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blackhavilliard · 4 years

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Modern Manorian AU - Royals Magazine - Feature: Dorian Havilliard

And Dorian’s feaure is finally here! Hope you all enjoy it. Manon’s feature is coming afterwards and I’m soooo excited for that ;D

Includes full interview under the cut. Read on AO3 here.

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In the midst of a geopolitical crisis that had threatened the existence of the realm of Erilea stood a young king bent, broken but unbowed as he raced against time to thwart the enemy that has long kept his father's kingdom and now his own in its shadows. Now, years after the passing of the storm, King Dorian Havilliard II finds himself in reflection of the years lost and the years found as he governs Adarlan in stride.

Since the first appearance of the then heir apparent on the tabloids of the Rifthold Journal in a splendid attire fit for the handsome royal, it was a lascivious rumour of the young prince’s escapades inside the glass palace that permanently marked Dorian as that of an aristocratic hedonist whose existence lived off the extravagance and luxuries of the wealthy, knowing that he could absolutely get away with it.

While Dorian played the game of pomp and distraction amongst celebrity A-listers, prime ministers, and the one percent, a sinister plot by political conspirators had slowly been brewing – the overthrow of the Havilliard bloodline that has governed Adarlan for a thousand generations.

In the highest tower of Rifthold Palace is where Dorian prefers to spend his time perched on a deep-red velvet armchair sipping on a cold glass of what looked to be a fruity beverage as he pores over the latest fiction novel – a pleasure he shares with his dear friend, Queen Aelin of Terrasen. Their shared bookshelf, The Royal Fleetfoot Bookclub (named after Aelin’s beloved golden retriever, a present from the king one Yulemas) is Erilea’s most popular Book Club. And decidedly so.

Dorian’s misplaced faith on his father, then King Dorian Havilliard I, had been his constant companion after his untimely death that led to Dorian’s premature appointment as sovereign. But as the war raged on between the countries of Erilea, the formalities accustomed to a monarch were lost, which ultimately led to Dorian’s displacement from Adarlan. The young king was lost, angry, and untethered as he navigated the political landscape alongside his powerful friends: Queen Aelin of Terrasen, Lord Rowan of Doranelle, Queen Manon of the Wastes, and his closest friend and confidante, Lord Westfall, whom he sent as an envoy to the Khaganate in the Southern Continent. Dorian became known as The King Without a Crown.

Dorian ushers me to a leathered couch next to an occasional table where he pours a cup of brewed tea. He asks if I’d be interested in something stronger and I decline. He winks, a promise of our eventual liquored celebration after the successful sit-down.

King Dorian is charming, refined and a proud intellectual with a taste of an epicurean. Delegates from all over Erilea would comment on the king’s graceful charisma as he fulfilled his role of a sovereign in all its stringent social specifications. It’s as if the dark years of his early adulthood never existed when you’re in his presence. Dorian is adored by the masses and the politicians alike, and it isn’t hard to see why.

While we share a few niceties – he’s become quite a dear friend over the years – you can’t miss the way his sapphire eyes would steal longing glances out the open balcony. One can observe that it overlooks Rifthold Palace’s private airstrip, and soon everything makes more sense.

King Dorian’s wife Queen Manon Blackbeak rules from her kingdom in the Western Wastes, a two-hour plane ride from the Adarlan capital. After settling into their roles as respective monarchs of their kingdoms, the pair continued their relationship, much to delight of the common people, who were far too enamoured by their relationship for it to be considered healthy. No surprises there though. They’re really that pairing that’s pretty much straight out of a YA fantasy novel with their unbelievable good looks, seemingly opposite yet highly complementary personalities and the kind of sexual tension you could only dream of.

Nonetheless, despite the distance and their responsibilities, no one can deny just how smitten the king is of his wife. He assures me, in his usual playful charm, that she’s most likely missing him more than he is. I laugh. Even he doesn’t believe his own lie.

