#Earl of Greed

[wondyvillains]

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

upon his grace 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power dynamics, cheating, bullying, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are called to court after the end of the civil war, but find yourself facing many challenges, expected and not. (fantasy medieval au)

Characters: king!Steve Rogers

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The gardens of Astra Castle are unlike any you’ve seen before. Certainly, you’ve never been to a royal castle previously. Your father’s own hold is modest, still bearing the wooden foundation, whereas the rich lords have poured mortar and built in stone. 

So, it is a great honour to be among the noble women chosen to serve the queen. Most unexpected. As a daughter of a lower house, it is rather unusual, but it comes with the newly set writ tabled at the end of the uprising. That is how your father tells it anyhow. 

King Steven is as newly crowned as he is newlywed. After a lengthy revolt against the previous king, the land has settled, and upon his victory, the new ruler promises the expansion of prosperity to all. The very precedence of his war rested on the greed of the former court and its covetous lords. 

To those who took up his mantle, he has made good his word. To the commoners, he has sent bread and ale, livestock and alms; to the nobles, he has granted titles and lands. You were of the same doubt as your father, however, you expected to be forgotten in the disarray. 

Yet, you were not. You’re there with several other ladies. A set of blond twins borne of a duke and duchess, the sole heir of a widowed countess, and several earl’s daughters such as yourself. Unlike them, you do not wear satin or silk, not muslin either. You have only the dyed linen your mother attempted to enhance with some embroidery around the cuffs and collar. 

“Marcia and Marigold,” the twins introduce themselves as you cluster together in the gardens, grooms and servants bustling around carriages and chests. “Lady Calliope,” they call out the countess’ daughter, “we met prior, yes? Your mother is near Estrela.” 

“She is,” Calliope answers in her stern manner, herself seeming a widow in her black dress. The shimmery fabric makes up for its single tone. 

“Ameri, Dorida, and... Selene,” they point to the other girls, themselves clothed in scarlet, rose, and azure respectively. “We know the earls, your fathers. They gathered at our father’s hold for the battle near Caffre.” 

The twins take turns speak so that sometimes you cannot track whose lips are moving. It is even that they trade off in the middle of sentences. You find yourself almost as lost by their words as your new surroundings. 

“And you...” The twins turn their jade eyes upon you. It is there you have found the only difference in them; they have the same heights, the same hair, the same gowns even, but there is a sliver of grey through Marcia’s green iris. “We haven’t figured who you are.” 

“My father is an earl. In Woodsdam.” 

“Woodsdam,” they echo in unison and share a look. They are perplexed. 

“A minor house,” Calliope provides. “a farmer more than a noble, if I’m not mistaken.” 

“We have vast lands and we tend to them, yes,” you assure. You expect their condescension. Your father warned you for it but he bid that you keep your chin up. The king has given him a mission of his own and so you will represent the family for the time. “We keep our people well and we fed the king’s troops when they marched." 

“Mm, sounds very... common,” Marigold grins and her sister snorts into her hand. 

“We know many lords like us, yes. They work hard amidst their vassals. It keeps the lands strong so that we may better serve the crown,” you return evenly.  

Your mother helped you prepare. She coached you to keep your manners and your spine. The latter is much more difficult as you face these ladies and their bobbles with only a ribbon in your hair and a pair of patched gloves. 

“Woodsdam? I think I rode through it once on the way to my grandfather’s summer castle,” Ameri tuts, “it was little more than a swamp.” 

“It must’ve been the spring rains, perhaps, lady,” you offer. 

“Summer house,” she enunciates, “one travels there in the summer.” 

Your cheek twitches at her barbed retort. Very well. You are not used to their sharpness. Their chittering has thus far centered on gossip and the cost of their new caps. 

“A wonder the pauper’s daughter received an invite. Are you certain you can read, lady?” Dorida snipes and looks to the twins for approval. You notice how they all tend to do so. 

“It was sent to my father, Lord Eldon,” your voice quavers. You are not so strong as your mother bid you to be.  

They cackle at your meek response, “the precious maiden of Woodsdam.” 

You put your head down as the activity all around threatens to swallow you up. You wish the ground would rent and you would fall right through. All your excitement has dissipated to a sludge in your veins. You touch your cheek as you try not to show your embarrassment. 

“The Lord of Woodsdam,” a deep voice startles you as boots approach from behind, “is that what I heard?” 

You stiffen up as the ladies before you hush and blink, almost in tandem. They curtsey as their faces wash over in shock and you turn to face the newcomer. A man in a deep blue vest over black sleeves and grey breeches. He wears belt of gold and a circlet across his brow in a similar hue. It is that which betrays his statues. 

You lower your eyes and mimic the other women, mortified to be faced with new king so informally. You would not think him wandering out in the yard. Still, he has vowed to be unlike the former leige. That he would be of the people. 

“King Steven, your majesty,” the others titter in a messy chant and you murmur your own propriety as you back away. You find yourself still to the shoulder of the king as the other ladies give no room for you to join. 

The vision of him stains your mind. He is tall, with dark blond tresses that extend past his neck, and blue eyes which put his own attire to shame. He has a jaw which looks etched in stone and a bearing which matches his rank. He is tall and broad and a finely built knight. 

“It is an honour,” Marcia says most boldly. 

“You may rise,” he allows in a breezy timbre. “I did hear my wife would receive new ladies. Young ladies.” 

“Your majesty,” the murmur rolls across each lip. 

“It is much needed. We have so many established ladies at court and yet we need to think of the future. Of the next generation,” he declares as he emphasizes his words with his large hand. You watch his garnet ring to keep from so brazenly looking him in the face. 

“Certainly, your majesty,” Marcia and Marigold chime in unision. 

“And don’t worry for there are many young lords as well,” the king laughs galely at the quip which makes the ladies, yourself included, blush. “Ah, then, Woodsdam I believe we were speaking of...” 

You blink and glance at the other ladies. They are cowed, unsure if they were overheard in their derision. You hope as much as they that they were not. It is rather unflattering. 

“My father, Lord Eldon,” you explain, “your majesty.” 

“You? You are the young lady of Woodsdam I heard so much of.” 

“You did? Er, your majesty,” you curtsey apologetically; unnecessarily. 

“Certainly, I did. Your father was a great assistance in me holding counsel with the lower lords. He is very patient. “When not about his duty, he spoke of you oft. Though what matters are more important than family?” 

“Yes, your majesty,” you can’t help a smile, “my father is a very kind man.” 

“Kind and courageous. I’m certain you’ve inherited as much,” the king praises, “and these other ladies. The twins who belong to Mawsley, the Countess of Clovers daughter, and the three earls daughters from the White Plains.” 

The ladies each bow their heads as he proclaims them by their forebearers’ titles. You watch from aside, feeling even more out-of-place. The king recites them all proudly as he extends a finger for each. 

“Allow me myself to extend a welcome to Astra. When you are sorted, my wife shall receive you all and have you acquainted with the grounds. I hope you enjoy them, we’ve had the gardeners at work day and night,” he pronounces, “for now, I must be off, for a king has many obligations and not so much time.” 

He bows and turns on his heel, marching off with his shoulder straight and head high. He walks as a soldier does, not some lord. You’ve seen the difference before, more recently in the aftermath of battle. A soldier is more akin to a farmer, much as your father, whereas a Lord tends to keep his steps tight. 

“Wow, oh my,” Dorida fans herself, “he is rather handsome.” 

“Oh yes,” Marcia and Marigold say, the latter forging ahead, “we met him at our father’s castle. He is ever so charming.” 

“Hm, and the queen would love to hear it, I’m certain,” Calliope intones brusquely. 

“The queen is not here,” Ameri sneers, “so what does it matter? Besides, is it so wrong to state a truth?” 

“He is very elegant,” Selene agrees. 

“Much too kind, as well,” Marigold snips, “Woodsdam? He speaks as if it more than some paltry farmhouse.” 

“You’d never even heard of it,” Calliope remarks. 

“And how had you, hm? You seem the bookish type. Perhaps you should leave the maps to the men. What good will a river or road do for a widow’s welp?” 

“Needn’t be cruel,” Calliope rebuffs. 

“Pity if this is the lot they send,” Marcia shakes her head as the sisters share another cryptic look. 

You keep to yourself. That is all you can do. It is better to watch and learn than to leap and land wherever you might. Your mother always said so and she was your best teacher. 

“Right, there must be some maid who might show us to our rooms,” Marigold stands on her toes and waves at each passing servant. “I tire of the sunlight and boorish company.” 

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You have two trunks awaiting you in your chambers. Not as the other ladies who had at least a dozen each. Less humble than your lunger are the rooms themselves.

There is an antechamber hung with tapestries showing wildlife and flora, a table set for two and cushioned bench by the window. The bedroom is draped in similar hangings with a four-post bed and a grand hearth. A desk, another bench, a woven carpet, and fine accouterments on square tables. And a closet for the commode as well and a pot in the far corner of the bedchamber. 

