#Queen Crowned Katherine

[thewritersrambles]

"His heart broke a bit to hear her, his Arsinoe, his fierce, tenacious, headstrong Arsinoe sound so broken. It shattered to know there was nothing he could do to take the pain away, to place her sorrow on his shoulders and spare her the trauma."

~Excrept from One Dark Gift chapter 2 which will release on Thursday, 28 November 2024 on AO3

[wonder-worker]

I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the end of her family name.

I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.

Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.

All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:

“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”

Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.

[bookish-rival]

Kiss under the gevran Mistletoe

Art by the amazing @gessueter and commissioned by the lovely @StardustSteph(Twitter) aka @leiaamidala

A short fanfic of Wren x Alarik from the books Twin Crowns, Cursed Crowns and Burning Crowns by Catherine Doyle & Katherine Webber

Pairing/Ship: Queen Wren Greenrock, King Alarik Felsing

Trope: Enemies to Lovers, Rivals To Lovers, Fluff, Angst

Warning: Mention of characters death, cursing

Summary:

Queen Wren needed some fresh air during festivities held at Grinstad Palace, hosted by Royal Family of Gevra. While taking a stroll through the quiet hallways together, Wren and Alarik noticed a Mistletoe hanging above them. Wren is given a choice. To either kiss her mortal enemy (once again) or walk away, ignoring her growing feelings for him.

WARNING! This story takes place after the second book, so HUGE SPOILER ALERT FOR BOTH BOOKS!

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Hi!

This is my first EVER story I’ve written and posted here. The Twin Crowns series has captured my heart for some time now, and only after reading the second one did I start imagining my own stories for these characters.

The books are absolutely amazing! I cannot wait for the third and final book of this trilogy.

I therefore tried to come up with my own little scenario.

A few things in advance: This is my first fanfic I wrote and English is only my second language, so there might be a lot of mistake in there. I also used exact parts from the books to fill in the flashbacks, so if some parts sound familiar than that’s because it’s 100% copied from the books hahaha.

I also didn’t know how to set the scene and mood correctly, so it starts of with a fast summary of the books (so big spoilers) as it explains why Wren happened to be in Gevra once again. There’s a big jump into the story as the two were already walking together. I didn’t know how to start off, so if it feels a bit rushed I’m sorry.

Please show more support to the authors of this series and I hope that you will enjoy this little oneshot.

Have fun!

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The Christmas season is coming to a close and every year the royal family of Gevra holds a huge feast at Grinstad Palace to celebrate.

This year however, the Twin Queens of Eana, Rose Valhart and Wren Greenrock, as well as their best friend and strongest ally King Shen Lo of the Sunkissed Kingdom, have been invited as honorary guests by King Alarik Felsing of Gevra himself.

The cold hearted King of Beasts invited them after a long exchange of letters with the Queens.

Their last meeting included the second death of the King’s younger sibling, Prince Ansel.

After he died in Eana, Wren was forced to bring him back with forbidden blood magic which caused him to return as a living corpse more than a real resurrected human being.

After multiple attempts of warning King Alarik and his sister, Princess Anika Felsing, about the dangerous outcome, they later agreed on letting their brother rest in peace.

The Felsing siblings asked Wren to perform her healing magic to send Prince Ansel’s body in a peaceful slumber, but it didn’t work when she tried.

Later, her sister Queen Rose took on the task and gave the Prince the peace he wanted, and his family the peace they needed.

The exchange of letters with the Gevran King also involved a specific evil witch, that holds a dangerous threat to both their kingdoms. The festivities are a perfect chance to talk about forming an alliance to fight this threat together.

That’s why, even though the twin Queens feel a chill running down their spines just thinking about traveling to Gevra, they still accepted the invitation. Hoping to officially bury the hatchet with the icy realm and additionally, build an alliance between Gevra and Eana, as a gift to their people.

*End of Summary*

The King of Gevra, and the Queen of Eana left the noisy ballroom behind, as they walked through the hallways of Grinstad Palace.

Alarik suddenly stopped under a door arch, as he noticed something on the ceiling. He looked up amused.

“What’s so funny?” Wren said as she looked up suspiciously, trying to see what got the frost-hearted King’s attention.

At first she didn’t realize what she saw, but then she remembered the Gevran tradition, Princess Anika told her about. The so called ”Mistletoe”, saying two souls whom stand beneath one, will have to peck their lips or be cursed for life.

Wren mumbled swear words while nervously looking around if anyone can see them, hoping, even a tiny bit, that their privacy will be interrupted and her complicated flame of desire for the ice cold king wouldn’t develop and confuse her any further. Dammit. That’s exactly the reason, why she was avoiding private moments with him.

Suddenly, her head got clouded in the memory of the first and last kiss they shared.

The time they made out in the middle of her self made blizzard, outside of Grinstad Palace.

She remembers the moment Alarik smiled into the kiss, not being afraid of the witch in his arms or the blizzard at his back. Both trying to find release from their own grief, and finding it, in each others embrace.

She shock her head, trying to get rid of those memories before they overtake her actions.

Only after gazing back at the King’s face did she realize that she must’ve looked absolutely pathetic, looking around for people, turning all shades of red trying to distract from the mistletoe hovering above them.

“I am not kissing yo-“

“Too bad, it’s tradition.” King Alarik stepped foward, cutting her off. She immediately looked away trying to hide her red face.

Wren couldn’t take it, she was looking like a fool in this moment. Trying to get the upper hand in this, she took a stride towards him, facing him directly.

“Where’s your mother? I’d rather kiss her.”

A chuckle escaped his throat. “That’s very low. Even for-“

“A witch?” Wren crossed her arms.

“-you.” Alarik finished.

“Same thing.”

Another low chuckle. “You may be a witch, having your own kind of spells…”

Alarik glided even closer, making Wren tilt her head to look in his shining blue eyes.

“But……if you break a Gevran tradition, you’ll end up being cursed for life. Is that what you want?”

“….Are you blackmailing me right now?”

“Perhaps.”

“I feel honored, your Majesty.” Wren said while sarcastically curtsying to him.

“But with all my, none existing, respect for you… I will NOT be kissing you.”

A smirk came across her lips, thinking she finally turned the conservation around.

Alarik hummed in response.

”Oh don’t worry, your Highness…” His sarcasm mirrored her own.

”I never said anything about you having to kiss me.” He said while slowly decreasing the distance of their bodies, causing Wren to retreat backwards until her back hits the wall of the arch.

”W-What?” Wren hated how intimidated her voice sounded. Alarik was so close that she could feel his breath on her face.

”What made you think…” His right hand caressed her silvery strand of hair, until he reached her cheek. He wasn’t touching her cheek, his hand was just levitating beside her face. Wren could only feel a light touch, because her trembling would cause her face to slightly brush against his hand.

Her eyes darted to his left hand that had found itself gently placed on her waist, his thumb soothingly drawing circles over her skin, sending even more shivers up her spine.

”…that You will be the one initiating the kiss.” He whispers, almost afraid that someone will hear them, even though it was obvious that they were completely alone.

Wren’s eyes met his, immediately getting trapped in his gaze.

Once again the memory of their past kiss slipped itself into her mind.

She knew Alarik Felsing can kiss. His quiet ferocity to his passion, the way he held her tightly against him, how he angled her head to claim her mouth and the way she let him back then. The moment his lips seizing hers, the spark being ignited and them being consumed in its fire.

The Gevran King closed the distance further, pulling the Queen out of her thoughts. She slammed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the feeling of his soft lips against hers once again. Deep down feelings of uncertainty and guilt creeped up. But the touch of his lips never came.

She opened her eyes again, trying not to let any signs of disappointment from her gaze betray her feelings to him.

Alarik‘s eyes weren’t closed. They were mainly focused on hers, like he never closed them in the first place, making it seem like he never intended on kissing her at all.

Her confusion grew with every millisecond the King wasn’t moving.

The Gevran King, Alarik Felsing, was a powerful, selfish man. He could get everything he wanted, he could’ve captured her lips right then if he so desired and yet, here they were. Not kissing.

Just staring in each others eyes, as his hands continued to ghostly hold her waist and hair, not daring to capture her with more force. And additionally, Alarik didn’t show any interest of wanting to close the remaining distance. He did not move, and he was not going to move.

The Witch was held loosely in the embrace of the Icy King, free to step away from him and leave any building feelings for the King behind, or capture his lips herself, if she so desired.

Wren couldn’t believe it. Was he messing with her?

Was it all just a game? Finding the perfect time and spot to make her vulnerable and then mess with her? Slowly, but surely, the old feelings of anger and disappointment towards the cold-hearted King of beasts returned. Deep down Wren had a feeling that, sooner or later, Alarik would tease her about the heated kiss they shared in the past. It was obvious that he was gonna be the one who’d bring it up again. He enjoyed it, for some sick reason she doesn’t really wanna know.

But she didn’t enjoy it. She never wanted to kiss him. She hated him. They hated each other.

The blizzard of her confused feelings clouded her mind mind that day, she wasn’t thinking straight. The kiss was a mistake.

Her now furious eyes flickered at his gaze, trying to find some truth in his annoyingly shining blue pupils. Then, a sudden thought overtook her mind. The moment she threw herself at him in the heated moment, appeared before her.

It was snowing in the courtyard as they held each other, both screaming at each other, as Wren’s new magic created a snowstorm around them, pushing them closer, due to her emotions raging inside of her. Snowflakes landed all over their clothes, hair and a single one stopping on Alarik´s bottom lip.

“I hate you!“ Wren hissed. “I hate you more than anyone I’ve ever met!“

“And you think i care?“ Alarik sneered. “I hate you too.“

“Tyrant.“

“Brat.“ He shot back.

“Wretch.“

“Witch.“

“So what?!“ Wren’s gaze fell to that single snowflake on his lip.

Alarik held her face in his hands. Trying to hold her still and stop the blizzard going out of control around them.

