#Rajkumari Dress up like a princess

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Grab Birthday Party Wear Dresses For Women

Rajkumari Dress up like A Princess gives some suggestions for birthday party wear dresses for women. These are:

Little Black Dress (LBD): A classic option that suits almost any birthday party theme or venue. You can choose from various styles such as bodycon, A-line, or fit and flare depending on your preference.

Sequin Dress: Perfect for adding a touch of glamour to your birthday celebration. Sequin dresses come in various colors and styles, from full-length gowns to mini dresses, allowing you to shine on your special day.

Wrap Dress: Flattering and versatile, a wrap dress can be dressed up or down depending on the formality of the party. Opt for a bold print or a vibrant colour to stand out.

Off-Shoulder Dress: For a trendy and chic look, consider an off-shoulder dress. Whether it's a midi or a maxi length, this style adds a hint of romance and sophistication to your birthday ensemble.

Midi Skirt and Crop Top Set: If you prefer separates, a midi skirt paired with a matching or contrasting crop top can create a stylish and modern birthday outfit. Look for fabrics like satin or chiffon for an elevated look.

Maxi Dress: Ideal for more formal birthday celebrations or outdoor events, a maxi dress offers elegance and comfort. Choose from various necklines and sleeve lengths to suit your personal style.

Floral Dress: Embrace the celebratory spirit with a floral dress. Whether it’s a delicate floral print or bold blooms, this timeless option adds a feminine touch to your birthday look.

Jumpsuit: A jumpsuit is a fashionable alternative to dresses. Opt for a sleek and tailored jumpsuit for a sophisticated vibe or a playful romper for a casual birthday gathering.

Remember to accessorize your chosen outfit with statement jewellery, a stylish clutch, and a pair of heels or flats, depending on the dress code and venue of the birthday party. Most importantly, wear whatever makes you feel confident and fabulous on your special day!

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[biblioklept-writes]

The Foreign Queen, Part 5

Aemond Targaryen x Desi!Reader

Summary: Alicent had invited you the feast to get to know Aemond better, and you properly spoke with the Prince for the first time.

Alternatively, Aemond finds you full of surprises.

Word Count: 2.5k

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You had found yourself dressed in an elaborate Westerosi gown, the red silk soft against your skin. The corset they had put you in was… strange, having your chest and waist squeezed into place. As for the hair,  your handmaiden, Kavita, had delicately fastened your gold tiara with a complex braid and the rest of your dark hair flowing. You felt like a bride, dressed in such fine red, for red is the colour of brides and married women in your culture.

“You will be the true beauty amongst these people, rajkumari,” Kavita said, her coppery complexion gleaming in the afternoon sun. “I am certain they’d have never seen a woman as exquisite as you,” 

“I hope your words are true,” You sighed. Always being one to dress for yourself, it would be perhaps the first time you had dressed to impress. You had an audience to present yourself to - your nation’s reputation rested on your shoulders. You reminded yourself of their mannerisms and food styles, when to start eating and how to speak in their tongue. With your luck, this would be the time you’d forget all english and sit there making a fool of yourself.

“The carriage is here for you, rajkumari,” Your personal guard, Raman, said. He was a big man - tall and built of strong muscles. “The One-Eyed Prince is here for you.”

“Oh,” you said. Oh no, what am I supposed to do? I don’t think I can do this. “Tell him that I’ll be out in a few moments.”

You stood up, examining your appearance once again in the large mirror, twirling around. The boned corset was a bit uncomfortable, and the multiple layers of skirts you had put on before the bright red skirt and the bodice. The mass of this gown could rival your lehengas for your elder brother’s wedding.

Finally exhaling your nerves, you smiled at Kavita before you stepped out of your room. Your lovely handmaiden followed you, ensuring that your dress and hair remained intact, at least until you reached the carriage.

Aemond’s presence was like that of a phantom. You sensed his presence before you saw him - there was a buzz in your nerves and your heart pounded erratically at his burning gaze. And you knew, even though he was missing an eye, he saw more than everyone else. He was power, materialised. People rose from their seats or thrummed in their place, but he brought motion in everyone: they respected him and feared him - and you weren’t so different.

His powerful gaze seemed to burn your skin through the heavy gown, but you held your chin high, meeting his void gaze. You wanted to learn his art of masking his emotions well, because you weren’t too sure of your brows - they always gave you away.  

The afternoon sun reflected the planes of his face, making it appear sharper than it was. His silver hair was impeccable as usual, and his leather eyepatch added to his odd charm. Adorning a long black coat over his usual black tunic, he looked much like the apparition of death as these people claimed. But Prince Aemond was ethereal to look at. And even if your parents denied the marriage proposal, you could pretend to be his for one evening.

“Princess Y/N,” He bowed, offering you his hand. His long, thin fingers shone with a wicked promise. He had the hands of an experienced blade yielder. 

“Prince Aemond,” You curtseyed, placing your hand in his. He was surprisingly warm. Blood of the dragon had fire. A small gasp left your mouth when he gently kissed your hand, his soft lips leaving goosebumps in their wake. Even Kavita had her brows raised in shock, while Raman’s hand instantly grabbed his sword. You quickly collected yourself and motioned him to loosen up.

“I have come to take you to the Feast.” Aemond declared, his voice smooth like ghee. He hadn’t yet let go of your hand. “Your guard may accompany us on a horse. Arrangements have been made for your stay in the Red Keep, Your Highness.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, my Prince.” You said, smiling. He opened the carriage door and helped you up, Kavita assisting with the multiple skirts. The coachman closed the door, and you waved “see you later” at Kavita. 

“You look especially lovely this evening,” Aemond commented, once you were both in the privacy of the carriage. “The Westorsi clothing becomes you.”