He makes himself comfortable, draping his suit jacket on the back of his armchair as he settles down and shows off his polished Derbys almost as if he’d like to take them off.

LYSANDRA: Should we both take our shoes off? I think we should both take our shoes off.

DORIAN: I thought you’d never ask!

LYSANDRA: I may not be born royal, Your Majesty, but I do know when someone just wants to let loose.

DORIAN: Gods, I want to let loose all the time. Do you think they’ll conspire against me if I do?

LYSANDRA: Judging from your friends in all the high and right places, I’d say there’s a higher chance of Aelin breathing ice than that happening. And even if they tried, I’m sure no one would get past Manon Blackbeak’s wrath.

DORIAN: She’s terrifying, isn’t she?

LYSANDRA: You don’t sound scared of the fact.

DORIAN: Are you scared of your husband, Lady Lysandra?

LYSANDRA: He’s a soft little mushy bear.

DORIAN: Exactly my description of Manon.

LYSANDRA: I really have to ask – for me, for Rowan and for your rabid fans. How did you convince the High Queen of the Witches to get married? Was it ever in the books for you two?

DORIAN: It wasn’t so much as my convincing her as her convincing me.

LYSANDRA: Oh, please.

DORIAN: You’d be surprised to know that she asked me to marry her first. Of course, it was all political expedience at that time coupled with a reasonable amount of care and affection.

LYSANDRA: And you said no?

DORIAN: Not technically.

LYSANDRA: So… technically yes?

DORIAN: I was drunk on self-loathing. I didn’t think I deserved her.

LYSANDRA: Doesn’t love usually overcome these sorts of things?

DORIAN: To some extent. We were at the climax of the war and we both needed to make important decisions for ourselves, for both our kingdoms and for the future we desperately wanted to have. It wasn’t the right time.

LYSANDRA: But you wanted to say yes to her, didn’t you?

DORIAN: Desperately.

LYSANDRA: If it helps, I was really rooting for you both.

DORIAN: So was I.

LYSANDRA: You know, I admit this is quite a treat being your very own interrogator.

DORIAN: Our plans to make Aelin jealous are succeeding.

LYSANDRA: Oh, she'll definitely be furious.

DORIAN: I've always admired her fiery rage. Despite it being extremely dangerous to those unfortunate enough to be close in range.

LYSANDRA: I've had my share of that.

DORIAN: I think we all have.

LYSANDRA: Tell us about Adarlan's relations with Terrasen. Even better, tell us about yours and Queen Aelin's.

DORIAN: It's tabloid worthy.

LYSANDRA: I'm not saying I've read all about it...

DORIAN: I met Celaena first before I met Aelin. And in some ways Aelin also met some counterpart of myself all those years ago. We were young and generally when you’re that young, you’re also that stupid.

LYSANDRA: But isn't it just a perfect time to make mistakes?

DORIAN: Not for a prince. Though, I did not care at that time. Sometimes I still think I don’t. But you want to know about Aelin. One thing, you see her more than I do, and I admit, it does break my heart.

LYSANDRA: Technology helps though, doesn’t it? I can’t remember how many times I’ve interrupted one of your virtual repartees.

DORIAN: She can get quite heated in our discussions. Especially if she has to wait a year or more for the next instalment of a book series.

LYSANDRA: What makes the great King Dorian Havilliard furiously out of element?

DORIAN: The monarchy.

LYSANDRA: Do you ever think back on the good old days?

DORIAN: Mm.

LYSANDRA: What did that consist of for you?

DORIAN: Well, I don’t know if I could really call it the good old days. As heir, I wasted away on frivolity and debauchery. Chaol once remarked on my depravity, and I could have resented him if it hadn’t opened my eyes to the truth.

LYSANDRA: Well, that’s an insight. I noticed the construction of the new palace has been coming along nicely.

DORIAN: It is.