“Wren.“ He said with a serious tone. “Stop. It.“

“Make. Me.“ And then, they were kissing.

Wren didn’t know why she licked the snowflake from his bottom lip. Or why he opened his mouth to seize the kiss. But it happened.

She initiated the kiss.

SHIT. She kissed him.

If not for that damn snowflake on his impeccable lips, it wouldn’t have happened. But it did. And now it was gonna happen again.

This time, however, she was thinking straight. She’s able to stop the kiss and the forming of any more complicated and uncertain feelings for the man infront of her. Guilt, grief, anger, frustration, disappointment. Those feelings were just a few snowflakes in the blizzard of suffering roaming inside her, at this time. Wren couldn’t stop the blizzard now, nor ever, she feared. But she is able to keep someone else from getting drawn into her storm.

She had to stop this. To protect herself, and him, from more complications between each other. To protect them both from another mistake.

“Too close…” Wren swallowed as she looked into his eyes.

She was sure that deep inside his gaze, was a spark of hurt and disappointment, before his eyes turned to an understanding look, as he slowly retreated his face from hers. Giving her space. When his hands left her body, she trembled from the lost feeling of his closeness.

This happened before.

She was broken. Too broken to see someone else’s feelings. Too broken to see her own feelings.

To see, to feel, what she really wanted, what she needed.

After failing to heal Prince Ansel a few months ago, she ran away, breaking down in her room. She couldn’t do to. She couldn’t heal the Prince’s soul and give him the peace he desired. Wren couldn’t. No matter how much she wanted to. And she did, want to. She wanted to fix her mistakes. By using forbidden magic, she poisoned her own soul.

She cursed herself. She was broken.

”You are not broken, Wren.”

Alarik’s voice reached her memory. She wasn’t alone with her grief, that day. There was someone else next to her.

It was Alarik. He ran after her that day. He saw her in her weakest moments. In her most pathetic moment. And yet, he had no intention of making fun of her.

“You are not broken.” Alarik said.

“Yes, I am! What the hell do you know?!”

“I know that if you can bring yourself to care about something beyond yourself, you are not broken.”

He raised his hand, curling a strand of her hair around his finger.

When he lifted it, Wren saw that it was bright silver.

“See how much you care, Wren.”

Alarik traced the single black strand in his summer wheat hair, which developed after his fathers death.

“My father once told me that to know grieve is to know love, and you cannot love something if you’re irretrievably broken.”

Back then she was staring at the King, trying to figure out where this version of him had come from, or if perhaps it had been there alll along, hiding beneath his icy facade.

“You once told me that love is a horrible business.” Countered Wren sobbing.

“It is.” said Alarik “But why does that have to change anything?”

Her shoulders sagged under the weight of the truth.

“I can’t fix Ansel, I can’t even fix myself.”

“You don’t need to be fixed. You just need time to heal.”

Wren closed her eyes, feeling his grief as her own.

He stepped back.

A small, wayward part of her wanted to reach for him, at that moment.

To curl herself in his embrace and distract herself from the crack in her heart.

“Go home. Find your healing witch.”

She’ll never forget his soft and fleeting smile. The way a moment of peace in a lifetime of war was given to her, by the man she called her enemy.

He stood back then, and the moment slipped away. He stood back now too.

”But…” Wren’s broken and timid voice reached Alarik in a second, as he once again searched for her eyes. She looked at him, her vision slowly decreasing as tears developed in her eyes.

Wren let the last moment to slip away. But she wasn’t gonna let this one slip away.

She grabbed his belt and pulling him closer, his nose inches away from crashing into her forehead. Her hands were trembling while holding onto the fabric of his shirt, almost turning white due to her fierce grip.

”But…” Her eyes slipped a little further down and land on his lips once again. “…not close enough.”

”Wren...” Alarik whispers, softly, before she pressed her lips against his. Immediately, he melted into her.

Different than their past lip debate, this was a different sensation. Sweet, not hasty or needy. Soft, tender, sincere. Things she never expected from the Gevran King.

This time, the kiss didn’t develop into a fierce battle of emotions, it stayed as a diligent touch, lingering long enough for both of them to adapt their breathing until their chests were heaving in synchronization. Alarik gently moved his right hand though her hair, while the one on her waist continued to massage her tender flesh. It made her lightheaded, forming an empty space in her mind with no room for doubt, grieve, or any other feeling other than….this.

Once again, it was the selfish and fierce King with an ice block as heart, that gave her even the tiniest bit of peace in the battle she was fighting, the one in her country and in herself. This second of vulnerability from both her, a witch queen, and the gevran king, made her feel at peace. Even if it didn’t hold long.

Her feelings were just as confusing and complicated as the man she was embracing. Alarik was a complicated man indeed. Last time she discovered new side of him, it that twisted her stomach. Wren didn’t like how it cast Alarik in a different light, not as a brutal king but as an ordinary young man. She didn’t want to think of him like that. Every time she spares a thought for him, good or bad, it gets intertwined with guilt. It would slowly start to eat her from the inside, until she couldn’t tell if it’s right or wrong. She didn’t want to feel too much, she didn’t want things to get mixed up and grow more complicated. After all, the only person who gets more insecure about their own indefinite feelings, is her.

Due to her thoughts, the young Queen unintentionally squirmed in his hold, which caught Alarik‘s attention. As if he could read her mind, and feel her building doubt, he slipped his tongue through her lips, surprising her so much, that a squeal and moan escaped her at the same time.

She broke away from his hold, trembling more with embarrassment than fury.

“You slipped a tongue in there, you fuckin-“

“Well, you were making weird noises so clearly you enjoyed that.” He joked, showing off his canines. She offendedly pushed him backwards, so her back wasn’t pressed against the cold stone wall anymore.

“This changes nothing. I still hate you.”

“Didn’t seem that way a second ago.”

“I-“

“You kissed me.“

“Shut up.”

“That was-“

“That never happened.“

“Wren, I don’t think this ego lift is ever going to fade.“

She attacked him with a punch. Like he saw it coming, Alarik caught her wrist and pulled her into his chest, holding her hand against his heart.

“Still hate me?”

“Definitely.”

“Just as much?”

“Hmm…maybe…” she reached her other hand infront of his face. Her fingers pressed strongly against each other, not leaving a gap between the tips. ”This…less.”

Alarik smirked, distancing himself once again as he lead her hand towards his face.

”I’ll take what I can get.” He pressed his lips to her hand. Wren silently gasped as the feeling of his lips left her skin.

”I need a drink.”

”What’s the magic word?” Alarik said, jokingly.

“Oh, yeah nevermind. I’ll get it myself.” She scooted past him, hearing a faint chuckle erupt from his mouth.

Together, they made their way back to the festivities, shoulders brushing softly with each step, as the sound of their footsteps, just like their feelings of distrust towards one another, slowly quiet down.

The End.

[simshousewindsor]

CORONATION PART 2: THE PROCESSION

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: "At 10:00 AM the gates of Buckingsim Palace opened signaling the monarch is ready to depart. The balusters will be lowered just before the royal guard approaches. The Procession is about to begin and will follow a direct route to the Abbey."

Shon Gableton [SNN]: "Live at Westsimster Abbey, Hallie Howell is awaiting the arrival of the Royal family."

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: "Hallie, how is it?"

Hallie Howell [SNN]: Hi, Shon and Cameron! It's glorious here! There is such a feeling of newness in the air. It's palpable.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: "We can feel it!"

Shon Gableton [SNN]: "The balusters were just lowered at the palace, and the Queen's procession is in view. Let's head back there."

- - - - - ROYAL PROCESSION - - - - -

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Royal Guards lead the King's State Coach, carrying Queen Katherine I and Rainier, Prince consort. The coach is being pulled by 4 white Stallions.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: The King's State Coach was first used at the coronation of King Albert I in 1784 and has since been used to transport every monarch to their coronation. The coach has taken the longer route from Buckingsim Palace, down The Mall, since the coronation of King Edward I in 1888.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Rounding The Lara-Leigh Memorial, the Queen and Prince consort wave to the adoring crowd.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: This is our first glimpse of Her Majesty wearing the State Diamond Diadem, made in 1784 for King Albert I. Since King Albert I, the Diadem has only been worn by Windenburg queens, whether they reigned or were consorts. It was first worn by Queen Isabella, consort to Albert I, when she ruled as Regent from 1828-1832, after the Kings death.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Just behind The Queen's coach, in The Rolls Royce State Limousine, is The Queen Mother, The Prince of Brindleton Bay, and The Princess Grace. The little prince was expected to be amongst Royal Pages but insiders say The Queen preferred Maids of Honor.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: 136 years later, history is made as Queen Katherine I travels down The Mall preparing to be crowned this nations first Queen!

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Let's head to Westsimster Abbey as the royal family arrives. Hallie?

Hallie Howell [SNN]: Yes, Cameron. The Royal Family has just arrived! The crowd erupted in a loud roar upon seeing four black Rolls Royce's, bearing the royal flag, approaching carrying senior members of the royal family.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Guards stood at attention while the Queen and Prince consort's procession passed.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The tomb of the unknown soldier sits underneath Memorial Arch, and is the central location for Remembrance Day observations to honor armed forces members who have died in the line of duty.

Hallie Howell [SNN]: Back at the Abbey, the Duke and Duchess of Kent are the first to arrive, showing their roles as the most senior members of the royal family. Their Royal Highnesses also arrive in formal robes. The Duke wearing his Order of the Garter robe while the Duchess wears the Royal Edwardian Order mantle, reflecting her status as a Dame Grand Cross of the Royal Edwardian Order.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: "King George I named her a Dame Grand Cross of the Royal Edwardian Order, the highest possible rank, in 2007."

Hallie Howell [SNN]: He did, indeed!

