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What more can we say about Mary that has not been said already? Well I have dug up a few little known facts about the lady.
Mary used to wash her face with white wine; it helped keep her alabaster complexion, which was the height of fashion at the times, in perfect order. The use of such fine tipple to keep the wrinkles at bay was a source of constant consternation to her English keepers the Earl of Shrewsbury and his overbearing wife, Bess of Hardwick, who were forced to foot the bill for most of the upkeep of their ‘guest’ while she resided in England at Elizabeth’s ‘pleasure’.
Still on the subject of her time in England, whilst she was in the custody of the Earl of Shrewsbury and his wife Bess of Hardwick, Mary fell out with Bess big time; Bess apparently became convinced that her husband had more than just a soft spot for the captive Queen of Scots. To get back at Bess for besmirching her name Mary wrote what has come to be called ‘The Scandal Letter’ to Elizabeth I, detailing all the dubious titbits of gossip Bess had told her over their sewing sessions.
According to what Mary had heard from Bess, Elizabeth thought herself so beautiful that she couldn’t be looked upon directly; her ladies-in-waiting would frequently find themselves convulsed with laughter at having to maintain this fiction; also that Elizabeth was sexually insatiable and had pursued one of her favourite courtiers, Christopher Hatton, and secured his favours in a threesome; and finally, and perhaps more mysteriously, that Elizabeth ‘wasn’t like other women’, perhaps physically or in some other way. Sir William Cecil, Elizabeth’s secretary of state (later Lord Burghley) sensibly saw to it that his mistress never received the letter. I do wonder what the "not like other women" comment meant!
And finally Mary was implicated in several lots to assassinate he cousin, Queen Elizabeth, the first was The Ridolfi Plot in 1571, it is said to have involved Philip II of Spain, Pope Pius V and the Duke of Norfolk, as well as Mary’s advisor, the Bishop of Ross, and Mary herself. It was to involve a Spanish invasion and a catholic uprising, followed by Mary being wed to the Duke of Norfolk, then would take the throne. When Ridolfi’s messenger was arrested at Dover, incriminating letters were seized and Norfolk was arrested, tried for high treason and found guilty. He was executed on Tower Hill on 2 June 1572. Ridolfi was abroad when the plot was uncovered and escaped this fate. Elizabeth was reluctant to authorise the execution of a fellow queen, but Mary was kept under ever-tighter surveillance.
Then there was the Throckmorton Plot Francis Throckmorton was arrested in November 1583 by Sir Francis Walsingham’s agents. Under torture he revealed a plot to invade England and place Mary on the throne, naming several allies in his confession. Throckmorton was executed and Bernardino de Mendoza, the Spanish ambassador, was sent back to Spain. Again, Parliament and Council believed the Queen of Scots should be executed. Again, Elizabeth refused to admit that Mary had been plotting against her. This plot contributed to the Act of Association of 1585 after which, Mary would be held responsible for any plot carried out in her name – whether she knew of it or not.
In 1585 we saw The Parry plot.William Parry had been working as a double agent for both the English Queen and Mary, Queen of Scots. Queen Elizabeth was informed that he had planned to kill her either in a private meeting or ambushing her. There were calls for Mary, Queen of Scots, to also be brought to justice –although there was no proof of her involvement in the Parry Plot.
Parry was arrested for treason and hanged at Westminster.
And finally The Babington plot in 1586. Babbington, an English Catholic nobleman plotted to restore the Roman Catholic religion by placing Mary on the English throne. Anthony Babington had made Mary aware of his plans to kill Elizabeth and help Mary escape.
Mary replied to Babington in letters, she explained how she wanted France and Spain to help her become Queen by invading England.
However, these letters were intercepted by Elizabeth’s spy, Sir Francis Walsingham. The letters were amended, to what extent we will never know, but it is known a gallows sign was added to a letter and a post-script asking for the names of the conspirators.
In her defence, she claimed that she could not be accused of treason as she was not an English subject.
Mary was taken to Fotheringay Castle and put on trial in October. Throughout the proceedings she protested her innocence and denied all knowledge of the plot, but the letters were produced as evidence of her guilt. After months of delays Elizabeth signed Mary’s death warrant on 1 February 1587. Seven days later Mary was beheaded in the Great Hall at Fotheringay.
Bonfires were lit and bells were rung throughout the country in celebration.
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Witch Princess
CHAPTER 1
This fanfic. Is my first on this side. English isn't my first language. No voldi au
Draco x Y/N Morningstar
A few characters are inspired from other franchise.
Once there existed a very special kingdom. Here, all witches and wizards of the world found refuge and could live in peace. They didn't have to hide from the world or fear the people. Long before the great witch trials and even before the construction of Hogwarts, there was the Witch Kingdom, ruled by the Witch Queen. The old kings held great respect for this venerable witch family and their powers. In every kingdom, it was customary to have a court witch or wizard who advised the kings and, above all, maintained peace to ensure its eternal continuation.
The Witch Queen once adopted an orphan who enjoyed the love and warmth of the family as if it were her own. She grew into a beautiful young woman, her hair as black as ash, just like her soul. Despite maintaining the appearance of affection toward her adoptive family, she was tainted by malice and treated the kingdom's citizens far from lovingly. Firmly convinced she would become queen one day, she was shaken when she learned that the queen was pregnant with a daughter.
Every scheme she devised to prevent this backfired, and her true character became more apparent to her adoptive family. When the young woman went too far and almost killed the daughter, she was sent into exile. Unbeknownst to anyone, this would mean the downfall of the kingdom. A few years later, fueled by hatred and discord sown among humans, neighboring kingdoms declared war on the Witch Kingdom. Armed with unusually extensive knowledge of how humans could defend against witches, they triumphed after years of war.
The surviving witches and wizards hid among humans or in distant regions. The royal family now consisted only of the little girl, ten years old and entirely alone in the world. To prevent the kingdom from rising again, the exiled adoptive daughter cursed the family. Only the firstborn daughter could ascend the throne, as it had always been, but there would never be another firstborn daughter in their bloodline.
Among the witches and wizards who managed to escape were key members of the royal court: General Godric Gryffindor, Chief Librarian Rowena Ravenclaw, Chief Medical Advisor and Potion Master Salazar Slytherin, and Ceremony Mistress Helga Hufflepuff. With the ideals of the Witch Kingdom in their hearts and souls, they founded Hogwarts.
Today, the story of the Witch Kingdom is no longer told. Believing the royal family was eradicated, the memory became too painful, fading into oblivion. Yet, the family endured, secluded from a human town, residing in a cozy Victorian house meticulously cared for through many generations. The little girl grew into a kind woman, marrying a young Norwegian who introduced her to a new world of magic. They formed a family, celebrated seasonal festivals, and the royal bloodline continued. However, there was never again a firstborn daughter, until it happened, shaking the entire magical world.
Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, visited the family on the tenth birthday of the young girl. With curiosity in her large green eyes, she looked at him. "Please understand that we prefer to handle our daughter's magical education ourselves, as the last generations have," said Lucifer Morningstar, an elegant man in his prime, his green eyes mirroring the girl's.
"I completely understand, Mr. Morningstar, believe me. But do you know how crucial she is for the magical world, how important she is?" Dumbledore swallowed hard as the man's expression darkened, leaning inches from Dumbledore's face. "The most important role she has is as my daughter. She must be nothing more and nothing less." He growled, then stood and gestured to the door of the opulent and warmly decorated living room. "With that, our conversation is over. Go," a small tug on his expensive crimson shirt made him pause. He looked down, meeting the face of his daughter.
"Papa, don't send the man away yet," his expression softened. Dumbledore had already grabbed his coat and hat, ready to leave, but he too hesitated. "But why?"
"I want to hear more. Is there really a school with girls like me?" she looked at the older man.
"A whole bunch." He whispered mysteriously, sitting back down cautiously, with a glance at the father. "Can you tell me more?"
"Y/-" Lucifer was about to intervene, but his daughter interrupted him again.
"You always tell me I should find my own path. Why can't this be my path?" she looked up at him incomprehensibly.
"You will find it when you're older and can better assess what's good for you. At 21, like everyone in your family, you will go on a world tour and learn ancient magical practices from various cultures, just like your mother and her mother before her and her mother before her."
"I can do that now. Why can't my journey start earlier? Just that the first part isn't the vast world but a school." Even Lucifer had no answer to that.
"All right, little one." Defeated, he sat back on the sofa next to his daughter and listened to the headmaster.
Y/N Morningstar did not directly enter her first year at school. She received remote education because her father deemed it essential to complete family training first. Traditions and her own magic, developed over generations.
Now starting her third year, she finally gets to attend school. Instead of an owl, she had her raven in a cage on the cart, which she pushed across the platform at King's Cross.
"Don't forget to write," her aunt, a slightly chubby woman with a loving face, stroked a strand of blond hair from her face.
"Of course, Auntie." The farewell was difficult, especially for her father.
"Your mother would be proud of you," he whispered with a final hug in her ear, and then she had to board the train.
Arriving on the train, she searched for a compartment. Many were already full or so crowded with luggage that she hesitated to enter. Politely smiling and nodding, she passed other students—of her age, younger, older. As if by luck, she found a compartment that was almost empty. Even in front of the compartment door, there were no students, allowing her to open it comfortably.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked politely, causing the pale young man with light blond hair to look up.
#harry potter fanfiction#fanfic#draco malfoy#oc#draco x you#draco x y/n#draco x hufflepuff!reader#harry potter au#draco malfoy x reader#draco malfoy x y/n
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You know, I’m suddenly struck by the fact that no one has considered warprize immortal throuple? Queen Calliope and her lovely boys to frame her on either side.
Dream was a prince of a warring kingdom that lost, given to the queen in tribute, and Hob his loyal knight who refused to leave him behind, so they included him into the tribute.
Dream is bratty and temperamental, used to being in charge, and Calliope has her work cut out for her get him to submit. She can clearly see that he needs it though, needs someone to show him that he no longer has to bear the responsibilities that were weighing him down.
Hob is just as much of a brat, protective of his prince and rebelling on his behalf, right up until he sees how much Calliope’s firm hand is doing Dream good, and he finally gives himself permission to also submit, to be one of the queen’s sweet pets.
When she’s not playing with them, or artfully displaying them for her and her court’s enjoyment, or even having them play with each other for her and her court’s enjoyment, Calliope has them acting as her closest advisors—Dream for politics, Hob for military. But their most important roles are to be available for their queen’s pleasure.
-🪽anon
Oh YES. Calliope would be such a wonderful owner for these two disasters. Imagine how absolutely AWFUL Dream would be as a warprize - he's a PRINCE he will NOT be treated like this!!!! He's got Hob to make trouble with him too. Together they've an absolute mess, and Calliope is determined to tame them and love them.
First she succeeds in bribing Dream with nice things. Pretty clothes, nice jewelry, lots of books. She tells him stories as she brushes his pretty black hair, and he warms up rather quickly to her. Hob is quick to follow. If Dream is his master, and Calliope is Dream’s mistress, then that makes her Hob’s mistress too, right? He's happy do as he's told as long as Dream is happy, but Calliope lavishes him with attention anyway and soon Hob is absolutely smitten.
Most days Dream lounges around in Hob’s lap, dozing or reading, or playing with Hob’s cock if he's been given permission. Calliope keeps a firm eye on her boys and they're always close at hand. Have you seen that part in The Great where the queen flops back on the bed and says "do that thing with the tongue"? That's definitely Calliope after a long day of queenly business. She's got both Dream and Hob trained to attend to her needs with absolute perfection and they always scramble to work together, to make her feel so good. And they both serve the kingdom in their respective roles so they never get bored, and Dream can still be a little bitch in council meetings. He's never been happier, and seeing him flourish makes Hob feel finally content.
Practically the whole realm knows that the queen takes her two submissive lovers to bed each night, and it's generally considered a good thing. Sooner or later there might be an heir to carry on Calliope's legacy as a beloved ruler. As long as the queen's favoured warprizes keep her content and in the best of health and happiness, the crowds will look on with fond smiles as Hob and Dream kneel at Calliope's feet - ready to serve her in front of thousands of people, should she wish it.
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5 thoughts on Vyying for Versailles (after replaying season 3):
Ending where we don’t ask Louis to make Alexandre a noble > Ending where we get a public wedding. Even though MC and Alexandre’s vows scene was cute, the other ending just felt right to me? Continuing to be colleagues and having a lowkey relationship was more fitting for my calculating MC. I like to imagine that they got married later on and Alexandre eventually gets the title he deserves.
• WHY didn’t Alexandre wear the black outfit from the spy ending during season 3?? He looked so good, wtf.