If only your mother and father could see this. They would be just as amazed. You can’t help but admire all of it. To touch the curtains as you approach the window and stare off at the afternoon sky. The gardens are a medley of hues; petals and thorns; leaves and dirt. It’s all so wonderful, you can still hardly believe it. 

Seems those other ladies can’t either. You can’t help but think of their words anon. They said so outrightly what you doubted inwardly. You don’t belong here. It must be so clear to them. 

You lean on the ledge and peer down into the garden pathways. It is almost a labyrinth with how intricately they’ve laid out the hedges. You lower yourself down to your elbows and cross your arms as you sigh. 

Your eyes are drawn from the swaying roses to the dark speck that appears below. You squint at first. From the second floor, it is harder to discern. It is the glimmer of gold in his hair and the defined gait that gives away the king. For an instant, you believe you might be dreaming. 

He walks along one path and to the next. There is another with him. A man with darker hair and a stauncher figure. They speak and stop just as they enter a circled walkway centered by a large vase of flowers. The other man talks, though you can hear neither, and the king rubs his chin. 

You should turn away. They might think you an eavesdropper. Oh, too late! You don’t dare move as the king tilts his head. You wouldn’t want to pique his attention. You cannot tell if he has spotted you. Not until he raises a hand and waves. The other man stops and looks to follow the gesture. 

You stand up straight but before you can flee in horror, you recall yourself. It is improper to turn your back to the king. You lift your hand and return the wave. He dips his head and turns to clap his companion’s shoulder, pointing him onward. 

Oh, you hope he is not unhappy. If you pray, perhaps he will not have recognised you. You needn’t an enemy of the king as well. 

[m-jelly]

The Crow's Song - Chapter 1

Prince Levi x Witch Reader

Royal Romance with magic.

Plot: Prince Levi works and trains too much, which concerns his parents. After trying everything to get him to rest and enjoy life they reach out to you as their last resort. Many in the palace thought you'd have a hard time working with the prince, like many before you, but instead, the Prince is very taken with you. Levi learns to relax and you learn to trust and together you learn to love. Things are never easy. While the two of you learn many things together and unlock love and powers in Levi, many things are working against you. Greed can appear in many ways, from power to attention. Both you and Levi have to face demons together, the rich and powerful want to stop you, a greedy ex wants to stop you and bitter rich ladies. When a witch hunt is started, Levi must do what he can to save the woman he loves before it's too late.

In this chapter: The king and queen show their concern for their son. You confront and ex and move on with life. You accept your job and meet the handsome prince.

Ao3

Part 2

Levi was uncomfortable.

He was sat in a meeting room on a sofa with his parents staring at him. The gentle scent of warm tea and cakes drifted through the room, but it brought no peace to him. No matter how much they tried to make it a comfortable meeting, it was never going to be. This meeting was all about how Levi was living his life.

It’s not like his parents, the King and Queen, were disappointed, they were just concerned about his well-being. All Levi ever did was work and train, he had no time for personal things or to relax. Levi had friends and social things to do, it’s just he chose to work hard because he wanted to create a life for his parents where they had nothing to worry about. He wanted to be strong and fix his country’s issues so his father could pass the crown on and have zero worries.

The problem with Levi’s thinking was he was working every second of every day, he was barely sleeping, barely eating and had no time for his friends and family. The life Levi was leading was going to be a very lonely one. Levi had tried to have a relationship, when he was a bit younger and just became an adult he romanced a noble lady, but it ended because she was not his priority. Levi wasn’t deeply hurt by the breakup because he wasn’t fully invested, but he did have his firsts with her so there was a slight pain and sadness to it.

“Levi.” Kuchel’s voice was so soft and gentle. “We’re not having this meeting to tell you off.”

“Far from it.” His stoic lovesick father interjected. King Sebastian was a devilishly handsome man with well-tamed stubble, shoulder-length black hair and the most charming smile but his eyes were slightly cold no matter how happy he was and Levi had inherited them. Sebastian had a very big heart. “This is a meeting to talk about how concerned we are about you.”

The two of them held hands and gave Levi a sad gaze. Even though the room was full of light and reflected so beautifully on the polished wood floors generating a warm look, the room seemed heavy and dark. A nice cool breeze drifted into the room from the two open double balcony doors, it provided some relief to the moment.

Levi was agitated and annoyed; normally at this time, he was practising his magic abilities to ensure he was a deadly knight. The problem was he struggled to say no to his parents, so no matter how much he wanted to escape the room and practice his magic and sword skills, he remained in the room with his overly concerned parents who loved him more than words could describe. Due to Levi’s deep love for both, he let them keep him in this meeting.

A light tink from Levi lifting his teacup from its saucer cut the silence in the room. “You’re both always so concerned about me.” The light flavour of Earl Grey spread in Levi’s mouth, he adored this tea. “What is it this time? I’m sure I can fix it.”

Kuchel leaned forward in her delicate flowing dress. “Levi, you work too much. You barely eat or sleep. You are exhausting yourself.” Tears filled her eyes. “You’re always working so hard and never have time to spend with us or your friends.”

Sebastian wiped his wife’s tears away. “Son, we love you so much.” He turned to him and smiled. “We understand you are working hard for us and our country, but you have to slow down. We’re a blessed family. We live longer than most humans because of our magical abilities and a powerful God has blessed us.” He rubbed Kuchel’s back. “Your mother was accepted with warm arms by our God and now she lives for a long time like us.” He released a long sigh. “Levi, if you keep doing what you’re doing you will be working for a very long time because you have an incredibly long life. Yes, you’ll have policies to your name, but what about other things? Friends are important.”

“Levi Ackerman.” Kuchel slapped her hand on the table. “Have you ever had a girlfriend? Or had sex?”

Levi slammed his cup down, he was not expecting his mother to ask that. “Ma.”

“Don’t you Ma me! I know that being with someone makes you happy or being with someone is the only way to be happy, but damn it Levi I want to be a grandma!”

He placed his head in his hands and huffed. “I have had a girlfriend before, yes we had sex and no we're not together anymore because she left me.”

“When…” She paused a moment as her frustration went and she was slowly comprehending her son’s words. “When were you in a relationship?”

He lifted his tired head from his hands and pushed back his soft raven hair. “A few years back when I came of age. We were both adults, it was a silly simple relationship with light feelings. She took all my firsts and I hers. It lasted just over a year, but she didn’t like that I was always working.” He rubbed his jaw. “I know, I know, I’m just proving your point.”

“You know what we’re concerned about, you can see it for yourself.”

Sebastian kissed his wife’s cheek. “Dove, give him a moment.”

She gazed at him with pure adoration. “Sorry, my bear, I just worry.”

“I know you do.” He nuzzled his nose against hers. “My beautiful dove.” He kissed the end of her nose before turning to his son. “You’re young. You can take your time and enjoy yourself. Please, spend more time with your friends, go on trips and go on dates. Just, be happy.”

Levi understood where his parents were coming from, he did need to relax a lot more but his goal was to ensure his parents and people were safe. For everyone to be safe, he had to make sure he worked hard so he was strong and smart. “I’m doing all this for you.”

Kuchel covered her mouth with her hand as she felt so touched. “That’s so sweet of you, but we never asked you to do this. You work too much and too hard.”

Sebastian smiled. “What your mother is trying to say is we love you deeply, we’re so damn proud of you and you’re an incredible example to Princes.”

Levi’s brow raised. “But?”

“But you are pushing yourself too hard. We might be stronger than your average human, but we can still get sick. You’re on your way to being very sick and you might cause irreversible damage.” He opened his hand to show red and black smoky magic dancing above his palm. “Our magical abilities rely on us being centred and healthy. The more you neglect yourself the more you will suffer at the hands of your own magic.” He clenched his fist and sighed. “We are trying to stop you before you get sick.”

Levi rose to his feet. “Thank you, both of you for caring so much about me.” He moved over to them and kissed both on their cheeks. “I’m touched that you care so deeply. I will try my best to behave.”

After exchanging some concerned and unconvinced looks, the couple hugged their son and let him go. The royal couple remained in the meeting room while the Prince went right back to the endless duties he set for himself. While the Prince practised with his magic and sword, he had a moment that concerned those watching. He came to a stop as a dizzy spell hit him and blood dribbled down from his nose.

Whispers started and soon the event that Levi quickly covered up soon made it to the head butler. Charles rushed through the halls and into the meeting room. He bowed to both. “Your majesties, I come with a report about the Prince.”

Kuchel clasped the hand of her husband. “What’s happened, Charles?”

“The Prince went right to training and I am sorry to say he has bled from his nose.”

She dropped her head into her hands. “Oh, Levi.”

Sebastian rubbed her back. “What are we to do with him…”

An idea struck Kuchel, she was shocked that she had never thought about it before. For a long time, she’d been trying to set Levi up with beautiful women but none of it worked and he rejected them. She came from a magical background and knew that often influential people would have a magical assistant. “I’ve got it!” It was the perfect plan and she knew just where to go and who to see. “We need to get him a magical assistant. He will work with them, but they’ll secretly be working for us! They’ll help us get him to rest, take care of himself and they’ll report to us.”

