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[atvrvxia]

luciano ‘luke’ borbón and sierra borbón tag dump !!

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Takes place directly after chapter 5. I had so much fun writing the vologarian royal family dynamic, definitely a very interesting writing process. Much love as always❤️ I hope you enjoy!

"I really do wonder if you'd rather spend your holiday with the Borbóns over your poor old mother" was the sentence that Alix made out as she held her phone against her ear, hands folding her clothes neatly and piling them in her overnight bag.

Alix allowed herself to laugh at her mothers comment, although it was as truthful as anything that had ever come out of her mothers mouth.

If given the choice the vologarian princess wouldn't hesitate to choose the Borbóns over her family. The Borbón's had made her feel more welcomed than her family ever had. Felipe was caring and loving, he was kind and just. Letizia was more motherly than her own mother. In an almost over coddling way. The minute Alix had stepped inside the Spanish royals home Letizia had bear hugged the girl. Alix had gone rigid, she wasn't use to this type of affection.

Excessively given, freely so to speak. Perhaps that was why she was drawn to Leonor. Leonor with her big heart and constant need for skin to skin contact.

Being with the Spanish royals had opened the green eyed girls eyes. She witnessed new concepts, a new way of life. Her family loved her, she knew that. There were hugs and kisses, laughter and joy. But not in the most recent years. Her grandfather King Cyril I passed ten years ago, her father took the throne. And suddenly the pressure was on. Her mother expected more from her children, the futures of the vologarian monarchy.

Alix could just imagine her mother. Sitting in the drawing room, a cup of dangerously scalding tea in hand, blonde honey waves looking effortlessly as she stirred her tea. The spitting image of Peter. It was funny, Alix could remember staring at her mother when she was a child, light green hues taking in every inch of her mothers features. She looked nothing like her. No hint, not one line or slope that was even the tiniest bit familiar. It use to taunt her.

Her friends in her year would ask "why do you look different?" 'You don't look anything like your mother'. Or even her father. Alix with her dark raven hair and pale cheeks, eyes that were woven with choruses of green thread. Her small freckles that littered her cheeks. All of it was so unvologaraian. So in royal that even her own grandmother had been so surprised when she first laid eyes on Alix. "Oh dear Cyril! She doesn't look a thing like you, or Catherine".

Alix could imagine her mothers pensive blonde brows, her perfectly straight teeth set in agitation as she spoke to her. Knowing her mother she always had something up her sleeve, some harsh words just waiting to come out.

"Now mama.. please" Alix spoke, "you know I love our holidays together. I also happen to be a very big Spanish admirer as of late"

She could hear her mothers "mmmph' followed by her notorious "I've noticed".

The words made the green eyed girl halt.

How Alix hated those words. Ever since infancy those words had been engrained inside her mind , replaying over and over again like a broken tape in need of repair. At first it was the little things. Forgetting her bright blue bows that went with her school uniform. The day would pass and right as Alix would sit down for daily supper, fighting Peter for the first serving of bread, amusing the servants no doubt but not her mother. Her mother would only clear her throat, a warning if anything.

She Would look down at her two children, crease those bright yellowed brows and angle her grey blue hues, speak, "children do not scrounge nor fight for food. Sit back both of you".

And both children would sit down, Peter dropping the fresh bread from his ten year old clutches and sitting down, eyes filled with annoyance, not seeming to take the reprimand with much thought.

Alix would sit straight in her chair, check her posture, lay her hands deliberately on her lap and twist her ankles together like a proper good princess.

Then came the words.

"I've noticed you've neglected your bows from your uniform Ali. If this were the first time then I would see fit to not address it but I've been told this has been going on for quite some time. Please see you remember your bows. Forgetfulness and neglect is not a sign of royalty my dear"

"I've just been noticing you've gotten awfully close with that Adelaide Adelstein. Are you sure it's just friendship on your mind?"

“Why don't you dance with Franz Adbrechtz? It will give the papers something to notice other than your clandestine interactions with the young women in the crowds today. My goodness even Peter doesn't get the crowds you do".

"I wish you would stop your fencing! Such an unladylike sport! What if your husband notices when you march out of the nursery to spar?"

Alix could still hear her fourteen year old self, Jade green eyes holding so much confidence and control in them as she had eyed her mother. Jaw set, Peale green eyes looking into her mothers glacial eyes.

"I believe when or if I choose a husband he will allow me the time to fence. Or I should say she will. Goodness imagine not having a wife that would allow me to fence?".

She could still see her mothers eyes. Wide and shocked that Alix would even consider saying such words. Not that her mother held any ill feelings towards others like Alix, it was just "not right for our image dear". For her image she would clarify. For the Monarchies image.

Her mothers voice brought Alix out or her buried thoughts, and the girl spoke again, stuttering as she held her phone to her.

