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vox-anglosphere · 9 months
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Happy Birthday Prince William.. and thanks for the memories
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collarsncrowns · 1 year
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The Duke of York (later King George V) with his first child, Prince Edward (later King Edward VIII).
Photographs ranging from 1894-1898
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what-if-queen-camilla · 4 months
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Chapter 43
Late November 1997
Thea's heartwarming gesture towards her brothers had made it on almost every newspaper front page the next day and, though the whole country was still mourning immensely, there was something ominously uplifting and comforting about it. Camilla was of course incredibly relieved that everything had gone well and she was glad that most of the public didn’t seem to have an issue with Thea’s attendance of the funeral - especially not after her close bond with the Princes had become so visible, but somehow the sudden new attention scared and worried her. She had not expected there to grow so much interest in her daughter, especially as the occasion had been such a serious and saddening one but people seem to be obsessed with her little sweetheart, and much to her regret, there had been some journalists sneaking around the house and even Thea's school again but nothing serious had happened yet, thank goodness. She had told Charles and he'd been furious, determined to issue a public statement immediately, urging people and especially journalists to leave their daughter alone but Camilla had insisted that it might not be a good time for that, so shortly after Diana's funeral and with the whole country still in mourning. The boys were being so brave, they had returned to their respective boarding schools the week after and though Charles was hoping for them all to find some kind of normality again soon, Camilla doubted that anything was going to be normal again in the foreseeable future. 
And so a few weeks passed, the days got shorter and darker and everything inside of them as well. Thea wrote heartfelt letters to her brothers every week, but didn't receive a reply, Charles gave a few phone calls but always seemed short-handed and even his birthday passed without an opportunity for a meet-up. Camilla tried to keep herself busy reading books and painting, while she, amid that horrible new wave of public hatred she was facing, couldn't really go anywhere. Thank God, she had friends who did the shopping at Sainsbury for her and the children came and left as usual. She was incredibly worried about her little sweetheart Thea, though, as she was obviously missing her father and brothers immensely. Neither of them had an explanation of why William and Harry didn't write to her and Camilla hadn't dared ask Charles, who was totally overburdened with the sad situation as it was anyway. He'd taken Harry to Africa for a couple of days at the end of October, beginning of November, and, of course given the special connection Diana had had to the continent, the trip had been highly emotional and, as Camilla hoped, a bit healing for the young Prince. So it quite took her by surprise when, on a random Saturday afternoon in late November, the phone rang and none other than her beloved Prince was on the line, huskily asking: “Can you two come over to Highgrove tonight?” Camilla didn’t even think about it any further, but immediately said: “Of course, darling. We’ll be there!” She called for Thea who's whole face lit up at the prospect of seeing daddy tonight and, of course, she asked whether Will and Harry were there as well and Camilla gulped. “I, um, didn't even had the chance to ask.”, she explained. “It went so quickly… he was so short-handed again… I'm sorry, darling. But I'm sure we'll find out soon, so let's get ourselves ready and depart as soon as possible!” It was strange, probably ridiculous, but somehow, after all these weeks, Camilla felt really excited to see her Prince again tonight and wanted to look especially beautiful for him, so she put her hair in rollers and some makeup on her face, eyeliner and mascara and a bit of lip gloss, only a modest shade of pink, not too intrusive of course, but elegant and classy. She also dressed herself in a cute little, dark green velvet dress and something special underneath though she wasn’t sure whether it might actually go into action, however, she thought, just in case…