• Having a conversation with Gabriel during the ball made me realize how sneaky the king is. The fact that he was complaining about Gabriel and saying he couldn’t stand what he was doing when in reality he asked for Gabriel’s help and was approving his plans?? Louis is the real villain of VFV, change my mind.
• The poisoning plot was interesting but I didn’t get what happened to Condé and Henri afterwards :( A conversation is cool and all but that’s it?
• Mademoiselle de Noailles is truly an icon and I really enjoyed her social climbing journey💗 In my path, she went from lady in waiting, to official mistress, to duchess, and finally became one of the King’s advisor.
#vyying for versailles#romance club#vfv#rc vfv#renee de noailles#I will miss vfv💔#rc renée#rc spoilers#vfv season 3#rc vying for versailles
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For Moro and Vordakai: trailing your fingers against their exposed back
[A really fun one, that night after the uh-oh that wasn't hatesex post-game lmao]
His vessel wakes just as he finishes ruminating on all that happened last night. Seeing her throws him into questioning all over again.
She--his captor? his mistress? his queen? ...his...?--lays on her front on account of her wings, face smothered in the overly plush silk covered pillows of which there were far too many on her bed. That veritable tidal wave of purple hair blocks her face from his view, but from the relative stillness and rise and fall of her back, she still slumbers.
She was sleeping next to him. Peacefully. No guards up or concerns that he may take the opportunity to finally end this and get his vengeance.
She knew he wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't.
What was this? This? This entire situation.
They had done something foolish last night, initiated by him in a moment of all too much mortal emotion he'd spent the night dissecting as his vessel slept--he himself didn't need sleep, he'd spent far too long in torpor anyway--and she had accepted it. Why? His arrogant and prideful mistress? For the first in their years-long arrangement she'd allowed him to take her, to lead and control from above as she almost always did, and it'd been an act of worship on his part. He'd given her the leash even as he'd pinned her down and demanded her to tell him to leave, to order him to stop, driven by what he'd identified later as all so much possessiveness, anger, fear, need, and... relief...
Now it was morning, and they had spent the night side by side as couples do. Romantic ones.
Why? What was all this, now? Something foolish. Something they couldn't undo. He only had himself to blame. He'd spared her, no, saved her, deliberately. She'd survived the battles with the Eldests, the actual and would-be, and it'd been because he'd... spared... her. No, he'd saved her, deliberately.
His vessel flexes its fingers as he looks at them through those once-steely grey eyes, now permanently tinted with daemonic red. He feels the claws that should be there, three times larger and suffused with death, suppressed by this mask he's gotten far too comfortable wearing. He feels the ghost of her throat beneath them, the too-weak pulse she'd had then as he'd lifted her broken and burned body from the ruins of the palace with ease. The Lantern King had been defeated but had left him a gift in a sense... one he'd been inexplicably unable to accept. Even as he'd tightened his grip about her throat and grabbed at the ragged remains of her wings fully prepared to sever that aggravating head from her shoulders, she'd only looked upon him--his true form--with a smile and blood-choked laughter, and had wished him luck before dropping the Oculus at his feet and succumbing to those injuries.
But she was still alive. He'd confirmed it last night, burying his vessel's face into her neck to taste her pulse and hear her blissful, hot breaths against his own as she clawed from beneath him. It was life and frantic passion he'd claimed, thrusting into her and drawing her close all as he'd growled praise and worship into those black-scaled ears of hers. She was alive.
Why?
He sees the look in her eyes from then as he'd been about to kill her. The acid green of them had been so amused and... accepting... She hadn't even attempted to fight back, even futile as that would've been... nor had she even looked upon him, the true him, with fear. She'd look at his full glory as if he'd still been in this mask. Before he'd really realized what he'd done, she'd been safely handed over to her traveling companions and other advisors under this all-too-comfortable-guise of Magister Varn; and now Maegar was a hero, having carried her from those ruins where no one else could find her.
Even as he looks at her now he feels nothing but that strange possessiveness. His dragon. His cage. His queen. His mistress. His...?
She stirs slightly as his vessel runs fingers down the curve of her back. That delicate porcelain skin is so very warm, so very alive, and even as skin turns to black leather around the violence that is her wings, the heat of life only surges all the more defiantly. Those fingers gently trace that brutality, so very much a reflection of who she is: elegance on the surface but all brutish force beneath. She, who strides with grace, but throws spells through force of will, magic shaped through her demanding it be so rather than through any skill as a true mage. Her wings are much the same, publicly laying so elegantly on her shoulders or clasped about her front, yet here, where they emerge, is a torn open hole scarred from where scales meet flesh. Theirs had been a bloody birth. It'd taken months for the scars to settle, and for the bleeding the fully cease.
He runs fingers up the main length of a wing right where it emerges, recalling that night she'd summoned him to her bathing room and demanding he work an entire tin of healing salve into them. The smell of blood hadn't left him for days. She'd rewarded him.
That was what they had been. Acts of deference for carnal rewards.
What were they now?
Morolai abruptly hisses and tenses and he freezes. His hand is frozen on her left wing where it'd been slowly feeling, mapping it out idly in his thoughts--the same wing she'd had torn out by the Eldest.
"...There are better ways to wake me."
An acidic eye glares at him through a gap in the periwinkle waves and pillows.
"It was not my intent to wake you... your majesty."
His voice is careful. He doesn't know what they are anymore and he has a feeling she doesn't either, based on how that eyes rolls and she only buries her face deeper into those pillows, choosing to be more vulnerable in his presence. She'd never shied away from showing weaknesses to him as an act of dominance, but this... he admitted it was different.
"...What time is it?"
"Around a quarter past seven." He doesn't need to check to confirm. He always knows.
She groans petulantly. "Don't wake me again."
He won't, choosing instead to rise. Distance is needed here. His thoughts are too muddied by strangeness when next to her, when he can feel and hear her intimately.
And he has research to do, too, as the distinct feeling of a powerful curse thrummed beneath his touch in that regrown wing.
#oc: morolai valduin#vordakai#varndekai#pathfinder kingmaker#morolai x vordakai#pair: dracolich#a fun one!#yay two very fucked up creatures trying to figure out what to do after uh oh they kind of had passion sex instead of hatefucked#silversirenwrites
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I'm the new tomgreg anon, had a family emergency recently so I've just finished s4 e1, and you're right!!! This episode is so delicious, I feel like there's this definite linking between logan/kerry and tom/greg that the writers trying to do??? Like kerry being the one specifically approaching greg about bridget, the "logan's friend, assistant, and advisor" line, and then tom talking to logan but then the camera focus on bridget in the background and right after that he calls kerry? The many reminders that kerry is sleeping with logan but also suddenly a reminder about greg's gay dad?? And then tomgreg being so close talking about sexual encounters like WHY do you wanna know the details so much tom?? And greg not being able to admit that he cum, which means he definitely didn't, and then when greg confessed it to logan he made it sound like bridget was the one who jumped him by being eager and under the influence lmao tom immediately talking shit about bridget and then greg also disapproving of her behavior when she tells them she asked logan for a selfie ashffjfkgll I can't, the fact he didn't even know her last name and admits to tom that she's just 'another name in the list' but tells kerry and colin that he's fond of her? Feels so much like he's just doing it because he thought that's what tom would like him to do (since I guess that idea was cemented in his head after tom and shiv told him to climb up the ladder)
THEN shiv accusing tom of taking turns with greg??? In the same episode where she was jealous of naomi pierce because she thought the meeting was not about business?? She was definitely jealous there I think she senses how important greg's become to tom but still in denial
Not to mention all the touches tomgreg do this episode, greg is like an overly eager puppy with tom, and tom still wanting to tease greg with the cctv thing like sure they've gotten close now but that urge to tease greg is still there that's how he has fun y'know, even though the teasing is not that mean anymore lol I think he'll always tease greg on little things even when they officially get Together together later down the line
hiiii new tg anon! i'm so happy to hear from you again and so happy that new ppl are coming into the fold all the time, ahh <3
YEAH GODDDD LITERALLY just wait just fucking wait it gets more. keep kerry in your hip pocket because when you finish the show it'll get even more HUH????? in how much it is insinuating. just wait on that front. just wait. and YEAH tom is so funny like girl just SAY you wanna know if greg came or not bc you're possessive of his ass just saaaay it my man. i've said it before but greg also saying "we put our hands down each other's pants" lends to the idea that the whole thing never even happened. like maybe she pulled him into a room but the whole even sexual encounter didn't even take place. so idk what happened but. bridget was wearing a dress, so how could he put his hands down her pants????? makes no sense right? add that to him not being able to say he could come.... yeah i don't think anything happened. i think his embarrassment and shame MOSTLY came from the fact that he lied and he had to hastily cover that up and thus slipped with the pants thing when he told tom, bc tom pressed it out of him. greg is so comphet it's insaneeeeeee. if we think about this it's entirely plausible to say his ass has NOT even touched a mf woman. it's piss easy to spread rumours if you're a guy in his environment that you're some kind of slick asshole casanova, especially if you have the rep that you hang out with a fellow guy and y'all go out and score chicks. also interestingly, a very good cover up if you and fellow guy wanna fuck on the down low. just as an extra benefit.
god don't even SPEAK to me about that, that whole thing was inSANE. like that started the whole, shiv is aware thing, and adds fuel to the fire of greg is the mistress thing. there's more of that later too, so add that to your hip pocket along with kerry to keep in mind. may i also remind you that "we sometimes have a drink shiv" is the same response tom gave about naomi; that they were just getting a drink which indicates that shiv has the Exact same suspicion about greg as she did about naomi. same excuse. and exactly like, i don't think she actually cares if tom is fucking greg. i think what matters/upsets her is that tom has feelings for/is in love with greg, and that greg is important to him, because tom told her greg is expendable and now here he is for all to see, unkillable [as connor said about willa when speaking to her at a point in the scripts] to tom. when you get to 4.04 there is a particular scene near the beginning with tom greg and shiv which i think you'll notice yourself indicates her utter distaste towards them and their relationship, so watch out for that.
GOD yeah. yeah. yeah. there is a buttload of that so be prepared to get even more assblasted with ridiculously intimate touches. i love how affectionate greg has become because it just shows that something shifted between them in the s3-4 gap. they're best friends :( and yeah god tom's teasing of greg is so much more. in that way. he loves to rile greg up because it's so easy but atp i think it's more out of affection/for fun than before when it was using greg as an emotion stress ball. he would Absolutely keep doing it when they got together, and what's even better is greg would play with him too [you'll see More why when you get to the finale] and they'd just banter and mess with each other because that's their bestie lover behaviour <3
#tomgreg#i loveeee when tgs and newb tgs cometo my askbox aaaa i love yall <3#i hope you guys all continue to feel safe to come hereeeee collects yall in my pocket like little soot mfs from spirited away
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An origin story
In a time unknown there were two siblings. The older of the two was from an undamaged egg and was stronger. She only grew stronger as the last egg containing her sibling was being hunted mercilessly by salmon.
Since Lizzie and Jimmy hatched they’d be either fighting or running. They weren’t strong enough to do anything else. But they found slight joys, playing hide-and-go-seek among the grand coral reef they called home, Jimmy was always the best at the game making it his mission to find the most ridiculous hiding spots. His favourite was the time he found a coral grove and played with dolphins until a panicked Lizzie finally found him. “Jimmy! Thank the tide I was so worried. Don’t do that again.” Lizzie said, She stormed off to her room. Jimmy made his first bracelet that day. Made with kelp and coral charms he slid it under her door. She never took it off after that.
Jimmy had nearly lost an eye in the latest attempt on their life. An eye! Looking at her baby brother Lizzie began to pack all her belongings. “We’re not safe here anymore Cod-boy, we need to go to deeper waters.” Lizzie explained softly. The deep ocean was dark and fridged, they made a home in an abandoned ship wreck in the bottom of an indent. Jimmy detested the place his young mind not entirely understanding why they had to leave. “If the reef is over run why didn’t we go to the surface? There’d be no salmon up there!” He pouted, rubbing his icy tail. Lizzie sighed and tried to block out the complaints.
Somehow the red fish had found their hide out and under Jimmy’s panicked yells Lizzie heard the salmons hissing hunting noises. “Jimmy! Come here!” She grabbed his hand and with her stronger tail launched them both to the surface. The surface world was storming and choppy as they were tossed to and fro. Sometime in that storm she lost her grip on her little brother. “Jimmy!” She screamed. There was no response from anywhere around her. She screamed herself hoarse but still no response from Jimmy.
The royal guards found a girl washed up on the banks of Mezalea, she was battered and bruised with scars tracking up her legs. Young prince Joel watched the girl as she slept fitfully until his mother dragged him away, talking about how a flower will bloom no quicker if you stare at it. When the Girl woke Prince Joel was the first besides the healers to greet her. “My name’s Lizzie, I-I dunno where I’m from.” She shrugged, speaking formal and accented common.