Hallie Howell [SNN]: The Earl and Countess of St Peters followed. Prince Leo, heir to the dukedom of Kent, donned not only his Queen Katherine I Coronation medal but his Royal Edwardian Order, which were bestowed upon His Royal Highness last month. The Countess, wearing a green @sentate dress, wore the Royal Family Order of George I.

Hallie Howell [SNN]: Third to arrive is the younger sister of Queen Katherine, Princess Lara, Countess of Boykins and her husband Anthony, Earl of Boykins. The Princess is wearing a traditional coronation gown and tiara, along with the Windsor sash and the Royal Family Order of George I.

Hallie Howell [SNN]: The Duke and Duchess of Hastings arrive also in formal robes; equal to that of The Duke and Duchess of Kent. The Duke was invested as a Knight of the Garter in 2020 while the Duchess was invested as a Dame Grand Cross of the Royal Edwardian Order in 2022.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: "You can see the slight difference in their robes."

Hallie Howell [SNN]: Yes, the robes of the Edwardian Order features a red stripe along the border. In a statement just released from the palace:

"At the request of the Queen and Prince consort, Dukes and Duchesses both are wearing formal robes and mantels for the [historic] occasion."

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: So, now we know attires have been well coordinated for the senior royals. Just like the royal guardsmen in the Queen's gorgeous procession, having just passed Memorial Arch.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Yes! Her Majesty's procession is making its way down Parliament Square Street.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Crowds cheer as Queen Katherine and Prince Rainier pass.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: At the west door of the Abbey, Officers of the Order of Knighthood descend from upstairs to begin the Coronation Procession. It will be a procession composed of elements of both the Church and State, the Spiritual and Temporal life of our land.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Representatives of The Knights of the most noble Order of the Garter make their way down the naive first, in their blue robes. They are followed by representatives of the most honorable Order of the Protea, in robes of green.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: The rich blue carpet spreads down the aisle of the sanctuary, which hides the black and white checkered floor of the choir of the Abbey. The beautiful contrast of colors inside the abbey is on full display.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: Once again the color changes and there comes the most ancient Order of the Iwé, in scarlet robes.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: After a brief gap, the Prime Minister of Brindleton Bay along with the Prime Minister of Sulani follow. Behind them, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, the Rt. Hon. Sir Linwood Keller, Knight of the Garter.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Immediately behind the Prime Minister is the Dean of Westsimster. He leads the next procession through the screen under the orchestra and the organ and out into the brilliance of the choir. We see them now, high above the alter, as the Cross of Westsimster is born by the Rev. Hilliard.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: Following the dean are Representatives from the churches of Windenburg and Brindleton Bay, showing the processions transition from State to Church.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: The Church of Winenburg representatives include the Lord Bishops who end the first part of the coronation procession.

Cameron Dorly [SNN]: After a brief pause, we see a glimpse of the Heralds in their full splendor. Four Windenburg heralds followed by one Brindleton Bay herald stand as trumpets play announcing The Queen.

Shon Gableton [SNN]: With the sound of the trumpets anthem, The Queen and Prince consort's arrival at the Abbey has been announced.

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[gabbrietteleighbechtel]

Me, every time someone insults/diminishes Catherine of Aragon in order to uplift Anne Boleyn (It’s actually worse when it comes from a ‘historian’)

[queenmarytudor]

BECOMING ELIZABETH REWRITE

I’m so sorry this is like 2 years late lol.

After my re-imagining of The Spanish Princess Series 2 (as well as a proposed series revolving around Mary I’s adolescence) here I am, constructing a more historically accurate version of the Starz series Becoming Elizabeth.

I mixed two rebellions (Kett’s and Prayer Book) together and shortened the episode count, because we did not need six episodes of Thomas Seymour! 

This is Elizabeth learning from a variety of mentors to actually... become Elizabeth, Gloriana! 

Episode One - Replete With Sorrow

In the middle of the night, Lady Elizabeth Tudor and Prince Edward are woken from their sleep and told their father, King Henry VIII is dead. They embrace weeping as the men bow before their now king, Edward VI. 

The pair go to court, which is clad in black for mourning. There, they have an emotional reunion with their step mother Katherine Parr and older sister Mary. 

The three siblings dine together, reminiscing fondly over their father. Edward asks Mary to attend his coronation; she politely refuses, saying she needs to go and oversee the new lands their father’s will granted her. Talk turns to marriages; there is already rumours that Edward is to marry Mary Queen of Scots as their father’s wishes made clear.  

A proud Elizabeth attends Edward’s coronation. At the banquet afterwards, Katherine introduces the newly crowned Edward to Archbishop Thomas Cranmer. They discuss expanding his father’s religious policies. Overhearing, and jealous of the dowager queen’s influence, the Duchess of Somerset Anne Seymour begins to argue with Katherine over precedence and jewels. Elizabeth watches on, a careful observer on how to react. Thomas Seymour interrupts, erasing the tension and making the irate King laugh. Katherine casts him a grateful glance. Elizabeth is charmed/smitten by him. 

As the Duchess leaves, Katherine says Elizabeth must pack her things as she is going to live with her away from court if she finds that agreeable. Elizabeth is ecstatic, as is Katherine. 

Weeks pass; it is spring.  

Elizabeth sits with her cousin Lady Jane Grey, being tutored by her schoolmaster William Grindal. The two constantly try to beat the other in languages, etc. There is a fierce rivalry between the pair. 

Elizabeth walks with her governess Kat Ashley and lady Isabella Markham in the gardens, still clad in black. She complains about Lady Jane Grey, who always tries to beat her in lessons. Her father would not have stood for it. It is clear she misses him.

Katherine calls the trio inside, where she is standing with Thomas Seymour. She reveals she secretly married him a few weeks ago, and he is now to live with them. 

At dinner, the pair quiz Elizabeth on what she has learned. They’re impressed; Thomas compliments her and Elizabeth flushes, pleased at his attention. Katherine leaves, claiming she feels sick. 

Thomas talks of grief, saying he knows it well after the death of his sister, her brother Edward’s mother. He says her father wouldn’t want her to grieve him forever, it has been several months now and she shouldn’t feel guilty to be happy again. He reveals he saw her in the garden earlier looking upset; she tells him what had happened. He assures her she is better than Jane in every way. Elizabeth smiles and bids him good night.

In bed, she sighs dreamily to Isabella and Kat about Thomas Seymour; did they know he had commanded her father’s army? They warn her to be careful but she ignores them. 

The next morning, she is woken by Thomas and Katherine tickling her. Winking, Thomas offer his hand. Flushed, Elizabeth smiles and takes it hand eagerly. 

 Episode Two - Noli me Tangere

Katherine and Elizabeth watch as Thomas storms about. He is annoyed over his brother being made Lord Protector of the King and he has nothing. Elizabeth approaches him and asks if he is okay. He says can’t Elizabeth ask her brother for help for him? Elizabeth is uncomfortable. She doesn’t have that much power. He begs jokingly on his knees, kissing her hand then her cheeks, and she laughs giddily, the tension disappeared as they talk. 

Katherine and Grindal tell her and Jane Grey that Edward is releasing a new prayer book in English, not Latin with the help of Archbishop Cranmer. Katherine supports it. As a result, Grindal gives Elizabeth an updated list of work. 

Elizabeth is involved in her studies, avidly reading. She rebuffs Thomas’s playful advances, saying she is busy with work her tutor Grindal gave her. Thomas is peeved.  

Later, Katherine angrily asks Elizabeth if is true what Thomas told her - that she had been embracing her tutor William Grindal. Confused, Elizabeth bursts into tears and refuses it. Katherine apologises and comforts her, blaming her confusion on her current state - she is pregnant.

The next morning Thomas comes alone to Elizabeth’s bedchamber as Katherine feels ill. Elizabeth fears she is avoiding her because of what happened with Grindal. She wonders who would make something like that up. Thomas says someone jealous of such a beautiful and smart girl, hinting at Jane Grey. Elizabeth is incensed. Thomas diverts her with more tickling, then suddenly slaps her behind. She jumps, startled and laughs uncomfortably. Kat orders him away while Elizabeth is dressed. She hears Katherine and Thomas fighting in a room nearby over him going to Elizabeth’s room without her. Miserable, Elizabeth puts her mourning dress back on. 

While walking with Isabella and Kat in the gardens, Thomas appears and says he told her she looked better in colours, not black. He chases her around, with Katherine suddenly appearing and joining in. She holds her down as Thomas slashes Elizabeth’s mourning dress to pieces. The pair of them are laughing but Elizabeth is close to tears. 

Later that night an upset Elizabet talks to Kat, who says tomorrow morning she won’t let Thomas near her into her bedchamber. He protests his way in anyway, shaking the hangings as if he is to get in. She pulls her bedcovers up and Kat tells him to go away in shame as he tries to kiss her. He leaves laughing, saying he will get her when he returns from court. 

An ill and extremely pregnant Katherine writes to her husband, and asks Elizabeth to arrange a messenger to get the letter to him. On the outside of the letter, in Latin, Elizabeth writes  “Thou, touch me not”, then crosses it out and writes instead, “Let him not touch me”. 

She devotes herself to her studies, and when Thomas finds her on his return, she is frightened. He doesn’t see her obvious distress, tossing her book over his shoulder, stroking her cheek and begging him to forgive her for the dress incident. She nods, and he pulls her into a tight hug Thomas Parry witnesses.

She is abruptly dismissed by a cold Katherine to Anthony Denny and his wife, Kat’s sister. Elizabeth is upset, and her stepmother softens a little, assuring her this is the best for all three of them. 

Episode Three - Hope Prevailing

At the Denny’s, Elizabeth is devastated to hear of Katherine’s death in childbirth.

Her new tutor, a French preacher Jean Varon, instructs her in the new doctrine and the French tongue. They talk about the new prayer book; Elizabeth thinks it is a good thing but Varon says there are rumours the common people will revolt.  