LYSANDRA: The Glass Palace once stood as a symbol of Adarlan’s wealth and power. Now, you’ve opted to modernise the construction except for the addition of the thirteen towers.

DORIAN: The Rifthold Journal has been nagging me about their meaning since the blueprints were made public. They’re relentless.

LYSANDRA: I don’t want to be that friend but I’m dying to know…thirteen? Really?

DORIAN: You caught me.

LYSANDRA: Gods, I knew it. Rowan will have a fit.

DORIAN: As much as I’d like to take credit for being a Royal Romeo (but feel free to use that from now on), they each symbolise an iteration of hope, love and life. Every single one of them deserves their own monument.

LYSANDRA: What a beautiful gesture, Your Majesty. And it’s true. I will never forget them.

DORIAN: Sobering thought for a Yulemas special, isn’t it?

LYSANDRA: More like a winter exclusive, so we’re good there. But speaking of, I do have a serious bone to pick with you, Your Majesty.

DORIAN: Don’t tell me it’s the time I coerced you and Aedion to go on that Giant Swing when we were in Terrasen, is it? If I remembered correctly, you really enjoyed that.

LYSANDRA: We almost died!

DORIAN: And that makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?

LYSANDRA: You’d be surprised at how many people who don’t think of near-death experiences as something exciting.

DORIAN: [laughs] Am I that cruel?

LYSANDRA: Remember that snow leopard bobble head I once gifted you for Yulemas? Remind me again what you did to it, Your Majesty?

DORIAN: It was godsdamned terrifying, Lysandra. Why are the eyes glowing? Why are they glowing green!

LYSANDRA: That was the whole point of Bad Yulemas!

DORIAN: Manon fished it out of the trash anyway. She has it on my side of the bed at the Wastes. Should I be concerned with this friendship?

LYSANDRA: You and Aedion are lucky bastards, Your Majesty.

DORIAN: Touché

Lysandra Ennar is the Lady of Caraverre and the editor for ROYALS magazine.

MANON: I don't think this will go well.

DORIAN: You think? I really had to charm my way to do this, you know.

MANON: You charm your way out of everything.

DORIAN: And into things too.

MANON: Your favourite past time.

DORIAN: Are you angry? Here, let me compliment you.

MANON: Dorian...

DORIAN: Witchling.

A sneak peek of the Royals Spring Issue featuring Queen Manon Blackbeak and interviewd by King Dorian Havilliard.

#manorian #manon and dorian #manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #throne of glass #manorian fanfic #manorian fic #manorian modern au #manorian mag au

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queenofangrymoths · 6 years

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TOG Friendly Reminder #34

I procrastinate too much and I am sorry. But then a little valg demon whispered into my ear.

“Hey, Kingdom of Ash comes out in less than six months...” Bitch my heart fucking stopped and here I am.

SO HERE WE GO. TWO FOR EACH DAY I MISSED. That means...*counts on fingers* five days multiply by two...ten. All right. I can do that.

Celaena drools in her sleep. It’s proven during Yulemas when she’s awoken by Chaol who complains that she’s drooling on his sleeve.

Duke Perrinton was given the gift from Farnor, the god of war.

Celaena was given the golden arrow of Deanna. You know, Mala.

#throne of glass #the rest you know #SHE'S STILL CELAENA #Sigh.#still got like #35% left of the book #then like four more #how am I going to do this #BUT I WILL

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thewriterwithnoplan · 5 years

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Still Fighting (Part 3)

Summary: Asherah has had a hard life, but lately it’s been looking up. After being adopted by the Ytger’s Asherah is off to Rifthold. But the story doesn’t end there does it? No there’s magic, tragic backstories and secret identities. So who exactly is Asherah? Pairing: Aedion x OC Word Count: 837 Warnings: None.

Things went as they had for the last month. Things went on as normal, even when they were anything but. Celaena and I found our bond and built it back up. Soon we were closer than we ever had been, struggling against Elena's silly riddles together. It hadn't taken long for both of us to notice the matching tapestries in our rooms and run into each other in the tomb.