"I'm sorry mama could you repeat that again?"

She was instantly met with her mothers rough vologarian tongue, loud and brash in her ears.

Waking her up from her peaceful spanish atmosphere where the air was warm and Leonor would cuddle her to sleep every night before departing with a soft press of lips to her cheeks.

It was as refreshing as the frozen lake outside the palace that Peter would dare her to dive in as children.

"Konzentriere dich auf Alix! Eine Prinzessin sollte immer konzentriert sein! Meine Güte, ich habe dir mein Herz ausgeschüttet und doch hast du nichts davon gehört!"

'Focus Alix! A princess should always be focused! My goodness I've been pouring out my heart out to you and yet you heard nothing!'

Her mother was usually not one to anger easily, she was a patient and a determined woman. She was clever and well thought. She would rather die than yell at her husband in fact she often gave the king the silent treatment till he would come crawling back, tail between his legs. The queen knew how to move about the board.

Alix halted her movements, her heart beating at her mothers rather loud outburst. She wanted to pry. To ask if she had another row with papa, if she was in a rather foul mood this morning but all that came out was her soft "Es tut mir zutiefst leid, Mama. Ich werde es in Zukunft versuchen" 'Deeply sorry mama. I shall try in the future'

Her mother was silent for some time, and Alix could imagine her mother. Forlorn and lonely in the big old palace. Nothing but the ticking clocks for company. She wondered why her mother had even married her father if she hadn't ever loved him. The true and abiding love that Alix had seen these past weeks with the borbons.

The small acts of compassion. The way Felipe would wait for Letizia, hold his hand out to her and kiss her hands firmly, as if he had never seen anything more beautiful.

Alix was learning a great deal about love. She was learning just how much it invaded her mind. She always served Leonor first, opening doors for her, pulling her chair out, and Leonor's favorite it seemed, sitting on the blondes lap and doing her make up.

That was love. And it hurt.. realizing her family didn't have that love.

"I'm sorry". Her mother was quick to say, her voice somewhat frantic, like she was hiding something.

Her mother always did use to stutter when she was lying. Even now the familiar way her mothers words wrapped around each other, the deceit in plain sight.

It made something fowl arise in Alix's stomach, the uncomfortable sensation of fear and anger swerving in her bowels.

"It's just I've been so lonely around here. I've-I've missed you'.

'She's lying' something in her hinted at.

Alix words were chosen carefully, well crafted. With her brows knitted and tongue between her teeth she spoke, testing her mothers deliberately false statement.

"And how can you be lonely mama when you've got

Peter with you? He's no doubt the caring son you raised".

Her mother struggled to answer, caught in the lie.

The sounds of her mothers stutters made the girls stomach plummet. In an instant the green eyed girl was on her feet, voice alert.

"Mama how can you be lonely if Peters there?".

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She hated the desperation in her voice, the way she felt like a child again begging at her mothers feet for an ounce of affection. Begging for her mothers praise and soft smiles.

"Peter is often away these days. There is nothing here to keep him tethered" was her mothers cryptic message.

Like an enigma hard at work Alix tried to decipher it.

Had Peter not gone home the minute she had asked him too? Had he gone with his friends? Back to the No good group he had been spending time with till Alix had dragged him out by his coat pocket, stating a future king had no business with those vile people of standing.

Her heart thundered in her chest as she really pondered her mothers words. "There is nothing here to keep him tethered". What of duty? What of sacrifice? What of the deep abiding love for one's country, the real personal feelings only an heir could feel for their country?

What of the deep connection between nation and future monarch?

Alix's lips suddenly felt dry, and she could feel again the deep divide between her and her family, wide and deep like the ocean, the waves pulling her farther and farther apart with each wave.

"Has he gone back to his friends mama? You know how strongly I feel about the people he associates with. They bring nothing but shame and superiority that a future king does not need influencing him!

What has papa said? If papa knew-"

Her words were halted by her mothers tired voice, soft and calm, like her mother's determination had fizzled, a dying ember with its hollowed out light.

"He does. Your father. He knows about peter's struggles and his-failings.". The next words made Alix's heart beat slightly faster.

"I'm so glad you never grew out of that fighting phase. such a stubborn little creature you were . When you were born it was a burden. You would cry and cry, would wail for your father. He would pick you up and bounce you on his knee while he wrote letters to the prime minister." A soft chuckle on the other line.

"I remember that fire in your eyes my dear. That determination. It's protected you your whole life and I pray it will not fail now. Not when we need it the most".

Alix was about to ask why, to beg her mother to unveil whatever was causing her to act brash and so unlike her but she was met with resistance. A loud knock fell upon her door and once she gave the go ahead the door opened to reveal St. John, slightly flustered, eyes not meeting the young princess.

"Your royal highness the car is waiting. The king bids you to say goodbye."