Elizabeth returns to her old childhood home of Hatfield House, and has a moment of peace with her ladies and Kat. 

They are interrupted by Thomas Seymour visiting. He seems unhinged. Thomas proposes marriage, but Elizabeth is horrified and refuses. Kat thinks he would make a good match considering his status, but she stands firm. She tells her lady Isabella she will never marry, after seeing what happened to her father and mother. 

While walking in her estates Elizabeth witnesses angry peasants tearing down fences. Her preacher Varon tells Elizabeth the people have rebelled against enclosure laws, but chiefly the new prayer book.

Elizabeth learns Thomas has tried to kidnap Edward VI and shot and killed the king’s dog during the kidnapping attempt. 

As a result, Thomas is arrested for plotting to kill the King, his brother and King’s Protector, the Duke of Somerset, and marry Elizabeth. 

Privy Councillors arrive in Hatfield to question Elizabeth, while Kat is taken to the Tower. 

Elizabeth is interrogated. She denies any knowledge of Thomas Seymour’s actions, saying her reputation is being defamed and she wants a proclamation put out denying rumours of any relationship with him.  

She gets her wish, and writes to Edward Seymour to say thank you for the proclamation as his brother Thomas is executed. She is informed the rebellion has been ruthlessly supressed by John Dudley.

With the threat of an uprising and Thomas Seymour both disappeared, Elizabeth gets an invitation to visit the King for Christmas. She is anxious to please him and declares she will wear white for her innocence from this moment on.  

Episode Four - Christmas

1550 bottle episode focusing on the awkward Christmas dinner with the 3 Tudor siblings! 

Upon her arrival at court, garbed in angelic white, Edward rewards Elizabeth with Kat being returned to her. She embraces her governess lovingly. Elizabeth is invited by Mary’s lady, Susan Clarencius, to play cards. She accepts.

Mary questions Elizabeth, unsure whether to believe the claims issued of her innocence. Mary has also heard about an updated prayer book being released that Edward himself has had a hand in. Elizabeth reiterates her innocence. After, Mary tells Susan privately that Elizabeth is so like her Mother...

Edward is preparing for the feast. John Dudley informs him that Edward Seymour does not have the nerve to tell him, but he will. He has broken the king’s betrothal to Mary, Queen of Scots, who is now engaged to the French Dauphin. Edward is furious.

The table is set for a magnificent feast. The trio begin amicably enough, reminiscing on their shared childhoods with their father. However, soon the tension overwhelms them, with all their emotions coming out. Mary begs Edward not to release his new prayer book, but he replies he is not a child, he is King. Elizabeth tries desperately to keep the peace between the oldest and youngest Tudor siblings. The night ends with Mary leaving, ignoring Edward. King Edward orders her servants to be arrested, and has a furious monologue to Edward Seymour. His brother had taken advantage of his sister and stepmother, and Edward himself had taken him to Windsor - a prison! John Dudley was the one who had the nerve to tell him he has ended up breaking his betrothal to Mary Queen of Scots, who is now engaged to the Dauphin of France. He will look an idiot as her mother Marie of Guise is visiting his court soon! He has obvious and ominous shades of Henry VIII in his behaviour. 

In the aftermath of the evening, Edward Seymour is arrested and beheaded. Edward, backed by the Privy Council, announces John Dudley is to be the Duke of Northumberland and new Protector of the Realm due to the loyalty he had shown him in suppressing the rebels, promoting the new religion and aiding the King. 

Elizabeth congratulates her friend and John Dudley’s son, Robert, who has arrived at court to celebrate the advancement. He is full of joy; he has married a lady, Amy Robsart. 

King Edward, overhearing, is happy for them. He thinks it is time for Elizabeth to marry. 

 Episode Five - Sister Temperance

Several months have passed. Elizabeth and Edward are watching bear baiting. Whilst the beasts fight, Edward goes through a list of various potential suitors for his Sweet Sister Temperance. Elizabeth is non-committal. 

She is saved from further answer by their sister Mary, interrupting the event. She and the large company of people with her all wear prayer beads as Mary begs for her servants to be released. Both Edward and Mary end up crying, and he eventually promises to release them. She leaves, begging him not to think badly of her.

Marie of Guise is to visit court soon, and in the absence of a queen Edward nominates Elizabeth to host her. Jane Grey comes to court as part of the festivities and her and Elizabeth’s old rivalry flares again.

Robert Dudley finds it amusing, especially when the King falls into fervent conversation with their cousin on Protestantism. 

Edward is taking more of a leading role in state, having talks with Archbishop Cranmer about the new and improved prayer book. Some wonder if the Lady Mary and others of the old faith will rebel again; John Dudley says he’s stopped one uprising, he’ll finish another if it happens. 

Marie of Guise visits court. Elizabeth talks with her about the young Scottish queen Mary, her daughter, and her marriage, and the challenges of ruling a country.  

During the festivities, Elizabeth and Robert Dudley are having fun together. Robert says his wife doesn’t like court, and reveals his father is trying to convince King Edward to marry Jane Grey. He laughs, guessing from her sour attitude Elizabeth would not accept her as a queen.   

Episode Six - Troublesome Waves

John Dudley wishes to exchange one of his houses for hers, and Elizabeth is not pleased. She reluctantly agrees when Robert visits, taken by his charm. He says she need not fear, for her brother Guildford is marrying Jane Grey now, not the king, who is ill. 

Elizabeth sets off to see her brother, but is turned away by his guards. 

She is extremely worried about her brother, turning to prayer. 

Elizabeth is asked to relinquish her claim to the crown via a grant of more land and money. She refuses. 

She talks with Kat and Isabella. Because of Mary’s obvious religious differences, she has come to believe she will become queen upon Edward’s death. 

News breaks of Edward’s death/Jane’s accession/Mary’s rebellion. Elizabeth is upset, grieving, incensed with betrayal that her brother has looked her over. She is urged to act by her ladies. John Dudley and Mary both send messengers; she listens to both and plays them against each other then feigns illness, arming her guards for protection as she waits for the outcome.

Mary proves victorious and Elizabeth makes orders to go to London. 

Elizabeth greets Mary, assuring her she was preparing her servants to bring them to help her cause. She watches statues and crosses be put back up with foreboding.

Jane Grey and Guildford Dudley are sentenced to die, while John Dudley is executed. Elizabeth comforts Robert.

At night, she sneaks out in secret to see her old tutor Jean Varon. He wants to leave England, but she orders him to remain, telling him not to leave or abscond, but for he and other followers of Protestantism to show themselves in the streets. They need to fight back against what Mary plans! Varon nods, and tells her now Edward is dead they look to her for guidance and hope for the nation. 

Elizabeth attends Mary coronation. The new French ambassador, Antoine Noailles, introduces himself. He says Marie of Guise spoke highly of her, and that the crown would look good on her head... Elizabeth gazes at it thoughtfully, and merely smiles in response. 

[warwickroyals]

Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (36/∞) ♛

↬ King Louis III's Diamond Diadem

July 2nd is Federation Day in Sunderland, marking the anniversary of King Louis I’s oath of allegiance to the constitution and investiture as the first King of Sunderland in 1786. Created over 50 years later, King Louis III’s Diadem is not just an accessory but a symbol of the Federation. Therefore, it is owned by the Sunderlandian government, not the royal family, and cannot be moved from the country nor can it be inherited by other members of the royal family. Its government ownership also protects the diadem from being taken apart, sold, or altered by the royal family. Starting with Queen Caroline, the diadem has been exclusively worn by queen consorts for state events, such as investitures and the opening of parliament. The tiara features prominent rubies and diamond strawberry leaves, an emblem of fertility and righteousness that also appears on Sunderland’s flag. It is considered one of the most important and nationalistic pieces of jewelry in the country—the closest Sunderland has to crown jewels that are still in use. Creation: 1820 by an unknown jeweller Provenance: The Government of Sunderland Wearers: King Louis III, Queen Caroline of Sunderland, Queen Rosalyn of Sunderland, Queen Alexandra of Sunderland, Queen Matilda Mary of Sunderland, Queen Anne of Sunderland (never photographed), Queen Katherine of Sunderland, Queen Irene of Sunderland Commissioned/Purchased by: King Louis III Status: Currently worn by Queen Irene of Sunderland

[edwardseymour]

@dailytudors Tudor Week 2024: Best Tudor What If?

What if Katherine Howard had given birth to a Tudor baby?

“[Marillac] wrote: ‘that this Queen is thought to be with child, which would be a very great joy to this King, who, it seems, believes it, and intends, if it be found to be true, to have her crowned at Whitsuntide. Already all the embroiderers that can be got are employed making furniture and tapestry, the copes and ornaments taken from the churches not being spared. Moreover, the young lords and gentlemen of this Court are practising daily for the jousts and tournaments then to be made.’ It was hardly surprising that as soon as the idea of Catherine’s coronation was floated, gentlemen dusted off their armour and lances to head for the tiltyards. Jousts that accompanied a coronation offered spectacular opportunities for athletic one-upmanship, and preparations for them typically began months in advance. Whitsuntide, the suggested date for the coronation, was the seventh Sunday after Easter, which gave enough time for the court athletes to practise and for arrangements to be made to crown Catherine at a point when she would presumably be beginning to show her baby bump but long enough before it would be unwise for her to exert herself with the three or four days’ worth of ceremonies that surrounded it. A coronation would raise Catherine’s prestige, and a child, even if she (preferably he) was only second in line after Prince Edward, could help her outshine Jane Seymour, her most successful predecessor. […] A baby would guarantee Catherine’s future. If she had a son, as Duke of York and the future king’s brother he would guarantee her position as a great lady. And if, for whatever reason, Prince Edward shared the fate of his late uncle Arthur and did not live long enough to either succeed or father an heir, then Catherine could find herself as queen mother and potentially regent, if her son succeeded to the throne as a minor, though given past precedent in England that job would likely go to one of her kinsmen. In light of how much could change and be secured by a successful pregnancy, it is easy to understand why early modern queens consort were so earnest in their prayers for conception and safe delivery. […] What precisely happened with Catherine’s pregnancy is unclear, and a variety of explanations are all equally possible.” — Gareth Russell, Young and Damned and Fair

✨ terfs/zionists fuck off ✨

[asoiaf-fancasts]

Rhaenyra Targaryen - Fancasts

Age: 07 - 33

08 [Mother’s Death]

14 [Tourney]

17 [Marriage to Laenor]

23 [Marriage to Daemon]

32 - 33 [Civil War]

Appearance: She is beautiful with the Valyrian look and small lips. After her first 3 children she retained the weight from their pregnancies having a thick waist. She is dressed richly and is often wearing rings.

