#Fürstin

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

[worldoftheromanovs]

Alexandra Feodorovna with With Elisabeth Fürstin Narischkin in Livadia, May 1912

[gracie-bird]

WINTER HOLIDAYS FOR GRACE OF MONACO AND THEIR KIDS CAROLINE AND ALBERT

Schönried (Switzerland) February 9, 1961:

Grace of Monaco, with her husband, Prince Rainier, and their children, Caroline and Albert, are spending their winter holidays in Schönried, Switzerland. Princess Grace is learning to sky and the same is doing little Caroline.

They arrived in this wonderful spot of Switzerland (very near to the fashionable Gstaad) on the 9th of February, and Caroline and Albert are having their first experience with snow sports. Grace of Monaco instead is always with the children, and her husband sits most of the time in a luxurious hotel where he is looking after this political business, quite always in phone communication with Monaco.

Pictures show very nice holiday portraits of the Princely Family of Monaco on the snow, some pictures that photographers took will fulfill their Royal Album.

Rainier and Grace will stay in Schönried for 20 days and no more.

Newselitz features via eBay.

[pigtailpoll]

ROUND 4 PART 1

[beatricecenci]

Franz Xaver Winterhalter (German, 1805-1873)

Leonilla Fürstin zu Sayn-Wittgenstein-Sayn

[ortut]

Martin Schwarz - Das Märchenbuch der Fürstin Marie-Gabrielle von Hohenlohe, 2017-18 (Object, book, mixed media, porcelain, building materials)

[toshidou]

I had a Thought today I feel I need to share with everyone: it would be impossible to 69 with König.

18+ only, duh

That man is so insanely big. Once he'd have your thighs pinned to either side of his face, there's not a chance in hell you'd ever be able to get his cock anywhere near your lips, your torso splayed against his chest, fingers reaching down to curl around his shaft, to touch whatever skin your stretched arms will allow you. And the best part is, he wouldn't even notice that you're desperately trying to return the near blinding pleasure he's giving you, too absorbed in the way your folds glisten with a mixture of your arousal and his spit, lost in the little whines and pleas that fall from your lips at every swipe of his tongue.

Yes, I am very aware that this man has a massive dick, but even then it'd be torturously out of reach, twitching against his abdomen as if it was taunting you. And sure, in theory you could squirm and wriggle and try to manoeuvre you're way down his torso, but if you think for a fucking second that König is going to relinquish his hold on you, you'd be very, very wrong. No, this man's fingers would be gripping the flesh of your thighs so hard he'd leave bruises, perfect indents of his fingertips marked with splashes of green and purple that take weeks to fade. You'd be well and truly at his mercy, unable to do anything but lie atop his chest and take it, stuck between needing more, and craving the feeling of your lips stretched around his cock.

And if you thought that wasn't already overwhelming, he'd be moaning into your cunt as though he was the one getting head, the vibrations of his voice sending a series of shocks to your clit and up your spine with every word and whine uttered against your core.

"You taste like heaven, fürstin," followed by, "Ich kann nicht genug davon bekommen, I need you more, always more."

He'd only notice your struggles after tongue-fucking you through your third climax, when he feels your nails rake deep red lines into his torso, trying to claw your way down his chest, your eyes locked onto the deep maroon flush to his cockhead. Your desperation to pleasure him would be the only reason he'd release his grip on you just enough for you to get your lips wrapped around the tip; knowing that right now, he can make you feel good by letting you please him.

He definitely wouldn't be complaining, however, his head thrown back against the mattress as you languidly swirl your tongue around whatever you can fit in your mouth, large hands moving from your thighs to toy with your spit-soaked clit, if only to relish in the way you whine around him. He'd make sure you cum once more before he lets himself find his own release, your high keens translating to deliciously sinful pleasure from where his cock is buried past your lips, finally pushing him over the edge as he kicks up his hips and savours the way your throat spasms around him, greedily drinking down his seed despite the sudden intrusion.

But even after that, he still wouldn't be satiated. After all, his pleasure is tied directly to yours, so your legs will undoubtedly end up wrapped around his head once again, because the truth is, he can never get enough of you, and you're too good for him to ever deny the sanctuary you hold between quaking thighs.

[friedfriedchicken]

THE BABY LOST BY TWO POINTS

TOM propaganda

Drossel von Flügel propaganda

[medea-of-colchis]

Details, from Crescentia Fürstin von Oettingen-Oettingen und Wallerstein, by Joseph Karl Stieler

[galraluver]

Royal Greetings my love,

Your fics are a work of art, love it!! May I request something for Kolivan?

I think most galrans believe in love at first sight (like Zarkons brain was drowned in pink glitter when he saw Honerva for the first time) and what if Kolivan had this moment as well with (Female) Blade!Reader when he saw her the fist time without her mask on a mission (aka. the best time to fall in love with someone)?