The pensive girl nodded her head, waited for the door to close before she spoke again. Trying to use words that would reach her mother. 'You've never been able to reach her, what makes you think this is any different' were her thoughts.

Her head was throbbing, a terrible pain that had been brought on by her mother no doubt, the added stress of monarchal life taking its toll.

She wanted to ask just what was wrong, what was going on between her father and Peter. The heir and king relationship was often kept private, she had no need to know of their conversations. But now, she could feel the impending doom, the uncertainty that loomed in the air.

Clearing her throat Alix spoke, "Mama I must go. I am needed on the plane if I am going to reach Cardif by midnight. Mr Cruesoe stressed upon punctuality and I would hate to disappoint the man".

Her mothers tone was clipped, almost as if she had no emotion left to give. "Yes-yes. Of course. Have a safe flight Ali. We will talk soon".

Alix tried not to scoff at her mothers words, 'soon' what did that really mean? Usually in the context of her mothers words it meant weeks upon weeks. It was usually the princess herself who would have to ring her mother. Her father on the other hand made a point to call almost every day. Wether it was a second he could spare, he made it a point to forge a deep and abiding relationship with his daughter. At least one of her parents did.

Alix didn't even bother saying goodbye. All these emotions tumbled in her chest. Words and thoughts she would never utter. Uncertainty because of Peter's rash behavior, responsibility to her parents to be the better example, because according to her parents "Peter looks up to you dear". How hilarious that was, the younger sibling taking the reins.

Usually Alix wasn't bothered with that fact. It had been the way since infancy. Alix would try new things, Peter would follow. Alix would follow out the car first and greet the guests, Peter would follow.

Now it seemed to bite and scratch. It angered the girl beyond belief. Peter was growing up now and he could no longer use her. No longer prattle behind her like a lost puppy.

"Wow.. your room looks different when it's packed" was the soft words of the girl by the door.

Alix turned, expecting to see Leonor but was met by hazel eyes and a kind smile. After a month of staying with the Spanish royals it was true. Alix's books had been packed and her things taken out. The Spanish royals had done their usual outings, dinner at a restraunt and an outing to the cinema. Leonor had begged her father to let Alix come, but there was some things that couldn't be changed. Not even by the king himself. Felipe had been gracious about it, he had even sent out his personal advisor for some books in German for Alix to read while they were gone. He even had let Alix take Jan on his evening walk on the palace grounds. It was almost addicting how the Spaniards lived. Everything was calm and peaceful. Quiet. Everything was quiet.

"I've gotten quite use to the Spanish way of life. It will be hard getting back to my life. The life of a vologarian" Alix spoke as she hoisted her bags over her shoulder. Being vologarian was a privilege but it was also a stoic way of life. Vologarian's were known for their honest blunt behavior, and their stoic attitudes.

Sofia rolled her eyes as a bag fell, moving to help the girl as they both walked out side by side and out onto the driveway of the Prince's pavilion.

Sofia laughed, "you were only here for a month! I hardly think that qualifies you as a Spaniard Ali".

At the nickname Alix smiled, her dimples showing as she did. "I want to thank you and your family for all that you have done for me. My family holidays are often...cut short. They seem far gone now. it's been such a long while since my parents and Peter did a holiday like this"

Sofia quirked her brows, helping Alix put her baggage in the vologarian royal car, which was a brand that Sofa had never heard of before.

"Didn't you stay in skatchen over summer holiday?"

Alix scoffed, her words turning sour. "Oh yes. My mother stayed for a day and left for Paris.

Apparently there was a engagement she forgot she had booked on her agenda. My father stayed as long as he could, but that was only a week and Peter.. Peter's been difficult lately. So you can indeed see why I valued my time here with you. . Your family has been nothing but kind. I wish I could repay you".

Sofia's lips lifted into her infamous smirk, "oh trust me after having you here for a month Leonor is one minute away from pulling you out of the car and hiding you in her cupboard"

At that remark Alix couldn't help but chuckle. While it was true that the eldest Borbón wasn't quite happy that Alix was leaving, "leaving her" in her words exactly. once the words had been said Leonor had put on her brave face and accepted the truth.

They would see each other in just two short weeks.

"Leaving me in the wind are you?" At the all too familiar voice Alix turned, finding Leonor with her soft smile and pouty eyes.

Sofia only shook her head, "I'll give you two love birds some privacy."

Once Sofia had made her way inside Leonor moved to wrap her arms around the green eyed girl from behind. Strong lithe arms woven tightly around the green eyed girl.

Leonor's soft breathe tickled her ear.

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"I'll only be gone a short while. Nothing to get upset about Nor" Alix spoke, moving out of the girls grip to brush some baby hairs out of Leonor's eyes, the soft strands feeling like silk underneath her fingertips.

The blonde chuckled, eyes moving down to Alix fingers which were woven with hers.

