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I confess that I am actually excited to see Wille on official royal duties. How is he gonna handle it, can he adjust to it? Will he enjoy it or will it lead him to give up the crown?
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empiredesimparte · 10 months
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First official appearance of H.I.M Emperor Napoléon V and Charlotte
By Point Royal
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Emperor Napoléon V and his fiancée, Charlotte de Mortemart, enter Paris City Hall © Francesim Presses
H.I.M, accompanied by his fiancée, went to meet the Pope Gregorius XIX, who had come to Paris to celebrate the couple's imminent religious marriage. Once again, they showed just how well matched they are.
Having just returned to the capital for the final preparations for their wedding, the future imperial couple welcomed the Pope to French soil. As godchildren of His Holiness, the Emperor and his fiancée were granted a rare honour: the right to wear white clothes. In fact, in the presence of the Pope, interlocutors and guests are not normally allowed to wear white. Clearly, there is a good relationship between the Pope and his imperial godson.
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Emperor Napoléon V shakes hands with His Holiness, Pope Gregorius XIX of the Holy See © Francesim Presses
Emperor Napoléon V spoke French to the Pope, who had a perfect command of the language. By republican tradition, the sovereign did not kiss or bow to the Pope, unlike his fiancée, who did not yet have the title of Empress.
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Emperor Napoléon V is concerned about His Holiness, Pope's safe journey to Francesim © Francesim Presses
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Charlotte bows before His Holiness, meeting him for the first time © Francesim Presses
The group didn't stay long at Paris City Hall, just thirty minutes or so. The Christians therefore did not have the opportunity to see the Pope. The Emperor ensured that his prestigious guest quickly returned to the Tuileries Palace, no doubt to discuss marriage and politics.
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The Emperor's fiancée, Charlotte, in conversation with the Mayor of Paris © Francesim Presses
During their trip, the Mayor of Paris approached His Majesty's fiancée to tell her about the gift made by Francesim's officials: a set of jewellery for the imperial wedding. The future Empress Charlotte asked the Mayor of Paris not to order the set, and to devote the sum allocated to the gift to charity. This generous gesture did not go unnoticed, and the news was widely reported by all the journalists.
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Première apparition officielle de l'Empereur Napoléon V et Charlotte
Par Point Royal
L'Empereur Napoléon V et sa fiancée, Charlotte de Mortemart, entrent à la mairie de Paris © Francesim Presses
Sa Majesté Impériale, accompagné de sa fiancée, vont à la rencontre du Pape, venu à Paris afin de célébrer le très proche mariage religieux du couple. L'Empereur et sa promise ont à nouveau démontré à quel point ils sont bien assortis.
Tous juste rentrés à la capitale pour les derniers préparatifs du mariage, le futur couple impérial accueille le Pape sur le sol français. Etant le filleul de Sa Sainteté, l'Empereur et sa fiancée se sont vus accordés un rare honneur : pouvoir porter des vêtements blancs. En effet, en présence du Pape, les interlocuteurs et invités ne sont normalement pas autorisés à porter du blanc. De toute évidence, il existe une relation chaleureuse entre le Pape et son impérial filleul.
L'Empereur Napoléon V serre la main à Sa Sainteté, le Pape Gregorius XIX du Saint-Siège © Francesim Presses
L'Empereur Napoléon V échange en français avec le Pape, qui maîtrise parfaitement cette langue. Par tradition républicaine, le souverain n'embrasse ni ne s'incline devant le Pape, contrairement à sa fiancée qui ne possède pas encore le titre d'impératrice.
L'empereur Napoléon V se préoccupe du bon déroulement du voyage de Sa Sainteté le Pape en Francesim © Francesim Presses
Charlotte s'incline devant Sa Sainteté, elle le rencontre pour la première fois © Francesim Presses
Le groupe n'est pas resté longtemps à la mairie de Paris, une trentaine de minutes. Les chrétiens n'ont donc pas eu l'occasion d'apercevoir le Pape. L'Empereur s'est assuré que son prestigieux invité rejoigne rapidement le palais des Tuileries, certainement afin de discuter mariage et politique.
La fiancée de l'Empereur, Charlotte, discute avec le maire de Paris © Francesim Presses
Durant leur déplacement, le maire de Paris a approché la fiancée de Sa Majesté afin de lui faire part du présent réalisé par les fonctionnaires de Francesim : une parure pour le mariage impérial. La future impératrice Charlotte a demandé au maire de Paris de ne pas commander cette parure, et de dévouer la somme allouée à ce cadeau pour des œuvres de charité. Ce geste généreux n'est pas resté inaperçu, et l'information fut vivement relayé par tous les journalistes ayant assisté en direct au refus de Charlotte.