I discovered her quest to become the kings champion and in the small windows of free time I managed we planned ways to escape, should things go sour. I debated forgoing my training with Ress for sparring with Celaena. Ultimately I stayed within my own training because though we both served the same master - Aroybnn Hamel - we were trained very differently. Trained to be the perfect duo weapon, she was the brawn and I the brains.

She the assassin and I the shadow. Adarlan's Assassin, Adarlan's Shadow. Not that it mattered here where the information could be used against us. If anyone found out who Celaena she'd lose her advantage in the champions competition and me... Well, I'd be sent back to Calaculla and there'd be no kind princess to adopt me as her sister. They'd kill Nehemia too, for freeing me from the slave camp.

So things continued in near silence, we met only in our rooms or accidentally run into each other in the training rooms. It was suspicious enough that she and Nehemia were such good friends, nobody needed any more attention. As our friendship reformed and grew ever stronger, the competition continued. Challenges passed becoming harder and more creative in their brutality. Those who performed too well were found dead the morning of the following challenge.

It became something of desperation that I travel into the tomb, begging Elena to help. If Celeana were next... I had no idea what I'd do. My prayers went unanswered though and we were alone in our fight. As the shadow it was my job to locate the target, so that's what I did. Cain, a competitor from the White Fang Mountains, broad and brutal. He got away in the mad chase after his creature, the thing took a piece of Celaena. With Nehemia's help and her Wyrd mark she still barely survived the venom.

Fast forward a bit, past the lady who drugged her, the men she beat and the title she won. Now we're here, comforting Chaol Westfall Captain of the Guard who is utterly scared from killing Cain. I wasn't his biggest fan for the longest while, but he cared for Celaena and that was enough reassurance for now. Four years of being his champion and she wouldn't have to be his slave any longer, we could go be free.

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Celaena can be an idiot.

Falling in love with the captain of the guard was in no way shape or form part of the plan. Neither was the dramatic balcony fiasco, let's just say I was one embarrassed shadow having to watch that from the opposite buildings roof. So gross.

I was sure to rat her out to Nehemia, who on our daily walks taunted the girl relentlessly. Celaena's new dog, Fleetfoot - a gift she received on Yulemas - had the funniest reactions to all of it, yipping and pushing at Nehemia's feet. Apparently, she didn't appreciate her owners scowl at each comment. The puppy was a present from Dorian, he was a nice guy, why couldn't Celaena stay with him? That had nothing to do with me though so I stayed well away from Celaena's love life.

It was a bit of a mess though and all the more so since she started hunting Archer Finn, an old friend of ours. Her teenage crush, first crush actually. And while she tracked his rebel movement and solved more riddles from Elena, I was shoved back into the Adarlan court. Meetings, parties, galas, festivals, dinners, the lot. Perhaps I was dragged back in because of Nehemia's schemes. Did they think I knew what she was up to? If so, they'd be so very wrong.

Though I loved Nehemia dearly, I still wanted no part of the rebel movements she fostered. Celaena had never been one for riots or petitions and I guess the opinion stayed with me. Though Nehemiah had attempted countless times to persuade us into her schemes. Of course, we'd both refused her time and time again. There had been the same old argument again today - though much more heated.

"You're nothing but cowards."

Apart from that, things were reasonably calm until I ran into Celaena that night. Let me paint the picture. I sat quietly by the window, sketching as was my habit. The cold outside kept just out of reach by the roaring fire in the corner. Pressed against the window a slight chill ran up my side. For the last hour, I'd been drawing, forgetting myself in the parchment and charcoal. The cool from the window disappeared as she stormed in.

#throne of glass #tog #celaena sardothien #chaol westfall #dorian havilliard #nehemia ytger #asherah

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acourtofcouture · 3 years

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An Insider’s Guide to Throne of Glass: Chaol’s Yulemas Gift to Celaena, 1/?