A deep expression pulled over Leonor's features. Her eyes holding so much thought in them.

"I understand we all have roles to play. I have mine.

Since infancy. You have yours." At this Leonor's eyes peered into Alix's.

"But I've never felt this way before. I've never loved anyone as I have you. Is it bad to want to feel selfish?

Even just for a second? Is it bad that I want to pluck you away from your family and give you a home with me? One where you won't have to go days on end without company other than servants? Without people to care for you? Is it bad that I want you near me every second?"

Leonor was close now, deep grey eyes watching Alix through her golden lashes, bodies suddenly pressed close together. Eyes trailing down to eye Alix's lips, not even bothering to hide the hooded way her eyes drunk her in.

The way Leonor had spoke, the yearning to have Alix near. It made her stomach flutter and her cheeks blush. It made her heart race. "careful now Leonor.

If you make that ask again I might actually take it as a proposal" came the almost shy yet confident voice of the volograd princess.

The words seemed to go out of one ear and into the other. Leonor's blue fractal hues still remained devoted to Alix's eyes, her soft green hues that were full of life and beauty. Leonor without thought moved to trace her soft fingers over Alix's cheeks, feeling the way the girls jawline felt against her fingers. Over her jaw and down to her neck, and Leonor didn't miss the way Alix's eyes fluttered and closed. Leaning into the girl's soft touch. So trusting and safe.

It was then that St. John came strutting round the car, ear piece in and looking very bit the loyal guard she had known since childhood.

Leonor pulled away her fingers, body still pressed against the girl, hands still clinging to the girls fingers, eyes almost looking scowl full at St. John, as if he had any control over her schedule. It was almost cute at how much Leonor pouted, how she clung to Alix, hands over her waist to pull her closer, yet so sweet and gentle.

St. John, ever the loyal man simply bowed politely to Leonor, "your royal highness". Before turning to Alix, not missing the way Leonor seemed to nuzzle closer, almost as if she was dreading the words, dreading when they would have to finally part.

"King Cyril has asked that we delay the trip to cardif.

It's urgent and Mr Cruesoe has already been notified. Your father is expecting you soon. We must depart"

Confusion settled in the pit of Alix's stomach. Her father wanted her home. For what? Her father almost never required a private audience?

It was only Leonor's soft determined voice that halted the chaos in her chest, "I'm sure it's nothing"

Saying goodbye to Leonor wasn't easy, she clung tight and hard. She dug her body close and seemed to hold on for far too long. She kissed her cheeks, her forehead, acting like a petulant child who was about to lose her favorite toy. It was almost amusing how different Leonor seemed when it came to her.

If Alix had her pick she would stay by Leonor's side.

Do anything the girl asked of her. How could that happen? That suddenly this person felt more like home than her own country? Her own family?

Letting go, leonor moved without warning, tugging Alix by her cheeks and pressing her lips against hers in a soft yet haste kiss, lithe fingers moving to graze the baby hairs of Alix's neck.

It made Alix dizzy and blood rise to her pale cheeks.

It made her knees weak and her fingers move to cup the girls jaw.

It was only till a soft clearing of the throat was heard and both girls flew off each other, Sofia stood behind them, hazel eyes only rolling her eyes in jest.

Amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Well looks like I cannot leave you two alone anymore" she joked.

Leonor shook her head, her eyes looking dazed and sheepish at being caught by her younger sister.

Alix eyed her watch on her wrist, "it's about that time. Father will be in an ill temper if I do not get there on time. Sofia, wonderful to have spent some time with you. Perhaps we can play a match of football...one where I win preferably" the joke seemed to make the infanta laugh because she pulled Alix into a hug, short and sweet.

“I believe that can be arranged. Although I don't believe I'll let you win"

Alix only swatted Sofia's shoulder, laughing when the girl playfully pushed her off.

Queen Letizia was next, taking the girl into a soft hug. The sort of motherly affection that Alix hadn't felt in years. It was comforting and seemed to quell most of her nerves.

"We were overjoyed to have you with us Alix. We hope we will have many coming years with you"

Alix smiled at that, blushing at the implication yet bowing her head in respect.

"I as well your majesty".

Felipe was the last to say goodbye, his tall stature loomed over hers, but his face was warm and held so much softness. His eyes were analytical as he peered at the girl, almost knowingly.

"If you ever need anything my dear, remember my door is always open."

Alix could feel the words hit her, and she smiled, gratitude in her words. "I cannot begin to thank you your majesty for your kindness and hospitality. I shall bear that in mind sir"

Turning Alix was met with the sight of Leonor. Her eyes were glossy yet she held a stoic face. Her small smile was enough to convince the green eyed girl that was separation was going to be equally felt between them both.

Alix's touch was soft as she clung to Leonor's fingers, brushing them with her fingers before bringing them to her lips.