A fisherman and his wife with too many mouths to feed found the little boy bumping against their dock. The small swamp land that the family occupied beared little fish except small boney things. “This is nonsense Elieen! Why don’t we just send the boy to Mythland!” The fisherman said as the wife set the boy down in their barn. “He needs help now Matthias! And I Mythland will not cherish this boy.” Elieen said her magics thrumming as she looked over the boy. “Fine but he’s being put to work as soon as he’s strong enough.” Matthias grouched.
- Years later-
a woman set out to find out the reason for the tugging in her soul. She left behind her dear friend, King Joel of Mezalea, the teen king well known for his clever royal advisor, Elizabeth.
A man stayed in the swamp building homes and schools for his little nation. The family who took him in left to bring their youngest daughter, Liche, to the Crystal Cliffs. They were all found dead one day out from The Cod Lands, bandits.
The woman raised platforms from the sea floor, and one day her king came sailing over the horizon waving a letter. It was inviting Joel and his advisors to a meeting amongst empires. “Joel, I’m only going as an emissary from the Ocean Empire.” She said firmly. “Of course.” Joel said bowing. “As Queen Elizabeth of the Ocean.” “Mistress of the Waves, Guardian of Axolotls.” Lizzie said absentmindedly going over blueprints. “Obviously.” Joel said waving and heading back to his boat.
As the man approached the meeting sight he realized with a sinking heart he got the day wrong. Ah well, turning on his heel he returned home. He’d have plenty enough chances to meet his fellows. But as he got home he realized how soon it would be. Sitting on his porch was a woman with striking pink hair. “Hello! I’m Lizzie, Queen of the Ocean empire!” She said holding out a hand. “Oh um The Codfather, my friends call me Jimmy. And I’m sorry have we met before?” Jimmy asked. “I don’t think so… you seem familiar but…” Queen Lizzie trailed off. “Not?” She offered after a pause.
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do you have lots of wips at the moment? if you do, can you pick a favourite or is that like asking to pick a favourite child lmao
When I saw this ask I was watching a movie with my mom and thought I'd answer it later, but I was tired and just went to sleep. In the morning I realized I forgot to do my lab report and by the time I was done with the lab for that day and returning home I had forgotten about it... and that's how I find myself here, 5? days later answering it. Idk how I remembered it honestly.
Apart from some short stories I usually write in my notebooks when I get bored in class, I have two wips I'm working on. One is an orginal fantasy story that I've been slowly writing for a while now and the other is a fanfic that I'm writing for the audience of exactly 4 enthusiastic readers. Honestly it's easy to pick between them, it's my original wip. And now I'm going to rant about both because I'm in a good mood.
Some sort of a summary for my fantasy wip would be: Sixth year of reign of high empress over the newly conquered empires begins with her murder and a heart of the former crown prince of the enemy empire missing from the shrine. What follows is the return of her exiled younger brother to take up his position as the new high emperor, and a violent rebellion fueld by old uncommon illegal forms of powers and lead by a group of batshit insane individuals whose leader is the dead crown prince with a personal vendetta against the new emperor on top of wanting revenge for his empire getting decimated. My personal fave characters to write are the faithless priestess whose entire family is a casulty of war so she got sent to the altars to serve gods as all orphans do except she started dabbling in uncommon powers for fun because they keep a lot of top government secrets at the altars (politics and religion are closely intertwined) and the more she was listening about gods the less she believed in them. That eventually lead to the main goddess becoming interested in her and assigning her as a babysitter to the main character/villain who decided he will simply not follow the normal life cycle and you know.. just not die even though he had his heart ripped out until he gets his revenge (it's a bit more complicated than that). She becomes his most trusted advisor and general and spy and weapon all in one. I also LOVE writing his sister so much, she went from being a little well sheltered princess in the times of war to being gifted to this pirate who helped empress in her war efforts to slaughtering that pirate and becoming the most feared Imperial Storm Mistress. Love the extremely fucked up sibling dynamics she and her brother have going on. Also the emperor! He is so incompetent in running a country but he is trying his best. He is a cringefail, he should have died when he was seven at most (that's the max life expectancy for kids born with his condition - if I'm giving people magical powers but relating that to the physiology then I must give them magic related illnesses), he is super smart, he's been in love with the enemy crown prince since he was like 15-16, he killed the enemy crown prince personally, he is the reason his sister won that war, he does nothing but laze around all day but he will commit mass murder if needs must, believes he's a better person than his sister but is actually much much worse. I'm not even going to get into the main villain/character because that idiot is severely fucked up. Honestly the actual chapters of the story come together with pages long documents on politics and history accounts and explanations of school and law systems, religion, the customs and etc. You know you're in too deep when you send your friends a report on agriculture in a fantasy setting you've made up in your mind. Oh and the magic system is a government scam. There's necromancy and human sacrifices, and weird immortality principles in a society that seems to be perfectly functioning but is actually severely messed up up. The main character is obviously doomed by the narrative, but he's fine with that.
The fanfic I'm writing for my friends is a Bungou Stray Dogs fic I've started in 2020 after a series of funny circumstances and I finished it but one friend who only started watching it this winter because the rest of us wouldn't shut up about season 4 and after she finished watching it, she was sent the famous word documents and she was like wait that's it? Because it ends around the point in plot where season 4 starts (she hasn't read the manga), and she kept spreading the gospel of how messy things could get if I continued it and what am I but indulgent. So I recently continued working on it, except I'm an extra slow writer. It's a story that starts as a canon divergence, then follows canon for a bit but makes things more unhinged, and then diverges from the canon again. Friends have also been bothering me to put it up on ao3 because who wouldn't want to read about "a character doomed and haunted by the narrative is actually the one narrating the narrative but it's unclear whether the objective is to fix or destroy the narrative". I don't think I will upload it tho, so that's it about that.
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The bird with clipped wings
Moon Embracing the Sun (episodes 1 - 20)
Just because somebody doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean they don’t love you with everything they have.
Which love is stronger? The one you fight for or the one you give way for? Is love a contest to be won?
While Moon Embracing the Sun is a period drama about the love story between the Crown Prince (later, King) and his first love who were tragically separated by forces beyond their control, there was another tragic love story in the background of this show that caught my attention (and perhaps, it caught my attention because of the irony or because it was frustratingly agonising).
Yoo Heom (played by Im Si-wan, later Song Jae-hee), was the epitome of brilliance as a top-ranking scholar who becomes tutor to the Crown Prince. However, despite his brilliance, Heom was doomed, unable to reach his true potential and unable to recognise the person he has been searching for due to his blissful ignorance of things outside of books and knowledge. Yoo Heom was the brilliant scholar who had no idea.
Unbeknownst to Heom, he attracted the sights of the childishly innocent and pampered Princess Minhwa (played by Jin Ji-hee, later Nam Bo-ra). However, Minhwa’s love was meant to be unrequited as her wishes to marry Heom fell on deaf ears. The King knew that he could never fulfill the wishes of his beloved daughter, as doing so would clip the wings of Heom and prevent him from becoming a loyal advisor to the Crown Prince. The King, who wanted his only daughter to be happy, ignored her tears without realising the desperation of Princess Minhwa.
But Minhwa’s youthful naivety would be taken advantage of. Her pure love for Heom was used as a weapon to hurt Heom and the people he loved. Her love for him became the reason for the death of Heom’s only sister and the fall from grace of the Yoo family. Princess Minhwa got the one thing she wished for, to be married to Heom, at the cost of lives. And in the course of fulfilling her love for him, Minhwa kept a great secret from him.
Seol (played by Seo Ji-hee, later Yoon Seung-ah) is a servant of the Heom family, responsible for caring for Heom’s younger sister who considered Seol her own family. But not only did Seol love her young mistress who treated her like an equal, she also admired from afar the young master who gave Seol her name and treated her with gentleness and kindness. Seol knew her admiration could never result in love because the difference between the two was too great. Instead of yearning for her young master, Seol did the only thing she could do - follow his wishes to protect his younger sister even in her death. And in the course of fulfilling his wish to protect his sister, Seol kept a great secret from him.
For the duration of 13 years, Heom remained ignorant to secrets that were kept from him. Meanwhile, Minhwa kept her secret from her husband in fear that Heom would leave her if her secret was revealed; and Seol continued to watch her former young master from afar while keeping her secret, knowing that revealing the secret would endanger the person Heom asked her to protect.
It was only after Minhwa watched her husband cry over his younger sister’s death that she realised what her love for him cost him. However, despite it all, Minhwa did not regret her choices knowing that her choice led to her love. Minhwa fought for her love, even if it meant destroying others. For Minhwa, the end justified the means.
On the other hand, Seol watched her young master grieve his sister’s death, unknown to him that the person he mourned is alive. She couldn’t comfort him with the truth, in order to keep her promise to him. And at the end of it all, Seol sacrificed her own life for Heom’s happiness, even if she knew such sacrifice could never result in her love being fulfilled. For Seol, her last regret was that she couldn't fulfill her promise to Heom to protect his beloved sister until the end.
Was Princess Min-hwa’s love stronger because she fought for it? Or was it less true because she fought at the expense of those she should have cared for?
Was Seol’s love stronger because she protected him from afar? Or was it less true because she gave way instead of fighting?
I do not think there is an answer. Minhwa and Seol are opposite sides of the same coin. Princess Minhwa and Seol chose to love the same person in different ways and in the end, they loved without regret.
#moon embracing the sun#nam bo ra#jin ji hee#yoon seung ah#seo ji hee#kdrama#kdrama review#kdrama queen
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Meet Miriani Lavellan, my first ever inquisition character (the replay version, because the real first one was on PS4 in 2014) and my first solasmancer. I romanced the egg on my totally blind first playthrough and was appropriately devastated. Here's a bit about her interacting with a normal person in Skyhold, which is the closest to a finished piece about her I have so far. The current title is "A Song in the Stillness" from Trials 1:3
"I have heard the sound
A song in the stillness,
The echo of Your voice,
Calling creation to wake from its slumber."
The Inquisitor comes down to the holding cells under Skyhold sometimes. She always comes alone, without her intimidating retinue of friends, and without the fancy regalia that she's always in at formal events. Like that, she seems less like The Inquisitor, Herald of Andraste, leader of the armies of the faithful and chosen of the Maker, and more like a real person. She usually brings a snack to split with the guard on duty. More often than not, in the hours between dawn drills and the noon meal, that's Amara Voll.
A soldier from the area south of Tantervale, Amara joined the Tantervale guard to send money home and help her family's struggling farm break even. She'd worked every odd job the guard had to offer before settling in as an apprentice jailor. When the sky tore open and demons started falling out, she'd been sitting in a stockade watching two drunks sleep off the effects of their most recent stupidity and listening to an angry Dwarven merchant shout profanities from down the hall. Inquisition recruiters came through a few weeks later, offering better pay and a chance to do something about the state of the world. Letting an opportunity like that pass by would've been stupid. She'd survived Haven by the Maker's grace and her own bloody stubbornness, and found herself in Skyhold. The head jailor appointment came because no one else with any experience managed to make it all the way to their new fortress, and the Commander was making do with what he had. Amara figured it would be a short-term assignment, but no more-qualified replacement has materialized. So she spends most of her days down in the cells, reading books or practicing sword drills to pass the time.
A lot of the luster of joining the Inquisition has worn off, and Amara's beginning to consider going home. It looks like they've got the ancient darkspawn magister on his back foot; she can go back to her parents without feeling like she's leaving something unfinished. Then the Inquisitor starts passing time in the prison. Not with her, of course. Amara isn't vain enough to think the Herald of Andraste has any interest in her, but there she is. At least three times a week. Offering to share an apple, or some cheese, or a blueberry tart.
Inquisitor Lavellan is polite, if distant, and mostly seems grateful to be out of everyone's line of sight. No one comes down here after her, though Amara doesn't know if that's because they have instructions not to or because they don't know where she is. Either way, there are no advisors or messengers or people with problems chasing the Inquisitor up and down the many, many stairs to the holding cells. Amara gets the impression that it's a rare respite in the Inquisitor's long days of deciding the fate of Thedas.
Enemies of the Inquisition are in relatively short supply, and they never stay for long. Lady Lavellan is a recruiting judge, when she can be. She's merciful. Some of the nobles don't like that—Amara overhears a couple of fancy-dressed courtiers discussing it in the garden once, where she's spending a few of her off duty hours. One of them says Mistress Poulin should've been dealt with more harshly. Amara just shakes her head at that. She doesn't hear all of the gossip around Skyhold, but even she knows that the poor woman was just trying to save her home. Nobody should go to prison or worse for that. Besides, Mistress Poulin spent most of the week she was in the cells reciting the Chant from memory, praying for forgiveness, and talking to Mother Giselle, so she can't be that bad.