They arrived at Highgrove at around 6pm and were received by an equerry who escorted them inside, where all three, Charles, William and Harry were already waiting impatiently. “My little sunshine!”, Charles exclaimed and enthusiastically opened his arms for Thea, who threw herself onto him affectionately, before rushing over to her brothers and falling into their arms as well. It was a very touching scene to witness and Camilla shed a tear watching the three siblings reunited. “Darling.”, Charles whispered softly in her ear as he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. Of course, they didn’t want to be too wild in front of the children, but it had been a long time and it hadn’t taken much for her to forget herself. He smelled so good, and, oh, the way he looked at her… She took both his hands in hers and locked his eyes, his beautiful and soft, grey-blue eyes which looked so unhappy and sorrowful that it almost made her cry. She couldn’t wait to properly hug him later, when they’d be alone, to hold him and to kiss all of the pain aways that had undoubtedly tortured him over the last couple of weeks. “Why didn’t you write to us?”, Harry asked Thea and sounded equally reproachful and disappointed. “I did write to you!”, Thea defended herself, adding: “Every week! But none of you ever  replied to me!” Charles and Camilla got apart and slowly went over to the children. “I haven’t got a single letter from you!”, Harry reported and William confirmed, less reproachful but more sad: “Neither have I…” “But…”, Thea stuttered with tears in her eyes, desperately looking over to her mum for help. Camilla rushed over and bend down to her, pressing her against herself, while calmly explaining to William and Harry, that they had, indeed, sent out letters to both of them every week ever since their mother’s funeral. “And you really haven’t got one of ours either?”, William asked and Camilla shook her head. “No, none.” Charles had meanwhile joined the party and knelt down on the floor between his sons, opposite to Camilla and Thea, who were now looking at him in complete confusion and Camilla noticed worryingly that he was about to throw a tantrum - it was obvious that somebody had to deliberately have stopped the letters in order to prevent any correspondence between the Princes and their sister, and Camilla was just as shocked and angry as Charles - but they had to try and keep calm, at least in front of the children, she thought, so she cleared her throat and quickly took the floor: “Well, I’m sure we’ll be able to solve the mystery and find all of the missing letters.”, she said, trying to sound as calm and optimistic as possible.
Unintentionally, her glance met William’s, who seemed to understand immediately. “Hey Harry, let’s go and show Thea the new bunnies in the stables! They’re only just a few weeks old, very sweet.”, he suggested and Harry looked at him in complete confusion. “Why this now?”, he asked, but Thea was so excited about the prospect of seeing baby rabbits, that any resistance was futile in this case. As soon as the children had left the room, Charles couldn’t hold it back any longer and did, indeed, throw a tantrum. He almost screamed down the house in anger, disappointment and pain; not only about this unfortunate situation regarding the missing, or rather stolen, letters, but probably because of everything that had happened since that one, fateful last day of August… He had become a single father overnight, he had to cope with two mourning, half-orphaned teenage boys, he had been trying to stay strong for them, to look after them… but who had been looking after him? It almost broke her to see him in that state of mind and she wished she could just kiss it all away, she knew she couldn’t but at least she wanted to try, so she just sat down next to him, wrapped her arms around him and let him cry, tenderly stroking his hair and whispering sweet promises. “Regarding the letters, darling.”, she started after a couple of minutes. “I think we’d better ask Mark to try and find out what happened and… who might be behind it.”, she suggested and he nodded in agreement. “Yes, yes, darling. Let’s talk to him tomorrow…”
So, what do you think? Who might be behind this mean cabal and why?
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grandmaster-anne · 1 year
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Mary Elizabeth Margaret
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Anne Sarah Zara
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Beatrice Eugenie Margarita
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Louise Savannah Isla
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Mia Charlotte Lena
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thequilandpaperwriter · 5 months
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A favorite of mine. Queen Ena holding a very tiny Infante Juan, count of Barcelona, father of King Juan Carlos I and great grandfather to Her Royal Highness Princess Leonor of Asturias. This photo was taken in the early months of 1914.
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world-of-wales · 7 months
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ARCHDUCHESS ALIX OF AUSTRIA-ESTE ♡
CONGRATULATIONS TO ELISABETTA, AMEDEO, ANNA ASTRID & MAXIMILIAN!
Prince Amedeo and Princess Elisabetta have announced the birth of their daughter Archduchess Alix who was born on 2 September in Brussels weighing 3.4 kg.