"I shall see you in two weeks meine Leibe"

Leonor's cheeks blushed at the nickname and she smiled, bringing Alix into one final embrace.

Just the feel of Leonor's arms around her was enough to calm Alix's racing heart.

"Hurry back" the blonde uttered.

"You won't even notice me gone" were the words Alix spoke before she made her way into the car, waving one last time at the family who had won her heart.

As soon as the car door shut Alix could feel the atmosphere change. The way her eyes changed from those soft green hues to cold almost stoic eyes. Her posture changing and her hands on her lap.

"We should be reaching Volograd in four short hours your royal highness" St. John spoke as he sat across from the girl.

Four short hours. So much time. and yet so little.

❤️-🇪🇸

AAAAAH OMGGG THIS IS SO GOOD!!!

Like I literally feel for Alix. Having a familial environment just right out of her reach 😭

Thank you really for this amazing work and SORRY that this took SO long to answer!!

[ao3feedmarcoreus]

Destinados

by Amai_Pam

Al cumplir su mayoría de edad, Gavi conoce al goleador recién incorporado al club Barcelona y gracias a su torpeza tienen un encuentro algo vergonzoso pero logrando estrechar cada vez más sus lazos de afecto, siendo ayudados desde la heredera al trono Español hasta la ex esposa del delantero polaco.

Words: 2486, Chapters: 4/22, Language: Español

Fandoms: Men's Football RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Robert Lewandowski, Pablo Martín Páez Gavira, Pedro González López, Anna Stachurska, Leonor de Borbón y Ortiz, Klara Lewandowska, Laura Lewandowska, Frenkie de Jong, Lionel Messi, Marco Reus

Relationships: Robert Lewandowski/Pablo Martín Páez Gavira, Pedro González López/Frenkie de Jong

Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Soulmates, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Age Difference, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Gavi Omega, Lewandowski alfa, Pedro alfa, FC Barcelona, Mundial Qatar, mechoa - relacion, Mpreg

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[felipeandletizia]

October 15, 2006: Prince Felipe penned a letter in a special report by El Pais about the 25th anniversary of the Prince of Asturias Awards. The prince also posed for exclusive photographs with Princess Letizia at their home in La Zarzuela.

"Our heritage are the winners"

FELIPE DE BORBÓN Y GRECIA 15 OCT 2006

I cordially thank the newspaper El País for the happy initiative of dedicating this extraordinary supplement to the 25th Anniversary of the "Prince of Asturias Awards" and for allowing me to address its readers.

In doing so, I would first of all like to express my deep gratitude to all those who have made it possible for the "Prince of Asturias Awards" to have constituted a fruitful reality from the beginning, like the one we contemplate twenty-five years later. I extend my greatest thanks to the directors and those who are or have been part of the Prince of Asturias Foundation team, to the Board Members, Protective Members, the Juries, the Foundation staff, the media and all have contributed, directly or indirectly, to achieve the results achieved.

They have sought the triumph of the permanent over the ephemeral, so that they always feel accompanied, not only by those who struggle to improve themselves in scientific and technical research, art, the humanities, sport, but also those who promote solidarity. , communication and harmony, as carriers of the values ​​on which coexistence is based. They have proposed, at the same time, that in the winners we can recognize the countless citizens who, oblivious to the flash of lights, make our world grow with their daily and silent efforts, assuming responsibilities and fanning illusions.

The Awardees represent in some way all of them and, on many occasions, also those beyond our borders who lack their own voice. This is how Claudio Magris expressed it when, upon receiving his award, he noted: "I should share this Award with all the co-authors of what I have written, men and women who have shared my existence and are part of me."

In short, the most valuable fruit of the Prince of Asturias Foundation, our greatest asset, are our Awardees. It would be impossible to highlight their detailed merits now, but I do want to highlight the close relationship and deep admiration that bind us to them, as well as the generosity with which they respond to our call. And with them we want to continue this exciting task. Because from them and with them we extract the reason for our activity; and with his work we transmit our message to humanity.

Throughout these twenty-five years, I have been personally committed to the broad activity of the Foundation, reflected in calls for conferences and scientific meetings, in promoting its musical area, in holding conferences of particular interest and in many other initiatives. that show their dynamism throughout the year and that find their maximum expression in the selection of the annual Awards by prestigious independent juries. My appreciation, bonding and commitment increased as my age assumed and understood better the importance of their work; while learning from the Award Winners lessons for life and for my work. I have also been able to verify with great satisfaction that, at the Prince of Asturias Foundation, a relevant element of the great cultural heritage of Spain and its international projection is recognized. Two aspects that clearly express the growth of its social support, its maturity and its roots and its prestige.

The birth and significant development of the Foundation were encouraged by the dynamics of modernization, stability and unprecedented progress that the framework of coexistence in democracy and freedom ensured in Spain has provided us.