If you're finding some time to write that scenario/headcanon: Take all the time you need honey, i know it's tough writing requests for others (and yours are so good and nice to read on top of that!)

You're doing great, thank you for everything!

- Fürstin Lya

I'm glad that you like my fics so much 🥰 I only wish that I had more time to write. Of course I can; this is a super cute idea 💖

I appreciate you being so patient with me. Without further ado, here it is 💕

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(Y/n) was just the average Marmoran operative; she was trained by Krolia and Antok made her an official member after her trials because Kolivan had been away at the time, so Kolivan had never seen her face before. She'd been out on missions with Kolivan many times and over time she developed a little crush on her leader, unfortunately as far as she was aware he wasn't interested in a romantic relationship with anyone. The only people who knew about her crush on Kolivan were her close friends and Ulaz; Ulaz had a knack for knowing when someone was in love with someone else, even when they never actually told him. (Y/n) did her best to prove herself to Kolivan by taking only the most dangerous missions when they came up and she was successful with all of them, luckily the worst that happened to her during one mission in particular was that she almost lost her left arm.

Kolivan was aware of who (Y/n) was despite having never seen her face and he was very impressed by her success rate; he would eventually like to personally meet her on a more casual level. When he, Antok and (Y/n) went with Allura to galra central command it was (Y/n) who saved Antok’s life, putting herself in danger so that he wouldn't be killed. It was then that Kolivan made up his mind that he wanted to meet (Y/n) face to face as soon as they had time. After the battle at central command, Antok, (Y/n) and Thace had to stay in three of the castle's healing pods, although since (Y/n) wasn't too badly injured she was only asleep for about a day. Kolivan and Ulaz remained at the castle, waiting for their comrades to finish healing; right before (Y/n) was deemed healed Kolivan was in the lounge with the paladins.

“Wait, so you've never even seen (Y/n's) face? And you like her?” Lance asked Kolivan after he explained how he knew the young galran woman, dumbfounded that the Marmoran leader liked someone despite never actually seeing her face before.

“I never said that I held affection for her.” Kolivan corrected the blue paladin, feeling a little flustered.

“You didn't have to, I can tell when someone really likes someone else. That's why they call me the doctor of love.” Lance responded, bragging about his special gift.

“Lance, no one calls you that.” Keith responded flatly, hoping that Kolivan wouldn't take Lance seriously.

Lance gawked at Keith, immediately getting into an argument with the slightly older boy who always had to ruin his fun. Keith didn't see it as ruining Lance's fun, he just preferred to be realistic. Kolivan couldn't believe that mere children were able to fight in a ten-thousand year war and have some degree of success; Shiro had originally whipped them into shape, but without him around then Kolivan feared that team Voltron would fall apart. In the meantime, (Y/n) had come out of the healing pod she'd been staying in and Ulaz decided to go get Kolivan after he gave her a check-up just to make sure she was alright. Keith and Lance stopped arguing when Ulaz entered the lounge, listening as he told Kolivan that (Y/n) was ready.

“Go get her!” Lance said as he cheered Kolivan on, hoping that the older man would finally meet the woman of his dreams.

“Lance!” The other three paladins chided their friend in sync, each of them feeling a little embarrassed from the way he acted around Kolivan.

Kolivan wasn't expecting Lance to cheer him on when he didn't even have romantic tendencies towards (Y/n), he viewed her as his subordinate and nothing more because they were at war and there was no time for romance. Subconsciously he'd taken a slight interest in her, but consciously he'd convinced himself that he didn't see (Y/n) as a potential romantic partner. On the way to the infirmary Ulaz could tell that his leader was anxious and a little excited, and after talking to (Y/n) he knew she was really excited to finally have a little one-on-one time with Kolivan. When they arrived at their destination Ulaz left so he could give them some privacy, knowing that everything would go well between his friend and his leader. As soon as the door slid open and Kolivan saw (Y/n's) face he was awestruck; he just stood there for a moment, taking in her beauty while she looked at him with confusion, he wasn't expecting one of his most talented operatives to look so beautiful.

“You must be (Y/n).” Kolivan managed to choke out, feeling dizzy and lightheaded as he walked over to her; he felt embarrassed for not being able to speak clearly, it was the first time it happened and he wasn't sure how to handle being in the presence of such a fine young woman.

“That's me. Leader, are you feeling alright?” (Y/n) answered professionally prior to voicing her concern for him; she never thought that she would see the day when Kolivan got flustered, she thought it was really cute.