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dcsart · 1 year
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Xavier & Tobias from "Royal Duties" by @cmakesp
 “A Knight comforts his Prince after discovering that he is to be wed to someone he does not love...”
Listen here or here. [18+ ONLY]
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frnwhcom · 2 months
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The Life and Times of Queen Elizabeth II: An Era of Transition and the Future of the British Monarchy
Queen Elizabeth II, the longest-reigning British monarch in history, ascended to the throne on February 6, 1952, and her reign lasted until her death on September 8, 2022. Born Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor on April 21, 1926, her life and reign encapsulated a period of extraordinary change both within the United Kingdom and across the globe. Her tenure saw the transformation of the British…
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princessfbi · 1 year
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buck being a kindergarten/elementary teacher!!!
@mellaithwen is still smug about it to this day!
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danielleurbansblog · 1 year
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Review: Before the Crown
Review: Before the Crown
Synopsis: As war rages across the world, Princess Elizabeth comes face to face with the dashing naval officer she first met in London nine years before.One of the youngest first lieutenants in the Royal Navy, Philip represents everything she has always been taught to avoid. Instability. Audacity. Adventure.But when the king learns of their relationship, the suitability of the foreign prince is…
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elviramac22-blog · 2 months
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Prince Harry: Royal Duties
It seems that King Charles wants to mend fences with Prince Harry. But, sadly for Harry there can be no return to royal duties unless he quits money-making enterprises and issues an apology. That is the view of Richard Eden that’s is writing in the Palace Confidential newsletter. Prince William is unlikely to compromise on the question of a return to royal duties for younger brother Harry. If…
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naomistares · 1 month
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making promo type art for a fantasy story that doesn't exist... yet..
(ambitiously, it will be a webcomic but im literally just a guy. more fun info abt this in tags)
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varpusvaras · 4 months
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The Alderaanian Royal Guard gets really protective of the Coruscant Guard. Like. Really protective. At some point the people start treating the Corries better if only because they know that there is always an Alderaanian somewhere in the vicinity. Sometimes it's the Senator himself. Once or twice it was the Queen. But there is always at least one member of the Royal Guard there. Somewhere. For people who say they are pacifists, they seem really bloodthirsty.
After a while, people are starting to figure out that they might've been just supressing any murderous intents up until now, and it's better if you don't tempt them too much.
(The word got out at some point that Fox was dating the Queen and the Senator and that it was serious. The Royal Guard immediately turned on the Prince treatment. Fox bluescreened the first time one of them opened a door for him.)
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shadow0-1 · 6 months
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"I can't die here."
Commission by @wombywoo
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v1x3n · 1 month
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okay ik i said i wouldn't post or write shit but!! i have something i need to say.
simon riley and you, both strict parents. but one difference is his parents are middle class/ barely getting by and yours are the fucking queen and king.
simon who regularly sneaks out and sneaks through your window to come see you, your father banishes you to your room when he finds out you are friends with someone who doesn't have royal connections.
you glare at simon, complaining that he was the reason you cant leave your room. to that he says its good cause now you two can have 'alone time' and your helicopter parents cannot bother yous. he climbs through the window when you give up, tired of his complaining about how cold it was outside. he swears it was the hatred from your parents making him freezing. he could almost feel the cold glances the queen and king give him when they see him.
"hi princess" he smugly smirks when you allow him into your grand bedroom.
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ethereal-night-fairy · 4 months
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Heavenly saviour
This short fic was inspired by this artwork.
What if we had a reverse Knight Au where the reader is female knights similar to valkyries in the Thor movies. And Ghost gets to be the pretty prince who's been unfairly kept and tortured only to be saved by his darling. (Tbh I have no idea who's kidnapped ghost but I just want to see him be saved by a female knight)
I know I said female knight but I wrote this as gender neutral to include everyone who wants to play the saviour for ghost.
Prince!Ghost x GN Knight!reader
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Words: 1k
Warnings: MDNI, gore, blood, torture, trauma, love at first sight, pining if you squint.
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The dungeon is cold, dark and decrepit. The smell of mold and iron was suffocating. But he had no other choice but to breath it. Thankfully the darkness shrouded his mangeled body. Hiding it from his own view for the time being. But the mutilated images persisted in his mind. Simon heaved the air collapsing in his lungs. They had left him hung and from his ribs, red crimson liquid pooling at his feet. The hook so meanly embedded into his tender flesh. He was no better than a pig hung after slaughter. Though his captors weren't as kind to put him out of his misery. He wouldn't be surprised if it was his father who had sold him to these people for some cheap entertainment. The kingdom was on the brink of collapse anyway, the fucker was probably hoarding as much money as he could. Nor him or his brother could do anything to protect anyone from their fathers wrath. He vowed if he got out of here alive he'd do anything in his power to save his people and family from demise.