“I brought you a present.” He felt immensely foolish, and for a moment considered running from her rooms.

“A present?” she said more clearly, turning toward him and blinking.

“It’s nothing; they were giving them out at the party. Just give me your hand.” It was a lie- sort of. They had given them to the women of the nobility as favors, and he’d snagged one from the basket as it was passed around. Most of the women would never wear them- they would be tosses aside or given to a favorite servant.

“Let me see it.” She lazily extended an arm.

He fished in his pockets and pulled out the gift. “Here.” He placed it in her palm.

She examined it, smiling drowsily. “A ring.” She put it on. “How pretty.” It was simply: crafted of silver, its only ornamentation lay in the fingernail-sized amethyst embedded in its center. The surface of the gem was smooth and round, and it gleamed up at the assassin like a purple eye. “Thank you,” she said, her eyelids drooping.

“You’re wearing your gown, Celaena.” His blush refused to fade.

“I’ll change in a moment.” He knew she wouldn’t. “I just need... to rest.” Then she was asleep, a hand upon her breast, the ring hovering over her heart. With a disgruntled sigh, the captain grabbed a blanket from the nearby sofa and tossed it over her. He was half tempted to remove the ring from her finger, but... Well, there was something peaceful looking about her. Rubbing his neck, his face still burning, he walked from her rooms, wondering how, exactly, he’d explain this to Dorian tomorrow.

- Throne of Glass, Chapter 24 by Sarah J. Maas

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acourtofcouture · 4 years

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Throne of Glass Masterlist

An Insider’s Guide to Throne of Glass

A Hatchling Wyvern- 1

Abraxos and His Rider, Manon Blackbeak- 1

Adarlan’s Assassin- 1

Adarlan’s Assassin and the King of the Assassins- 1

Aelin of the Wildfire- 1

Antica- 1, 2

Anielle, the City of the Silver Lake- 1

Athril’s Golden Ring- 1

Banjali, the Capital of Eyllwe- 1

Bellhaven, the Capital of Fenharrow- 1

Blackbeak Keep- 1, 2

Bogdano Jungle- 1

Briarcliff- 1

Celaena Sardothien at the Yulemas Masquerade Ball- 1

Chaol’s Yulemas Gift to Celaena- 1

Doranelle, the City of Rivers- 1

Map of Erilea

Map of the Kingdoms of Wendlyn and Doranelle

Map of the Southern Continent

Maeve’s Palace in Doranelle- 1

Manon Blackbeak Seeks Out the Stygian Spiders- 1

Manon Blackbeak, the Last Crochan Queen, and Her Wyvern, Abraxos- 1

Melisande- 1

Mistward- 1

Morath- 1, 2

Noll, the Last Adarlanian Outpost- 1

Perranth- 1

Rifthold, the Capital of Adarlan- 1

Silba’s Temple in Antica- 1

Skull’s Bay- 1

Standard Issue Flying Leathers for the Ironteeth Aerial Legion- 1, 2

The Black Sands of Roth- 1

The Cadre Returning to the City of Rivers, Doranelle- 1

The Cambrian Mountains- 1

The Cleaver of the Deserted Land- 1

The Crown of the Crochan Queen- 1

The Crown of the Queen of of Terrasen- 1

The Dead Islands- 1

The Ferian Gap- 1

The Gateway to Doranelle- 1

The Gulf of Oro- 1

The Khaganate Palace in Antica- 1, 2, 3

The Kingdom of Terrasen- 1

The Lavender Fields of Eyllwe- 1

The Lost Mycenian Sea Dragons of Illium- 1

The Oasis of Barg- 1

The Port City of Innish- 1

The Red Desert- 1

The Region of Oakwald Forest Favored by the Little Folk- 1, 2

The Royal Palace of Eyllwe in Banjali- 1

The Ruins of the City in the Stone Marshes- 1

The Rukhin- 1

The Runni Quarter of Antica- 1

The Salt Mines of Endovier- 1

The Shores of the Great Ocean in Adarlan- 1

The Shores of Wendlyn- 1

The Silent Assassin’s Keep- 1

The Silver Lake of Anielle- 1

The Spirit of Elena Galathynius Havilliard- 1, 2, 3

The Stone Marshes- 1

The Temple of the Stone in the Ancient Terrasen Port City of Ilium- 1

The Three-Faced Goddess- the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone- 1