Before he saw (Y/n) without her mask Kolivan convinced himself that he could never fall in love with her, that changed as soon as he saw her without the hood and the mask of her uniform in the way. All he could do was stand there with his mouth slightly agape, staring at her face; if he was in one of those memes Regris had shown him, then he was sure that there would have been tiny beating hearts all around him. (Y/n) was a patient woman and she knew that Kolivan needed a moment to regain his composure; she didn't necessarily believe she was beautiful, but after breathing in his pheromones she could easily tell that he really liked what he saw.

“I just wanted to tell you that you did well yesterday, not everyone would save their superior in such a dangerous situation.” Kolivan said once his brain started working again, feeling the need to say something.

“I had to, he's one of us. Now that we have some time to recover from the mission, I would like to sit next to you during dinner this evening, if that's alright with you.” (Y/n) responded shyly, hoping to finally get to know her leader better, perhaps on a more personal level if he were to allow it.

“I would like that very much. But if you'll temporarily pardon me, I have something important to go discuss with Ulaz. I look forward to seeing you later.” Kolivan said before he excused himself, briefly smiling at (Y/n) on his way out of the infirmary.

(Y/n) reciprocated the smile and felt giddy; she assumed that he wanted to discuss Antok and Thace's health with Ulaz, although she felt giddy about sitting next to him at dinner. Since she felt better she decided to go to her temporary bedroom so that she could rest and get herself ready; there were a few hours left before dinner, and the young woman decided to wash up before dinnertime. While (Y/n) got herself ready for dinner, Kolivan went to go talk to Ulaz who was a known hopeless romantic, if anyone could give him love advice then it would be Ulaz. Just thinking about (Y/n) made him feel nervous because he'd never truly been in love before, but he wanted to get to know her better and with the possibility of a safer universe he was ready to open himself up to her and give love a chance. Until dinnertime, he and (Y/n) would get themselves ready for what would be the start to the rest of their lives together.

[fuerstinlya]

Royal Greetings my loves,

Pa-Chu! Pa-Chu! Pa-Chu!

Stay tuned, darlings!

-Fürstin Lya

[history-of-fashion]

1912 Fürstin Lubomirska (photo by Arthur Benda/Madame d'Ora/Atelier d'Ora)

(Museum für Kunst und Gewerbe Hamburg)

[gracie-bird]

Princess Grace of Monaco attends an event with her two daughters, Princesses Caroline and Stephanie, in Lech-Zürs (Austria), in 1972.

Vera Maxwell on the left? Not sure...

Photo credits: Oskar Spang.

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

~ Trudpert Schneider. Elisabeth Henriette Fürstin zu Fürstenberg, born Princess of Reuss-Greiz (1824-1861), Heiligenberg Castle (Zenophotography)

photo taken 1849, when Elisabeth was ~25yrs old.

via wikimedia commons

[yaggy031910]

Links with reference to Joachim Murat

After finding a fourth link about our beloved Joachim Murat, I decided to do a bigger post which contains all of the links I have found so far! Have fun with it. ☺️✨

Gallois, Léonard: Histoire de Joachim Murat (French)

Maceroni, Francis: Interesting facts relating to the fall and death of Joachim Murat, King of Naples (in English)

Geschichte des Königreichs Neapel vom Jahre 1800 bis zum Jahr 1820 (= history of the kingdom of Naples from 1800 - 1820 in German)

Joachim Murat. Zu seinem Leben und zu seinen Briefen an die Fürstin Amalie Zephyrine von Hohenzollern-Sigmaringen (= Joachim Murat. About his life and his letters at Princess Amalie Zephyrine of Hohenzollern-Sigmaringen in German)

Das Großherzogthum Berg unter Joachim Murat, Napoleon I. und Louis Napoleon 1806 - 1813 (= the Grand Duchy of Berg under Joachim Murat, Napoleon I. and Louis Napoleon 1806 - 1813 in German)

Vie de Joachim Murat, et relation des événements politiques & militaires qui l'ont précipité du trône de Naples (= Life of Joachim Murat, and relation to political and military events which precipitate him from the throne of Naples in French)

Conversação que teve o Principe Murat com D. Manoel Godoy, relativa aos successos da Hespanha (I am not even trying to translate this. It’s in Portuguese)

Lettre d'un Anglais à son retour en Angleterre d'un voyage en Italie, au mois d'Aout 1814, sur le roi Joachim Murat: augmentée de notes pour servir à l'histoire du général Murat (= Letter from an Englishman on his return to England from a trip to Italy in August 1814, about King Joachim Murat: with additional notes for the history of General Murat in French)

[pdouwes]

“ Selbst wenn sie eine Fürstin wär, was will sie hier in Manderley? Für mich gibt es auf dieser Welt nur eine Mrs. de Winter. Denn ruht dein Körper auch im Grab, dein Geist ist noch in Manderley und keine nimmt dir deinen Platz, niemals! “