Sebastian hummed. “I want to be honest with our son. We’ll tell him the magical assistant is there to help him relax more.”

“Okay, we’ll do that!” She grinned. “Thank you for supporting me.”

“Anytime.” He frowned a little. “Where to go and who to see though.”

“Well, I know where we can meet them, but I don’t know who the best is at the moment.”

Charles bowed. “I will gather the information for you.”

“Thank you, Charles.” She stood up and made her way over to the butler. “I know of a few places you can go to find good magical users.” She read out a few as Charles noted them on his little notebook. “They have to be someone who will grab our son’s attention. They have to be powerful, strong, smart and funny. You know the Prince well, you helped us raise him.” She leaned closer and whispered. “Pick a witch. Make sure she’s curvy with a good bust on her.”

Charles chuckled. “Yes, Your Majesty.” He bowed before leaving the room and checking his list. “Hmm, I’m sure I can find someone that meets these requirements.”

“Requirements?” Levi’s tired voice echoed down the hall. “What’s going on, Charles?”

He smiled at the Prince. “Your parents are looking to hire someone, that’s all.”

Levi dabbed under his nose. “Really? I thought we were fully staffed.” He pondered for a moment. “I’m curious.”

“Really?”

Levi nodded. “I would like to meet them, whoever they may be, even if it is a small role.”

Charles smiled fondly at the prince. “Well, you do like meeting all the staff. I will notify you when they are hired.”

“Thank you.” He winced a bit. “I’m going to rest. I think I’ve pushed myself too much today.”

“Rest well, Your Highness.”

The deadpan look you gave could not be played off or excused, it was clear to everyone that you didn’t want to be in the hall in front of the King and his slimy advisor. You were a strong witch and people admired that, but it wasn’t the only reason people took notice. The way you dressed was in a very confident manner. You wore mostly black, but your dresses were always low cut to show off your large cleavage and sometimes your dresses would flash your legs.

The King wasn’t the one that really wanted you there. King Rowen was known to be a bit of a gullible idiot who wanted only money, booze and women. People mocked him for being weak and a puppet because the real leader of the country was his warlock advisor. Since the moment his advisor slithered his way into the palace, he had King Rowen under his thumb.

Vance Noir, the warlock who put a bitter taste in your mouth. The two of you had a history and he was not going to let you forget it. Before he lost himself to his powers, he was a wonderful man who wanted so badly to be strong so he could help, but something corrupted him. He was tall and lean, which was incredibly attractive to most. His nose was slender, his lips slightly plump and his eyes incredibly intense that drew you in and you’d become lost in the purple colour. His was very pale but seemed to be a bit off in colour, you could never put your finger on it. The black soft wavey hair, which was parted in the middle, always seemed to frame his beautiful face. His voice was a silken smooth deep one that would lull you into a hypnotised state.

As you stood listening to the King, you could feel Vance’s gaze on you and you had eyed him too. He was in all black with dark gold and black armour clasped on parts of his body and a deep purple cloak with a collar and a broach to keep it in place. He had a firm grip on the top of the throne to assert his dominance. When you took in a deep breath, which caused your breasts to almost spill out of your dress, Vance gripped the seat harder.

It was a few years ago that you and Vance met. At first, you were friends with each other but you did become romantic and physical. The relationship was passionate and full of fire, but that fire burned too bright too fast. After a few months of deep feelings, Vance developed a deadly ego and became a bit of an egotistic dick. So, when it got too much and it was all about showing off and being stronger than others and not about helping, you kicked his ass out of your life. The problem was, no matter how much you tried to get away from him, he always seemed to pop back into your life.

You yawned a moment before huffing. “Look, Your Majesty, I appreciate the job offer but I’m not interested. I like being a free witch doing odd jobs. I mean…” You spoke in a mocking tone. “You have the great and powerful Vance Noir.” You smirked and held back a laugh. “What more could you want?” It seemed that no one picked up on your rude and sarcastic tone, which was good for you. “I’ll be on my way.” You bowed deeply. “Goodbye, Your Majesty.”

The moment he waved you off you raced out of there like your ass was on fire. You skipped down the hall feeling a lot better. As you moved down the long hall thinking about a meat-filled bun at the local baker you liked a cloud of dark purple smoke formed at your side. Vance strolled out of the smoke, his long legs allowing him to catch up with you easily. Although he looked a little fragile he was incredibly strong and was the object of many women’s affections.

Vance looked desperate and irritated, but he managed to hide it well behind a charming smile. “My sweet doll, can we talk?”

You flicked your gaze over to him before holding your head high and looking away. “What’s there to talk about? I said no to the King and that’s that.”

He stepped right in your path causing you to come to a sudden stop and almost slam into his chest. His gloved hands gripped your upper arms. “Think this through.”

You looked up at him and couldn’t believe that you used to look at this man with deep love. “Vance, I said no because this wasn’t the King’s idea, it was yours. There is no value to me taking the offer.”

He rubbed his thumbs on your skin as if he was trying to arouse you. “I’m the value.”

Your face dropped and you gave him a deadpan look. “Gods you’re such an egotistical dick.” You took his hands off you. “I’m not interested in your offer, Vance. Now, let me leave.”

He said your name sternly but had a smile on his face. “Please, reconsider.”

You smiled at him as you shimmered and turned into little sparkles of light and passed through him. Your sparkles danced until you came together outside on the grand stairs making the guards jump. “Sorry gents, didn’t mean to scare you.” You wiggled your dress up a bit. “Mm, time for a meat bun.”

The double doors behind you slammed open. Vance’s hair was a little messy, his eyes a more toxic purple and his teeth a little sharp as he gritted them. He almost shouted your name. “I wasn’t done talking to you.”

You smirked at him. “I was done though. There’s nothing more to say, Vance. I’m not staying here.”

A guard sniggered a bit before talking under his breath, but it wasn’t quiet. “Women can reject the warlock.”

Vance flew towards you, his cloak flowing around you with his magic. He lowered his voice. “Stop this childish behaviour. You know you and I belong together. Come back to me.” He reached up and lightly held your neck as he said your name. “Please. We need each other.”

You laughed and stepped back. “You need me. I don’t need you.” You turned and jumped off the steps and floated down to the floor. “Vance, you need to accept we’re over. There are a lot of other women out there you can be with romantically. The time we had together was lovely, but I’m done.” You blew him a kiss. “See you around.”

As soon as you left the palace grounds Vance no longer followed you. The man loved money and power too much, so the idea of leaving the grounds repulsed him. So, you were happy and safe now from your frustrating ex. You turned into your sparkles of light and moved over the land until you reached the bakery. You became your normal self and bought a freshly made meat bun.

After getting your food you made your way to your magical carriage. You climbed inside and ate your delicious meal in the comfort of your large home. You relaxed for a while before using your magic to set your carriage on its course to the next country, one that you knew was ruled by rather nice people, was a good size, by the ocean, by the mountains and was just so perfect.

A loud knock on your door woke you up from your deep sleep indicating you had arrived in the new country. You sat up, fixed your dress and hair before shoving the wooden serving door open. You rubbed your eyes as the sun shined brightly in the sky. “Mm.” You winced a bit before looking down to see a sharply dressed man. “By the looks of you, you are a butler.”

Charles smiled at you. “Indeed I am.” He gripped a piece of paper in his hands, as it crumpled a bit you could see it was an advert for your services that the good people of this country handed out when you arrived. “I heard a lot about you from the people. You’re very popular here.”

“It’s probably because of my infectious smile.”

He chuckled. “Possibly, you are a very beautiful lady.”

You hummed a laugh. “Buttering me up, huh? What might I call you.”

“Charles.” He bowed to you. “Wonderful to meet you, my lady.”

“You too.”

“May we talk? I have something rather important to discuss with you.”

You eyed him a moment and noticed the pin he had was the coat of arms for the Ackerman royal family. “How about you come in here and chat? I can imagine it’s something you want to talk about in private, hmm?”

Charles smiled softly. “If that is okay?”

You opened a door. “Come on in. I’ll pop the kettle on.”

He climbed inside with a soft frown, he wasn’t sure if there was enough room. As soon as he got inside the door closed behind him and the tiny carriage was huge inside. He admired the room full of blankets and cushions. Everywhere there was a place to sit was full of comfort. Plants hung from the roof and others were resting on tables and sides.

You walked over from your old kitchen area and handed him a cup. “Make yourself comfortable.”

“This…this is interesting…it’s so small on the outside.”

You hummed a laugh. “Magic is fun.”

“Thank you for the tea.” He took a sip and hummed in delight. “This is divine.”

You sat down and grinned. “I make my own tea.”

He eyed you and almost choked on his tea because of how you looked, you were an incredibly beautiful woman. “I ah.”

You reached over and wiped his face with a hankie. “Too hot?”