His muscles screamed from being pulled and stretched unnaturally. His vision blurry from the pain and stray tears. His pale body scarred beyond recognition. Red hot slashes decorating his supple flesh. His breathing becoming laboured as he whispers his mother's name thinking this was the end.
In his delirium he thinks he hears distant screams followed by shouting. Heavy footsteps by the dozen clambered down like thunder over his head. Their boasterous movement rung out through the manor vibrating down to the dungeon. Had someone come save him? Had God sent him a saviour? Had salvation finally come? If he could scream he would have screamed and shouted until his vocal chords tore but he was fatigued and barely able to keep his head up. If this truly was a hallucination he wishes to see his mother caressing his cheek before he passes. If he truly wasn't forsaken, God would grant him this small request before his last breath.
The screams died down, maybe it was all in his head after all. It was hard to tell if anything was real anymore. Maybe he was already dead and this was his purgatory. All he could see was the congealed blood at his feet. The same blood painted his skin an awful shade of red. He heard heavy footsteps descending the stairs. Ones he would often dread. So he waits patiently for whoever had decided to put him out of his misery.
When the crash comes he desperately opens his eyes to look at the broken entrance to the cellar. Trying to figure out if it was a friend or foe. There you stood in all your glory. The light coming from the lit staircase bounced off your armor creating a celestial glow around you. The tears in his eyes caused the light to distort making it look like the heavens had blessed his knight with golden wings.
He watched you walk towards him with confident steps. Your expression ghastly, a bloody sword clutched in your hand. He couldn't quite make out your features; he was too delirious at this point. But you look like an angel; here to enact divine justice. Everything felt fuzzy and shapeless the closer you got. Like he was floating away.
But that changed the second you touched his mutilated skin. You brought him crashing down to reality. Like Icarus plummeting to his demise, the only difference was you were here to catch him. Every nerve ending springs alive to throw him back in the cycle of his never ending pain. Your words are soft and soothing as you try to get him to settle. He wished he could make out your features properly. Wished he could burn your image into his mind. But fresh tears obstructed his view. Gasps and groans spill from his cut face when you pry away the hook that's lodged between his ribs, taking the brunt of his weight.
You lower his body to the ground as you tell you've got him now. That you'll take care of everything from here. He shows you a smile so kind and sweet you wondered how anyone had the heart to harm him. Though It didn't matter anymore they were all dead now. Laying in pools of their own blood when you had chopped them down like the animals they were. You watch the prince go in and out of consciousness as you tie rags to his most open wounds.
“Captain! King Price has sent word! The castle has been captured! All occupants were killed before the arrival of our army. Reports say the previous King went on a murder rampage before fleeing with a small entourage. Prince Simon wasn't found among the dead bodies!”, one of you soldiers comes down to report to you waiting at the entrance of the cellar. Your body obscuring his view of the person you were tending too. You take the handkerchief off on your arm as you go to tie it around the prince's face making sure not to obstruct his ragged breathing in any way.
“Go now tell the King all noble houses have been dealt with…Prince Simon wasn't found among any of the bodies”, the soldier leaves immediately at your words as you lift the Prince's body in your arms. Ready to carry him to safety. You'll report the truth to the King later. But there was no way you'd let this poor prince suffer any more humiliation than he had already experienced.
His brother and mother didn't deserve to die the way they did. And you'd do your utmost to make sure you'll protect the prince, like he had protected you when you were only but a mere peasant. His smile never changed, not even after all the torment he faced. Even though they had tried to carve it out of him; no bruise or scar could ever take away from his radiance.
This was a new era for him. One in which you plan to be his sword. To be his shield, to be his…just his. He could use you however he sees fit. You will stand by him regardless; come hell or high water.
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princessfbi · 1 year
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Every time I see your profile picture I think of Q!Buck and it makes me so happy! I miss that guy [runs off to reread the 007 series again]
GOOD! Because it is Q!Buck just Valentine’s Day themed cus that’s one of my favorite holidays. @mellaithwen made him for me 🥰
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coefficiente · 7 months
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ao3 bookmarks wrapped (end of year) - interest survey
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scribbling-punk · 2 years
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The Superrojas Royalty AU that I’m writing is way too fun to remain a one-shot, but I’m pretty sure I’d need to make a deal with a time traveller in order to find time to write more of it.
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best-teen-polycule · 4 months
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obsessed w the thought of young henry acting like young lark and sparrow so. some doodles
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