Both, the baby and Elisabetta are well and doing good.
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witchpuppies · 10 months
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mysunshinetemptress · 4 months
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Princess Catherine hugging her midwife in 2018
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The Princess of Wales 👑
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valennciaroyals · 9 months
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Double Royal babies
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HRH Princess Nova and HRH Princess Stella have announced alongside Duchess Venus and Newly Minted Duke Jax about 2 new royal babies on the way.  The pairs decided as good friends to do their baby announcements and photos together. We for one are quite happy about the new royal babies and know HRM Queen Aurora must be overjoyed at the news. 
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for-valour · 1 year
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Cute baby Bertie, giving his elder brother (later Edward VIII) a cautious glance :) June 1896.
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vox-anglosphere · 2 years
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It was a day too special to forget. Happy 40th birthday, Prince William
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backtonormallife · 10 months
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Prediction - Eugenie & Jack's baby
Susan Elizabeth for a girl
George Stuart for a boy
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what-if-queen-camilla · 8 months
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Chapter 29
21st November 1995 - Part 3
"She's asleep, finally.", Camilla sighed as she returned to the dining room - the only room which was still in its normal shape despite the move; mainly because she had already bought a new table and chairs for their new home and would get rid of their previous ones last minute - and sat down next to Charles, leaning onto him. She suddenly felt so exhausted that she could fall asleep immediately. Charles noticed and pulled her in his arms, tenderly stroking her back. "Don't you two want to go to bed?", Rose asked, looking at them in concern. She had arrived around 5 and her presence had been a blessing. She had so kindly made dinner for all of them and afterwards played with Thea so that the three parents could plan the next steps in that unpleasant situation. They hadn't really come to a final conclusion yet; while Charles and Andrew thought it'd be best for Charles to officially acknowledge paternity of Thea to avoid further speculations and especially confusion for the little girl, Camilla was more reluctant and even considered denying the accusations as it was nothing but rumours and speculations at this point and her main priority was still and always would be her daughter's safety. "Maybe when we say it's not true they'll leave her alone and everything will remain as it is.", she had murmured, beggingly looking at her men, but both Charles and Andrew had shaken their heads determinedly. "No, Milla, no more lies from now on.", Andrew had said. "We have explained it all to her and she's taken it rather well. We're not going to contradict ourselves and make it even more confusing for her." "Also, I don't think they'll ever leave her alone again from now.", Charles had stated, looking all desperate and sad. "But if I acknowledge her as my daughter, I can do much more to support you, I can privately pay for her security for example." "That sounds like an exceptionally sensible plan…", Andrew had agreed, but Camilla had panicked at the mere imagination of her daughter having to deal with security. "I want her to have a normal life!", she had declared and while Andrew just rolled his eyes at her, Charles had tenderly taken her hand and softly reminded her: "Darling, her life will never be 'normal' again; but we have to protect her as best as we can and I truly believe that acknowledging her as my daughter is the best we can do now."
"And how exactly do you suggest that we put your glorious plan into action?", Camilla asked, sighing, expectantly looking from one to the other. She really wanted to conclude this before she could even think of going to bed. "With a joint statement.", Charles declared. "From all three of us, together. I really think that, if we explain it all a bit further…" "Explain it all a bit further?!", she repeated, highly alert, and jerked away from him. "Like you 'explained' things to Jonathan Dimbleby in your glorious interview last year?! No! That's definitely not going to happen!" "Milla, please…", Andrew responded soothingly, putting his hand on her shoulder but she shook him off vehemently. "Don't touch me!", she snarled, but now even Rose seemed to agree with the men. "Come on, Camilla.", she whispered, gently reaching out for Camilla’s hand. "It really sounds like the best and most sensible solution for this… mess." Camilla laid back, closed her tired eyes for a few seconds, sighed heavily and straightened her shoulders. "Okay.", she said firmly, much to everybody's relief. "If you really think that's what's best for her then so be it. But I want a lawyer to check on it." And then, looking at Charles intently, making clear that she was not going to accept any form of objection was pointless: "Our lawyer." "Alright.", he replied. "You can have it checked by whomever you want, darling. I won't mess it up this time, I promise you."