“You could say that.” He was talking about you. He flinched a moment when he realised why he was there. “I have a letter for you.” He placed his cup down and pushed his hand into his inside breast pocket. “King Sebastian and Queen Kuchel are in desperate need of help.”

Your shoulders slumped at hearing those words because you couldn’t help but feel like this was another royal who wanted your power. “Right…we’ll I won’t fight in any battles or wars.”

Charles gasped as his eyes widened. “Bat…oh! No, no! This is different. Please, read the letter.”

You took it from him and read it slowly. “Oh…oh you’re right…” You lowered the paper. “How old is the prince that you all need to do this?”

“He is in his mid-twenties.”

You stared down at the letter. “Hmm…I…I…wow…the poor man needs to have some fun.”

“So?” Charles shuffled closer. “Will you aid us?”

You tilted your head. “So, all I have to do is just look after the prince?”

“Yes, and you get paid a lot of gold for it.”

You released a long sigh. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

He released a long sigh. “Thank the Gods.”

Two beautiful royals stood before you with pleading looks in their eyes. Your heart went out to the two of them. They loved their son so much that they wanted him to get better and have some light in his life. They had tried everything to get him to relax and have fun, but he was so focused on being the best Prince and future King that he neglected himself.

Prince Levi was a strong and smart man. He gave everything he could to those around him to prevent the loss of life. Every second of every day he worked hard. No matter what was said to him he continued to push himself beyond what a human should be doing.

As a strong witch, you could enchant people and heal as well. It made sense to you that they would request help from someone with your talents. You were a little embarrassed when you met them because your attire was a little on the revealing side. The dress you wore was a low cut to show off your chest that was held up by a corset. A slit went up the side of your leg as a nice peek-a-boo.

You smiled brightly at the beautiful couple. “So…Charles told me all about this…job.” You cleared your throat. “I am rather happy to help out. Do you need me to prove my magical abilities?” You turned into light sparkles and appeared above them and floated around. “Oh! I could grow some plants…” You hummed in thought. “Maybe I could create something!”

Kuchel giggled. “You don’t need to.” She offered her hand to you. “You’ve just shown your abilities without realising.”

You floated down. “Sorry, I tend to fly when I get excited.” You smiled brightly. “I would love to help your son out.”

Sebastian shook your hand. “Wonderful news!”

Kuchel eyed you, you were a stunning woman and the power flowing off you was incredible, but she could see a dark mark on you and it concerned her. Something bad had noticed you and she wasn’t sure if she could let her son near that. “Mm, perhaps you two should meet first? Levi has to like you.”

“Darling dove?” He moved her to the side. “What are you saying? She’s perfect. I think she could bring out Levi’s hidden ability.”

“Sweet bear.” She held his hands and whispered. “Something dark has touched her. It’s not strong, but I’m concerned.”

You leaned closer. “It’s probably my ex.” You smiled when both jumped. “Sorry, I’m a quiet thing. I used to be romantically involved with a warlock but he turned out to be a dick. I saw him yesterday but it was for business reasons. I rejected his offer. He grabbed my upper arms, so you’re probably sensing that.” You smiled. “I promise he’s no longer involved with me and I am a good clean witch.”

Sebastian smiled. “Let’s give her a chance.”

“If I suck, I will give you back all of the gold you pay me.” You landed and bowed to them both. “I can give you daily reports.” You stood back up and smiled again. “Maybe you could put me on a month trial period?”

Kuchel sighed. “We won’t put you on a trial period. I trust this will go well. Just know that if I think you are dangerous, we will force you to leave.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll take you to him.” She softly smiled at you. “Come with me.” She moved out of the room with you. “You really are a beautiful thing.”

“Oh, why thank you.” You fiddled with your dress. “Not as beautiful as you though.”

“You’re too kind.”

Queen Kuchel led you down a grand hall as she told you all about her son. At first, you thought the Prince was someone young and this was a nanny thing. However, that was very wrong. When the Queen opened the study door you saw a handsome man in his mid to late 20s. He was so beautiful to you.

Kuchel released a long sigh. "Levi? Son? You know how your father and I have been very worried about you."

Levi ruffled his hair as he scribbled away. "I told you, I am fine. You have nothing to worry about." A gasp escaped him when his papers began to float up away from him. "Tch, shit, come back!" He jumped up to grab it. "Damn it!"

You hummed a little laugh causing Levi to glare at you. You gave him a playful wink and saw him slowly take you in. The glare he gave you slowly turned into a strong blush, his pupils dilated and a shiver ran right through him. He stopped jumping and just stood there and stared at you with a longing look in his eyes. Your aura, presence and looks instantly tamed the Prince. This had never happened to you before, so you were very interested in the Prince. Perhaps he was your soulmate.

You returned his papers to his desk and introduced yourself. You moved over to him and offered your hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm your witch. My job is to make sure you keep on top of your health and to also have a bit of fun."

Levi took your hand and kissed the back of your fingers with his soft warm lips. "The pleasure is all mine. When do you start?"

"Right away!" You glanced over at Kuchel. "Right, Your Majesty?"

Kuchel smiled brightly, which just lit up the room. "Yes! I'll leave you both alone."

You floated up and sat on Levi's desk. You made sure that your ass was right on his work. "So, what do you want to do? Do you want to read a book? Go on a walk? Take a long relaxing bath?" You leaned forward and pressed your breasts together. "How about a massage?"

Levi shivered. "I...I...I...uh..." For once in his life, Levi couldn't function or process any thoughts. You had truly captured him in a spell without the use of magic. "Boobs."

You blinked a few times before you started laughing at Levi's face going pink. "They are very nice, huh?" You reached towards him and grabbed his tie. With a gentle tug, you pulled Levi towards you. "Why are you so far away, hmm? It's okay to get close." You played with his tie a little. "You're so handsome."

"I...uh...um...th-thank you."

You took his hands and started massaging them. "So much tension in your hands." You pressed his hand on your chest above your breasts. "I need to work a lot on your body."

Levi whimpered a little as he became overwhelmed by your beauty and your warmth. "You...you do?"

You ran your hands up his chest as you read his aura. You cupped his face in your hands and hummed. "Yes, yes, you are rather unwell. I need to work hard on fixing your aura, mana and your body." You floated off the table and grabbed his hand. "Come."

Not a single thought went through his mind as you pulled him down the hallway. His eyes locked onto your ass as it moved with each step. He felt like he was drooling at the sight of you. Something was between the two of you, he could just sense it. There was this magnetic pull and he wanted to keep you close to him, always.

With your powerful magic, you filled his large pool bath with water and special fragrances that would help him out the best. Once completed you ushered him towards the water. After turning your back, Levi removed his clothes and walked down into the water. It didn't take Levi very long to relax. He was almost out like a light.

Levi released a long moan as his body relaxed. "This...this is incredible."

You pulled your dress up and sat on the edge of the bath with your legs in the water. "My special healing magic."

Levi turned his head and gazed at your thighs. "Uh...umm." His eyes trailed up your legs to see your dress just about covered your underwear. He gulped hard before looking up at you. "Th-thank you."

You reached over and began massaging his shoulders. "Let me heal you. I have an incredible touch."

He shivered and moaned as your hands moved against his skin. "Mm."

You leaned closer. "I want to get to know every inch of your body, your highness." You pushed your fingers up into his hair and massaged his scalp. "What you crave, desire and need. I want to give you everything."

“I-I don’t n-need much.”

You pushed your hands down onto his pecs. “Do I make you nervous?”

Levi pulled your hands from him. “This is just a lot, that’s all.”

You got up and stretched. “Shall I leave you for now then? It is rather late and you should get some rest.”

“Rest? But I have work to do.”

You crouched down next to him and leaned closer to him so he got a face full of your breasts. “If you don’t go to bed right after this bath, I will lock you up in your bedroom and treat you like a silly little bratty princess. Is that what you want?”

He gulped hard. “N-No.”

“Plus, if you do as I say I’ll give you a reward.”

His brow raised. “Reward?”

“Yep.” You jumped to your feet. “Exciting, right?”

“Mm. I’ll go to bed.”

You hummed a laugh. “Good boy!”

Levi watched you leave and felt a lot of joy go with you. He released a long sigh and ruffled his wet hair. He thought about going back to work, but a part of him really wanted to see what his reward would be. “Aaaaah…fuck me.”

[leleamo]

Hello people!! Welcome to another post about the rewrite of Helluva Boss!!

Or rather... *Looks at papers*

The lonely imp, that was the name you guys choseIs

today! Let's talk about the hierarchy of hell!! Let's Go!!

Okay, I spent perhaps too long on Wikipedia researching this... But anyway! we have the seven rings, and we also have the Goetia, I did it like this, in each ring there is one of the seven deadly sins, and each ring has a quantity of Goetia, let me show you!

First ring, contains eight kings, in the second, twenty three dukes, in the third, seven princes, fourth, fifteen marquises, fifth, five Earls, sixth, a knight and seventh, twelve presidents

Cool huh?

Anyway, let me show you the hierarchy, ignore me not writing the entire name of L, I just don't like writing that name, anyway let's go!