“Thank you, my Prince.” You chuckled, heat rising up your cheeks. “It is good to know that my lovely handmaid's efforts have paid off.” Giving him a clear once over from the tip of his boots to the silky hair, you said with a shy smile, “And you look quite handsome.” Ethereal. Fallen from the Heavens.

The shadows through the windows cast a woeful charm on his beautiful face. “You mustn’t lie for my sake.” he said, looking down.

“I think you are too harsh on yourself.” You said.

“And I think you are too kind to me.” He softly muttered, looking up, straight into your soul. A shiver rose from the tip of your toes, but you forced it to stop. “The Red Keep is still far away,” he said.

“And I want to know what a prince of Westeros does to pass time,” you asked, holding his piercing gaze with equal fire. If he was trying to intimidate you, you were going to intimidate him just as fiercely. “With everyone at your command, I don’t think you need to work a day in your life.”

“Well, I like to train with the blade,” He said, raising his good brow. “And I like to read.”

“A well-read swordsman?” You prompted, smirking slightly. Aemond’s tense shoulders and eyebrow relaxed, subtly, but you had been staring too intently. His being consumed the entirety of your focus. “We seem to be more similar than I initially thought.”

“What similarity did you think we had, my Princess?” He asked, curious. 

“You’ll find out,” You said, smiling sweetly. The more you spoke, the more confident you felt. “Eventually.”

“You are a dangerous woman,” He concluded, his lilac eye gleaming with something darker and deadlier than interest.

“And you are a dangerous man.” You stated, holding his steady gaze.

A spark had ignited in the carriage as the both of you fell silent, speaking without words with the setting sun and the cabin of the carriage as your audience.  

Only when the coachman stopped at the entry to the Red Keep did Aemond finally look away, even then the bastard had a slight smirk on his face. He didn’t look at you, the absence of his lilac gaze leaving you with a strange chill. As the carriage came to a stop in front of the castle’s entrance, a servant opened the door and Aemond stepped out, holding his hand out to you. 

The strange spark dancing between the two leaves as you exit the carriage, masks sliding back into place. 

The touch of his large, calloused hand against your smaller one brought you much needed assurance as you stood upright, smoothing out your dress.

Aemond offers you his elbow, and you place your hand delicately on this long black coat, able to feel the warmth of his taut muscles. It was selfishly comforting to know that he was just as tense as you were. Your little mistakes would be easily forgiven.

The boisterous talking and music could be heard outside of the hall. King Aegon and his Queen Haelena were already there, and the lords and the ladies didn’t shy away from impressing themselves. The guards opened the gates on spotting Aemond, and the crowd fell silent as he entered with the beautiful woman in red.

All the eyes were focused on you, and the only thing you could feel was judgement and condescension from your observers. But you didn’t look at them, opting to look straight ahead at the Queen and her mother. You briefly let go of Aemond’s elbow as you curtseyed and he bowed.

“Welcome to the feast, Princess Y/N,” King Aegon said, smirking as he raised his glass. “Do take a seat, and let us entertain you.”

Two spots had been left empty at the table beside Haelena. Aemond pulled a chair out for you and then sat himself between you and his sister.

“You look lovely, the colour red becomes you,” Haelena commented. “I wished I could accompany Aemond and Mother to your festivities, but I had to take Dreamfyre out for her long flight, she was getting irksome.”

“No worries, Your Grace.” you said, smiling. “You can join us for other festivities.”

“I surely will, Mother said it was a lot of fun!” She laughed, and it was the purest sound ever. “When do you have your next festival?”

“In two months time,” you said. “Our next big festival will be Rath Yatra.”

Aemond is sat between the two of you, eye going back and forth as you speak. You explain to them the significance of the festival and how Lord Jagannath and his siblings go to their “holiday home” for about 20 days and the loud celebrations of that day. You didn’t have the temple privileges of Bharat here, but your craftsmen had made little statues of Lord Jagannath and his two siblings.

“You have a very different faith than ours.” Aemond noted. He had a slight smile on his face from hearing you talk so joyously: your cheeks were flushed with merry excitement as the food was served and the wine started to pour. The orchestra started to play upbeat music, and the conversations faded into the background. 

The former Queen’s three children presently mingled with the crowd, greeting the noble lords and ladies of their land, assessing the traitors and the faithful. While the Dowager Queen Alicent was sitting beside you, admiring your appearance.

“You are the prettiest in this gown!” She said, making heat flush your cheeks. Perhaps it was the wine, but it made you a bit more prone to blushing.

“You look beautiful as always,” You loudly spoke over the music. She was dressed in a different green gown than the morning, looking no less stunning. “Green is your colour!”

“Thank you, my dear.” She said, eyes crinkling with a smile. 

You had developed an ability of sensing his presence before he came into your vision, holding a rare, shy smile on his ethereal face. Aemond’s lilac eye gleamed with interest and you didn’t notice people going to the dance floor, your entire attention again captured by this enigmatic phantom of a prince. You felt yourself smiling at his presence, and asked, “What brings you here, my Prince?”

“May I have your first dance of the night, my Princess?” Aemond asked, bowing with his hand extended to you.

“But I don’t know this dance form,” you said, panic settling in your bones. This is how I am going to make a fool of myself aren’t I?

“I will lead you,” He promised. “You won’t fall.”

“Alright then,” you said, accepting his extended hand. He was just so warm.

Aemond’s walk was confident as he led you to the dance floor, but you had never felt so timid in your life as you did now. You quickly observed all the other pairs dancing on the floor, and their impeccable postures and how they moved gracefully with the music.

“Place your hand on my shoulder, like this,” He took your free hand and gently planted it on his shoulder. And all you could think was he had firm muscles disguised by his lean body. “And I place my hand on your waist.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, looking at his face. He was slightly flustered himself, so at odds with the stoic image of him that you had gotten used to in the few weeks he had spent visiting your camp. “You’re not used to this, are you?”