It really was quite a funny combination with all four of them sleeping in the house that had once been bought to be Camilla and Andrew's family home but which would soon belong to another family that would hopefully be happier that they'd have been. Charles and Camilla slept in her bedroom on one side of the corridor in the first floor, and Andrew and Rose in his former bedroom, several metres away on the opposite side of the corridor. Thea's room was located somewhere in the middle. It felt a bit like at boarding school but it was only for one night anyway as Charles had to go back to London tomorrow, but Camilla was more than happy to have him here tonight, to be able to cuddle up to him, be held and caressed by him until they'd hopefully wake up to a brighter day in the morning…"
Sir? Sir! Mrs Parker Bowles?!" Camilla tried to ignore the calls and heavy knocks against the front door at first, turned around and covered her ears with the pillow. Couldn't they just leave them alone? Charles seemed to have noticed them as well but only grumbled something incomprehensible. The noises became only louder and impossible to ignore at some point, so she reluctantly got up, grabbed her dressing gown and rushed down the stairs to avoid them waking the entire house- “We’re terribly sorry to… interrupt you, Ma’am.”, Charles’ driver declared, indignantly stepping from one foot to the other, looking down on the floor. Next to him, Charles’ protection officer stood, obviously just as uncomfortable, nervously fumbling on his sunglasses, which was actually ridiculously unnecessary to wear at this time of the day as it was still dark. Before she could ask any further questions, she felt two strong hands on her shoulders, tenderly and protectively pulling her close. “What’s the matter, gentleman?” Charles asked firmly and both, his driver and protection officer, bowed their heads before the future King. “Have you heard the news yet?”, the protection officer asked, anxiously looking from Charles to Camilla, who shook their heads unisono.”I think you’d better…”, he added, clearing his throat in very obvious discomfort which almost made Camilla feel sorry. It couldn’t have been easy to sort of always be the one to overbearing bad news… “Mark, Ranjid, please come in.”, she said and the gentlemen seemed to be as equally surprised as Charles that she actually knew their names. “You must be tired, hungry and freezing cold. I’ll get you a cup of tea and something for breakfast…”
So the whole party went over to the kitchen, and while Camilla heated some water, Charles switched on the radio…“We are shocked and deeply concerned about Her Royal Highnesses’ accusations and take them very seriously.”, an only too well-known voice stated in an exclusive radio broadcast - one of his mother’s private secretaries, Cerberus as he called him, because he was just evil through and through and he’d never trusted him for a second. No wonder he was playing a leading role in whatever this drama was going to be turned into… “We have every intention to completely clear up the matter and will take the appropriate actions such as a DNA paternity test. Further information on the matter will be announced in due course.” Camilla felt like in some sort of a trance. So, Thea had become a “matter” overnight?” DNA paternity test? What on earth were those silly people even talking about? Nobody would make her daughter undertake any kind of test, only over her dead body! “Darling…”, Charles stuttered uneasily, very obviously as equally overwhelmed as she was, but she didn’t care about him right now, she didn’t want to hear anything from him right now. “No!”, she declared with lifted hands, slowly moving away from him. “Whatever you want to say now - just don’t!”, she added, sounding quite dangerously, tears in her eyes. “I trusted you, Charles!”, she screamed at him, heartbreakingly disappointed. “Milla, darling, please, I had no idea!!!”, he desperately tried to convince her of his innocence, but she didn’t even want to hear it. “No! Just shut the fuck up! I will take my daughter to a safe place now and I don’t want to see you ever again!”
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A Royal Recycling (part 125)
French Connection
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thequilandpaperwriter · 4 months
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King Felipe on his first birthday, in 1969 as his mother prepared the parties for him in La Zarzuela. That little frown and his party hat!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥳 little Felipe has my heart!!
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