Amara is a bit puzzled by how gentle the Inquisitor is with Servis, the Venatori commander of the enemy forces in the Western Approach, but it's beyond her pay grade. She's just glad there had been a templar on guard with her while he was under her watch. It would've been a bad look for such a high profile prisoner to get away, even though all he'd done the one (brief) time he did get out was steal Amara's coin purse. The nobles complain that he should've been locked up or executed, but Inquisitor Lavellan gives him a position as an informant and smuggler. One of the Nightingale's spies, who Amara sometimes passes time with in between assignments, tells her that Servis is being watched closer than a Merchants' Guild treasure vault, and that's good enough for her. The Inquisitor doesn't waste a potential agent, her reputation for mercy is proven to be well-earned, and the holding cells are empty again.
The general lack of occupants in the prison and the fact that the Inquisitor doesn't come with a trail of supplicants mean that she and Amara are usually alone when she comes to visit. The first several times, it doesn't result in conversation. The Inquisitor comes through, offers Amara a snack, and goes to sit in the crumbling back end of the prison, dangling her legs over the side and watching the waterfall rush past. The cliff edge makes Amara dizzy, and seeing the last great hope for peace in Thedas sit so close to it makes her quite nervous, so she stays at her post and doesn't watch. She should've guessed that the Inquisitor wouldn't be content with silent company forever, though.
"I realize I never asked your name, Sergeant." The Inquisitor is in the process of tearing a chunk of bread in half to split it with Amara when she makes this observation.
"Amara Voll, your worship." Amara stands a little straighter.
Inquisitor Lavellan hums acknowledgement, wrapping the clean dishcloth she brought around her half of the loaf and handing the other half over. "Where are you from, Sergeant Voll?"
"Tantervale, worship. Well, near Tantervale. South, a bit." Amara takes her bread, but doesn't start to eat it yet. She's talking to the Inquisitor. She's plenty likely to make a fool of herself without adding the possibility of talking with her mouth full, thank you very much.
"Lovely country up that way," the Inquisitor smiles, a certain unexpected wistfulness in her expression. "It's beautiful in the fall, particularly the wheat and barley fields when they're ready for harvest. I miss living where it's warm even in the later months, don't you?"
Slightly taken aback, Amara speaks without thinking. "I didn't know you'd been there, your worship."
The Inquisitor scrunches up her face and for a moment reminds Amara painfully of her youngest sister when presented with a vegetable. She realizes, looking at her, that the Inquisitor can't be more than twenty years old. "Please, don't call me that. I can take it once or twice, but three times is too many. I've never claimed to be holy or blessed."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, your-" Amara cuts herself off awkwardly. "Uhm. What should I call you then, Inquisitor?"
"You could use my name," she suggests. The teasing warmth in her tone takes the sting out of the words. The more she talks, the more she reminds Amara of her little sister. Now that she thinks about it, Lilly's nineteenth birthday must be next spring.
"I don't think the Lady Ambassador would be pleased to hear me do that, my lady," Amara replies cautiously.
The Inquisitor rolls her eyes. "Josie cares too much about formality. Call me Miriani, please. I hear my name so rarely, these days."
"Yes ser…"
The Herald of Andraste crosses the room to sit in one of the other small wooden chairs that are scattered about for the use of the prison's guards and their guests. She pulls off a bite of bread with her teeth and munches on it, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the flavor. "Oh, this is fantastic. The cook's new assistant has really outdone himself. I'll have to see that someone confiscates Cook's switches before she does anything to make him want to leave."
Amara eyes the bread in her own hand. She should probably wait, but… The Inquisitor makes another delighted sound in the back of her throat as she takes her next bite. It would probably be rude to let the bread get cold. Certainly. Very rude. She tears off a bite-sized chunk with her fingers and pops it in her mouth. Warm, buttery goodness bursts over her tongue and she understands the Inquisitor's reaction. The texture is excellent—soft, with just enough crisp in the crust to crunch when you bite it—and the flavor is perfect. It sends Amara back to festival days when her whole family would pile into their farm cart and ride up the road to the nearest village, where they could get bread from a real bakery instead of their mother's rather underwhelming stone oven.
They share a brief, companionable silence while they both give the bread their full attention, as it deserves.
"So, Sergeant Voll from near-Tantervale," the Inquisitor opens eventually, "what brings you so far south?"
"I joined up before Haven, your w- uh." Amara stumbles, because of course she does. Well, she didn't get this far without learning how to carry on despite awkwardness. "I got recruited in the early days. One of Lord Varric's initiatives in the Free Marches, I think."
"Oh, I remember those," she smiles into the middle distance, tilting her chair back on two legs and balancing there. "Join the Inquisition for wealth, glory, and a chance to strike back at the sky!" she quotes melodramatically. "I never liked those posters. Did you ever see the ones Varric had printed with me on them?"
The memory brings an involuntary grin to Amara's lips. "Yeah. They had you all glowing and righteous, with a big Inquisition symbol behind you, and sometimes a raven, right?"
The Inquisitor groans. "They were terrible. I asked Varric to burn them. Of course, he thought that was hilarious, and Sera started sketching even worse ones. I think she's still got a stack hidden somewhere, waiting to ambush me with them."
Amara snorts. "I did run across one pinned to the door of the Singing Maiden. I hope for your sake it wasn't, er. Accurate."
"Oh Creators," the Inquisitor hides her face with her free hand. "I thought I took that down before anybody saw it. I told Sera no more art of me with my pants down, for all the good it did me. She reminds me of my cousins—causing problems then getting out of the consequences by being too cute to stay mad at."
"My youngest brothers are like that," Amara commiserates. "Twins. Too smart for their own good and always up to something."
"How old are they?" She inquires warmly.
"They'll be turning… Maker, must be twelve this summer."
"That's such a good year," Miriani smiles. "Three of my clanmates turned twelve a season or so before I left. It was like watching them turn into people in front of my eyes."
"Yes!" Amara sits up straight in her chair to fix the Inquisitor with a startled look. "That's exactly the feeling. Like before they were echoing everything around them and all of a sudden they've got their own opinions."
"And they're always such opinions!" she laughs. "I remember that was the year I decided we shouldn't have Keepers anymore. I suppose for a human child that would be like… trying to convince everyone that there shouldn't be chantry mothers, or schoolteachers."
This draws another undignified snort from Amara. "Oh yes. I think my crusade was against eating meat from animals we'd named, but I remember that phase. Strange to think it happens to the Dalish as well."
"Why strange?" Miriani takes another bite from the end of her bread and cocks her head, looking curiously at Amara in a motion oddly reminiscent of a bird.
"Well… I don't know," Amara hedges, unwilling to give voice to what she now realizes is a less-than-thoughtful preconception. She fumbles something else out in a hurry. "The Dalish we talked to were always so… closed off," she manages not to say "hostile," at least.
Miriani hums, considering Amara's words as though it hadn't taken her three minutes of mumbling to produce them. "I suppose we must seem that way, to humans. Do you know, my clan was chased out of a piece of woodland around Pasanan—that's a modest town just east of Ostwick—one year because a farmer saw one of the hunters near his barn, and a week later one of his cattle fell ill? He claimed our hunter must've put something in the feed. Why he would've done such a thing was never discussed, but the villagers came after us with torches and pitchforks."
Amara frowns. "That's awful!"
"Yes," Miriani agrees peaceably. "Another time, there'd been a bad harvest the season before we arrived in the area around Serrault. We didn't even camp for three days before the local humans were after us, hurling accusations of Dalish curses until we fled into the Tirashan. There's a varterral that lives on the edge of those woods, and Keeper Istimaethoriel woke it to defend us. If it hadn't driven them off, I truly believe they would've chased us till either we were all dead or they were. As it was, they killed three halla and six of our warriors."
"I.. I don't know what to say," Amara confesses, appalled. "I'm so sorry."
Miri waves her off with one hand, a bitter little smile on her face. Her eyes are hard and distant. "It's nothing you did. I'm sure there were perfectly reasonable people back in that village who knew we couldn't have had anything to do with the harvest, and who would've stopped their stupid neighbors if they could. I've long since outgrown holding a grudge against all humans for such things. Being angry at you for what they did would be as useless as them being mad at us over a drought. My point is that the Dalish have a great deal to lose by showing ourselves to be anything but perfect, harmless travelers. It's likely that anyone you spoke with was their clan's best negotiator. You wouldn't know us."
"I want to," Amara blurts. She immediately bites her tongue. Insensitive, insubordinate, foolish…
The Inquisitor's smile warms, however. Her fade-green eyes search Amara's face for a moment, and apparently find whatever they're looking for. She nods slightly. "I think I'd like that. It would be nice to talk about my people, if you want to learn. All my friends up there," she tilts her chin towards the stairs, "are either too busy or too caught up in their own troubles. I'd appreciate having…" and here Miriani hesitates.
"Well," her smile becomes a shade more self-deprecating, "a normal friend, I suppose. Someone who isn't…"
"Someone?" Amara finishes, her own awkwardness soothed by the Inquisitor's.
"Yes," Miri agrees, relieved. "Sera would say 'someone little', but I wasn't sure how that would go over. But yes. If you'd like."
"I would, your worship," Amara smiles back. This time, the title is teasing. Just a bit.
Miri groans. "Please don't start with that again! I came down here to get away from all the stupid ceremony."
Amara can't help it. She laughs. After a second, the Inquisitor joins her. Her laugh sounds rusty, a little unused, but Amara likes it. Despite the yawning gap between their ranks, despite the different races and the staggeringly disparate upbringings, maybe they can truly be friends. It's a pleasant thought.
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In honor of the memory of His Late Majesty King James I of House Whittington
The official portrait taken after his coronation in June 24th 1939. Which hung everywhere the King was adored. Even in local pubs, churches (respectfully of course), and museums.
His majesty was born to the late King Leonidas VI and The Queen Consort, Victoria on the 18th of July, 1918.
He grew up the oldest of 5 children, his younger siblings being Prince Jeremiah, Princess Janice, Princess Vivian, and Prince Justin whom sadly passed away after birth. James was under The Kings watch because His Majesty wanted his son to be ready for the job.
He grew up in the aftermath of the first World War, with many of the worlds Monarchies failing, only a few stood after this war and because they chose to help the United States and Great Britain, they managed to stay afloat. His nannies took care of him for the most part and his Governesses taught him at home.
Upon his 18th birthday he was given the title Commander of the Royal Navy, and crowned, Prince of Sulani (the title given to the heir to the throne) A few months later he met Lady Anne Hemsworth-Jones, The daughter of a local aristocrat.
As time went on, the family grew and upon the death of his father King Leonidas VI, James The Prince of Sulani then became His Majesty King James I.
His official Coronation photo, this went on to replace his fathers photos in establishments and homes, some people chose to keep pictures of the old King up in protest of the new one. During his reign he has courted controversy by having mistresses, later marrying one after his first wife passed away. While it seemed controversial to the public within palace walls Queen Anne was well aware of his mistresses and his soon to be second wife. Not to be unfair to her they had a full discussion prior to marriage. But the public still didnt take well to him having children out of his original marriage.
Here he is photographed giving his salute with his son James Jr doing the first royal photobomb. While it got him in trouble at home, he became beloved around the kingdom by all who saw the picture. He then became affectionately known as Prince Jimmy.
In his older years, he was mostly homebound making a few appearances here and there, but always attending meetings with his prime ministers and was always available to the general public when an appointment was made. At home he was just Dad and it felt good to have him home. The above picture was taken around Christmas. From left to right, The Princess Maria whom he had with the nanny Bella of the Goth family, Elisabeth, the Princess Royal was with his wife Anne many loved her as she looked like a younger version of her mother, the young Princess Vivian whom he had with a Sulanese woman named Mele Kahananui was just 9 years old in this picture, the King, James II seated, Crown Prince James, The Prince of Sulani, an Infant Prince Justin whom he had with Vivians mother Mele, was named after the Kings youngest brother, The Queen Consort, Anne seated, Prince Craig whom the king also had with Bella Goth, and the Prince Isaiah.
He indeed loved all of his children the same, but it was his youngest children that rejuvenated him in his winter season and last days reminding him what it was like to be a young again.
The day of his youngest sisters wedding to Amir Khan, Former Personal Advisor to the King of Arabia, Jibril Ibn Raj Rasoya I. His wife Anne the Queen Consort had a fatal heart attack and died at the Mosque. He was said to been affected by this until his death. Even though he remarried to his mistress, Lady Mele Kahananui, became Her Serene Highness, The Right Honorable, Lady Mele Whittington
On the night of the 10th of June, he went to bed. And the next morning of the 11th he didn't awaken from that sleep. He had went peacefully and a member of staff said he had a smile on his face.