“Hmm?” Aemond asked. “Not really no, I have danced with my mother though.”

“Aren’t you just the sweetest,” You said, grinning cheekily.

“It’s not sweet, actually.” He sighed. “The ladies of the court are repulsed by me.”

“As a lady of another court, I’d like to disagree.” You boldly said, leaving him utterly speechless. His lilac eye was wide and almost searching for lies in yours, you firmly held his gaze as he wordlessly guided you through the motions of the dance. After fumbling your steps awfully for a few moments, you got the hang of it, passing decent levels. It all came down to the fact that the more you did something, the more confident you got.

It was now Aemond’s turn to be timid and shy. He avoided your gaze persistently, managing to look shy, solemn and disinterested all at the same time. If it weren’t for the pink tinge on his cheeks, you’d think he was bored.

“You never did tell me what you like to read,” you asked as a motion led you close to him. He was fairly tall, and you had to look up at him to see his face, but you were glad you did because you could clearly see the slight curve of his lips as he smiled.

“I like reading the history of Westeros and Old Valyria,” he said. “And I love philosophy, the questions of our existence and the purpose of it. Though, I am also fond of strategies and a mild sprinkle of fiction.”

You couldn’t stop the grin on your face at his response, eyes twinkling with excitement. “You were destined to be my friend, Aemond Targaryen,” you said. “Although I do prefer reading science over philosophy, I cannot deny that the subject piques my interest. Oftentimes I wonder why, but I don’t bother to search answers,” 

“Maybe that’s something I can assist you with, Y/N L/N,” he said.

You learnt an interesting bit about him, conversations with him had to be initiated for this was a man who had lived in shadows away from the attention of the crows and didn’t need to speak much. His terrifying reputation and intimidating presence did it for him - how he was a phantom and a physical force, you did not know. You only knew that his silent presence allured you as much as it terrified the others.

And you weren’t certain if that was a good thing. 

The thing about crowds is that they jump to conclusions based on the perspective of a few. Nothing the folks had told you about the prince had come to be true - but there hadn’t been much to say either way. He was a quiet man, but a fierce presence - rider of the largest dragon in the world and a great combatant. 

But he was also a timid young man afraid to scare the ladies, someone who needed a push to start talking. You didn’t think he was capable of speaking so many words before this evening, but even so his eye spoke a thousand words more than his lips ever did. Understanding this man was more about picking up on the silent hints than waiting for his words. This might mean trouble.

Yet, you thought of the deep respect he held for his mother, the duty he felt for his family - always cleaning up his brother’s messes, you had gathered.

Perhaps it was this duty that he felt that made you believe that your father wouldn’t refuse the offer right away.

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Legend of the Waterlily Fairy

Artist: @/HNisBack

A/N: It's that time of year for the second time. Happy anniversary, Prosciutto ❤️‍🔥 This fic is very near and dear to my heart. As it's for an AU that's been in development for as long as I've self-shipped with Prosciutto. While it's undergone countless developments, this is the version I'm most happy with. Last year I'd made a post how I'd ended up shipping with him. And I'm so happy my love for him has only grown so I could write something like this and get such a wonderfully commissioned artwork that I'd dreamed of getting. He is so precious to me...more than I could put into mere words or thought. Context for this AU is that the settings (Arun/Soleil and Luna) are based on mughal South Asia and medieval Italy. The countries were once at war with each other but are in the process of negotiating a union born of the marriage between their respective princess and prince. The legend mentioned in the story is based on Bangla folklore. For the sake of recognition, Pros and Foca’s name are kept intact. But they are originally princess Sidra and prince Gaetano. Ria is my cousin’s OC and a big part of the AU overall.

Pairing: Prosciutto x Focaccia Warnings: penetrative sex, cunnilingus, descriptive vanilla smut Genre: Royal AU, fluff, smut Summary: The Lunar prince visits Soleil to negotiate more marriage terms but is met with a reluctant yet interesting Solar princess.

Translations:  (thank you to @/theschneckenhouse for the Latin translations!) Rajkumari: princess  Projapoti: butterfly  Shapla: water lily  Phool: flower  Pori: fairy  Lal: red  Shada: white  Lehenga: traditional south asian dress  Orna: the “shawl wrap” that comes with lehenga  Chai: Tea (but you knew that) Forma tu: beautiful  Amore motus: done out of love  Ego amo te: I love you Mae Puella: my lover (female)  Principessa: princess  Buona notte: goodnight

Monsoon is near. The heat of the Aruni sun makes the smell of thunderstorms cling to the air. Despite the famed heat, Arun is not known for dry lands or droughts. Rajkumari Focaccia’s personal garden alone attests to the lush flora. And that is not even counting the royal gardens of the palace that hold every possible breed of flower that fertile Aruni soil can sustain. As she watches over the palace gardens from the west end corridor, Focaccia wonders how something to beautiful about her country could bring about such destruction. 

Rich with resources and lush with greenery, her country has been the interest of many a foreign ruler for quite some time. But none of them were so bold as the Lunars who decided to invade her land directly. Leaving the motherland’s beauty in charred ruins and ashes in their wake. Perhaps, she thinks, this is her calling. After all, she has been raised to be married for political gain and the Lunars posed a prime opportunity. Their militia, one of the most renowned… and feared. With their union, perhaps Arun will receive the protection it deserves.

Rajkumari Focaccia catches a stray petal in the air. From a rose knocked too hard by the cunning wind. The same way her soldiers had fallen to the mercy of Luna. 

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“He’s visiting today,” the Queen informs her. 

“I know.” Rajkumari Focaccia does not so much as look up from her book as she lays on the lounge chair. Her simple lehenga leaves her midriff exposed, the lazy positioning of her body stretching the two piece fabric in different directions. 