L

Six deadly sins/greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth

Kings

Dukes

Princes

Marquises

Earls, Knight, Presidents

Beings from hell, you know, the urban legends, like imps, demons/ And also non-animals

Sin

"Ah, Letícia, aren't you going to explain each one?" But of course! on another day, with a post and drawing of each one! Did you like it? And then I'll explain everything! Anyway, that's all, see you on Monday!

[scotianostra]

On 23rd August 1614 forces under the command of the Earl of Caithness landed on Orkney to suppress a revolt by Robert Stewart, son of Patrick Stewart, 2nd Earl of Orkney.

Patrick was the son of Robert, Earl of Orkney, a bastard son of King James V, his rule over Orkney was not a particularly pleasant one, earning him the nickname “Black Patie”. A cousin of King James VI he ruled Orkney with an iron fist.

Patrick’s reputation for extravagance, arrogance and greed was matched only by his love of finery - exemplified in the magnificent Earl’s Palace in Kirkwall. A contemporary extract from the 16th century “The Historie and Life of King James the Sext” tells us…….

“[Earl Patrick Stewart’s] pomp was so great, as he never went from his castle to the kirk, nor abroad otherwise, without the convoy of fifty musketeers, and other gentlemen of convoy and guard. And sichlike before dinner and supper, there were three trumpeters that sounded still till the meat of the first service was set at table, and sichlike the second service, and consequently, after the grace.

He also had his ships directed to sea to intercept pirates and collect tribute of foreign fishers that came yearly to these seas.

Whereby he made sic collection of great guns and other weapons of war, as no house, palace, nor castle, yea in all of Scotland were not furnished with the like.”

Patrick Stewart held the native Orcadians in very low regard. When not bickering with his own family, his time was spent feuding with the more powerful local families.

By 1606, Earl Patrick was heavily in debt and ignored a summons to appear before the Privy Council, in Edinburgh, to explain the complaints received regarding his extremely oppressive rule. He was even charged with treason but the charge was dropped in 1607.

The appointment of Bishop James Law, in the same year, marked the beginning of Patrick’s end. The bishop, a close friend and confidante of the Scottish king, James VI (and I of England), presented a petition before the king, describing the oppression suffered by the people of Orkney. It is thought he also made mention of the danger the Stewart family posed - at this time the islands were still more Norse than Scottish.

Earl Patrick’s financial mismanagement and his brutality against the local population led to him being again summoned before the Privy Council in 1609, and then imprisoned, firstly in Edinburgh Castle and then in Dumbarton Castle.

He didn’t take this well and sent his illegitimate son Robert Stewart to stir things up in Orkney in his favour. Robert’s attempt to comply with his father’s orders resulted in what amount to a rebellion against royal authority. Earl George Sinclair of Caithness - who had a score to settle with the Stewarts - came to the King’s aid, volunteering to lead and pay for an expedition to Orkney to quash Robert Stewart’s rebellion.

Towards the end of August a siege began at the Earl’s Palace in Kirkwall. Barricaded inside were as many as 700 rebels led by Stewart, eventually Sinclairs men breached the palace - the Stewart rebellion was brought to its knees by the work of a traitor working from the inside.

Earl George threatened to demolish St Magnus’ Cathedral as a reprisal against the Orcadians who had nearly ruined him but fortunately Bishop Law persuaded him otherwise.

In a summary judgement twelve of Robert's men were hanged, Robert was taken south to Edinburgh, put on trial, and hanged with five others.

Robert and his father denied they had planned the rebellion together, but Robert's accomplice, Patrick Halcro, insisted he had acted on Earl Patrick's instructions. Evidence was taken in Orkney from Margaret Buchanan, a servant who claimed she had read instructions for Halcro written by the Earl. She said that Halcro showed the paper to Robert, who tore it into pieces and they both told her it were better so, that it could do no hurt in time coming, and "the Earl of Orkney should not want his head for it".

Robert's execution evoked much sympathy from the people, owing to his young age, around twenty-two, and his "tall stature and comlie countenance".

The trial of Earl Patrick followed that of his son. His titles were forfeited and he was sentenced to death, but his execution was postponed after a plea from the chaplains, who, finding him so ignorant he could barely recite the Lord's Prayer, wanted time to educate him and give him Communion. The execution eventually took place on 6th February 1615, when he was taken to the Mercat Cross in Edinburgh and beheaded.

The picture shows a reconstruction of Earl's Palace, Birsay and how it looks now, in ruins, the third pic is the Coat of arms of Earl Patrick, you’ll notice the black cross over the the Scottish royal arms, this was a symbol of bastardy, while the second and third quarters show the arms of the Earldom of Orkney.

[smoothie03]

Hetalia Gangsta AU

{District 5 - Knights Templar}

Sooo, I may haven't read the AU properly yet but I saw the art and the strips (without translation) and wanted to include Knights Templar to the fun because Hima won't draw him again anyways.

Here we have Gabriel de Payns; Earl of the long gone district 5, richest man of the surrounding districts.

Code name: le Ciel

Currently lives in his dead family's mansion which is now part of district 33 (France), occasionally found at the mansion of the 'Hüter des Bündnisses der Treue'. (if I understood that one introduction illustration of Prussia correctly, lol)

In this universe, Gabriel has to weaponize his kindness to survive after District 5 literally got burnt down to the ground. The legacy and inheritance of his family - an ancient lineage of knights - make him a target for any person who tries to benefit from Gabriel's financial support. The Earl doesn't care a lot about the wealth he posesses since it was the very thing that led to his district's downfall. He will grant immense support to those who manage to persuade him and he will give them the money they need to fulfil their goals...as long as they align with Gabriel's own values and good deeds he also wishes for. He can be the kindest and most giving person as long as his trust isn't broken. Don't dare to betray him; he has scary dog privilege. (Gilbert)

However, this earl is an entity that barely shows himself to the public or the broad daylight. Ever since the Great Fire, one could only meet the earl once darkness falls. There were rumours that this mysterious, living source of endless gold was actually nothing more than a legend, a vampire or a ghost even that haunted people's minds, yet the results of his actions can be seen in every project that was built upon his riches. Merely the leader of the Medic District (Joan/Hospitallers), the leader of District 33 and of course the Anführer des Treuebündnisses have seen him outside of these narrow time-windows, proving that he was indeed alive and the last one of the former district that was still standing. But why did the earl have the habit of only expecting visits in the evening and nights? The rumour says it's because of his burn scars that shattered his once perfectly angelic face.

Lore of District 5 | Past:

District 5 once was a very elite and wealthy district with many families from a knightly background but the district was tattered by greed, pride, selfishness and religious fanatism. A religious sect acted in the district's underground. It once was a powerful instrument to ensure the obedience of masses and it used to be a source of income for many wealthy families of district 5, especially the one Gabriel comes from. As the son of the sect's leader he grew up very sheltered and influenced by the sect's mindset. He was supposed to follow the footsteps of his father (as a district leader and the leader of the sect) which put him under a lot of pressure, however, the older and more concious Gabriel got, the more he started questioning the morality of this cult. Gabriel himself wanted to give; to be kind. Which was also his dream for the future.

But still, the way language was weaponized within the cult to get what they wanted is still a skill and advance Gabriel uses in his current position as it does give him a non-violent power and control which is crucial if he wants to keep his current status and security. However, even though he proceeds to use the techniques he learnt as a kid, Gabriel does not share the mindset of the sect or the people he grew up with; he despises it and wants to distance himself as far as possible from what happened in the past as he saw that it was cruel.

Between the different districts were many conflicts. But the last one with district 33 with the combination of an uprising of the opressed social classes of district 5, caused the event which is known under the name "the Great Fire". District 5 got almost completely annihilated by flames. The bourgeoisie vanished, the rest of the hierarchies and systems of the district broke into pieces. As if the district never existed.

Only then, when the fire burnt down the last 'chains' that held Gabriel back in his so called 'destiny' or 'right place', he gained back the freedom he never had but wished for. And with that, the chance to change his future and a chance to help those who had been exploited by the district's underworld opened up to him.

As he was the last one of the old world that was still standing, yet the one willing to create a new and fairer world.

[the-uncharted-cookbook]

Avery's Grand Punch

Barbadan rum, red wine, lime juice, and Earl Grey syrup

I had thought Nathan Drake was out of the game for good, but I should have known better.

I had just been getting back into the swing of things after my recovery when Nate stopped by the bar for the first time in years with yet another impossible story. I had a death-defying tale of my own for him, but it didn't exactly involve finding another legendary city lost to history. This time, Nathan Drake had uncovered Libertalia, a pirate utopia nestled off the coast of Madagascar, a place that people have been searching for since Captain Charles Johnson published A General History of the Pyrates in 1724. He pulled a gold coin from his pocket and told me a tale of pirates and puzzles, the return of lost family and old rivals, and of the fine line between passion and obsession.