Character: Elizabeth Murray [Younger]

Actress: Cara Jenkins

Movie: Belle [2013]

[She was 8/9 during filming so good for Rhaenyra when her mother dies and she is declared heir to when her father marries Alicent. She is pretty with pale skin, blonde hair and small lips.She wears mid 18th century clothes ish.]

Character: Katherine Woodville

Actress: Elsa Houben

Show: The White Queen [2013]

[Unknown age, looks to be around 8 - 10 years old so good for when Rhaenyra is declared heir till her first half brother is born. She is pretty with fair skin, blonde hair and a small mouth. She unfortunately is only shown in one scene clearly. She wears a 15th century ish dress.]

Character: Violetta Giurgiu

Actress: Anamaria Vartolomei

Movie: My Little Princess [2011]

[She was 11 during the filming of this movie so good for a year before he sweet half sister was born. She is pretty with blonde hair, pale skin and small lips. She wears modern clothes that are still good for close ups.]

Character: White Queen [Younger]

Actress: Amelia Crouch

Movie: Alice Through the Looking Glass [2016]

[She was between the ages of 10 - 12 during the filming of this movie. So, good for when her half brother and sister were born. She has light blonde hair, has small lips and is pretty. She wears fantasy clothes.]

Character: Lucrecia Borgia

Actress: María Valverde

Movie: Los Borgia [2006]

[She was 18 - 19 during this movie so the right age for Rhaenyra when she’s married to Laenor. She’s pretty and has small lips and blonde hair that is a bit too golden. She unfortunately has brown eyes and is not “thick of waist”. She wears 15th century Italian ish clothes.]

Actress: Catherine Howard

Actress: Tamzin Merchant

Show: The Tudors [2007] [Season 3 & 4]

[She was 22 - 23 during this show so good for her during the start of her marriage to Daemon although she does have a love interest that more suits Harwin and is playing a character of an age with Rhaenyra when she was with Harwin. She’s pretty. She has lighter blonde but golden hair and small lips. Unfortunately she is quite skinny and not thick of waist. She wears Tudor ish clothes.]

Character: Queen Jadwiga of Poland

Actress: Dagmara Bryzek

Show: The Crown of the Kings [2018]

[She’s 22 - 25 during this show so a good age for Rhaenyra during her marriage to Daemon. Her hair is brown and obviously not correct for Rhaenyra but with some editing I do think this fancast could be really good. She has pale skin, a rounder face and small ish lips. She isn’t plus sized but she is “thick of waist” compared to the other actresses. She wears 14th century polish clothes.]

Character(s): Lucrecia Borgia & Constance Chatterly

Actress: Holliday Grainger

Show: The Borgias [2011]

Movie: Lady Chatterley’s Lover [2015]

[She was 22 - 25 during the show and was 26 - 27 in the movie so good for during her marriage to Daemon. She is blonde although a bit more golden than I imagined her hair and has relatively smaller lips. She has a rounder face in the movie but is unfortunately skinny in both. She wears 15th century Italian clothes in the show and in the movie she wears late 1920’s clothing.]

Character: Catherine the Great

Actress: Yuliya Snigir

Show: Catherine the Great [2015]

[Suggested by: ???]

[She was 31/32 during this movie to the right age for her at the start of the war. She wears a silver wig, has a round ish face and small lips but unfortunately isn’t really “thick of waist”. She wears 18th century clothes.]

[thewritersrambles]

One Dark Gift Chapter 2

"His heart broke a bit to hear her, his Arsinoe, his fierce, tenacious, headstrong Arsinoe sound so broken. It shattered to know there was nothing he could do to take the pain away, to place her sorrow on his shoulders and spare her the trauma."

Summary:

"'A queen once crowned," Luca says, "is crowned forever.'"

When the army of the Legion Queen meets the forces of Queen Katherine not even Julienne Milone’s Legion Curse is enough to withstand mist and a Queen Crowned.

Queen Arsinoe has always been fiery and she longs to disobey her Queensblood and walk away from Fennbirn forever but can she? And can Mirabella recover and leave the allure of Fennbirn and power?

And Queen Katherine, finally free of the Dead Queen’s grasp, will rule in what she hopes will be a peaceful and prosperous reign now that the mist has fallen, and the Legion Queen defeated...if she ever wakes up.

“A peaceful reign will be all the legacy I need.”

But Fennbirn is reeling, the mainland is coming and Katherine’s gift? Is darker than anyone could have predicted. The only question left to ask is how far will Fennbirn’s Queens go to protect their home and themselves?

[thetomorrowshow]

we stand alone

trust au

fwhip and gem story??? fwhip and gem story from trust au anyone?????

takes place after scott has fallen off the cliff :)

~

Katherine dismisses the meeting with a flourish, which is followed by a great scraping of chairs as the rulers all stand, making small talk with one another.

One ruler makes a beeline for her, not quite able to hide the nervous wringing of his hands. He’d done well, Katherine thinks idly, for his first House Blossom meeting as such a new emperor.

“Hi, Lady Katherine,” says Count fWhip as he approaches. “Sorry to bother you—what was, uh, his name?”

He subtly nods toward the stern-looking elf a couple of seats down, dressed in rich white-and-blue robes adorned with golden jewelry, a crown of white jewels set atop his cyan hair and between his pointed ears.

“King Scott,” she tells fWhip, “of the elves of Rivendell.”

“Oh,” fWhip says. “Are we allies?”

Katherine can’t help but giggle a little. “Yes. You two are allies.”

“Good,” fWhip nods. “Good. I want to be allies with him.”

“See something you like?” Katherine asks, just barely restraining a smirk. Scott has never failed to be extremely conventionally attractive, from his casually bored expression to his perfectly manicured fingernails. Everyone who sees Scott has to do an impressed double take—whether they’re attracted to men or not.

fWhip startles, looking between Scott and Katherine. “No, no, no. Not like that. I’m not interested in—in that kind of alliance. He’s just . . . he’s really cool.”

She can agree on that. Scott gives off an aura of royalty, unlike many of the fresh-faced rulers around the table. He’s more experienced than most, probably the oldest in the room. He beats out Katherine in age by at least ten years, which is obnoxious of him.

“Go talk to him, then,” she prods, still certain, partly, that fWhip is harboring some sort of small crush on the elf.

“I can’t just go up there without a reason to talk to him!”

“Why do you need a reason? Make small talk.”

“No, then he’ll know that I’m not actually important to talk to,” fWhip argues. “I want to make a good first impression, you know?”

Oh, humans and their little crushes. “All right,” Katherine says, smiling. “Ask him how you can make the transition any easier, but not in a weird, spineless way. Act confident in your empire’s power.”

“What transition?”

Katherine shrugs. “Pick a transition and go talk about it.”

Then she turns away, seeking out the Ocean Queen to ask her for something or other that she hasn’t decided yet—she really just wants to push fWhip into talking to Scott.

And sure enough, after he flounders silently for a moment, he nods to himself and boldly approaches Scott.

And Katherine finds herself right in front of Lizzie, who raises a brow.

“So, how can the Overgrown support the Ocean Kingdom in this transition?” she asks.

-

fWhip’s at his sister’s side the moment he sees her fall, and whatever he yells at Scott doesn’t matter because Gem is limp on the ground, her hair is entirely white and she isn’t moving—

fWhip shakes her, once, twice, three times, each more desperate than the last.

Her head lolls from side to side, frost creeping down her jaw.

“No,” he mutters. “No, no, no no no no—Gem, please, please wake up—”

But she doesn’t stir.

That’s it.

fWhip leaps up, barrels into Scott, yells at him and threatens him and he’s gonna kill him because it’s his sister—

Scott throws him off and to the side—fWhip’s jacket goes stiff with ice as he rolls—and returns to fighting Xornoth.

fWhip watches, out of breath, the fight not chased from him but tied down within him.

He watches his sister, across the impromptu battlefield, willing her to sit up, to move, anything.

She can’t be dead. She can’t be.

Xornoth throws Scott off the cliff—good riddance, honestly—and in the hustle and bustle of armies from all sides rushing forward to look for the elf’s body, fWhip crawls back to Gem’s side, pulls her into his lap.

Her eyes are stubbornly closed.

fWhip doesn’t give up. He tries everything he can think of—he pulls on her white hair, he snaps his fingers in her ears, he pokes at a bruise on her arm.

Nothing happens.

His hands cup her cheeks—so cold, far too cold—and he tries and tries to rub warmth into them with his trembling thumbs.

Gem doesn’t so much as twitch.

No. No, no, no—

fWhip looks up, around at the armies beginning to disperse around him.

“Sausage!” he shouts, eyes scanning the crowd. “Sausage!”

The call starts passing along his soldiers—his joyful soldiers, clapping each other on the backs and celebrating their victory—until Sausage is there, hands on his hips.

“What’s up?” he asks disinterestedly.

“It’s Gem,” fWhip spits, his panic presenting, as it so often does, as anger. “That—that piece of scum did something to her; she won’t wake up. She needs help, right now.”

Sausage raises an eyebrow. “What do you want me to do about it?”