“Will you try to at least look more happy about it?” Her mother demands. Reputation and dignity are everything in the Aruni court. 

Focaccia pauses, forcing a smile and retrieving her orna from the side of the chaise lounge. “Yes, mother.” 

The Queen offers no reaction, her mind already working to further the day’s agenda. “Go get dressed before he arrives for chai.” Her daughter nods in response and she leaves the bedroom. 

Focaccia heaves a sigh, not knowing she was holding a rather long breath. 

They’ve met before. A few times, and she has not been appreciative of his company. But the meetings are important to proceed with the marriage and the eventual wedding ceremony. Ruling together by his side as the queen of Luna… the thought makes her squeamish. She closes the chapter of the book, a favorite collection of fairy tales,  and leaves to call for the lady’s maids. 

She walks into the dressing area only to see a familiar face. 

“Mina…” 

“Rajkumari,” Mina bows politely. “Which one will it be today? I hear the Lunars are fond of blue, perhaps you would like to woo the prince with your styling choices?” 

Focaccia giggles. Mina has been her friend as a lady’s maid since she was young. Growing up, though improper, she had a disposition spending time with the help. Asking them questions, wanting to help with the cooking. But the queen saw it as unfit for an heir and quickly influenced her out of the practice. 

Focaccia scoffs fondly at the maid’s words. 

“If the Lunars prefer blue then get me the pink one. I’ve no desire to cater to that man.” 

Mina proceeds to carefully unearth a set of clothing from deep within the closet but still humors the thought. 

“Why, if I had a prince like that I would only seek to please him myself,” she says dreamily. 

“If I could, I’d ask you to marry that shrewd man instead of me. He may have the looks but life with him looks nothing short of hell. If you remember, he didn’t even greet me at my own débutante. Had the nerve to be there just to talk to the guests. I knew then he had no interest in marrying me and I still believe it to be true. If Arun didn’t have its resources… well whatever.” 

Clearly, she has a lot on her mind and Mina, kind as she is, always listens to her words no matter what. 

Focaccia slips one hand into the pink sequined top and then another before it’s tied tightly on her back. Despite the modest sleeves, the top of the lehenga has quite a low neckline to show off her cleavage though it was not her intention to dress so promiscuous. 

Mina holds up the long pink skirts with hand embroidered flowers as Focaccia steps into them a bit clumsily. But her dressing isn’t complete until Mina ties her orna to the side. 

“Thank you, Mina,” Focaccia says, looking into the mirror as her lady’s maid brushes her hair that falls limply to the back. “I think I’d like to keep it loose for today.” 

“As you wish, your highness,” Mina replies, moving to get the lip taint and jewelry. 

Silently, Focaccia adorns a gold nose ring tied to her heavy head piece. The queen’s crown is yet to be passed down to her but she feels it looming above her every second. 

Mina applies a red tint to her lips. 

“Shall I call for chai, your highness?” 

“Yes, please.” 

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As the ships dock to Arun’s harbor, Prosciutto sets foot on the warm land with a heated gaze that rivals the sun’s. A predator looking at its prey with grave interest. His commanding strait onto harbor beside his guard, Pesci, has the citizens staring at them with interest, making way for the foreign, feared prince. 

Risotto falls into step right behind his prince, in perfect earshot. 

“I will be taking an audience with the queen first things first,” is all he says for the taller man to understand and walk ahead. And Prosciutto imagines the preparation they must be making for his entrance into the palace. 

“You’re not excited to see the princess?” Pesci chimes in, whispering to his best friend. From the last visit, he had taken quite a liking to the woman, and being as imaginative as he is, could already see her ruling Luna to greatness. But he would never admit that to the likes of the prince. 

He scoffs. “Whatever for?” 

“Well… she’s nice.” 

Prosciutto sighs. “Have your wits about you Pesci.”

His wait by the gates is minimal as he hears the announcer call out his name for him to enter. And as proud Lunars do, he gives a low bow making his deep blue cape dip to the floor. 

“Your majesty.”

Queen Parvati gives a nod in acknowledgment. 

“Come, prince Prosciutto. Chai has been served and the king will be joining us shortly.” 

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“Where are you going?” Ria whispers to her sister. 

“The royal gardens,” Focaccia says, simply. 

“But the prince is here to see you.” 

“He’s here to see the queen and king. My say in this is as important as a passing projapoti’s.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous, If he doesn’t agree to marry you we-“ 

“He will. Because Luna needs it. He’d be disadvantaged without what we have to offer. Marriage or no.” 

Focaccia walks briskly out of the large arched doorways. Perhaps it is avoidance on her part but she can’t bring herself to care. The thought of having to converse with the arrogant man makes her blood boil so she only thinks to be in the place where she’s calmest. Watching the shapla phool bloom on the points by the garden’s bridge.

Recalling her last conversation with Ria, she feels somewhat guilty for treating her so coldly. Her peripheral vision catches the reddest rose in a nearby bush that suddenly catches her interest. The same petals that she caught that morning. 

“Your highness.” The deep, smooth voice almost makes the princess jump. A familiar, disliked sound. 

She turns to see prince Prosciutto, clad in his formal garb with his hands wrapped behind his back. A deceptive smile plastered on his face. 

Timidly, she greets him. 

“Your highness,” bowing as she says so. Unknown to the woman, Prosciutto notices her neckline dip farther at her motion and smirks to himself. 

“Good afternoon,” 

“To you as well.” Focaccia keeps her answers short, turning towards the flower with deep, feigned interest. 

For a moment, they plunge into a silence, both light and filled with tension, as the breeze from the south seas mingle about, making Focaccia’s skirt sway to the same rhythm of Prosciutto’s cape. 