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Follow up to the typical Jetko au where Jet is fed up with fighting against Zuko's advisors about their relationship and thinks that a temporary break will clear his (and Zuko's) head. But on his way to the Earth Kingdom he has this ridiculous and insane idea about solving all his problems.
So he bullies the captain of the ship he is on to go further south till he sees a ship of the Southern Water Tribe. Then he bullies them to go back to the SWT right now because he needs to talk to Sokka and Katara immediately.
Once there he tells his friends of his fool proof plan to get a ring on his lover (and finally stop feeling like a mistress)
1.) Get himself adopted by the Earth King;
2.) Get officially married to Firelord Bitch Face as Earth Prince Whatever (because he knows that realistically no one would allow him to keep the name Jet, but he doesn't care)
Katara is baffled that someone would come up with such a stupid idea, Sokka is rolling on the floor and can't stop laughing, only Hakoda constructively contributes to Jet's call for help by saying that, as far as he knows, Earth Kingdom royalty actually does adopt children, and even adults, as princes and princesses into their families.
Yes. Jet totally knew that one. That's why he was here after all, because his idea had precedents to work with... not because he has a problem with ambition.
As it turns out, Sokka is completely behind Jet in getting royally adopted, so the siblings agree to help and the best way to do that is by bringing in reinforcements. Aang because avatar and Toph because intimidation.
So they're in front of the Earth King now and the guy is all "Wow, is that a thing? Oh right, all my great aunts were adopted," so he is actually okay with adopting the Freedom Fighter much to Jet's delight, (though he would only have limited inheritance rights, which, fair.) His new father King Kuie would be six years older than him.
But the Earth advisors and military officials have other plans. After grumbling about not coming up with this idea themselves they advise the King to adopt and marry off someone to the Firelord who is known to the court and absolutely loyal to their ideals and cultural institutions. Meaning they want their own children, nieces and nephews adopted and not a peasant commoner.
The Gaang starts protesting and an argument ensues which Jet shuts down by reminding everyone that there is only one person on earth that the Firelord fucks and no one else. The Earth court quietly concedes the point and a week later Jet is now a prince and non of those fire fuckers can get in his way now.
He wants to tell Zuko of the good news immediately but Sokka takes his painstakingly written letter from him and rips it up because Jet is apparently doing this wrong. (Jet nearly strangles Sokka to death because it took him the whole night and two dictionaries to write that letter.)
No, what Jet actually needs to do is send a near anonymous marriage proposal to the Firelord without mentioning who the Earth Prince really is to make Zuko question his life choices after not completely committing to Jet. And Jet is... absolutely in favor of making Zuko's life miserable for a few weeks. So they do exactly that.
In the following weeks Jet is instructed to learn the entirety of proper Earth Kingdom royalty etiquette which nearly makes Jet throw himself off of the carriage on their way to the Fire Nation. He survives.
Finally back at the palace, Jet can't wait to meet Zuko again because now nothing is going to stand in their way. He exits the carriage and walks towards the stunned crowd full of ugly old men he despises and one young man he loves.
"Miss me?" He asks Zuko who, in a totally undignified manner, can't seem to close his mouth which Jet tells him immediately with some extra profanity and sexual suggestions thrown in. Everyone behind Jet groans in frustration, everyone before him in anger. Zuko just now seems to get his brain back in working condition.
History textbooks will describe the reunion that took place after that in as much of a romanticized fashion as possible because in reality a half an hour fist fight broke out which all the gathered nobility of both sides desperately tried to ignore and erase from their memory.
(Toph of course helped everyone out by pushing the fighting duo down the street and out of eyesight. She also convinced Katara to throw some water at them so their fist fight turned into a mud fight. Those two were never prosecuted for crimes against the Earth and Fire Crown.)
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by design prologue // Prince Friedrich
series masterlist
summary: y/n and friedrich find out who exactly they are betrothed to
word count: 2,6k
warnings: bad parenting
a/n: this is the 5th time i have rewritten this how crazy and has been changed 3 times since i posted that sneak peak :)) i am nuts. also, i am running out of gifs so i am working on a collage i promise
When Friedrich Wilheim Ludwig was born, his father had asked his advisors to draw up a route. Friedrich would study in Prussia, marry a Prussian lady and ascend to the throne as a true son of this great nation, like all of his predecessors.
What he did not plan, however, was that his wife, Frederica had no intention of continuing that tradition. Frederica had other plans for her son. She wanted Friedrich to be the man he wanted to be, not the prince or the king that his father wanted him to be.
She did everything in her power to teach her son just that. Before anything, he was a human being first. Not his title, not the heir, a person.
The King, had he stayed at home for more than a day, would have seen that Friedrich was shaping into a different man than his father had envisioned. He was independent, easygoing and humble.
When the King did realize it, it was too late. It was the summer before Friedrich was to enter a prestigious Prussian university. His aunt Charlotte came to visit with an invitation for his son to study at Cambridge. The King laughed, there was no way his son wanted to go there. Then the next morning, Friedrich had gotten everything ready to go, he was dead set on Cambridge.
There was nothing more the King could do.
The next thing he knew, his son wanted an English wife. It was a complete disaster. And it was all his incompetent wife’s fault. “Let him live on his own. Get all the reckless impulses out,” she said. Stupid women.
“My love, whatever is bothering you.”
The King looked over to his side, meeting the eyes of his mistress. Sweet Bernadine. She was the only thing he looked forward to all day. “Friedrich. He’s not accepting any of the women he was supposed to marry.”
“And why, may I ask?”
“Because they are not his type. Nice sensible Prussian girls. What is wrong with him? He asked me for a deal. Ridiculous!”
“Maybe you should agree.”
“That is the most absurd thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Is it?”
What the King was going to find out was that Bernadine had a sister who became a Duchess in England. And she had all the gossip sources in the world. She knew absolutely everything about the ins and outs of the ton and she had a beautiful daughter, unwed.
The English girl his son had been eyeing was already in love with someone else. And Friedrich did not seem like the type to force her into a marriage against her will.
If he took his son up on that deal, he’d win.
...
One can count on many things in life. For the ton, it is that grief will not put a stop to Lady Trowbridge’s annual balls. The recently widowed lady’s celebration seemed to be even more flamboyant than when her dear husband was still alive.
And even more scandalous.
Last night, the Incomparable of the season was seen changing her horses in midstream.
To refresh your memory, dear readers, Miss Bridgerton caught the eye of the Duke of Hastings at the beginning of the season. However, for reasons unknown, the Duke was hesitant in asking for her hand, letting Miss Bridgerton slip from his grasp into the hands of a Prince. Our most promising Debutante was then seen exclusively with the Prince of Prussia-the royal suitor of our dreams at balls and promenades for the whole of last week. It would also appear that the Duke had moved on with Miss Y/N Y/L/N, daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Clarence and heiress to their lush family fortunes.
There were talks today that both men might even take their final steps in securing a ring on their ladies’ fingers by the end of the night.
Miss Bridgerton did emerge from the Trowbridge estate engaged. But not to whom we thought she would. It was the Duke of Hastings that captured the heart and hand of the Diamond of the Season. Miss Y/L/N and Prince Friedrich were both left empty-handed.
This Author is seasoned enough to say she is not easily shocked by scandals nowadays. However, that is not to say the events that transpired last night didn’t raise her eyebrows.
Yours truly,
Lady Whistledown
...
“Your Highness. Pst. Your Highness!”
Friedrich sighed, turning over in hopes silence would return to him. He had just fallen asleep finally. It couldn’t possibly be morning already.
“Your Highness.”
The voice grew from a whisper to a normal speaking voice which was too loud for someone who was hoping for silence. He peaked open one eye and closed them again after he recognized the familiar face of his valet, Heinrich.
“Not now. I am sleeping.”
“Your Highness, it’s urgent.”
“It can wait until I wake up.”
There was a pause. “It’s your father, sir.”
Friedrich sighed. “Then it can definitely wait.”
Getting out of this bed would be to accept the truth. He should have known that his father would always get his way. But that was definitely for later. Right now, sleep.
Friedrich waited for the sound of footsteps and the click of the doors so that he could finally get the peace he was aching for. But it never came, which meant: ”Why are you still here, Heinrich?” he mumbled into the pillow.
No answers came.
Friedrich groaned and sat up.
Of course, Heinrich was still there. At the sight of the Prince finally giving in, Heinrich rushed to open the blinds but was stopped by the hand Friedrich raised. “If you want to wake me up and listen to what my father has to say, you’ll leave those curtains alone.”
“Very well, sir,” Heinrich nodded, folding his arms behind his back and cleared his voice. “Your betrothed is Lady Y/N Y/L/N, daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Clarence. Your father also asked that you confirm a couple of details for your wedding at Sanssouci Palace.”
“I am not getting married at Sanssouci.”
“Sir, I don’t think that’s wise.”
“Heinrich, I will not look at his smug face when he sees that he has won. I will get married here.”
“But you leave today.”
“Then I will marry before I leave.”
Heinrich had been his valet ever since he moved to England. At first, Friedrich thought Heinrich was spying on him and reporting all of his activities to his father. But after one incident which involved a very drunk Friedrich, a lost key, Friedrich trusted Heinrich with his life. They had even grown to become close friends.
“Very well, sir. I will get the carriages ready.”
Before Heinrich left, he placed a small stack of paper on the desk, telling Friedrich to read it. There were numerous types of documents, all on the Lady Y/N Y/L/N, his betrothed.
Friedrich flipped through as he continued on with his morning routine.
Highborn. Excessively rich. The typical lady of the ton. So far there was nothing that gave Friedrich a reason not to dread his future. Because there was probably nothing. He thought bitterly.
When Friedrich suggested the deal, he didn’t think he’d lose. If Friedrich found himself a wife by the end of the London season, he would get to marry her. If he did not however, his father would have every right to intervene.
How hard could it be to fall in love?
As it turned out, it was not. It was quite simple. He met her, spoke to her and knew. He loved her the moment she laughed ridiculously loudly at his compliment. Her hair, her eyes and of course her laugh which very much alarmed the Queen. She wished to have a large family, like he always wanted as a kid but never got. She was wonderful at conversations. She was perfect...well she would have been perfect, had she been in love with him.
Now, he had lost both the girl and control of his fate. He was now doomed to live the rest of his life with a choice made by his father. Someone who was definitely pretentious, incurious and worshipped titles-everything his father wanted in a wife. Friedrich knew his father would have done anything for his mother to be like that. He felt fortunate that she had never been and never would be one of those things.
Now he could only hope his future children were going to be half as lucky.
...
You were stirred from a dreamless night of sleep by the click of the doors. Truthfully, you hadn’t been sleeping that well these past few days, even the slightest of noises could wake you. You prompted yourself up on your elbows, seeing Olivia-your lady’s maid at the door. She peeked her head in, only coming in when she saw that you were awake.
“Do you have my Whistledown?” was the first thing you asked.
It had become your custom. Your mother wouldn’t let you read the words of that vile woman, lest you learn from the actions of those scandalous ladies. She always acted as though she was above gossip when the entire ton knew the centre of her existence was the scandalous tales told behind the curtains at Madame Delacroix’s fitting room.
Olivia handed you the papers and rushed to your dresser, digging for a dress. “You must be quick. They are asking for you in the drawing room. I told them I was coming to get you.”
You immediately jumped out of bed, knowing your father’s temper all too well. “They’re home again?”
Olivia nodded. “Another cook has been fired. I am scared I might be next.”
That was odd, to say the least. Everything around the house had been a little off lately. Normally, from the moment you woke up until afternoon tea was served, you had all the peace and quiet to yourself. Both of your parents usually left by this time, your father was with his business partners and your mother with Madame Delacroix and her gossip sources. A couple of household staff had also been sacked. It was probably because your father had been even more quick-tempered lately.
Or could the events of last night be the cause?
You knew they were disappointed when you came home without an offer from the Duke of Hastings. But the season hadn’t ended yet. There was still time to consider your other suitors. Besides, it was absolutely no surprise that his heart had belonged to Miss Bridgerton. The dances and the flowers he gave you were nothing more than politeness and perhaps to sooth the jealousy he felt seeing his love with another man. A Prince for that matter.
You got ready quickly, racing down the stairs. At the sound of your footsteps, your mother swung the door open and tugged on your wrist.
“Quickly!” she spat and gave Olivia a glare before closing the door in her face.
Your father sat with his eyes closed, barely breathing. He was completely still, almost statue-like.
“Darling,” your mother chirped, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as if to send some life into him. He opened his eyes. Dull grey, stern and void of hope or happiness.