The permanent impulse of the authorities of the Principality of Asturias stands out, as well as the help of the General State Administration, the Employers and other entities of civil society that thus interpret the feelings of a large majority of our citizens.

Asturias, as we well know, has managed to make its rich history an engine of modernity; of its culture, its landscape, its sports and its gastronomy, a reason of legitimate pride for all Spaniards; and their hospitality, the foundation of their relationship with others, which leaves a permanent mark of affection and gratitude. A whole set of qualities that mark the work of the Foundation and the Awards Ceremony in Oviedo. To Asturias and to all Asturians I address my affection and gratitude.

In the Awards, in all the awards, many personal experiences are also mixed, also some of my own, since that September 24, 1980 when, as Heir to the Crown, I attended in Oviedo the constitution of the Prince of Asturias Foundation, accompanied by the Kings. An Act in which I began to understand to what extent the Crown promotes the desires, hopes and efforts of those who struggle to achieve a finished and well-done work, which serves as a reference for all of us. Today I can only ratify those first perceptions, which lead me to once again express my homage of respect and affection to His Majesty the King, for his teaching, his drive and his determined will to make personal and collective merit a determining factor of progress of Spain.

Undoubtedly, among the many moments with its own relief, experienced on the occasion of the awards ceremony, the 2004 ceremony stands out, in which the Princess of Asturias accompanied me for the first time, united with me since our marriage in the hopeful eagerness to serve Spain. I retain with special emotion and gratitude the warm applause with which the attendees wanted to receive the Princess in her Asturian land.

I have preferred to leave for this moment a memory that readers will undoubtedly recognize. Among the constant and important endorsements that the Awards have, highlights that of S. M. la Reina, who has had the kind attention of attending each year the well-known Ceremony at the Campoamor Theater. I wish to direct you from these pages all my gratitude, which is added to that of all those who have collaborated in making such a fertile initiative a reality.

The ultimate core of the spirit of the Foundation and the Prince of Asturias Awards is for me, necessarily, of service. Of service to Spain, the Spaniards and our presence in the world.

José Hierro stated in his speech at the reception of the Award that "after thanking the Jury, the Foundation and the men of a land that make a beautiful cultural adventure possible, it becomes necessary to thank the air. The air, separating us already from the slippery terrain of metaphor and allegories, it is called freedom, the precious freedom of our classic: the air that all of us who create have to breathe ".

Create, improve, promote harmony, foster solidarity and the spirit of service. And all this in freedom. Thus I can define, in short, these first 25 years of existence of the Prince of Asturias Awards. That is also the substrate of the illusion with which we approach its present and face its future.

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is that PRINCESS GISELLE MARGARETTA CORDELIA OF SPAIN? they really look like SELENA GOMEZ, don’t they? the MOSAIC is TWENTY and are a PHILANTHROPIST & CROWN PRINCESS. i hear they’re COMPASSIONATE & STOIC! her little bit of paradise is on the WEST coast. we should ask them who they think murdered millicent moore? at the very least, tell them to lock their doors.

her name is giselle, or really her royal highness doña giselle margaretta cordelia de todos los santos de borbón y rossi, princess of asturias, princess of girona, princess of viana, duchess of montblanc, countess of cervera, and lady of balaguer. really, just call her giselle.

she gained said mouthful of name when her grandfather was assassinated in the car she was in. he died in front of her. from that moment on, she has struggled with a stammer and has horrible ptsd triggered with loud noises and shocking situations. her stammer worsens in times of stress. she also has a very large number of security staff. what is privacy? she doesn’t know.

she was also gifted the collar of the order of the golden fleece for her birthday this year from her father, naming her as heir presumptive to the throne.

she is the only child of king alfredo i & his wife queen concetta who was an italian fashion designer before she married alfredo. she worked in dior’s fashion house in new york and met alfredo after designing a dress for the his mother. { the king is not giselle’s biological father, but he has claimed her and no one has any reason to question him. the queen was sexually assaulted in the early days of their marriage by an abusive ex boyfriend. she got free of him by stabbing him in the carotid artery with a pair of sewing shears. he bled out blocks away after fleeing. the king and queen are the only two people who know of this, and it will follow them to the grave. giselle will never know and neither will the world. }

in spite of this, giselle is the apple of her father’s eye. he fell in love with her at first sight. her mother’s image, she was heavensent to a man who was, in fact, sterile.

he and her mother nurtured her love for books, knowledge, map making, musical composition, and cello, and raised her to be a dynamic creature who cares about her family and country above all things.

she recently graduated from yale’s distance program with a dual degree in political science and musical composition as she is a world renowned composer in her own right, writing countless film scores, suites for charity, and a musical autobiography that is her thesis. 