Focaccia, in a way she hopes is subtle, steals glances at the fair haired prince out of her peripheral, finding a certain fascination with the way he regards the pond. Suddenly, she notices him pick up a rock from the edge only to skip it over the shallow pond in one throw. Impressed, she stares without saying a word. 

“What brought you to the garden, princess? We were expecting you at tea.” He inquires, looking towards her to give a smirk before his brows dip into his well known scowl once more. 

Suddenly having lost her words, Focaccia tries to regain her composure. 

“I… didn’t want to waste a good day inside. Besides, the heart of the matter is only to be discussed between your highness and my predecessors.” 

“You don’t think I would have liked to ask you something?” 

She’s stunned into silence and his question and fidgets with her fingers. 

“What is it, exactly, that you would have liked to ask?”

At her response, the prince loses his rocks to stand next to her. It is then that his height truly becomes noticeable, as this proximity isn’t something she’s used to. 

“I’ve heard of the work you’ve done for Arun’s international policies. For starters, I would have liked you to explain if the same would be applied to Luna should we rule together in the future.”

“You are implying that we would rule Luna on equal grounds.” She gives him a skeptical look before going back to her flowers. 

“Why, of course we would. Is there something that gave you the impression we would not?” 

A heavy silence follows while Focaccia thinks. Yes, she wants to say, I do not trust you to give me any freedom of choice. 

“Maybe you are right, I should have been there at tea time as I would have liked to ask you a few things myself.” 

Despite her dodging the question, Prosciutto stands by politely, his interest piqued. He remembers the princess being a fledgling, almost useless looking thing at her débutante. Knowing the Aruni royalty, he was sure she would be married off to some second rate and continue to live some life of luxury and leisure. And for one of the few times, he finds himself to be wrong. 

“What exactly do you think of your subjects, your highness?” 

“They are…” Prosciutto holds back, unwilling to give a straightforward answer. 

“Royalty are nothing without their people. Without their support, you and I… we become unsustainable. And we must sustain them in return.” 

“Is that why you attempted to invade us? So that we, my family, become unsustainable?” 

“You are mistaken,” his tone suddenly changes into something harsher, and more familiar than the feign air of alliance he put on. “Your subjects are not the same as mine to me.” 

“They must be. Should I remind our countries to form a union? But it has come to light you can never view Arunis the same way you view Lunarians.” 

Prosciutto holds her stare, not denying any of her words. 

“Your highness,” she says suddenly. “Are you familiar with fairy tales?” 

The sudden mention of supposed children’s stories confuses Prosciutto. He scoffs humorlessly. 

“The ones I read as a child, yes. The Lunar palace library has quite the collection.” 

“Then I’m sure you are unfamiliar with the tale of the shapla pori.” 

“I’m sorry?” 

“The story of the water lily fairy and her adventure.” Focaccia stares at the white water lilies floating about in the pond and catching the sunlight in the process. “There are shada shapla, white waterlilies and lal shapla, red waterlilies. And legend has a story to explain their existences. 

“The original water lily has always been white. And there was one such waterlily fairy that lived within a white waterlily. She was born there and never ventured out. Until, her floating lily home passed under the bridge of a troll. The old, bearded troll was one of the first the fairy had met. And he told her about the famed red waterlily. Much cozier and bigger than the white ones. And for the first time, the fairy found a purpose to adventure outside. To find herself a better home. As she flew around the pond, learning to fly and use her wings, she came across some beings of interest. Namely a bee, who told her to fly to the edge of the world where there resided a magical lily that would turn red if the fairy wished it to be. Believing its words, she flew for days, months maybe. And finally, she reached the lily of legend. An entity guarded the lily with its life and asked her one question. ‘What will you sacrifice to make this lily your home?’ not thinking, she said she will sacrifice the flowers, the pond where her home floated, the troll, and the bee. Willing to let the rest of those who assisted her along the way die for her safety. Do you know what happened, your highness?” 

At this point, Prosciutto is engrossed enough in her tale, and the movement of her lips, that he almost has to shake himself out of his reverie. 

“Her sacrifices die to give her the new home?” 

“No. She is slaughtered. Her blood is what makes the lily red, giving birth to red lilies.” 

Focaccia plucks the delicate rose she’d been eying since she came to the gardens, wary of its thorns. 

Prosciutto chuckles, and the sound catches her off guard. When she looks towards his face, she’s surprised that he's gotten closer. 

“You imply that Luna is the water lily fair? And what is so wrong of her to look for a new home?” 

“It is wrong of her to sacrifice others for her gain. As you tried to do my people.” 

Not willing to back down, she looks straight into his eyes even if she has to crane her neck somewhat. 

But his sudden movement is more unpredictable than she could have expected him to be. He takes her chin by the hand, smiling at her face. 

“My dear Focaccia, it seems you pose to be more interesting with every visit… truly, you’ve proven to be more beautiful than any flower that adorns this garden.” 

She stiffens at his use of her name, blushing from not being used to hearing it out of his mouth and his sweet words. Should she believe him or not? The rajkumari stares at him in silence and in surprise. Prosciutto must’ve  only used to make her lose her composure and she simply refuses to bend to his whims. 

“I must go, it’s almost time for dinner,” she says, gently moving out of his grasp yet not forgetting the feeling of his calloused fingers on her face. She quietly wonders if the texture was born from his practice with his sword. 

Prosciutto watches her walk back to the castle, her skirts making her look like a stray petal in the wind. 

One year later...

Heavy is the heart that harbors affection for its enemy. And no one’s step is heavier than Focaccia’s as she walks in her nightgown through the dark, dimly lit, and unfamiliar halls after catching some fresh air outside. She’s met with deep browns and blues where there’s expensive wood and wallpapers, making her stare in awe at the large paintings of the preceding royal Lunar bloodline. Each and every one of them carry a resemblance to Prosciutto which makes her remember him affectionately, somewhat guiltily. For he was once the commander that waged war on Arun. 

