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(jamie blackley, he/him, 30) announcing [ ZÁPOLYA KÁZMÉR ],the [ CROWN PRINCE ] of [ HUNGARY ]. people would describe them as a [ SOLDIER ], maybe that is why they are [  NEUTRAL ] to the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ THE GLINT OF SUN ON STEEL, FOREVER LOOKING OVER ONES SHOULDER, STRANDS OF WHITE FUR ON BLACK SILK ] @royalhqzstart

name: Zápolya Kázmér

birthday: October 30th

age: 30

languages spoken: hungarian, latin, croatian, english

family: father (deceased), mother (deceased), older brother, sister-in-law, younger sister, younger brother, younger sister, nephew

sexual orientation: bisexual

You are not raised for kingship, that honour has always belonged to your elder brother- and he comes into it younger than any of you would have guessed. Any leadership you are taught is that of an army rather than a country. Your childhood is filled with your younger siblings, the nursery filling throughout the years. By the time your parents pass you are second of five. 

From childhood you have been taught that it shall forever be your duty to watch your brother’s back- he will be king- is the king, you will forever stand behind him. Guards will come and go, advisors will retire, but blood and brotherhood shall last both your lifetimes. You are taught to wield a sword, to hold a shield. 

Your uncle runs the kingdom in your brother's name, teaching him to run the country he has already inherited. You are left to the nursery with your younger siblings.

The time comes when you are a man grown yet barely out of boyhood- sent off to fight as so many younger sons are. Heir to nothing, there is a younger brother to replace you in the line of succession if you were to fall. You say goodbye to your siblings, scared it might be the last time you see them.

War is brutal and bloody but unlike many of your men you return home. You walk the halls of your childhood- nothing has changed yet everything has changed. Your siblings have grown, you have grown. You still feel like the same man, standing on the front stoop, staring at your childhood home.

The time comes to leave your home again, to board a boat and cross a channel to an island kingdom. It is for peace, they tell you. As if you entire life has not been in name of finding peace for your country.

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(mecia simson, she/they, 36) announcing [ DAGMAR ROSENKRANTZ ],the [ DOWAGER QUEEN ] of [ DENMARK ]. people would describe them as a [  KING ], maybe that is why they are [ INDIFFERENT ] to the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ THE THUD OF AN ARROW HITTING ITS MARK, A BEDHALF EMPTY, TINY HANDS WRAPPING AROUND A FINGER, DARK HAIR PULLED AWAY FROM THE FACE ]

@royalhqzstart

name: dagmar helene rosenkrantz

age: 36

date of birth: december 18th

languages spoken: danish, german, latin, english, french

family: father, mother, elder brother, younger brother, younger sister, ivarr (husband, deceased), merete (sister in law, deceased), king of denmark (sibling-in-law), vidar (brother in law), tyr (brother in law), roselille (daughter)

sexuality: bisexual

bio: (death tw, grief tw)

you are the second born, a first daughter welcomed to the family- your father already has an heir but girls can be useful. he's a power player at the danish court, with a large estate and deep coffers, always whispering something to the king. it is no wonder when you grow close to the crown prince, he's so close in age to you and your father brings you and your elder brother to court so often.

two younger siblings come along- but they are never your father's shadows as you and your elder brother are. they remain at their family's estates with your mother.

you are raised to excel- your father cannot expect anything less than perfection from his brood of children. you ride horses as fast as any man, shoot as well as a marksman, play chess as well as any politican, speak languages as if they were born on your tongue.

you're bright, you're bold, you are self assured around everyone except your father. he always expects better, greater, perfection.

half of your time is spent at court, the rest in the country. both are your home- but the country allows for a freer life. there are less eyes on you- your father is busy running his estate, your mother is busy with your younger siblings. you are allowed to ride. frequently you join your father as he visits his tenants, collects his taxes and tithings from the people living on his land.

it is hardly surprise when the crown prince is betrothed. it is what future kings do- marry a foreign princess in some search for a dynastic alliance. your stomach turns in knots and you cannot place why. he is your friend, you must be happy for him. the princess- for that is all you have ever called her, never said her name, even if it was branded in your mind, the word sometimes spoken with drips of distain- never makes the travel. something about an increase in the dowry, the other family having no wish to pay such an increase.

the crown prince shall still be free to be your friend. you may dance with him when the music calls for it, you may ride with him in the forests, practice at shooting and swordplay (you tend to win the former, he the latter)- all under watchful eyes of others.

eventually your father speaks to the king. your father has deep pockets- the increase in dowry had been his idea, not that you were privy to the knowledge. he has always had the king's ear, and you will now have the crown prince's hand.

you wed, you attempt to settle into royal life- you have always been in the peripheral, have watched them for your entire life, but now you are one of them.

your husband comes to his throne, a crown placed upon his golden hair. you are there for every step- his queen, his consort, his wife, his closest friend. you settle into your new roles. you were taught histories and politics and languages- your father had made sure you were prepared for this, even if queenship had never truly crossed your mind. you had been educated to survive and thrive at court.

time passes, you settle into these roles. your life is content, you are happy. after years you learn you are expecting a child. your husband is overjoyed- he is to be a father, he is to have an heir.

then he falls ill. you had not expected this- he was still young, he was healthy, in the prime of his life. he passes, his brother takes his throne, and you give birth to a daughter.

your eyes have been since the night they had told you the news, but this is when the tears fall. as you hold your newborn, already half an orphan. you are drowning- but you must learn to swim in this sea, for you have never been allowed to sink before.

you hand your daughter off to a nurse. you must pull the shattered parts of yourself together.

when the time comes to travel to england a piece of you is relieved- you will not have to walk the same halls, sleep in the same bed, eat at the same table as you had with him. his ghost shall not haunt you. you must mend these broken pieces, put together the remnants of yourself.