That isn’t right.

That isn’t how Sausage acts.

(Well, it’s how Sausage acts lately.)

“Go get him,” fWhip says, voice rising. “Your god, or whatever the demon is.”

“Show our lord the proper respect,” Sausage tells him. “You serve him as well, dog.”

fWhip’s blood pounds in his ears. He can’t take the bait. He can’t assert himself here—Sausage has been getting too full of himself lately, he needs to remember that fWhip is in charge here—but Gem’s life is at stake.

“Please,” he grits out. “Please get Lord Xornoth to heal Gem.”

Sausage only smirks. “He’s already here.”

And suddenly, fWhip can feel him. That choking darkness that always seems to follow the demon, the mists that cloud his senses so entirely, the dread that seeps into his very teeth,

fWhip inhales deeply, then turns to his lord.

“Milord,” he murmurs, inclining his head.

“Ah,” comes the resounding voice, bouncing around fWhip’s head. “One of my servants requires me.”

fWhip looks up in increments—first the demon’s heavy, dripping boots, then his torn black robes, and finally, his grotesque, blackened lips (he doesn’t focus on any feature, his stomach turning, he already summoned the demon once today and he’s fairly certain he lost ten years off his life from that ordeal and he really doesn’t want to strain his mind any more than he already has).

“Milord,” he says again, voice trembling (from exhaustion, or fear, or rage, or grief, or perhaps all at once). “Please. Please, my sister. . . .”

“Speak your request, dog,” Xornoth says lazily. fWhip stiffens as he hears Sausage snicker at his side.

“You vanquished the foe with ease,” he implores, pushing aside his anger. He doesn’t move his eyes from the demon’s mouth. “Please, use that same power to wake my sister.”

And those lips turn up.

Lightly, tugging a glove off his thin, rotting hand, Xornoth bends down and lightly places his disgusting fingers on Gem’s forehead.

fWhip resists the urge to pull Gem away from him, from his tainted touch. He’s going to heal her. She’s going to wake up and be okay.

Sure enough, the frost on her face recedes, color bleeding back into the roots of her hair. It spreads out, down to the end of her long braid, and fWhip could cry for the pink in her cheeks and lips and the sudden intake of breath as her eyelids flutter open.

Her eyes have a strange, almost feverish shine to them.

But she’s awake, and that’s all that matters.

“fWhip,” she mumbles, voice small. “What happened?”

Xornoth withdraws, still smiling that terrible smile, and Sausage goes with him, falling into the moving soldiers all around.

fWhip hugs his sister, as tightly as he dares. “It’s okay,” he says. “You took a bit of a fall, but you’re okay. You’re better now.”

She smiles a little, leans into the hug. She hasn’t been this close, this kind, in months.

He’s missed his sister.

And right now, he doesn’t care that his army is waiting for his command. He doesn’t care that Xornoth probably expects something of him right now.

He only cares that Gem is safe.

“Let’s get you home.”

-

Gem is different.

fWhip properly notices it the next day, when she still hasn't kicked him out of her home at Crystal Cliffs (and he should have left by now, but he can’t, irrationally afraid that if he lets her out of his sight she’ll go cold and limp again).

She's acting weird. She laughs at the wrong times, impulsively chucks a rock at a bird, her eyes seeming to be constantly wet. She scratches her arms with sharp fingernails, and scribbles so hard on a piece of paper that her pen tears through it, and when fWhip picks up the torn pieces he finds sketchy drawings of grinning faces and dead animals.

Perhaps the strangest thing—and fWhip doesn't know how he didn't notice this sooner—is her hair. It isn't the same shade it used to be—what once was a carrot-colored braid, matching fWhip's own hair, is now a deep red, almost maroon, flowing loose around her shoulders.

That one he tries to write off. Of course her hair is a different color. It was completely white before, and Xornoth probably didn't know what color he needed to return it to.

He can't ignore it for very long, though.

Because within a couple of hours, he has to face that this isn't the sister he knows.

She breaks down sobbing in the middle of breakfast, sobs that turn into laughs, until she suddenly falls silent, staring at fWhip with something predatory in her gaze.

"I was wondering," she says slowly, "how far can a body fall without dying?"

Normal thing to say. Maybe she's hoping Scott's alive.

"Can we test it?" she asks, sounding almost innocent in her curiosity. "There are plenty of souls to spare."

Not a normal thing to say. Okay.

fWhip would say that kind of thing just to get a rise out of her. Get her to yell at him. Run away, laughing, Sausage at his side.

She isn't right.

None of them are right.

This isn't Gem. This isn't his sister, this is Xornoth puppeteering her body, pulling her lips into an uncanny smile, one eye slightly more open than the other.

fWhip has never hated the demon more.

But he can't show it. He can’t show it, or else he’ll lose his sister forever.

"Sure," he says instead. "But I don't think we should do it alone."

He needs back-up. Who can be back-up? Sausage can't, he's acting strange as well—and Joey was never trustworthy to begin with—

Her head tilts (more of a fall to the side than an intentional nod) and she pouts, crossing her arms. "We won't be alone," she argues. "There will be plenty of people. We need to do this properly, which means dropping a lot of bodies."

"Isn't there anything else you want to do?" fWhip asks, biting back the desperation that threatens to enter his voice.

Gem huffs. "Lots of things. That one is just the most sensitized for your delicate mind, brother."

She's never called him that before. fWhip would have laughed her out of town. The closest she's come is when she squealed "twinsies!!" when he got crowned ruler of the Grimlands, and he'd tackled her to the ground over it.

She always uses his name.

Xornoth never has, though.

"Makes sense," he nods, every gear in his head turning at top speed. What can he do? "Me and my sensitivities. Because it's definitely me that hates hurting people."

Not that he loves hurting people. fWhip isn't a fan of senseless violence, not like Joey is. He certainly wouldn't sacrifice even one of his citizens for this twisted experiment.

This isn't Gem. This isn't her, this isn't his sister, this isn't the girl who would nurse squirrels back to health and practice spells of bubbles and friendship or whatever.

fWhip wants to throw up. He's supposed to be the screwed-up one, not her. She was always supposed to be good.

"Brother," she says sullenly. "You're ignoring me."

"I'm not," fWhip whispers. He doesn't know how he could.

"Yes, you are. Can't we go right now? I'm not hungry. I'm more . . . thirsty. For blood."

His sister is dead.

He's sure of it.

Scott killed his sister, and Xornoth just made everything ten times worse.

At least Scott did it accidentally.

"Let's go," he decides, pushing back his chair and standing up. "Let's go do it at the Overgrown."

"We have plenty of cliffs here, though. Why do we have to go so far away?"

"Because I said so. And Katherine would love to join in, don't you think?"

Gem doesn't seem to agree, but she gets up anyway, leaving to find her elytra.

fWhip isn't really sure why he wants to head to the Overgrown. Some part of his brain is formulating a plan involving Katherine locking up this horribly wrong Gem, the magic of the fae strong enough to keep her imprisoned.

Hopefully Katherine is willing to see them.

-

"I don't want to be here," Gem whines, even as fWhip practically drags her through the forest. "Take me back."

"Nope, Katherine really wants a part in your evil plans."

"She's too nice. She never wants to do anything interesting."

"Right, but—"

"Stop right there, intruders!"

fWhip freezes at the command, grip tightening on Gem's arm.

Three fairies step out of the brush, skin mottled to match the trees in a way that fWhip can't tell if it's facepaint or their actual skin. They’re varying heights, one quite tall, one about fWhip’s height, and the third smaller than a dog, fluttering around on tiny wings. Even with the odd sizes, they make quite the intimidating force, and fWhip doesn’t dare move.

They circle the two of them, one with a knife bared, the other two with little sparks flying from their open palms. fWhip bites his lip, squeezes Gem's wrist as a warning to stay quiet.

The brush moves again, and out steps Katherine, face solemn, her dress a sky blue.

"fWhip," she says, frowning, as if his name leaves a bad taste in her mouth. "What are you doing here? Unhand the Wizard Gem, and return to the Grimlands at once."

"Yes, unhand me," Gem sniffs.

"Lady Katherine," fWhip says with all the politeness he can muster (he’s getting quite practiced at it, what with keeping his tongue in check around the demon). "I invoke the peace of House Blossom. I have important matters to discuss with you."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Alone," he stresses.

Which is how he finds himself without his leather jacket (confiscated) and his boots (also confiscated), alone in a room with Katherine, who stares him down, arms folded.

"I thought I was your ally," fWhip grumbles, pulling at the short sleeves of his white shirt, feeling naked without his jacket. "You didn't have to take my things."

"We're only allies in the way that wasps and bees don't sting one another," Katherine says icily. "Don't you dare expect aid, or anything of the sort. In fact, I'm surprised that you would even show your—"

"It's not for me," fWhip interrupts loudly. "I don't need aid."

"Then why, in Hycea's name, are you here?"

fWhip resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Gem," he says. "It isn't for me, it's for her. She—something's wrong with her."

That gives Katherine pause. "She . . . was definitely off, when I led her to her usual suite. What happened?"

"What happened," fWhip growls, "is Scott hit her with whatever that was, and then—to bring her back, the demon changed her."

There’s a pause, ugly and jagged, that sits in the air between them like a dropped vase, shattered on the floor, the dead flowers scattered.

"Did you ask him to heal her?" Katherine asks, appalled, and fWhip reluctantly nods.

Katherine's mouth hangs ajar. "What did you expect?" she demands. "You asked the literal demon to bring someone back to life, and you didn't expect him to have changed her?"

"Well, it didn't look like there were very many other options at the time!"

Katherine shakes her head in disgust. "Right. Sure. I'll help, but it isn't for you. It's for—"

"It's for Gem, I know, I get it," fWhip cuts her off. "It was never supposed to be for me. I just . . . she's your friend, so I thought you might be willing to try. Just . . . lock her up, or something? Keep her safe, but others safe from her."