Luna’s cold, dry night air slips in through a window, making the curtains fly and Focaccia thinks she can hear the stray howl of a wolf. Hurrying, she finally reaches her chambers. Perhaps venturing in just her flimsy nightgown was not a good idea given the country’s climate. She shivers reaching for her door handle when a figure comes out of the shadows. 

“Your highness!” She squeaks. Looking around, alarmed, she hopes she didn’t wake up the rest of the castle. 

“Princess,” he purrs, a mischievous smile plastered across his face. He walks slowly, carefully, as a lion would get close to its prey. Appropriately, he lost his usual wear and is clad in his nightshirt, Focaccia notices. 

“What are you doing here?” She asks, nervously taking steps back near her bedroom door. 

“I wanted to see you.”

“Well… you’ve seen me now so.. You can go back.” Her fidgeting fingers make an appearance. 

When suddenly, her back is pinned to the wall with one of Prosciutto’s arms caging her within and his chest pressing to hers. 

“I said I wanted to see you.” His breath is a gentle caress on her lips and it makes her shudder, his words conjuring a deep plush on her brown skin. 

“You…you must get back to your chambers! It’s inappropriate to be seen like this when we are meant to sleep in separate rooms.” But her words are already falling on deaf ears when Prosciutto lifts one of her legs to wrap around his thigh. 

“Oh princess, but this is hardly the first time we’ve done this.” 

“Yes but…” she moans when his lips find the pulse point in her neck, gentle suckles and licks accompanying lavish kisses. As if by practiced ease, her hands reach out to tangle in his wild flowing hair. Clearly, he’d been preparing for this moment.

“I remember this gown,” he kisses down to the flesh of her breast protruding from the neckline. 

“One year ago, do you remember?” The blues of his eyes shine from the moonlight when he meets her gaze. “I caught you running about in the Aruni palace, in this thing like the little minx you are. Couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks.” 

The nickname makes her look away. “I remember…” 

“Now will you let me in?” He asks, caressing her thigh under the see through gown. 

She says nothing for a moment, playing with the drawstrings of his shirt only to roll her eyes at his smirk.

“Just be quick and quiet about it.” 

Yet he is none of those when he lifts her up in a princess carry to take her through the threshold of her room. Focaccia has to keep herself from squealing in surprise, being scared of heights as she is. Yet she feels safer in his arms than she would around a thousand guard fleet. Prosciutto presents her with a deep kiss to distract his poor princess from her misery. A gentle nibble to her lower lip makes her squirm in his arms. 

“Settle down, little one…” He murmurs with a fond smile. Focaccia’s breathing quickens as he puts her down onto the large twin bed, the four poster canopy and curtain concealing them perfectly inside. However, onlookers would be able to see them through the fabrics as the moon passes through the window and bathes the lovers in holy light. 

Prosciutto finds himself between her spread legs as Focaccia relaxes in her bed, stretching like a sleepy kitten, preparing itself to be abducted. His lazy hand caresses her side affectionately, sending more shivers through her veins. Kissing up her abdomen, he finally reaches her lips once more for an earth shattering kiss. 

“Are you sleepy, my love?” 

She only nods in response but wraps her arms around his neck to secure him in place, allowing their bodies to touch closer. “But you still want this…” She nods more vigorously, giving him a charming little smile. 

Prosciutto peppers some kisses to her face, smiling at her enthusiasm. 

“You don’t have to do a thing… Let me take care of you, princess.” 

She giggles at his words but they turn into breathy moans when he reaches low with his kisses once more. The large, slender left hand of the prince makes sensual little shapes on her breast through the clothing and he remembers how much he’d want to touch her the night of their meeting. As her nipple hardens into a little cherry, he pulls down the fabric to allow her breasts to spill out. 

“Forma tu…” 

Focaccia whimpers at his praise, trying to hide her reddened face behind a hand. Unphased by her shyness, he continues to pepper kisses to the plump flesh, taking his sweet time to reach the peaks. He feels every movement of her body, every careless buck of her hips to meet his own when he presses a gentle suck to her dusky nipple. Prosciutto’s clever tongue swirls before letting go with a sensuous pop of his mouth. 

“Now are you ready for me down there?” He asks more to himself than to her, kissing down her bellow and giving it a gentle squeeze on his way. 

“Open wider, principessa,” he commands in whispers for her to split her legs farther, exposing her unclothed sex to him as he hikes up the fabric of her nightgown. 

Thick curls adorn her entrance, covered in her arousal, making him smirk to himself before applying a gentle pressure. Prosciutto kisses over her plush thighs, appreciating the softness, listening for her particularly loud whines when he purposefully misses her favorite spot. And he remembers the reason why he made sure to station her in a room with thicker walls than others. 

“Please…” Focaccia moans, subconsciously bucking into his fingers. He knows what she wants, but only really intends to give it to her when she begs. 

“Please what, my love?” He asks cunningly and chuckles when she whines into her hands. 

But she doesn’t intend to give him what he wants as he thought. Taking him by surprise, she grabs his head to press his face between legs and wrap her thighs around them, something she’d never done before. Her fingers grip tights to his hair, as if reigning her horse for a sprint. 

“Do it.” Her voice takes an uncharacteristic commanding tone. It makes him moan into her sex, starting to lick almost immediately as his the appendage between his legs throb painfully between himself and the sheets. He ought to have taken off his pants before making love to her, he muses. 

Forcefully, she grinds on his face, openly moaning for his name as his tongue reaches particularly deep inside. Prosciutto moves almost exclusively on autopilot as he grinds himself into the covers and feels his clothing get wet, trying to hold back from releasing before he’s inside her. She sets the rhythm for herself that the prince matches perfectly, squeezing at her thighs desperately for leverage and grounding.