Libertalia was founded by Henry Avery, Thomas Tew, and ten other pirate captains as a way to achieve true freedom for themselves and their crews, far away from the governments that would have them hanged for piracy. Their resources and spoils were pooled together and an idyllic colony was built. But greed led the founders to betray their community and hoard all of the wealth for themselves. Libertalia was broken. As the founders began to turn on each other, Avery and Tew hatched a plan to end the conflict permanently. They brought all of the founders of Libertalia together under the guise of peace talks, knowing that only they would walk out alive. With one final toast, ten of history's greatest pirates unknowingly drank their demise and perished in an instant, all at the same table.

Avery's Grand Punch is a red wine rum punch inspired by the romanticism of piracy and the promises of Libertalia. Pirates would typically drink whatever they could get their hands on but wine and rum were some of the most prevalent drinks in the Caribbean, where most of Libertalia's pirate captains roamed before turning their sails to Madagascar. Historically, much like today, rum was often cut with lime juice, sugar, and spices to improve the taste. Red wine was chosen to round out this punch as a representation of the opulence of Libertalia's founders. Avery's Grand Punch is a potent drink fit for a pirate captain, just be sure to drink it in good company.

AVERY'S GRAND PUNCH

Ingredients: 1.5 oz moderately aged Barbadan rum (Plantation Barbados 5) 0.5 oz light-bodied red wine 0.5 oz lime juice 0.25 oz Earl Grey syrup Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with pebble ice or crushed ice. Shake and strain into a wine glass. Garnish with an orange peel to help prevent scurvy.

Avery's Grand Punch calls for a moderately aged Barbadan rum. These rums are typically aged between 4-10 years and often have a golden hue. I used Plantation Barbados 5 for this recipe, but Real McCoy 5 Year, Mount Gay Eclipse, or other moderately aged Barbadan rums are all effective substitutes. I chose a light-bodied red wine because because their higher acidity plays well with the lime juice and their lower tannins and alcohol content help compliment the rum rather than overpower it.

Depending on your personal taste, you may wish to increase or decrease the amount of lime juice and Earl Grey syrup to adjust the sour and sweet flavors.

The recipe for Earl Grey syrup can be found here.

[erictmason]

September (A Tribute To Topkraft) Week Two: “And Death Be Thy Destination”

"What havoc I will raise! Turn brother against brother! Greed and avarice shall prevail, and those who do not hear my words will pay the price. I'll teach Man to use his machines. I'll show him what distorted science can give birth to. I'll teach him to fly like a fairy...and I will give the ultimate answer to all his science can ask."

I had always planned for Ommadon to be part of my TopKraft Tribute, as "Flight of Dragons" is a really good movie and he's probably the most interesting part of it, but it became especially poignant to do so now given the sad news of James Earl Jones' passing; Darth Vader is undeniably Jones' most iconic Villain Role, but I've always appreciated the bigger meatier set-pieces Ommadon really let him chew on, so it felt like a fitting tribute to his memory.

[reumioa]

Happy birthday to the most perfectest man 🥰😘🫶🏻

New SSR card “Embracing His Greed” released! Please welcome 👑 Barbatos,The Earl and Duke of Hell 👑

[wondyvillains]

Wow, check out this AMAZING piece by artist Rich Bernatovech! What a great showcase of Wonder Woman's rogues gallery!

Here's a list of villains that I've managed to find among the over 100 villains:

• Adjudicator • Aegeus • Alkyone • Anann • Andres Cadulo • Angle Man • Anglette • Apollo • Ares • Armageddon • Astarte • Atomia • Badra • Baroness Von Gunther • Barremargox • Baundo • Bellona • Blue Snowman • Cassandra • Cassie Arnold • Cat Eye • Cheetah (Barbara Ann Minerva) • Cheetah (Debbi Domaine) • Cheetah (Priscilla Rich) • Circe • Crimson Centipede • Cronus • Cyborgirl • Dark Angel • Decay • Deimos • Devastation • Disdain • Doctor Cyber • Doctor Poison • Doctor Psycho • Drax • Dreadnought • Duke of Deception • Earl of Greed • Echidna • Egg Fu • Eris • Euryale • Eviless • Fausta Grables • Fireworks Man • First Born • Genocide • Giganta • Glop • God With No Name • Grail • Gundra • Hades • Harrier • Hecate • Hera • Hercules • Hypnota • Inventa • Janus • Julianna Sazia • Karnell • Liar Liar • Lord Conquest • Mask • Mayfly • Medusa • Minister Blizzard • Mob God • Mouse Man • Nemesis • Oblivion • Osira • Paper-Man • Phobos • Queen Clea • Queen of Fables • Red Panzer • Savage Fire • Sharkeeta • Silver Swan (Helen Alexandros) • Silver Swan (Valerie Beaudry) • Silver Swan (Vanessa Kapatelis) • Slaughter • Sontag Henya • Stheno • Superwoman • Tigra Tropica • Titan • Trinity • Veronica Cale • White Magician • Zara

[outcastsanddissidence]

Countless stories of pirate treasure buried along the New England coast. Jewell Island, Maine (Casco Bay), is rumored to be a place where the infamous pirate, Captain Kidd, buried some of his treasure. Kidd did frequent New England, but perhaps only time will tell if his treasure really is or was there, or perhaps it's too late to know. One Captain, Jonathan Chase, did find buried treasure on Jewell Island once upon a time and disappeared after killing his buddy in greed, burying his body at the site of the discovery.

Kidd also supposedly buried treasure on Orrs Island, Outer Heron, Monhegan Island, and Isle de Haute, and in Hollowell and Pittston on the mainland to name a few. Prior to his execution, however, he hinted at booty buried on Gardiner Island, New York, in an attempt to bribe the Earl of Bellomont. Attempts to find the treasure were unsuccessful.

Records indicate Kidd was close to John Gardiner and did visit him before turning himself in at Boston with two French passes and supposed protection under a new anti-piracy act. Perhaps not fully realizing he was, by name, excluded from the 1698 Act of Grace that gave clemency to pirates who turned themselves in and ceased their illicit activities, he likely expected to be back for his riches, wherever they may be.

Instead, he was extradited to London and executed on May 23, 1701.

Photo source: Pyle, Howard; Johnson, Merle De Vore (ed) (1921) "With the Buccaneers" in Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates: Fiction, Fact & Fancy Concerning the Buccaneers & Marooners of the Spanish Main, New York, United States, and London, United Kingdom: Harper and Brothers, pp. Plate facing p. 76

The first episode of Outcasts&DIssidence, dropping on September 19, will talk about pirate culture and three other famous New England pirates - The First, The Baddest, and My Favorite.

www.outcastsanddissidence.com/waitlist to be the first to know!

[une-sanz-pluis]

Did Jequetta of Luxembourg indeed forcibly steal the tapestry of the city council? (This story comes from Gregory's chronicles, but its credibility is said to be questionable.)

Anon, this is verging into history that I am not very familiar with. The story is found in the Great Chronicle of London, not Gregory's Chronicle. The story is that Sir Thomas Cook was charged with treason in 1467 after being named as part of a Lancastrian plot but was found guilty only of concealing the plot and fined 8,000 marks. The author of the Great Chronicle claims that Jacquetta coveted a tapestry Cook owned and refused to sell her. When he was arrested, his goods - including the tapestry - were seized by the treasurer, Richard Woodville, Earl Rivers. It goes on to claim that the Woodvilles, displeased Cook was not executed as a traitor, engineered the dismissal of the presiding judge and Elizabeth Woodville then sued Cook for her queen's gold.

The author of the Great Chronicle was a former apprentice of Cook so while he may have been in a position to know the truth, he was also in a position to be heavily biased in Cook's favour. There is a brief account by John Warkworth about the Cook affair and while Warkworth's view of Edward IV is, per Michael Hicks, "generally unfavourable" and he maintains Cook's innocence, the Woodvilles are not mentioned in his account. The judge retired several months after Cook's trial and it was said he did so at his own desire and request due to his "great age and debility". The general consensus of modern historians seems to be that Cook was unlikely to be innocent (per Hicks: "there are grounds for suspecting him guilty of more than could be proved") and that Earl Rivers was only acting as his position as treasurer dictated when Cook's goods were seized. Nor does the Great Chronicle tell us if Jacquetta succeeded in acquiring the tapestry, only that she coveted it.

Hicks on the Woodvilles' role in the Cook affair:

What was the role of the Wydevilles? Cook's conviction shows that their greed does not explain his misfortunes. If they really engineered the dismissal of the chief justice, it shows that they wanted the conviction of the accused including Cook, whom Elizabeth removed from office in her lordship of Havering. No frivolous reason is likely for their antipathy, for in 1465 earl Ryvers and Lord Scales became Cook's feoffees. As the councillor most intimately concerned in the case, earl Ryvers had exceptional information. It is unlikely that the Wydevilles were any less conscious than in 1478 and 1483 that treason threatened the queen and her offspring, the basis of their power. These were strong reasons for opposing leniency but Edward pardoned those involved. The queen's gold suit may be an attempt to punish Cook twice for the same offence but it coincides with other treason trials, in which he could have been implicated. His pardon made him untouchable, so the suit was probably an attempt to harass him for other offences. It coincides with his dismissal as alderman by Edward's direct order in a signet letter: the king and the Wydevilles were still at one.