Katherine stares at him for far too long. Long enough that fWhip shifts uncomfortably, looks down at his socks. His left sock has a hole in the toe. He should get a new sock.

"Follow me."

She's out of the room before fWhip can quite register what she's said, but he spins on his heel and walks after her, socked feet making a soft thud sound against the floor of her palace instead of the normal click of his heels.

"Many of my plants have been corrupted," Katherine says, leading him down a long corridor. "Disgusting red vines growing up out of nowhere, killing the flowers. I've been working on a concoction to neutralize the corruption. It’s been moderately successful in the trials—we can give it to her.”

"Wait, wait, wait, wait—you want to feed it to Gem? What if it hurts her?"

"I can feel the corrupting magic in her, fWhip. It's entwined around her soul, crushing it. We don't have time to experiment."

Of course, when she offers the concoction to Gem, she doesn't want to take it.

They meet her in the set of rooms that Katherine had led her to (and there she is, too-red hair, tearing the pages out of a book with the remains of another book at her feet), in the sitting room. The carpet is plush, the sofa off to the side is roomy, but fWhip doesn’t pay any real attention to the furnishings because Gem is there and she isn’t right.

"What is this?" Gem asks when Katherine hands her the potion (and she drops the book), sloshing it around in the glass bottle suspiciously. "An assassination attempt?"

"Now why would I try to kill you?" Katherine says reasonably. "You're one of my best friends. This is a mind-enhancing potion."

Gem laughs shrilly. "You think I need one of those?"

Katherine freezes. She gives fWhip a look, one that he doesn't care to read. His eyes are fixed on Gem.

Then Gem shrugs. "What harm could it do?" she says. "Make me even smarter than I already am?"

And then, in practically a single gulp, she downs the potion.

fWhip holds his breath, eyes scanning his sister for any change. She smacks her lips, looks around.

"So," she says. "How about on to—"

Her jaw goes slack. Her eyes roll up into her head.

Limp, boneless, Gem crumples to the floor.

It’s just like last time, fWhip can practically feel the chill in the air, can practically see Smajor’s stupid face—

He curses, dives toward her. He's too late to catch her, but he pulls her up into his lap and presses his ear to her chest.

After a moment, he feels the movement of her chest and barely can restrain a sigh of relief. She's alive. Everything's okay.

"Is she gonna wake up?" he asks, eyes darting around her face. She's looking pale again—her cheeks have been almost flushed since she woke up again—but not so pale that frost is spreading down her jaw. That’s got to be good, right?

"Hopefully. But why do you care?"

fWhip looks back up at Katherine. She’s watching him, arms folded and face stony. "Why—why do I care?" he asks incredulously. "She's my sister."

"And you're a murderer," Katherine counters. "How can you pick and choose—"

"Name one person I've murdered!"

"Your actions led directly to the deaths of Jimmy and Scott—may their souls bring new growth—and your armies are taking possession of Rivendell and killing hundreds of elves as we speak!"

Touché.

Also, fWhip totally has killed people. He just hasn't told anyone about those.

Probably best not to bring it up.

The truth is . . . fWhip never wanted a war. He never wanted to invade Rivendell. He was happy in the Grimlands.

He's not sure exactly how everything spiraled the way it has.

"I don't expect you to understand," he says, instead of any of that. "Not whe—"

"You tortured Jimmy!" Katherine accuses. "For years! Why?"

"What, is rightful bullying against the law, now?"

"You kidnapped and tortured Scott in a prison cell!"

"Okay, I have no idea how you found out about that."

Katherine's eyes slide away shiftily. "Maybe I snuck into Scott's room and read his diary last time I was in Rivendell," she admits. "But still! They were both rulers, and what you did to them was definitely in violation of many international laws!"

fWhip sighs, rubs his eyes. "Look, I can't—I can't explain Jimmy. I just have—I hate him! He was so annoying! And I'm not sorry for what we did! It was funny, and it made him shut up."

And it's true. He hates Jimmy. He doesn't regret the good ol' years, the beating appointments, the power. It was fun.

"And Scott?"

fWhip shrugs. "I don't know," he says. Katherine huffs, so he continues. "No, really! I . . . geez, he just got in the way. I didn't have fun hurting him, I swear. If that makes it any better."

"Then why did you do it?"

fWhip doesn't answer.

He really never expected to get here.

He could tell, early on, that something was different about Sausage. He was more ruthless, more bloodthirsty. Quicker to hate and make drastic decisions.

He hadn't thought that his and Joey's plan to release the demon would actually work. It was just a little fun, messing with the dark secrets of the world. Back then, before Xornoth actually had power, everything meant so much less. It was a game, just like beating Jimmy had been a game!

He’d gotten too deep before he even thought that they might be going too far. In fact, he'd first realized he was in too deep when he was at the definition of too far—back in that dungeon in Mythland, after beating Scott with a guard's weapon until he finally gave up that tiny piece of information.

He had dropped the halberd, disgust rising within himself as he stared at Scott's pitiful, sniveling, bleeding form.

Then he'd pushed it away and left.

It wasn't like he enjoyed the sleep-torture. Well, he didn't have any real problems with it, which might be a problem in and of itself. But he hadn't gotten excited about it, like Sausage and Joey. Scott had once been an ally, even someone that fWhip had admired. He didn’t want to hurt him. He didn’t want to hurt anyone.

Really, fWhip's main issue was Jimmy.

None of this would have ever happened if Jimmy hadn't shown his stupid face at a House Blossom meeting however many years ago.

"It's Jimmy's fault," he mutters. Katherine laughs, almost as shrilly as Gem had.

"Jimmy's dead," she says derisively. "Come up with a new excuse for your actions."

fWhip doesn't really have anything to say to that.

"Well, we're already here," he says eventually, one hand idly brushing Gem’s bangs back from her face. "What's happened has happened. And I might as well try to come out on top."

The look Katherine gives him is disgusted, angry, and maybe a bit mournful. "You used to have so much promise. You used to be good. What happened?"

And fWhip doesn't have an answer to that, either.

-

Over the course of the next several hours, Gem's hair returns to its original color, her face gains more natural color, and eventually, her eyes flicker open, and they don't glint with any fever or evil intent.

She looks almost normal.

She isn't dead.

Just like the morning prior, she wakes and instinctively leans into fWhip's hold (because he hasn’t moved, hasn’t left her in any of the intervening time, even when his legs fell asleep and his back started to ache. He stayed, and held her, and waited).

"fWhip," she mumbles, squinting her eyes shut again. "What happened?"

She's okay.

She's his sister again.

"You had a bit of a rough time," he says softly, helping her to sit up against the sofa that they had laid her upon. "You're okay now, though."

"Gem, how are you feeling?" Katherine asks, hurrying over. She sits on the sofa beside them, and fWhip leans Gem more against Katherine than himself as she opens her eyes again, offering a weak smile toward Katherine.

"Warm," Gem says slowly. "But . . . a good warm. Not like the . . . the fire."

"That's good to hear," Katherine smiles. "Anything feel strange? Unlike you?"

fWhip slips off the sofa, heads to the door. He turns, hand on the doorknob.

Katherine meets his gaze, eyes hard and unforgiving. She nods, once.

He nods back.

Then he leaves, ignoring Gem's weak call of his name.

His army is currently taking over Rivendell, after all. He needs to be there.

[bookish-rival]

❄️Blizzard❄️

She twisted her fingers in his collar, threatening to choke him. Her magic irrupted and a blizzard roiled, shoving them

closer. There was snow on the King's hair, on his face. A single white flake on his bottom lip.

"I hate you," she hissed. ,,I hate you more than anyone I've ever met."

"And you think I care?" he sneered. "I hate you, too."

"Tyrant," she said rising to her tiptoes.

"Brat," he shot back.

She jutted her chin out.

"Wretch."

He dipped his head. "Witch."

"So what?!" she said, her gaze falling to that single snowflake on his lip.

He moved his hands up her neck, trapping her face between them. "Wren."

His fingers slid into her hair, holding her still.

"Stop. It."

"Make. Me."

And then they were kissing.

~ CURSED CROWNS

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▪︎ art by the lovely @ratttvioli ❤️

▪︎ commissioned by me

▪︎ Characters: Queen Wren Greenrock & King Alarik Felsing belong to Catherine Doyle and Katherine Webber.

》 Please DO NOT repost without my permission! 《

♡ This fanart is to celebrate the final book & the characters featured, so please keep comments respectful, thank you! 

[simshousewindsor]

FIRST OFFICIAL PORTRAITS OF QUEEN KATHERINE I UNVEILED

Just 20 days after Queen Katherine ascended to the throne following the death of her father, King George I, she sat for her first official sitting with photographer Doretha Wilfred in the throne room of Buckingsim Palace.

The 31-year-old Queen was sleek wearing her favorite gold pearl earrings and pearl necklace, the Pearl Sunburst tiara, a red @sentate gown, and the Royal Family Order of George I.

A total of 48 photographs were taken by Wilfred and were the basis of the Queen's image on postage stamps, as well as providing the official portrait of the monarch, which was sent to every Windenburg embassy throughout the sims world.

Twenty-one of the portraits taken by Wilfred will be on display when Buckingsim Palace opens to the public this summer, along with pieces of jewelry from the Queen's collection worn for the portraits.

Her Majesty viewed several of the portraits while on vacation at Beaverdam.

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[fideidefenswhore]

Unlike Katherine—and unlike any of her predecessors—Anne was crowned with St Edward's crown. [...] It was not part of the queen consort's regalia [...] To set St Edward's crown on Anne's head recalls the crowning of a male monarch—Henry—and, more contentiously, risks equating Anne's authority as consort with the authority of a reigning monarch. Not until Mary I's coronation in 1553 would a woman, and the first queen regnant, be crowned with St Edward's crown. This unprecedented deviation from the rules of coronation articulates Anne's lawful right to be queen by placing her in the succession of English monarchs, through the visual link of St Edward. It explicitly brings the authority of the past, and the ancient ideals of sacred kingship, into this coronation.