giselle runs five charities. four of which are not linked to her royal title. the first is FEED, an art gallery who’s admissions are driven by nonperishable food items. the second is minuets for miniatures which provides instruments and lessons for children who can’t afford them, and the third is j&g foundation which is a charity that adapts to more serious issues of the day in community based leadership. it allows giselle and her new husband to tackle the serious issues of the day. these have branches in nyc and madrid with others opening soon in los angeles. 

she is hounded by press and paparazzi at all hours, and the fame of the spanish royal family exceeds that of eve the british royals in this verse. she has been dubbed the queen of instagram, with the largest amounts of followers on the site. privacy, with the shroud of constant security, is nonexistent.

an addition of a fairytale love story only forced more attention upon them, this caused jacob and giselle to retreat to rockwell cove in frequent visits. they’d been told about by friends in high places, renting out a room in the hotel di paris. these visits only increased when giselle was shot last october. a love sick stalker aimed for jacob. giselle saw the gun. pushed him out of the way. took a bullet to the chest,

the heat, warmer even than spain’s summer in the winter months, was good for her recovery, and before jacob proposed, his parents were already planning a wedding gift. they’d have prefered something modes. three or four bedrooms. the illusion of quaint, but their plans were anything but. a tiny castle will greet them on their return from their honey, two weeks of hands on charity work in africa. the first since giselle has been well enough. they’ve yet to hear of the murder.

[felipeandletizia]

An excerpt of this was published here in June, now we have the full version.

Leonor de Borbón: this is the future Queen of Spain

She reads Stevenson and Carroll, likes Kurosawa movies, speaks English and has a dog named Sara.

Leonor de Borbón Ortiz didn’t exist 35 years ago when TIEMPO magazine arrived to the stands in 1982, there was no sign of her, not even in planning. 35 years ago the picture of the Spanish Royal Family was a bit like today. Felipe was 14 years old, was blonde and delivered the Prince of Asturias Awards in Oviedo to Miguel Delibes. The year before, on October 3rd, 1981, he gave his first speech in public and said that the delivery of these prizes was a symbol of hope for the future.

Nowadays the King is almost 50 years old, surrounded by his own praetorian guard: three women, three who second him in the family and the institutional environment. His wife, Queen Letizia, and his two daughters Leonor and Sofia. The eldest is the first in the line of succession. That’s why she’s the one that povokes more curiosity in a society that wants to know everything of everybody, in a world where information has spread and circulates with great speed and, sometimes, with dubious reasons for rigor and responsibility.  

That’s why her parents look for balance, in making sure the girls have a quiet childhood, what often clashes with the permanent and insatiable requirements of the media that’s eager to report even the smallest detail about the life of Leonor and Sofía.  

Leonor is what she seems: quiet, serene and observant. On October 31 she’ll turn 12. This year she finishes junior high school and enters her teenage years hand in hand with her parents who, since always, have given her a sense of normalcy to the unique condition of being born Infanta of Spain and to be endorsed by the Constitution to, some day, become the Chief of State.

She is a good student, but she stands out for her impeccable and strict sense of responsibility, a virtue that she sometimes prioritizes giving up games and leisure to keep her homework up to date. She does not fail in her family or educational obligations.

Everyone is interested in knowing exactly what her daily routine is like, what she feels, what she thinks, how she's being brought up, what does she read or how often she see her grandparents and other relatives each week. For her intimate family environment, the disclosure of such details is irrelevant and can even be morbid because they represent a touch in the private life of a girl who, like all 11-year-olds in this country, awakens to life with joy and energy.

We have seen her formal and smiling in a good handful of institutional acts with her parents and sister. She has fun like girls her own age: with her own family, sharing readings, games and movies; And, of course, with her friends, whether in the house of La Zarzuela or in their homes, within the most natural naturalness, confidence and simplicity, without any kind of hearsay or ostentation. Her parents make sure the movies and books reinforce her educational background: a film can sow evocative and powerful images that sometimes help characterize the character more effectively than the lessons of an electronic whiteboard. The cinematographic works of Japanese animation director Hayao Miyazaki (Chihiro's Journey) or Akira Kurosawa's beautiful Dersu Uzala, a clean example of the value of friendship and nature, are delicate pieces of the most select creation that, according to her mother, who has confessed this in some corridor, endow of values ​​the minds in formation of any child of that age.

The public comments of the King and Queen always go in the same direction: formal and conventional education is necessary, but access to a wider and deeper knowledge goes beyond these frontiers. Therefore, and they say it without restriction, they extend the obligatory readings of the school with works of authors like Roald Dahl; James M. Barrie, father of the character Peter Pan; Lewis Carroll, author of Alice in Wonderland; J. R. R. Tolkien and his novels as The Lord of the Rings; Charles Dickens, the great storyteller; Or Robert Louis Stevenson and his Treasure Island. And it is also age to begin slowly to dive into nineteenth-century American writers, such as Nathaniel Hawthorne and Edgar Allan Poe, or in the Czech of the 20th century, Frank Kafka.