You knew this look. It had been the source for all of your childhood terror, the look of disappointment and ominous news.
“Get ready. You’re marrying the Prince of Prussia.”
You choked back a breath, feeling all of your blood draining from your face to your neck. You felt like you were burning but at the same time freezing cold. You couldn’t say anything. Not just because you were speechless. You were not allowed to. The only thing you could do was nod, say ‘yes, sir’ and do exactly as you were told.
You were their only daughter.
Throughout your childhood, your father made no attempts to hide his disappointment in you. And your mother was always too afraid to ever do anything. She couldn’t give him another child so they had to learn to tolerate you. They would rarely take you with them anywhere. It was as though you had never existed. You’d always feel proud after finishing a piano piece or after a painting was fully colored but they never cared. For a long time you thought that all parents acted this way, that it was normal. It wasn’t. Other parents took their children to the park, bought them puppies when they succeeded. For you, it was your job and you got no pay, no praise. Nothing. Ever.
You accepted that because there was no other way. And at some point along the way, you stopped looking for their approval. It didn’t mean that they stopped having control over you though. If you wanted a peaceful life, you had better obeyed.
...
Friedrich pulled on his gloves as they made their way quickly into the abbey.
He hated being late and he was late. They were running behind schedule too. Had Friedrich not squeezed a last minute wedding ceremony, he would have already left for Prussia by now.
Needless to say, there was no time for a traditional ceremony. They were getting in and out of the abbey in half an hour or else they would have to wait until tomorrow for another ship.
At the end of the aisle, Friedrich was greeted by his father’s old friend and his future father-in-law, the Duke of Clarence. The man was the picture of a typical aristocratic Englishman with his hair styled neatly, a cane in his hand. Next to him was the Duchess of Clarence, a lanky woman with hollowed cheeks and sunken eyes. There was an air of intimidation about them. Friedrich did not know enough to be afraid of them, though, he could imagine most of the ton were.
“Welcome, your Highness. It is a pleasure to see you again.” He bowed his head. “You’ve certainly grown since the last time I saw you at Sanssouci Palace.”
Friedrich only smiled. He did not remember ever meeting the man at all but did not mean to be impolite.
The Duchess spoke in a sweet voice, extending her arm towards the door. “Well, come, Y/N! We shouldn’t keep his Highness waiting for long.”
Friedrich felt his throat closing as his heart picked up its pace. It wasn’t the good kind of nervous butterflies one got from being near their beloved, it was anxious anticipation for his fate to be revealed.
From behind the archway came a beautiful young lady. He recognized you. You had briefly met before at the Salisbury ball before but never engaged in a dance.
“My Lady.” Friedrich bowed his head.
You were a little distracted, as if you did not hear him at all. He smiled, about to greet you again when the most bizzare thing happened.
Your father cleared his voice and flicked his cane against the skirt of your dress. That snapped you right out of your daze, your eyes lowered immediately as you bent your legs into a curtsy like a well-oiled machine. “Your Highness.”
Friedrich could not believe his eyes.
He turned to Heinrich to find his friend’s eyebrows tipped inwards. So it wasn’t just him who saw the strange way your father treated you. Like some kind of circus animal.
Friedrich nodded to you but kept a close eye on your father. The man smiled when he caught Friedrich staring. But there was something eerie about it. His mouth stretched into a smile but his eyes stayed stern.
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Disney Prince!AU with Seonghwa
★ Seonghwa as Disney’s Prince Charming ★
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Group: ATEEZ
Member: Park Seonghwa
Genre: fluff, romance, hints of angst
part of the Disney Prince Series - could also be a prince!au
Type: Bulletpoint AU
Word Count: approx. 3k
A/N: I had to spice things up a bit bc after a rewatch of Cinderella, I have realized they have no flavor and got a bit carried away—so enjoy!
Warnings: family death + mentions of abusive family - you know the classic princess storyline.
Seonghwa….. is not your average prince
but it’s not depicted in a negative light
so, he’s the prince other nations wished they had
he’s very involved with the state of affairs, often spends time in the villages and conversing with the townsfolk, and often visits schools to read to them or just watch them and it’s so……...wholesome
*cut to him struggling to sit on the carpet with the kids bc his legs can’t fold*
basically everyone loves him because he’s got this angelic aura around him that just makes you feel like you can trust him with anything
and I mean anything
mothers would probably offer him their babies if that was appropriate
he’s just super sweet and tries to remember what he learns in order to take it back and make use of it with the current policies that the parliament is trying to endorse or something
obviously, this is the main image of him to the public
and it’s not fake
but those in the palace know he can get a bit mischievous and sassy
it’s only really seen by those who are close with him, or have been around for a longer time
like assistant!Hongjoong and head butler!Wooyoung
since they’re all close in age and grew up together too, they’re much more comfortable with one another
Hongjoong: *hits his head on a doorway*
Seonghwa: “......... are you an idiot?”
guard!Yeosang and butler-in-training!San: laughing
no, but for real, all of them know he’s basically an angel
the amount of shit he’s putting up with them, but like they make for great entertainment lmao
anyways
the older workers at the palace find him adorable
like when Seonghwa tried to sneak-eat the freshly picked strawberries
“my prince, did you just eat a strawberry?”
Seonghwa with a mouthful of them: “no”
he’s like the grandson they all want (and are trying to get, but we’ll get to that later)
other than his charities and visits and public outings, he’s also known to be a good horseback rider
like real good
Wooyoung: “this is the most princely we’ll ever see him”
he’s kidding, but he’s also not kidding
bc lbr: Seonghwa in a horseback riding fit with the shoulder pads and the helmet and the wind and
Wow
many gather to see him in his glorious, sweaty state afterwards
it’s funny bc he’s so handsome and there are times when he’ll acknowledge it and other times when he doesn’t
especially since the ateez boys just ignore him or tease him
now it just depends on how he feels that day as to how he’d react
since he’s got such a good reputation, you know what that means?
lots of treaties and lots of marriage proposals
on one hand, many nearby countries know how nice Prince Seonghwa is—and some thought he was naive enough to be deceived by them
and that led to a few wars, but they lost real bad bc they assumed he was too nice
when, in actuality, he’s very knowledgeable since he takes a lot after the king and the queen
that allowed much more respect for the kingdom, especially since he’s the first in line for the throne once he’s married
which leads to the second thing: he gets lots and lots of marriage proposals
have you SEEN him?????
do you know how CAPABLE he is????
helloo?????
anyways
the royal family kind of milks this—not in that way tho
it’s in the sense that it’s because they want him to find someone soon and there’s more time for them to learn the ropes about ruling a kingdom
that means lots of balls are thrown in hopes of Seonghwa finding someone to ~catch his eye~ and whatnot
but Seonghwa just uses this as a diplomatic advantage, you know? like a chance for him to meet other royals and build these relationships
and while he has good intentions, the rejected royals are kind of bitter, but they know better than to mess with the Royal Family
meanwhile, party planner!Yunho is lowkey racking in the dough from these events, so he’s fine throwing all these balls lmao
this is where you come in
but, it’s not how others might think
so, you used to be the daughter of a well-of-ish family—you had money for a house and caretakers who adored you and you with parents who loved you dearly
you lived in your own little bubble of love
but then your mother died
when she died, it was almost as if she had taken the lively atmosphere of the household with her
your father buried himself into his work, rarely making time for you anymore and…. there was a drift
one day he came home with a mysterious woman, proclaiming her as your stepmother
along with her came her two daughters, who were as ugly outside as they were on the inside
while you could have done without her passive-aggressiveness, it was nice to see your father happy
but lo-and-behold, you lucked out and he died on a business trip, leaving you alone with strangers to become your only family
it only got worse from there as they openly started to mock you, shame you and push you beyond your boundaries
as they could no longer pay for the staff, they also forced you to clean after them, cook for them, and make all the arrangements that they demanded
or, as your oh-so-lovely stepmother said “you’re below us and you will always be below us”
at first, you put up with it because there’s nowhere else for you
but, slowly, the idea of running away was starting to sound better
and the opportunity came as the palace was starting to look for more servants who would stay in the servants’ quarters
you immediately packed away your things, which wasn’t much to begin with—your mother’s locket being the major trinket you possessed
and ran off to work as a housekeeper, who hid away behind the palace walls and the public eye
since you clean for the palace, it also means cleaning after the balls
other than television appearances, you never really saw the royal family
even as you did work in the palace because……………. they’re running a goddamned country
but, of course, there are rumors and gossip with the other housekeepers which all come from reliable resources
**cough cough definitely Wooyoung cough cough**
so there’s a lot of what you heard, not really from what you’ve seen, despite what some might think when working in the palace
that was until you were called to work at your first ball
which meant you were cleaning after the tables and in the kitchens, going in and out of the ballroom and between dinner tables
getting glimpses of some of the royals
and picking up on some of their juicy conversations
(apparently this one duke almost had an affair with this king’s secret mistress… all the tea)
anyways
you get the point
every once in a while you have to work at the balls when they need the extra help
but, there was one that was…………. different
a lot of the balls are for the royals to take and engage and whatever, but there have been so many and Seonghwa………….
Seonghwa hasn’t been interested in a single one despite the purpose being to help him find someone
Hongjoong: “what’s wrong with them?”
Seonghwa: “there’s nothing wrong with them, I don’t want just someone”
Seonghwa: “I want it to happen naturally—call me old fashioned but if this is someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, it has to be someone who knows me”
Wooyoung, in the corner: “that is old fashioned, hasn’t he heard of tinder?”
advisor!Mingi: “I don’t think it would be a good look for the country if the prince is on tinder”
guard!Yeosang: “we should test it out”
butler-in-training!San: “omg reverse pretty woman”
Hongjoong: “everyone get out, you’re all useless”
okay, but like real talk: he’s such a romantic and the whole unofficial arranged marriage is just………. too much
so, his parents were like: so, you want more options?
Seonghwa: “not what I said”
and they expanded the invitation list for one night, meaning ANYONE had a shot with Seonghwa and
well
he is very popular, so you can imagine how many people were planning on coming and the staff (i.e. you) had to prepare for everything
for the week, the castle was bustling and you were running around to help out and it……. it was all so insane
and then it happens
you’re minding your own business and working and eavesdropping as one does when one works
because everyone is there and who doesn’t love listening to drama that isn’t just from fancy people
but since everyone is here
you failed to remember that a certain group of people were also there
the group of people being your step-mother and step sisters
instinctively, you ducked and hid, moving away from the main room that was swarmed with people who were all trying to obtain Seonghwa’s attention
(who was also trying to hide from everyone else and instinctively failing)
eventually, you found yourself in the gardens, where you tried to make yourself busy
but it ended up being a small walk through the gardens, picking up the occasional liter and small talk with the gardeners
the garden is huge, so you get a bit lost as you wander—physically and emotionally
meanwhile, Seonghwa managed to escape from the others with the help of the other ateez boys
major shoutout to Yunho and Jongho, who insisted on leading the cupid shuffle and cha cha slide
also Yeosang for blocking off people who were trying to shoot their shot with a tired Seonghwa who did not want any of this
he ended up in the gardens as well, walking down a small path with Yeosang trailing a bit farther behind
he spots you on a bench, admiring the flowers under the bright moonlight
and you were absolutely breath-taking
not wanting to disturb your peace, he tried to leave
only to knock into a garden gnome and catch your attention as he tries to not break it
You: “um”
Seonghwa: “I’m so sorry, I was just going to leave, I didn’t mean to disturb you”
You: he looks familiar
You: “I know you from somewhere”
Seonghwa: literally in the most extravagant suit and sparkle make-up as he’s still crouched on the ground trying not to break a gnome that cost like $5 at a Target
also Seonghwa: “have we met before?”
you exchange names and that’s when it clicks
You: “OH MY GOD. MY PRINCE.”
immediately, you try to curtsy or bow or whatever the royals make you do to the ground bc Seonghwa’s still at ground level
and Seonghwa’s just…………. scrambling to try to get you off the ground with flushed ears at you calling him your prince
Seonghwa: “please, you literally do not have to”
You: “I don’t want to be beheaded”
You: “plus, isn’t it like, illegal for me not to?”
Seonghwa: “well, I’m technically giving you orders not to…..”
You: well, can’t argue with that
you slowly get up and dust yourself off, unable to look at him in the eye
even from the corner of your eyes tho, you can see what the fuss is about
bc Seonghwa in that suit and hair swept back is hot™
You: “Prince, I apologize if I’m speaking out of line, but shouldn’t you be inside?”
Seonghwa: “couldn’t I ask you the same thing?”
You: “but this is in your honor, not mine”
Seonghwa: “is it tho?”