However, Lynda J. Pidgeon points out that "the pursuit of queen’s gold was not exceptional; Elizabeth was just more successful in making good her claims."

Sources:

M. A. Hicks, ‘The Case of Sir Thomas Cook, 1468’, The English Historical Review, vol. 93, no. 366 (January 1978)

Susan Higginbotham, The Woodvilles (The History Press 2013)

Lynda J. Pigdeon, Brought Up Of Nought: A History of the Woodville Family (Fonthill 2019)

[edenityy]

( prologue ! )

A lady should not gossip.

A lady should not make the first move.

A lady should not make crude jokes.

A lady should never call upon an unmarried man in his home.

A lady should never address a gentleman without an introduction.

A single lady should never walk out unchaperoned.

A lady should never look back at anyone on the street.

A lady should not have an interest in politics.

A lady's place in society is to marry, have children, and keep a nice household.

These are some of the many rules Leah abides by to be a proper woman in society, a role she has been groomed for since birth. To make it far as a woman, one mustn't stray from the rules built for them, even if they disagree. So why did her mother have to make her walls crumble down? Reset most of what she has learned. Was it greed? Selfishness? Or perhaps this is her way of caring for her daughter. Perhaps it was a mistake.

"Be who you please, but enough of a lady to be desirable."

"Marriage is not the best thing life has to offer."

"You are just as important in society as a man. A woman can do anything a man can."

The words of her mother had stuck right into her head, messing with the girl's mind beyond belief. For ten years of her life, Leah had always been told that she was lower compared to a man. The only thing expected of her was to marry and have children, so why must her mother confuse her? Something in her brain had reset, fixing itself into a mindset not many women in the 19th century could bring themselves to have.

This mindset of hers. It messes with her greatly. It makes her feel different and out of place, more so than she had felt before. The only person she could express these thoughts with was her mother, refusing to consult with friends out of fear of being judged. Maybe this is what her mother wanted all along. Make her own little girl who could be what she failed to be, and give her a chance at a future outside of the standard. If only it was that easy..

— ౨ৎ —

"This is quite a strange offer you are making, is it not?"

Lucius Barrett, a refined businessman known around Britain is seated at his desk, observing the young earl sitting across from him. The man's right brow is cocked, elbows on the table to rest his chin on his conjoined hands in the hopes of being able to deduce something about the boy who visited his home on such short notice. A butler clad in black stands not far behind him, an unnerving and permanent smile stuck to his face.

"I suppose it is, but I assure you that this is a serious offer."

A smirk settles itself onto the face of the young earl, a boy the ripe age of fourteen with the gall to ask a business partner for his daughter's hand. Ciel Phantomhive, such a stoic and arrogant boy who had broken off his engagement with Elizabeth Midford almost exactly four months ago. He had done it for both of their sakes, the boy knew he could not give Elizabeth the love she wanted and deserved which led to the harsh, but quick end to their engagement. In search of a new one, he recalled a beautiful girl he had seen at balls on occasion. Leah Fleur Vivienne Barrett.

— ౨ৎ —

People. Lots of them. The ballroom was far too crowded for Ciel's liking, sticking himself to a wall in the corner of the room. It has been a mere two months since the boy had broken off his engagement with Elizabeth, forcing himself to socialize for the sake of upholding his reputation. A man of honor would never end an engagement, as to spare the girl any discomfiture, but Ciel isn't exactly the most normal nobleman is he?

"You don't want to dance, young master?" Sebastian leaned down to whisper in Ciel's ear, attempting to coax the boy to socialize while simultaneously teasing him.

"You know I don't dance." Ciel's tone was a snappy one, sending a glare to the butler standing by his side. The young earl's words slowly trail off into silence, looking out into the crowd of people before his eyes settle on a particular form. What he saw across the room managed to bring him at a loss for words, recovering quickly but his gaze seemingly locked on its target.

Brown hair that goes down to her mid back, dull blue eyes, porcelain skin, and cherry-tinted lips. The epitome of beauty is an understatement of what the girl appeared to be, no one could deny that. Ciel could recognize the woman she was standing next to, the wife of one of his business partners, Lucius Barrett, a hearty man from the States who moved to England to expand his business.

Leah stood by her mother, practically attached at the hip while the older woman socialized with the other guests. Such a shy girl for her age, thirteen, and yet was scared to leave her mother's side. Making up for her beyond-shy demeanor, the young lady is quite observant, catching Ciel's eye with her own before a flush covered her face and quickly diverting her gaze. She wasn't the average age for courting just yet, a couple of years too young but that never stopped offers, though her parents never accepted.

A hum escapes the lips of the stoic boy, narrowing his eyes as he thinks to himself in deep thought. The way she carries herself, and her soft demeanor are practically the complete opposite of Elizabeth. Ciel needed a new wife, and Leah was who he chose to run after. Someone who would not get in his way, someone who wouldn't annoy him, someone who came from a good family, she was perfect.

— ౨ৎ —

Lucius narrows his eyes at the small boy sitting across from him, trying to read what he could be thinking to ask him such a question. It is not that he does not think Ciel is a good boy, from what the man has seen he would be a good fit for his daughter, but after the cancellation of his last engagement, it is a risky move to accept this.

"Don't think I don't know about you breaking off your engagement with that Midford girl. How do I know you won't do the same to my daughter?" Lucius, though this could be seen as harsh, is straight to the point. This proposal is being seen as a business matter between the two, so he will treat it like one.

"I can assure you that won't happen. Breaking off my engagement with Lady Elizabeth was a personal matter that I would prefer not to disclose at the moment, but it was what was best for the both of us." Ciel lets his voice falter but doesn't break his gaze, keeping up with his serious demeanor.

A silence falls over the two aristocrats, Ciel keeping his mouth shut and Lucius sitting in deep thought. The two had been discussing the subject of Ciel taking his daughter's hand in marriage for the past half hour, an overprotective father and a stubborn brat of a boy were not the two ideal souls to be having this conversation. Letting a sigh escape through his nose, Lucius stands from his seat and sticks his arm out from across the desk, giving Ciel the best firm and frightening look he can muster.

"I know you're a good man, I look forward to seeing you more, future son-in-law," Lucius sports a cheesy grin on his face, elated for his daughter over the idea of a fiancé. Despite seeming so reluctant moments ago, connecting like this with a company like Funtom and a boy as good as Ciel is almost too good to be true. "If you hurt my daughter, I will kill you."

"I assure you it won't ever come to that. I'm glad you accepted." Ciel lifts his hand before connecting it with the older man's, giving it a firm shake as he examines the smile that still sits on his face despite just threatening him. The earl got what he wanted, almost. Now it is a matter of being introduced, followed by a proper proposal which the teen is not looking forward to.

Standing on the other side of the door, Leah has her hand sitting on top of the handle to the door of her father's study. She cracked the door open just enough to see inside the room without being noticed, watching the two men shake hands and examine her new fiancé. The girl recognizes Ciel, just a little with the view of the eyepatch, she quickly closes the door and scurries away.

A stifled chuckle comes from Sebastian, seemingly the only person in the room to notice the girl peering in and hearing the sound of her steps running down the hall. She knows she's not supposed to eavesdrop on her father during his business meetings, but that never stopped her.

Running down the halls of her family manor, Leah scrambles about before approaching her mother in the sewing room. The girl's arms are flailing before stopping in front of her mother, Vivienne, voice turned up three octaves,

"Mama! Is father marrying me off to a pirate?!" Leah's voice is shrill and she practically whines to her mother, eyes closed and shaking her head and she runs about the sewing room.

"Of course not, dear! Your father would never do such a thing," Vivienne tries to reassure her daughter with a soft voice, a smile creeping onto her face at the girl's behavior, "Besides, pirates don't marry."

The flailing from the thirteen-year-old stops, an embarrassed and quiet 'oh..' making its way past her lips.

"Now what have you been told about peeking in on your father's meetings?"

Leah's sweat drops, pausing in her tracks as her cheeks heat up into a bright red. It had been a while since her last strike of peeking, well for getting caught at least, but now the girl has told on herself.

"Don't do it.." Hanging her head low to hide her red cheeks, Leah purses her lips as she recalls the numerous talks she's had with her parents about spying on her father in meetings. She can't help that she's so nosy, she has been doing it since childhood.

The brunette woman smiles at her daughter's behavior, suppressing a chuckle at the antics she's so used to seeing. Placing down her sewing materials, Vivienne hides her smirk when she catches a glimpse of her husband standing in the doorway with the Earl Phantomhive.

"Leah, dear. Come and meet one of my business partners.."

Turning her head at the sound of her father's voice, Leah observes them from over her shoulder for a moment before quickly turning her entire body to face the two men. The sound of her heels click against the floor as she takes a couple of steps closer, training her eyes on Ciel's face.