Alternative theater

Leonor and Sofia have been seen with their mother in the Film Archive of Madrid to attend the screening of The Wizard of Oz, by Victor Fleming. And in the documentaries of European animation of the cinemas Verdi. And in alternative theaters like the Fourth wall rooms or Jacob's staircase. Does this give an idea of ​​the scope of an open education, with the convenient doses of conventionalism and uniqueness that the two girls receive?

The goal is to be anchored with love and passion to their country, Spain, and put the focus of their vision very high, without obstacles, without any restrictions. This is the guide that underlies the educational intentions of their parents, concerned above all with their well-being, the formation of their values ​​formation and a deep understanding of the board and the reality that has come to live without distortion or censorship.

Leonor, as well as Sofia, studies several languages. She speaks, reads and understands English perfectly. She's starting Chinese and has knowledge of other languages ​​of the State. She receives music lessons, is attracted to skiing, she practices ballet and easily handles the basic principles of robotics and programming. She likes animals and has a Labrador dog called Sara.

In her face there's the sweetness of a girl with an innate attraction for reflection and who takes her time even for the most ordinary task. They say that this temperance that comes out in her slow way of speaking, in her tone of voice and in her movements are inherited from her father, a moderate and prudent man. And it is Sofia that has inherited the liveliness and dynamism of her mother.

Anyway, we've known Leonor since she was seven days old and we see her now, almost 12 years later, as a cheerful and calm girl who is observed with excessive detail and thoroughness. She is the girl to whom, probably, the story reserves the place of Head of the Spanish State at some point in the second half of the twenty-first century. She is already beginning to be aware of the responsibility she can assume in the future and also knows that exemplarity must and should be the root of all virtues. Source

[princess-giselle-margaretta]

hello all. i’m angelina. i’m nineteen years old & currently studying english writing and art history, and this is my intro post. here’s what you need to know about this here cinnamon roll who could kill you (okay, her bodyguards would do it. but still);

her name is giselle, or really her royal highness doña giselle margaretta cordelia de todos los santos de borbón y rossi, princess of asturias, princess of girona, princess of viana, duchess of montblanc, countess of cervera, and lady of balaguer. really, just call her giselle.

she gained said mouthful of name when her grandfather was assassinated in the car she was in. he died in front of her. from that moment on, she has struggled with a stammer and has horrible ptsd triggered with loud noises and shocking situations. her stammer worsens in times of stress. she also has a very large number of security staff and is hounded by paparazzi. what is privacy? she doesn’t know.

she was also gifted the collar of the order of the golden fleece for her birthday this year from her father, naming her as heir presumptive to the throne.

she is the only child of king alfredo i & his wife queen concetta who was an italian fashion designer before she married alfredo. she worked in dior’s fashion house in new york and met alfredo after designing a dress for the his mother. { the king is not giselle’s biological father, but he has claimed her and no one has any reason to question him. the queen was sexually assaulted in the early days of their marriage by an abusive ex boyfriend. she got free of him by stabbing him in the carotid artery with a pair of sewing shears. he bled out blocks away after fleeing. the king and queen are the only two people who know of this, and it will follow them to the grave. giselle will never know and neither will the world. }

in spite of this, giselle is the apple of her father’s eye. he fell in love with her at first sight. her mother’s image, she was heavensent to a man who was, in fact, sterile. 

he and her mother nurtured her love for books, knowledge, map making, musical composition, and cello, and raised her to be a dynamic creature who cares about her family and country above all things.

she’s currently getting a dual degree in political science and musical composition at yale in their distance program.

did i mention that giselle really likes books? she has at least one with her at all times. she has to be careful about which she carries with her in public though. one time, she was reading the biography of karl marx and newspapers published that spain in her reign would be encouraged to convert to marxism. 

she was very disturbed by this.

she actually uses her own twitter and instagram, you guys. sometimes she posts about stuff that is not about charity work, or books, or her golden retriever. sometimes.

she has the most followers on the site. this reflects her status and fame as she is beloved by her nation and the world.

giselle, the girl, is even tempered, and fair and wants to good with the place in the world she’s been given. 

she is a bit of a homebody and likes to go to parties on occasion but she’s always sober when she does. she’s a dance machine, but she’ll still have a book.

she’ll chose the book over the party 99% of the time though.

she’ll flirt with anything that is male and is cute and isn’t impartial to fooling around sometimes. she now has a very adorable boyfriend named jacob who she cares for a lot.

she’ll still chose the book over the boys 99% of the time though. { unless you’re a boy who likes books. then goodbye pants!! }

she’s very aware that she has to provide an heir for spain but is attempting to venture out on her own for a bit. 

i think that’s it for now, i think. i’m so excited to be here.