Hunt, Alice. The Drama of Coronation: Medieval Ceremony in Early Modern England. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2008.

[self-made-cages]

Morgan’s 2024 Reading List

Jan 2: The Nightingale - Kristin Hannah (4 stars)

Jan 10: Eragon - Christopher Paolini (re-read)

Jan 12: Eldest - Christopher Paolini (re-read)

Jan 15: Brisingr - Christopher Paolini (re-read)

Jan 19: Inheritance - Christopher Paolini (re-read)

Jan 26: England - Rick Steves (not rating)

Jan 30: Wolf Hall - Hilary Mantel (2.5 stars)

Feb 16: The Poppy War - R. F. Kuang (1.5 stars)

Feb 18: The Good Part - Sophie Cousens (4.5 stars)

Feb 26: Trust - Hernan Diaz (4.5 stars)

Mar 5: Part of Your World - Abby Jiminez (2.5 stars)

Mar 12: Murtagh - Christopher Paolini (3.5 stars)

Mar 15: The Things We Cannot Say - Kelly Rimmer (3.5 stars)

Mar 31: NW - Zadie Smith (3 stars)

Apr 8: The Sun Sets in Singapore - Kehinde Fadipe (1.5 stars)

April 17: How To End a Love Story - Yulin Kuang (4 stars)

April 30: The Club - Ellery Lloyd (4 stars)

May 5: Remarkably Bright Creatures - Shelby Van Pelt (3 stars)

May 11: Funny Story - Emily Henry (4.5 stars)

May 16: The Husbands - Holly Gramazio (4 stars)

June 1: House of Earth and Blood - Sarah J. Maas (3 stars)

June 2: The Women - Kristin Hannah (2.5 stars)

June 11: House of Sky and Breath - Sarah J. Maas (4 stars)

June 15: When He Was Wicked - Julia Quinn (re-read)

June 22: House of Flame and Shadow - Sarah J. Maas (3 stars)

June 22: God Spare the Girls - Kelsey McKinney (1 star)

June 25: In Cold Blood - Truman Capote (not rating)

June 25: The Four Winds - Kristin Hannah (1.5 stars)

June 29: Rosaline Palmer Takes the Cake - Alexis Hall (4 stars)

July 3: Bad Summer People - Emma Rosenbaum (2.5 stars)

July 6: Widowland - CJ Carey (2 stars)

July 12: What’s Mine and Yours - Naima Coster (2 stars)

July 23: The Gifted School - Bruce Holsinger (4.5 stars)

July 29: All the Summers in Between - Brooke Lea Foster (dnf)

Aug 2: Cover Story- Susan Rigetti (4.5 stars)

Aug 7: Family Family - Laurie Frankel (5 stars)

Aug 17: Plays Well with Others - Sophie Brickman (4 stars)

Aug 23: Class Mom - Laurie Gelman (1.5 stars)

Aug 31: The Guncle Abroad - Steven Rowley (2 stars)

Sep 2: Homegoing - Yaa Gyasi (4.5 stars)

Sep 15: Twilight - Stephanie Meyer (re-read)

Sep 16: New Moon - Stephanie Meyer (re-read)

Sep 20: Eclipse - Stephanie Meyer (re-read)

Sep 22: Breaking Dawn - Stephanie Meyer (re-read)

Sep 24: The God of the Woods - Liz Moore (3.5 stars)

Sep 30: The Great Alone - Kristin Hannah (2 stars)

Oct 12: Before We Were Yours - Lisa Wingate (2.5 stars)

Oct 16: Lies and Weddings - Kevin Kwan (4 stars)

Nov 1: How to be Eaten - Maria Adelmann (1.5 stars)

Nov 2: Home Front - Kristin Hannah (2.5 stars)

Nov 7: The Rom-Commers - Katherine Center (3 stars)

Nov 20: Throne of Glass - Sarah J. Maas (1 star)

Dec 1: Crown of Midnight - Sarah J. Maas (2.5 stars)

Dec 7: Heir of Fire - Sarah J. Maas (3 stars)

Dec 13: The Assassins Blade - Sarah J. Maas (2.5 stars)

Dec 14: Queen of Shadows - Sarah J. Maas (3.5 stars)

Dec 19: Empire of Storms - Sarah J. Maas (4 stars)

[wardrobeoftime]

Master Post - A to M

If you notice any show, movie or character missing that I’ve made gifs of, please let me know. Characters are sorted alphabetically by first their last name and then their first name.

Last updated: December 19th, 2024

A

Aladdin [2019] (Princess Jasmine)

Allerleirauh (Princess Friederike | Princess Lotte)

American Song Contest (2022)

Aschenputtel [2010] (Marie/Aschenputtel)

Aschenputtel [2011] (Annabella | Aschenputtel/Cinderella)

Australia [2008] (Sarah Ashley)

B

Barbie (Stereotypical Barbie)

Beauty and the Beast [2017] (Madame de Garderobe | Mrs Potts)

Becoming Elizabeth (Amy Robsart | Mary Tudor)

Blood, Sex & Royalty (Anne Boleyn | Mary Boleyn)

Bridgerton (Tilley Arnold | Lady Berbrooke | Benedict Bridgerton | Daphne Bridgerton | Eloise Bridgerton | Francesca Bridgerton | Hyacinth Bridgerton | Violet Bridgerton | Queen Charlotte | Cressida Cowper | Agatha Danbury | Penelope Featherington | Philippa Featherington | Prudence Featherington | King George III | Siena Rosso | Edwina Sharma | Kathani "Kate" Sharma | Mary Sharma | Tessa | Marina Thompson | Extras)

Britain’s Bloody Crown (Margaret of Anjou | Margaret Beaufort | Elizabeth Woodville)

C

Cinderella [2015] (Anastasia Tremaine | Drisella Tremaine | Ella)

D

Das Adlon (Sonja Schadt)

Die Galoschen des Glücks (Princess Aurora)

Die Kaiserin (Maria Alexandrovna / Marie of Hesse | Elisabeth “Sisi” of Austria | Archduchess Sophie of Austria)

Die Salzprinzessin (Princess Amélie | Princess Eugenia | Princess Isabella)

Die Schöne und das Biest (Elsa)

Disney Live Action (see the individual movies | Extras)

Doctor Who (Ashildr | Cyril Arwell | Lily Arwell | Madge Arwell | Reg Arwell | Rosanna Calvierri | Miss Chandrakala | Agatha Christie | Hugh Curbishley | The Doctor | Twelth Doctor | Clemency Eddison | Jack Harkness | King James I | Katherine | Donna Noble | Madame de Pompadour | Amy Pond | Bill Potts | Robina Redmond | Becka Savage | Willa Twiston | Extras)

Domina (Agrippa | Antonia Major | Antonia “Antonina” Minor | Emperor Augustus | Julia the Elder | Livia Drusilla | Marcella | Octavia Minor)

Downton Abbey (Lucy Branson (née Smith) | Cora Crawley | Edith Crawley | Mary Crawley)

Dune: Prophecy (Ynez Corrino)

Dynasty [2017] (Kirby Anders | Fallon Carrington)

E

Effie Gray [2014] (Euphemia “Effie” Gray)

Elizabeth Duology (Elizabeth I)

Emerald City (Langwidere of Ev)

Emma [2020] (Isabella Knightley | Emma Woodhouse)

Eurovision Song Contest (1970 | 1974 | 1979 | 1980 | 1982 | 1988 | 1991 | 1992 | 1993 | 1995 | 1996 | 1998 | 2003 | 2004 | 2005 | 2006 | 2007 | 2008 | 2009 | 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018 | 2019 | 2021 | 2022 | 2023 | 2024)

F

Frauen, die Geschichte machten (Catherine the Great)

G

Galavant (Madalena)

Game of Thrones (Myrcella Baratheon | Cersei Lannister | Ellaria Sand | Sansa Stark | Daenerys Targaryen | Margaery Tyrell)

Good Omens (Aziraphale | Crowley)

Grey’s Anatomy (Lexie Grey | Izzie Stevens)

H

Hamilton (Angelica Schuyler | Eliza Schuyler Hamilton)

House of the Dragon (Jeyne Arryn | Alicent Hightower | Mysaria of Lys | Aegon II Targaryen | Baela Targaryen | Helaena Targaryen | Rhaena Targaryen | Rhaenyra Targaryen | Rhaenys Targaryen | Laena Velaryon)

I

J

K

Ku’damm (Helga von Boost)

L

Legacies (Jo Laughlin | Hope Mikaelson | Elizabeth “Lizzie” Saltzman | Josette “Josie” Saltzman)

Les Misérables [2018] (Cosette | Fantine Thibault)

Little Women [2019] (Amy March | Margaret “Meg” March)

Ludwig II [2012] (Elisabeth “Sisi” of Austria | Ludovika, The Duchess in Bavaria | Sophie in Bavaria)

M

Maleficent Duology (Princess Aurora | Queen Ingrith of Ulstead)

Märchenperlen (see the individual movies)

Maria Theresia [2017] (Maria Anna of Austria | Empress Maria Theresia |  Mademoiselle de Chartres | Elisa Fritz)

Marie Antoinette [2006] (Jeanne du Barry | Marie Antoinette | Empress Maria Theresia | Marie Thérèse Louise of Savoy, Princesse de Lamballe | Extras)

Marie Antoinette [2022] (Marie Antoinette)

Mary Queen of Scots [2013] (Mary Stuart)

Maximilian - Das Spiel von Macht und Liebe / Maximilian and Marie de Burgogne (Mary of Burgundy)

My Fair Lady (Eliza Doolittle)

My Lady Jane (Jane Grey)

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