Finally, she spends herself over his face with a helplessly loud moan and her legs easy away, allowing him to come up for breath, and she realizes how carelessly he would allow himself to go without breath for her sake. But her mind is too fuzzy for any words and her panting mouth can hardly move. 

In her reverie, she doesn’t notice Prosciutto removing his clothing completely before hovering over her body with renewed vigor. The blues of his eyes carry an indistinguishable fire as he kisses her with the some mouth he ate her with, making her moan into his kiss, wet with saliva, and her fluids. 

Focaccia feels his hard sex tapping against her thigh and bites her lip in anticipation when he pulls back, bringing their foreheads together. 

“Are you sure about this?” He whispers. 

“… Why must you ask me this every time, right after seducing me into a compromising position no less.” 

He chuckles at her reply, giving a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I know it’s painful, I don’t want you to hurt if you can help it.” 

“I cannot think of the hurt in the middle of this madness.” 

Prosciutto intrudes her once more with a finger and she whimpers again. 

“It’s not enough, your highness, please.” 

At her words, the prince finally aligns himself to her with a hand but not before stroking his flesh to coat himself in fluids. All the while his lover can only squirm to gain some fiction and contact. Focaccia’s moans all but stop at his invasion of her body, with small thrusts, he fits himself inside, snug and warm, whispering “amore motus,” into her ear.  

Once she adjusts, and pleads for him to move, Prosciutto selfishly sets a rhythm to his liking while the princess can only cling to his body for dear life. Her eyes squeeze together as each thrust brings forth a moan louder than the previous. His grunts sound harmoniously with hers, as sweat pools on his brow and his breath hitches when her legs wrap around his waist. 

“Your highness… Please, more!” 

Prosciutto gets impossibly faster at her request, delighting in the way her nails dig deeper into his back. The searing pain only adds to his chase to finish. It feels as though she gets tighter around him with every movement of his hip. And when she squeals into his neck, releasing herself over his shaft, he no longer holds back, giving himself to her entirely. 

“Ego amo te,” he declares. 

Panting, they hold themselves together, welded together by their mutual spending. He places a few kisses between her breasts before feeling his energy pick up. “Mae puella,” he whispers into her skin. 

Prosciutto eases her legs, letting himself free of her grasp. He checks between to see himself pulling out, gently, watching his seed spill freely. Focaccia can hardly notice when he’s slipped from the bed to retrieve a washcloth and her bowl of water from the antechamber. Only when the cold, wet fabric makes contact with her blazing flesh does she open her eyes to meet his gaze. 

“Rest easy,” he murmurs. After a thorough wash of her body and his own, he quickly discards the cloth for the maids to find later. 

“Stay,” she whispers. And for a moment, he considers. Her pleading, doe eyes convince him to bundle up beneath her covers and mold himself to her back. But once her eyes shut and her breathing eavens, he places one last kiss to her lips while she sleeps.

“Buona notte,” he whispers before slipping out of her chambers. 

Focaccia is understandably disappointed when she finds herself alone. She cannot wait for the days when she will wake up with her prince by her side. And she will get to wake him up with sleepy kisses and nuzzles. 

But for now, she allows the maids to dress her, change her bedsheets, and clean the discarded washcloth. 

“Paola, please make sure to prepare a cup of the herbal tea for me.” 

The two maids exchange looks behind the princess who busies herself in brushing her hair. “Yes, your highness.” 

Prosciutto comes down for breakfast in the nick of time. 

“Your highness is looking rather rejuvenated today,” his manservant comments. 

“Yes well… I had a good night’s rest.” 

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Raat ki Rani

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Background: A story set in the colonial past of India.

Beta’d by my lovely friend @madbaddic7ed​​ !

Warnings: harsh languange

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Chapter 3

The hall looked magnificent as if the ghosts of the past had brought them back to the days of glory. The chandelier was lit up, its jewels reflecting light upon every nook and corner.

The musicians played with vigor, expecting a heavy reward for their best efforts and the sweet-scented welcome of every guest added to the pomp.

Every high born around the state was to be present in the feast, and there they were, happy to make the acquaintance of the new British resident. The only glitch was that the said officer was nowhere to be seen, making the Maharaja jittery and a little annoyed.

Soon everyone would start asking questions, for how long was he supposed to distract guests with starters? With this thought, Ganga nodded at Kulwant, asking him to get an update.

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Late again! But the blame was on the delay with the dress they insisted to be worn. What was wrong with the old ones? Nothing when I see them!

Who in their right minds would wear these? UGH. I will have to talk to the culprits after this goddamn feast for that buffoon!

As Damini walked through the seemingly deserted halls of the palace, fixing her stubborn hair, adding a gajra and cursing the dressmaker, she did not realise that she took a wrong turn.

Distressed by her woes of fashion and etiquette that mandated her presence in that debauchery, she walked in a jiffy towards her dear friend, Ashwanth.

The gajra, long forgotten, embraced the side of the marble tile near a very special room. Only the melody of her heavy gold trinkets echoed in the air paired with a certain gift, attracting the attention of a handsome blue-eyed devil who was switching to his suits after giving the Indian kurta a chance.

The sound made him curious like the first night, and his feet dragged him to the halls. Only half dressed, shirt unbuttoned, he looked around and tried to trace the echo. All that he could concur, was a moving shadow with the curves of silk, the bells moving in sync with those voluptuous hips. Coming back to his allotted room, the only remnant of that siren laid across the floor.

The gift.

That smell.

His hand snatched the bunched flowers, as if the grounds would swallow them if he wasn’t quick enough. One whiff and he knew he needed it in his life more than the opium his friends favoured.