Seonghwa: “I keep telling everyone I would like to fall in love on my own and yet………. everyone keeps meddling and making plans and now everyone in the kingdom is after me when I’m just trying to do my best for our citizens”
you’re a bit silent, unsure as to how to respond
Seonghwa: “I’m sorry for just dumping this on you, but, everyone keeps telling me I shouldn’t be so worried”
You: “well, Prince, I think what you need to hear is that your feelings are valid”
You: “it’s only natural for you to want to find someone on your own—freedom is something everyone wants, which is why it’s so hard to obtain”
there’s a bit of an awkward silence
for one bc you didn’t know what he was really like and if you were allowed to say something like that
two being that you didn’t know if you should leave
but he speaks up
Seonghwa: “you’re right—I did need that”
the air loosens a bit between the two of you
Seonghwa: “so, are you also hiding from an influx of suitors?”
you laugh a little, playing like a twinkling melody to Seonghwa’s ears
You: “no, but I am hiding from people”
Seonghwa: “it’s okay, you don’t have to share if you don’t want to”
you two get to spend a bit more time together, just chatting and getting to know one another
he’s really sweet, but also kind of goofy with a handful of cheesy pickup lines that definitely comes from spending too much time on the internet but also Wooyoung
the time is short but sweet
bc, before you know it, it strikes 12 and Hongjoong has a hold on him by bulldozing past Yeosang who just blinks at the small gust of wind
Hongjoong: “Seonghwa! your parents are looking for you! we gotta go!”
he greets you hastily, before grabbing a hold of Seonghwa and dragging him away—in which Seonghwa is still trying to get one last look at you before you disappear off into the night
or, in your case, back to the kitchen to avoid your stepfamily
the rest of the night passes as expected, at least for you as you busy yourself with washing dishes in the kitchen
but Seonghwa found himself like a mercat, poking his head around trying to find you every once in a while
the time you’d spent together was short, but it was the most fun he’s had at these balls
and it showed, as noted by Hongjoong and Wooyoung with the week that followed after
he was spacing out, wondering what could have been if things were different
basically, homeboy was sulking bc he didn’t know when he could see you again or if you had someone or if you were even interested
Hongjoong: “how are we supposed to help him when we don’t even know who it is?”
Mingi: “didn’t you get a glimpse?”
Hongjoong: “I was busy with other things”
Wooyoung: “so you didn’t even ask for a name?”
Yeosang: “it’s (Y/N)”
all the boys:
Hongjoong: “how do you know that?”
Yeosang: “I was eavesdropping”
San: “um—”
Wooyoung: “wait, we know (Y/N)”
Yunho: “so am I throwing another party or?”
Wooyoung: “we can find (Y/N) first and then throw a party”
so, they kind of hunt you down to where you’re cleaning for the day
and Wooyoung asks you about Seonghwa
lowkey bc he wants the tea but also bc he wanted to make sure you’re not one of those insane people that are completely obsessed with him
(considering what he had to witness during that last ball)
and after passing his vibe check
he sends you to the library “to clean”
which is odd because you already cleaned it for the week but
Wooyoung: “I’m technically your boss, so go”
You: weirded out
also you: “okay”
little did you know, Seonghwa was already there, occupying himself with some new books while Hongjoong and Yeosang were keeping an eye out for you
who was lowkey trying to hide in the shadows and failing miserably bc of all the goddamned windows
Seonghwa spots your shadow, quickly getting up and following you
Seonghwa: “wait! (Y/N)?”
you turn around, a bit startled from the call out
Seonghwa: ���I thought it was you”
you give a small bow to greet him
You: “my prince”
Seonghwa: “you can just call me Seonghwa”
Seonghwa: “I didn’t know you were here”
You: “I didn’t know you were here either”
he lets out a small chuckle
Seonghwa: “I meant I didn’t know you were staying in the castle”
You: “I’m not just staying here, I work here prin—Seonghwa”
Seonghwa: “well I guess that makes finding you a bit easier around here”
You: “you were looking for me?”
Seonghwa: “well, I like your company”
You: flushed
Seonghwa: “do you enjoy mine?”
You: “I’d be glad to bask in your presence”
and for a moment, it’s just the two of you
*cut to Hongjoong and Yeosang high-fiving in the back*
after that, the two of you spend more time together
it’s cute bc Seonghwa also likes to clean (which explains why there were never housekeepers needed for him)
so it means he also helps you clean and still have fun doing it
speaking of which, you got to find out how domestic he is and it melts your heart every time
especially when he’s interacting with children who visit the castle
so you can tell he really wants a family
bc he’s so good with kids and knows how to take care of people and what more can you really ask for
he’s also a great listener
like he really knows what you need based on what you tell him
and when you opened up to him about what happened at home
he was just such a big sweetheart about it, asking if you’re okay and checking with you emotionally and it
I LOVE PARK SEONGHWA SO MUCH
anyways
so his parents did find out bc Wooyoung has a big mouth and def blabbed to San and everyone else in the goddamned kingdom who knows Wooyoung
rip Seonghwa
also rip everyone in the kingdom who found out bc again
Seonghwa is very desired amongst many
which also led to a lot of jealous people who gossiped about you but jokes on them bc you still have Seonghwa at the end of the day and they have jack shit :)
back to what I was saying
when his parents found out, they were totally accepting of it considering how happy the two of you are
(also you were lowkey fearful they were just gonna straight up kill you bc you aren’t royal, but also, they’re good rulers who care about people)
which also meant they wanted to train you to help him run the kingdom but that’s a different story
anyways, prince charming!Seonghwa is indeed very charming
and gentlemanly and all that other good stuff
#admin grandma#grandma aus#aus#fluff#romance#kpop#kpop aus#kpop imagines#kpop scenarios#ateez#ateez seonghwa#ateez aus#ateez imagines#ateez scenarios#park seonghwa#seonghwa aus#seonghwa imagines#seonghwa scenarios#disney prince!au#disney prince!seonghwa#group: ateez#member: park seonghwa
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Mizeloph's Tale Chapter 10
Pairing - It is building up to General Kirigan x OC Sun Summoner and when it changes to Kaz Brekker x OC Sun Summoner I will make sure it is mentioned
Summary - Anna is faced with a lot in just one day, she meets two faces while faces something from her past. While she has been able to find a nice get away in literature, Anna cannot hide from the world forever and must face reality.
Word count - 2789
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The next morning Anna went to combat training, on her way back to her room she spotted the library. As she roamed the rows of books Anna came across one that she recognized.
Anna smiled and pulled the book out “The Bone Road Ebbs and the Bone Road Flows, I remember you..” she opened the book to the first page, not realizing she wasn’t alone
The Apparat approached her from behind “educated?” he asked
Anna jumped and dropped the book “sorry, I didn’t hear you come in..”
He nodded, then picked up the book and gave it to Anna “it is alright, I should have announced myself, but you didn’t answer my question, for a book like this there must be some level of education involved, so are you?”
She nodded “when I was growing up in the orphanage the head mistress, Ana Kuya, always seemed to be after me. She said no one would want me because of the way I looked, my hair. So she made me read every book that was in the library at the orphanage. However, reading became an escape for me”
The Apparat paused for a moment, watching Anna admire the book in her hand “I would like to be friends, I am the Kings spiritual advisor, we will be seeing each other a lot, it would be good for us to be friends”
“Alright, I guess” Anna was feeling weirded out and was about to leave, she put the book away and went to leave, but was stopped when The Apparat began to speak
“You're curious about the lore of the Stag, correct?” The Appart asked
“Yeah, I guess I’m just trying to learn more about this whole grisha life” Anna was really trying to consume as much knowledge as she could
The Apparat walked over to one of the shelves and pulled out a book, he brought it over to the table and began to flip through the pages until he found the one. On this page Anna saw four animals, one being the Stag, with a man in the middle.
“One of the first Grisha in recorded history, the Bonesmith. He knew that Grisha would be hunted so he worked on a plan to magnify their power” The Apparat looked over the page
Anna looked at him confused “why was he called a Bonesmith?”
“He made creatures from his own finger bones..” The Apparat went to continue but Anna cut him off
“What the.. There wasn’t some other way to help save Grisha? Instead of using his body parts..” Anna couldn’t imagine what the process must have been like
“No there wasn’t, as I was saying with his bones he created mythical animals attuned to only Grisha. They learned that killing one of these beasts and then melding a piece into their bodies would amplify their abilities. There have been reports of the amplifier only working a minor miracle, but with the right binding, the increase of power could be astonishing” he smiled and closed the book
“So, to amplify a Grisha's power.. They would have to kill a magnificent animal? I know it’s suppose to help, but it feels wrong to kill something to just get some power” Anna did not like the idea, she remembered when she and General Kirigan were riding to the Little Palace and mentioned an amplifier, she wondered if he already knew about her dreams of the stag at this point
“Sometimes sacrifices must be made in order to protect the greater good” The Apparat went and grabbed a book then handed it to her
Anna looked at it “The Lives of Saints? Are you giving this to me? Why?”
“It’s a gift, we are to be friends after all like we talked about, this seemed like a nice gift to mark the beginning” he made his way towards the entrance of the library then turned around when Anna wasn’t following him “come, Baghra awaits”
Anna looked at him confused, “Wait, who is Baghra?”
The Apparat and Anna walked through the courtyard with a few Oprichniki following behind them. Anna was still not used to having this much attention on her and while she did appreciate the protection, it still felt unnatural. They approached Bagrahs little home, the Apparat stopped Anna before she went in.
“Do not worry, every Grisha trains with Baghra to harness their power and while it can be quite brutal it can be very rewarding in the end. Most of the peasants hate Grisha, but I believe it is because the Grisha don’t suffer. However, you have suffered, haven’t you? It is only the beginning…” The Apparat walked off
Anna watched him leave and thought about what he had said, it was unsettling for sure, she was definitely reconsidering this friendship. She went into Baghras place, Anna walked down the steps and looked around. To her this felt like more of a dark cave, her eyes landing on the women sitting in a chair. Anna set her book down near the bottom of the stairs and walked over to her, Baghra got up and approached her.
“Well um.. Hello” Anna said
Baghra looked her up and down “you should have been here yesterday”
Anna sighed “sorry, I only found out that you existed a few minutes ago on my walk here”
“Hmm, let’s take a look at you shall we?” Baghra began to circle Anna “a Sun Summoner who wastes her time training with Botkin, do you think you will punch your way through the Shadow Fold?”
“No of course not, but it’s better to know how to defend oneself in case of something happening” Anna knew that if she was ever ambushed she would not want to be the weak link
“Where’s the rest of you?” she asked ignoring Annas combat training comeback
“I don’t know, but I mean where is the rest of you? You’re short” Anna laughed a little
Baghra ignored what Anna had said “where are your parent’s?”
She stopped laughing “I don’t know, probably somewhere in Ketterdam dead in a ditch or at the bottom of an ocean” Anna never knew her parents so all she could do was guess, at this point she assumed they were dead
“Where did you grow up?” Baghra asked, continuing with her questions
“Depends, I was on the streets of Ketterdam until I was 10 then crossed the Fold to go through the rest of my childhood in Keramzin at an orphanage ” Anna felt like she was all over the place, so many places she lived
“Then where do you belong?” Baghra was trying to just get all of the information she needed before truly beginning Anna’s training
“You think I know the answer to that question? I have been everywhere and never stuck, Ketterdam didn’t work, then the orphanage wanted me out when I was old enough, I was once a map maker until I suddenly became the Sun Summoner. I just don’t know..” Anna felt like a mess, yes she had been trying hard to believe that she now belonged at the Little Palace, but it was all just so much. She had been tossed from place to place without really being able to stick, she missed the simpler times, when she wasn’t Grisha. Anna thought about if she had never been discovered, what she would be doing right now, probably dead.
“Well, if you don’t know where you belong, do you know what you are?” Baghra could see that this girl was lost and desperately needed her guidance
“I mean, I am a Sun Summoner” Anna said, she wondered what the purpose of these questions were, shouldn’t she be training to summon or something?
“Oh really? Then can you summon the sun without holding onto General Kirigan? Did you know that he is a human amplifier?” she asked
Anna was surprised by that, she was still learning “I did not know that..”
“Now, can you summon the sun on your own?” Baghra was now getting to the real questions that had the answered that mattered
“No.. just the one time when we were in the Fold, but other than that, I haven’t been able to..” Anna realized that she didn’t have any real control over her powers
“People are looking to you to be the answer for all of their problems, you also need to believe that, take some time and come back tomorrow, we will continue then” Baghra said, there was so much pressure for Anna and maybe she should have been harsher, however Baghra did not believe that harsh words would accomplish their goals
Anna nodded, grabbed her book then headed back to her room and looked over at her desk. A few pieces of paper and a pen were there, she had forgotten about her promise to write to Alina and Mal, Anna went over to the desk and began to write a letter.