"Leah, this is Earl Ciel Phantomhive," Lucius begins by introducing his daughter to Ciel, smiling when she grips at her dress to curtesy, "Ciel, this is my daughter Leah Barrett."

"It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise.."

A silence falls over the two teens, Leah drawing her eyes to the ground in embarrassment when she is unsure of what else to say.

"Would you like to go for a walk in the garden?" Ciel asks, training his gaze into the girls eyes that cannot bring themselves to meet his own.

The young lady nods her head, stepping past the two and down the hall, looking back as she guides Ciel through the manor. Humming a silent tune to herself, Leah nods in acknowledgment to servants they pass before coming across the door to the manor's garden, pushing it open to allow the two of them outside and leading Ciel further out.

Staring up at the sky, Leah gets lost in the clouds, forgetting that the Phantomhive boy had been tagging along. The girl could stare forever, letting the breeze run through her hair and bring her to a peaceful state, though she's brought out of her head when she hears the sound of Ciel clearing his throat. Turning around to face the sound, Leah is stunned and a light pink makes its way to her face when she sees the boy kneeling before her, boxed ring in hand.

"Leah Barrett, will you marry me?" Ciel's words are dull, lacking emotion to such a special question.

"I assume this is something already arranged with my father?" Staring down at the boy, Leah is quick to conclude that this is what her father had been discussing with the boy, meaning regardless of her response, she won't have much of a say in the outcome.

"Your father has already agreed, yes."

Leah falls into silence, contemplating her future and staring mindlessly amid such an important moment in her life. She had always pictured marrying for love, finding a man she truly felt something for, not being a business deal between two men. The teen's gaze drops lower, eyeing the ring sitting in the open box. 'I could grow to love him..'

"Yes."

Sticking her hand out with closed eyes, Leah welcomes the feeling of Ciel sliding the diamond ring onto her finger. Admiring the stone, a shine reflects in her eyes as she feels a warmth settle in her chest, letting her head drift up to catch her parents hugging and smiling down at the pair from one the window. A subtle smile works its way onto her lips, squeezing her hand shut in determination.

"Follow me, we can get to know each other." Leah speaks timidly, beckoning Ciel closer.

Making her way down the paths of the garden, the two stop before a bench and seat themselves beside each other. Quiet and awkward words are exchanged between the new couple, doing their best to learn something about the other. It wouldn't be so hard if both of them weren't as quiet and shy, but the progress is there and they have plenty of time to get to know the other.

— ౨ৎ —

It seems the standard is what Leah will conform to, she is engaged now and just a few measly years away until she will be married. Or at least that's what she'll tell people.

It isn't a crime to make up her own rules, to pick and choose what she follows. She refuses to be a weak woman, wanting to be someone who can stand up for herself and others while maintaining her ladylike structure. She will strive to be two in one, a damsel but never in distress.

After all, what else could she do with all of her sword lessons. Ordained by her mother to become what looks like a fighting machine, keeping such acts from the eyes of society. A family such as the Barrett’s, a prestigious name even after spending years in the Americas, no less it to be expected of her.

My name is Leah Barrett, and I am going to marry Ciel Phantomhive!

[scotianostra]

February 13th 1462 saw the Treaty of Westminster-Ardtornish between the Lord of the Isles and Edward IV, the King of England.

To say this was an ambitious Treaty is an understatement, I don’t believe Edward ever thought that John of Islay, also known as The Earl of Ross, had any real chance of taking Scotland, it was mischief making at it’s best. So what was this little known treaty?

John agreed to pay homage to Edward in return for his help in obtaining all of Scotland north of the Forth! His kinsman Donald Balloch of Dunnyvaig and the Glens and the forfeited Earl of Douglas were to get the rest of the country between them. The articles were finalised and sealed at Westminster Palace on 13 February 1462 and signed by Edward IV on 17 March 1462. John, Earl of Ross, Donald Balagh, and his son and heir John, with all the people of Ross and the Isles would become subjects of Edward IV on Whitsunday. Their greed seems to have only been exceeded by their naivety and stupidity!

The background behind it was a war in England between Henry VI and Edward IV the War of the Roses, the Scots supported Henry and had given him refuge, Edward was trying to garner Scottish support, our King at the time, James III was too young to rule and as usual a succession of regents jostled for control.

The treaty is quite a vague document considering the risks John was prepared to take, saying nothing about the nature, scale and timing of English support. For King Edward however, it was a brilliant diplomatic coup. He achieved maximum results at minimum expense, laying out only as much bait as necessary to create a political disturbance in Scotland.

When it suited them, the treaty was revealed to the Scottish government by the English themselves, with the immediate result that John of Islay lost the Earldom of Ross, and the eventual result that in 1493, the Lordship of the Isles was forfeited as well.

Pics are the ruins of Ardtornish Castle, Morvern on the west coast that I took last June.

[seven-circlllxs]

Pages of the Ars Goetia [Ring Hierarchy]

So, mun is a bit insane and organized all of the demons listed in the Ars Goetia into their Rings and Roles! This is assumed canon for any Goetia interactions unless asked for different specifications!

Note - Herald Kings are mun's preferred terms for the Deadly Sins/Princes, since there are actual princes of Hell and it makes things easier. King is also a genderless word here.

Pride

Herald King of Pride - Lucifer King of Pride - Balam Dukes of Pride - Agares, Astaroth, Crocell Prince of Pride - Vassago Marquises of Pride - Naberius, Ronove Earl of Pride - Andromalius Knight of Pride - Furcas Presidents of Pride - Barbas, Ose, Amy

Wrath

Herald King of Wrath - Satan King of Wrath - Beleth Dukes of Wrath - Eligos, Berith, Focalor, Allocer Prince of Wrath - Gaap Marquises of Wrath - Leraje, Marchosias, Andras Earl of Wrath - Raum Presidents of Wrath - Malphas, Camio

Gluttony

Herald King of Gluttony - Bee-lzebub Dukes of Gluttony - Vapula, Dantelion Prince of Gluttony - Ipos Marquises of Gluttony - Gamigin Earl of Gluttony - Malthus Presidents of Gluttony - Buer, Haagenti

Greed

Herald King of Greed - Mammon King of Greed - Paimon Dukes of Greed - Valefar, Bune, Vepar, Vine, Murmur Prince of Greed - Seir Marquises of Greed - Forneus, Sabnock, Shax Earl of Greed - Furfur Presidents of Greed - Zagan, Foras

Lust

Herald King of Lust - Asmodeus Dukes of Lust - Amdusias, Zepar, Saleos, Vual, Gremory Prince of Lust - Sitri Marquis of Lust - Phenex Presidents of Lust - Glasya-Labolas

Envy

Twin Herald Kings of Envy - Leviathan and Behemoth King of Envy - Belial Dukes of Envy - Gusion, Aim, Flauros Prince of Envy - Stolas Marquises of Envy - Aamon, Orias, Andrealphus, Decarabia Earl of Envy - Bifrons Presidents of Envy - Botis, Morax

Sloth

Herald King of Sloth - Belphegor King of Sloth - Purson Dukes of Sloth - Barbatos, Bathin Prince of Sloth - Orobas Marquis of Sloth - Kimaris President of Sloth - Valac

[theyareweird]

Black Butler: Ciel Phantomhive —Aesthetic

Ciel Phantomhive's Character & Personality

Ciel is a proud, shrewd boy with "presence of mind" and "keen intuition". A chess prodigy, he often navigates challenging situations by visualizing himself making chess moves with his butler as his pawn. Ciel's goal is to exact revenge on those who harmed him and his family. In which, he's willing to sacrifice his soul to accomplish it. As Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel is an exceptional leader who inspires unswerving loyalty in his servants. Generally, he's undemonstrative. Ciel seldom expresses emotions, much less affection. Nevertheless, he's genuinely concerned for his loved ones well-being. Additionally, Ciel is attentive to his servants needs. Moreover, he's accustomed to luxury. Ciel has difficulty dressing himself and doing household chores. Thus, he loaths staying in a poor, austere environments for long. This is beneath his dignity and unfitting for an earl. As the Queen's Watchdog, Ciel works diligently and doesn't balk at resorting to morally dubious means to fulfill his missions. He lies without compunction, particularly while undercover. Ciel is even cynical and distrustful of others' integrity. Furthermore, he's merciless with his enemies. Ciel will have his butler slaughter them on numerous occasions. As the executive chairman and owner of the prosperous Funtom Corporation, he possesses business acumen. He accurately assesses market trajectories and conditions. Due to this, Ciel's greed has "no boundaries". He's also fond of sweets. Although Ciel is, for the most part, wise beyond his years, he can be childish. He's exceedingly competitive and overestimates his skills at times. Ciel is averse to draws and won't yield until a victor is declared. Despite his weak constitution and asthma, he's a competent shooter who always has a gun on hand. Unfortunately, Ciel suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder due to his time as a slave in a cult. He occasionally has flashbacks of the incident and loses awareness of his surroundings. Finally, Ciel is allergic to cats.