The Torre Cesme in Antica- 1

The Western Wastes, the Witch Kingdom- 1, 2

The White Fang Mountains- 1

The Wyrdstone Tower in Amaroth- 1

Wyrdstone Rings- 1

Xandria, the Capital of the Deserted Land- 1

An Insider’s Guide to Rifthold

Celaena’s Apartment- 1, 2, 3

Celaena’s Beloved Music Hall, Closed by the Order of the King of Adarlan- 1

Celaena’s Bedroom, Bathing Chamber and Wardrobe at the Glass Palace- 1

Celaena’s Rooms at the Assassin’s Keep-1

Dine Along the Avery River- 1

Kaltain Rompier’s Peacock Mask for the Yulemas Masquerade at the Glass Palace- 1

The Assassin’s Keep- 1

The Glass Palace- 1

The Private Study of Arobynn Hamel, King of the Assassins- 1

The Royal Library at the Glass Palace- 1

The Sprawling Gardens of the Glass Palace-1

The Willows Tea Court- 1, 2

An Insider’s Guide to Terrasen

Oakwald Forest- 1

Princess Evalin and Her Daughter, Princess Aelin- 1

Springtime in Orynth- 1

The Abandoned Lighthouse of Suria on the North Sea Coastline- 1

The City of Orynth, Capital of the Kingdom of Terrasen- 1

The Country Estate of Rhoe and Evalin Galathynius Along the Florine River- 1

The Crown of Brannon Galathynius, the First King of Terrasen- 1

The Gardens at the Palace of Orynth- 1

The Gate to the Country Estate of Rhoe and Evalin Galathynius Along the Florine River- 1

The Halls of the Palace of Orynth- 1

The Kingsflame Blooms in Oakwalk- 1

The Library of Orynth- 1

The North Sea- 1

The Orynth Book Market on the Western Bank of the Florine River- 1

The Stag of Terrasen- 1

The Stag of Terrasen Returns to Orynth- 1

Throne of Glass Series x Iconic Runway Collections

Pamella Roland Fall 2019 Ready-to-Wear

Teuta Matoshi Duriqi- 1

Ziad Nakad S/S 2016

Ziad Nakad S/S 2020

Throne of Glass Couples & Weddings

Aelin Galathynius + Rowan Whitethorn

Aelin’s Infamous Gold Nightgown- 1, 2

Aelin’s Wedding Dress- 1

Aelin’s Wedding Ring- 1

Rowan’s Wedding Ring- 1

Celaena Sardothien + Dorian Havilliard- 1

Celaena Sardothien + Sam Cortland- 1, 2

Elide Lochan + Lorcan Salvaterre

Elide’s Wedding Dress- 1

Lysandra + Aedion Ashryver- 1

Lysandra’s Engagement Ring- 1

Lysandra’s Wedding Dress- 1

Manon Blackbeak + Dorian Havilliard

Manon and Dorian’s Wedding Reception- 1

Manon and Dorian’s Wedding Bands- 1

Modern AU x Throne of Glass

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius- 1, 2

Celaena Sardothien- 1, 2

Elide Lochan- 1

Lysandra- 1

Manon Blackbeak- 1

Nehemia Ytger- 1, 2

Rowan Whitethorn- 1

#throne of glass #crown of midnight #heir of fire #queen of shadows #empire of storms #tower of dawn #kingdom of ash #the assassin's blade #tog #masterlists

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