Dear Mal,
You would be so proud of me, I was able to hold my own in a fight yesterday, it felt amazing. I am so sorry I did not keep up with writing, things have been really crazy with all of the changes. I wish that you were here with me, it would make all of this easier to deal with, to have my friends with me. I will make sure to talk to someone so then I can get you and Alina here to the Little Palace. I hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely Anna Mizeloph
Anna finished writing her letter to Mal, she grabbed an envelope then folded the letter and put it in. She sealed it closed and set it to the side, Anna grabbed another piece of paper and began to write another letter for Alina. She did not know if her friends were together on the same journey so to make sure that they got a letter she wrote two different ones.
Dear Alina,
I miss you so much. I made two friends here and they always seem to cling onto me, I wish you were here. Sometimes I feel like everyone just wants to be close to me because I am the Sun Summoner, but I know you are not like that. Maybe they aren’t with me because of who I am, but it’s something that runs through my mind. You are the one who always stood by me no matter who I was, I want to try and get you and Mal here sooner rather than later. I hope you write back to me, it would be great to hear from you soon.
Sincerely Anna Mizeloph
Anna did the same thing with Alinas letter that she did with Mal’s, once it was sealed shut she set the letters off to the side. She would remember to tell Genya to send the letters, while Anna was slightly hurt that she had not gotten any letters she could not really complain. It was something Anna should have also been on top of as well, to keep in touch with her friends. Anna went to her bed and pulled her sketchbook out from under her pillow. She looked at the drawings of the Stag then moved to the drawing of a younger Kaz she remembered. Anna pulled out a pencil and began to work on the details of the one drawing, after a few hours of drawing she noticed it was late. She put her sketchbook back in its hidden spot under the pillow and made her way to dinner.
Nadia waved over to Anna, she walked over and sat between her and Maria “how was your time with Baghra?”
Anna thought for a moment “it was.. Good, a lot of questions though and not a lot of summoning, but it was just the first day”
They continued to chat when a few servants brought over a nice looking plate of food “oh! It’s to celebrate your victory with the King” Nadia said
“Victory? You mean the demonstration?” Anna asked, Nadia nodded
“Oooh, you even have the otkazat’sya taster, they are normally reserved for the royal family” Maria said and a few others watched the royal taster eat Annas food
“Delicious, you will be happy with the meal I am sure, I just have to, um, survive” the tasters smile faltered but continued to taste “I believe it is safe”
Anna leaned forward a little so then she could whisper “this is not some type of punishment for you, is it? Because maybe I could talk to someone for you…”
“Oh no, this is an amazing job, I was so happy when the other taster died…” the taster realised what he said and stopped eating “it should be good” he left the table
Anna watched him leave “thanks..”
“Don’t get use to it” Maria said
“General Kirigan makes sure that we have peasant food to keep us humble” Nadia continued from Marias comment
Ivan stood up and everyone became quiet, he pulled out a large parchment “News from the Fjerdan front, in the First Army, many casualties in the 18th, 27th and 36th battalions” Anna’s interested peaked at the mention of the 36th battalion but decided to stay quiet for now and could ask later “among those dead, six Healers, four Inferni and Three Heartrenders. The Fjerdan’s will be no match against a unified Ravka” his attention then turned to Anna “why are you eating figs? When you should be training every waking moment to tear down the Fold”
Something inside of Anna snapped at what Ivan said and she stood up “don’t blame me, you think I ran from that test? I was locked into a dark room when testers came. You might be taking your anger out at me, but you have no right to! You have no idea what kind of hell I was given on those days!”
In her mind she went back to those days, darker than she let on
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Anna had her back to the door while she was talking with Mal and Alina, it was the first day Grisha testers were coming when Anna was there. Suddenly Ana Kuya walked in, Mal and Alina ran while little 10 year old Anna was grabbed by her hair and dragged up to a room a few stories up. She tried to fight back, but with the tight grip that Ana Kuya had on her hair only made the pain worse. Ana Kuya took out a skeleton key and used it to open a door to a dark room with only one window that was high up enough for Anna to have light, but not see out of.
“Please stop! You are hurting me!!” Anna struggled and then felt the release of her hair, which was then replaced by the sharp sting of her cheek, she had been slapped
“Be quiet you stupid child, you are to stay in here every time Grisha testers come, do you understand? Or the punishment will be much worse than a single slap”
Anna felt tears running down her cheek “I don’t understand” she felt another stinging slap fall upon her other cheek
“You are not to make a sound, girl, understand?” Ana Kuya said harshly
Anna nodded, then sat down on the ground, the room she was in was empty and so the only place she could be was the ground. Ana Kuya left the room and locked the door behind her, after that every time Grisha testers came Anna became scared. She never understood where Ana Kuyas rage came from when the Grisha testers came and it was directed only to Anna. After that day Anna would basically run to the room she had been locked in the first time to make sure Ana Kuya did not become angry. She always thought Ana Kuya was a kind caretaker, for the most part, but that day changed her opinion forever.
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To everyone else in the room it was only a second, but that memory for Anna felt like years. She slowly put her hand up to her cheek remembering the pain of being slapped, but she felt something wet, it was tears. This was the first time she had cried since she got to the Little Palace. Anna took off to her room, she ignored the calls of Marie and Nadia, she just kept running until she got to her room and slammed the door shut and completely broke down. She went to her bed and sobbed into her pillow, Anna pulled her sketchbook out and went to the page of young Kaz. Anna held the sketchbook close as she cried herself to sleep, it was all just too much for her.
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Author Note - Thank you so much everyone for being patient with me while I got this chapter together! I was struggling to write this week but I wanted to fulfill my promise in getting this chapter to you all. I am looking forward to hearing what everyone has to say, reading everyones comments is always so much fun! I don't know if updating chapters will be this long for the rest of this story, but I will try to update a bit more than just once a week.
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WHW Royals Edition 👑 Part 1: Anne, Queen of Great Britain
Born: February 6th, 1665 at St James's Palace, Westminster, Middlesex, England
Died: August 1st, 1714 (age 49) at Kensington Palace, Middlesex
Reign: March 8th, 1702 - August 1st, 1714
I thought I’d give you guys a little intro to Anne, Queen of Great Britain as a start for my series on weirdo royals. I got big into her after seeing the Yorgos Lanthimos film The Favourite (can’t recommend enough) and that resulted in endless hours of internet wormholes about her bizarre and interesting life. I’ve read about a lot of fucked up royals in my life (truly there’s many) but it was only when I was reading about Anne that I kind of had an ‘a-ha’ moment about how really drastically the monarchial system can fuck a person up.
Queen Anne fits this bill for me for a lot of reason; she was a surprise Queen who was woefully underprepared for ruling, which led to people pushing their political agendas on her under the guise of genuine affection. It’s hard to know if the relationships that define her legacy and life in popular culture were genuine, or if they would’ve existed at all had she not been a royal. Her legacy is muddied by the traditional, patriarchal writers of history of course and it sometimes is hard to get a clear picture of who she really was, but here are a few tidbits about her life and rule:
Anne’s signature
1. Queen Anne was born Anne Stuart, daughter of James II and Anne Hyde and raised in the traditional way for aristocratic girls, with an education that emphasized on arts, language, and music. This eventually proved to suck dick for her big time later on in life when she became queen.
Traditionally, girls were purposefully taught nothing useful about politics or history because it was assumed they would never rule (cough) and this left Anne very much lacking in the political discourse department as a monarch; all of her future speeches and even remarks made around political figures would have to be scripted by advisors. If she found herself off script and not knowing what to say, it’s said that she’d sometimes “move only her lips and make as if she said something when in truth no words were uttered.”
2. 8 year old Anne first met friend Sarah Jennings (Churchill) when she was a lady in waiting at just 5 years old. As you’ll see later on, Sarah goes on to be one of the (if not the most) influential person in the Queen’s life, becoming a trusted friend and political advisor.
3. Anne was what we would probably refer to today as a ‘hot mess express’. The poor gal had a myriad of health issues, both mentally and physically, all of which only got worse as she aged. She suffered from gout and an undefined auto-immune disorder (we think) as well as a bizarre eye-watering disorder and poor vision. It’s also pretty evident that she didn’t have the best relationship with alcohol or food and most likely developed a binge eating disorder later in her life (she was very large at the time of her death and there are a few accounts of her eating to the point of puking in front of other people).
4. Besides her relationships with Sarah and Abigail Masham, Queen Anne is also known mostly known for the tragic loss of her 17 pregnancies. Of all her births she had only 5 live babies, only one of which survived beyond infancy. Her son William was also afflicted with various illnesses all of his life and died at the age of 11.
Prince William, Anne’s longest surviving child
5. Anne became queen by accident, after her Catholic father was ousted as king by her protestant brother in-law. He and her sister ruled for a short time before dying of pneumonia and smallpox respectively with no heir in place, so Anne, who supported the protestant reformation, was crowned Queen.
6. Over the years Anne and Sarah Churchill became extremely close friends, and most accounts agree that Sarah had an incredible amount of influence over Anne’s political decisions. Sarah is said to have had a more natural affinity for politics, and to have had a completely opposite disposition than Anne. Some think that Sarah may have maintained the relationship only to keep her political control.
7. A lot of people that believe that Anne and Sarah were so close because they were lovers. The pair at one time wrote each other 4 letters a day, that included things like “I had rather live in a cottage with you than reign empress of the world without you,” “Oh come to me as soon as you can that I may cleave myself to you,” one of Queen Anne’s “I can’t go to bed without seeing you… If you knew in what condition you have made me, I am sure you would pity.” I don’t think I necessarily share that opinion, for reasons you’ll see below.
8. Sarah was the only person under Anne that was allowed to speak to her without using a title. The two often used their nicknames for each other: Mrs. Morley (Anne) and Mrs. Freeman (Sarah).
Sarah Churchill, 1702
9. A lot of scholars disagree with the notion that Anne had any gay affairs with anyone, including Sarah, for a few reasons; first because, at the time, it was just apparently normal to act hella gay with your friends, particularly for royals, so excessive touching or writing wouldn’t have raised any alarms. Most historians attribute this to the extreme separation of the sexes, particularly in upper class households. Most people spent 90% of their time exclusively with people of their own gender, so it was a means to have your emotional needs met within the confines of your station. If an aristocrat started ‘friend flirting’ with you, it was also seen as rude to not reciprocate.
10. A few other reasons Anne was probably not lesbian: she had a pretty good relationship with her husband (Prince George of Denmark), and the 17 pregnancies thing suggests that they weren’t having any problems in the bedroom department. Also, when Anne later became close friends with Sarah’s cousin Abigail, Sarah became jealous and began to spread rumors that the two were gay lovers (more on that below). This rumor probably stuck and carried over into other areas of her life. Or maybe Anne was bi and both things were true, who knows.
Anne circa 1685. All physical descriptions of Anne, especially in her later years, don’t describe her in the most glowing terms, which is insane to think about when I see portraits like this.
11. Anne began to grow distant from Sarah after her husband’s death in 1708, which all sources agree flung the queen into a huge depression. She was said to have sat by and kissed his dead body long after his death. Sarah took a tough love approach to try and snap the queen out of it, which backfired. This was when Anne began to get close to Abigail Masham, which infuriated Sarah.
12. Sarah was so mad at Anne for this that she literally wrote a song about her and Abigail being gay together, printed it out on a pamphlet, and passed it around court Mean Girls-style. The pamphlet read: “When as Queen Anne of great renown / Great Britain’s sceptre swayed / Beside the Church she dearly loved / A dirty chambermaid O Abigail that was her name / She starched and stitched full well / But how she pierced this royal heart / No mortal man can tell However for sweet service done / And causes of great weight / Her royal mistress made her, Oh! / A minister of state Her secretary she was not / Because she could not write / But had the conduct and the care / Of some dark deeds at night.”
13. Besides Sarah, a lot of people took Anne’s relative political ignorance as an invitation to push their own political agendas. It didn’t help that her reign coincided with a rapid development of a 2 party parliamentary system, as the gap between the protestant Whigs and the Catholic Tories began to widen.
14. One of Anne’s crowning political achievements was the 1707 Act of Union uniting England and Scotland under the banner of Great Britain (she had good ideas sometimes, although it’s hard to tell if they came from her or her many influential advisors). Consequently, she was the first ruler to ever rule over united Great Britain.
15. After a series of pretty horrible strokes, poor Anne died at the age of 49 in August of 1714 with no heirs and without reconciling with Sarah Churchill. To her credit, it’s said that despite her failing health she continued to attend cabinet meetings as often as possible until her death. She is buried beside her husband and children in the Henry VII Chapel on the South Aisle of Westminster Abbey.
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