't particularly like Roya. He doesn't make it known in public, but he always has that look in his eyes that gives you the impression that he wants to look into our cousin's eyes as life leaves them. As for me…. I don't know. I just don't know.”

— Lancelot Novellion, Roya's younger cousin

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Additional Trivia

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✑ Main Theme: Skyfall by Adelle

✑ Backstory: 『 A prince most perfect 』

✑ OC Playlist: TBA

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➳ Roya named his horse “Midnight Barbara” /j

➳ …. Has a particularly fondness for a winter faerie in Night Raven College (side eyes @starry-night-rose )

➳ Has a vendetta against ducks for…. Seemingly unknown reasons. And he refuses to elaborate on it.

➳ Oftentimes, when staying in his palace, Roya cleans his swords near a lake that allegedly assisted King Arthur in the past.

➳ Roya's heard the story of King Arthur and Excalibur so many times, that it's more than likely that he can recite the entire story. Word for word.

➳ Roya's horns, along with the marking on his back, are a result of when Roya manifested his “unique magic” from when he was a child. And if you ask Roya, he considers his UM a curse, rather than a blessing.

➳ And apparently, so does his Mother.

[ This is all we're allowed to see… ]

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#roya callistis • #『 roya 🗡️ 』

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