So, it belonged to a person after all, and by the accompanying silhouette, a woman.

His woman.

A sudden realization had his pupil dilated, as he went back to the room. She might be at the feast.

If he heard them right, everyone significant would be present in that hall, and she was the most significant.

He chuckled at his poetry, what is wrong with me, he thought. He moved around the room with swiftness but also a renewed interest, humming tunes while he applied a dash of cologne and adjusted his jacket to perfection.

He passed the mirror one last time, stopping to fix his hair. He had to look perfect for his sweet maiden. His brows furrowed, a troubling thought flashing his mind. What if she was spoken for? What if she was claimed already, her heart in someone else’s hands?

Blue eyes turned colder than a foot of ice.

Hands on the desk,

He looked at himself,

A crooked smile gracing, 

Then what?

Then,

A war like no other.

A war that would put Trojan and Mahabharata to shame.

A knock at the door tamed the raging storm in his eyes. Lord Cavill looked up, frowning at the distasteful intrusion upon his whims and fancies.

Ah, the big bad boulder.

“Come in, General! I assume you are here to escort me to the venue?”

“Khamba Ghani Cavill Saab. I heard that the British people are always on time, and yet here I find you, barely dressed for the occasion.”

A smirk laced the British resident’s face as he retorted, “Well you’re not wrong, but I happen to be the guest of honour and I may arrive whenever I may please. In fact, just for that comment, I would like to take a few more minutes before I leave.” And he turned towards his desk and picked up a recent correspondence from the Crown. 

Kulwant couldn’t help but roll his eyes, a movement instantly caught by the blue-eyed man. 

“Keep going! I will take an extra minute for each time you roll your eyes, kind sir.”

It was beyond the General’s comprehension that a man as petulant as this entitled bleached monkey, could even hold the post of a hawaldar in court, let alone be a Lord of some sort. Nevertheless, he was a guest, and of honour at that.

Thus, the loyal servant of the court stood tall and quiet while the firang made his point, albeit unnecessarily.

Once he was done having fun at the General’s expense, Cavill agreed to be escorted to the event. He reached the hall, and couldn’t believe his eyes for a minute. 

The hall looked straight out of a fairytale, and the worth of the mere jewels studded on the walls could help him buy a couple of kingdoms.

He reigns in his musings, and walks toward Maharaja Ganga Singh. 

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“We don’t have time! Baba will decorate his court with my head! Let’s go!”

“Damu! Come on, wait! You don’t even have flowers in your hair.”

“You think I care, Ashwanth!? I can barely move in this outfit! It’s so heavy and so unnecessary! All for that invader and his honour! What can be more honourable than stealing lands you have no business with, right?”

“Damu, don’t be silly! You’re a princess, and you cannot just march into the hall like a maid! Here, let me put these roses and..Can you just.. oho! THERE.”

“That’s right! I am a princess and this is my palace! Watch me..”

The two friends kept bickering along the way. Anyone who had seen these two would mistake them for longtime lovers, and yet things remained strictly platonic, at least from Damini’s end. 

For someone with an expertise in strategising, warcraft and literature, the princess often missed the veiled looks Prince Ashwanth threw at her. How he always brought gifts, only in exchange for her ruthless company and how he bowed down to all her incessant demands, all for her pleasure.

To Ashwanth, she was the key to his future and beyond. To Damu, he was the ever constant confidant, seemingly balanced and loyal to a fault.

As they moved towards the hall, she made eye contact with her father and naturally started walking to him, just like she has been trained to, her seat to his left calling out to its rightful master. What she didn’t realise was a figure moving in the same direction.

Lost in conversation and the pull of the decorum, she collided with a commoner, which only fueled her frustration.

“Dekh ke nahi chala jata kya? Humare raste aane ki himmat kaise hui?” (Can't you see where you're going? How dare you get in my way?)

“What did you just say?! How dare you use that tone with me?

“Poore mahal mein yeh gorey deemak ke bhaanti badhte hi ja rahe hain! Ek din ka bhi chain nahi hai!”(These white people are everywhere, like pests! Give me a break)

“Damu yeh..”(Damu this is….)

“Honge apne desh mein nawab, yahaan pe inki aukaat humaare naakhoon baraabar bhi na hain! Aur aise kya ghoor rahe hain yeh, laaj lajja kuch hai inko?” (He might be a Lord in his country, but here he isn't worth my toenail! And why are you staring at me like that? Have you any shame?)

Lord Cavill fumed at this disgrace of a woman, one who dared to look him in the eye and dared to speak while addressing him directly. Although he could not understand her words, her tone and posture were enough to get her backhanded, had they not been in the presence of company.  

This unruly child must be taught a lesson.

If anyone asked Lord Cavill, a woman’s tongue is only good for two things, sewing her mouth shut and on his cock whenever he pleased. If he didn’t expect the siren of his dreams to be in attendance, he would have put her in her place. Even if he could not punish this puny, dusky troll, he still had a reputation to defend.

“You listen to me carefully woman! You are messing with the wrong man, and spewing gibberish in some primitive language is not going to save you! Do you even know who I am? You are in MY bloody court and if I please, I can rip that serpentine tongue out of that pretty little hole! So you better apologise!”

“Cavill Saab.. please.. that’s my..”

“APOLOGISE? For what? Standing on my own soil? Or comparing you to a termite? None of which are false in my eyes. So get out of my way and know your place or you know what, go cry to your incompetent Lord!”

A storm raged in their eyes, wrath of all oceans combined in his and a black blizzard stirred concurrently in hers.

“Eyes down now, foreigner. ” The Tigress growled in warning.

The entire hall was suddenly quiet at the outburst. The musicians had stopped playing, and by the look of amusement on their faces, this was not the first time Damini Bai Sa had been the centre of attention.

Ashwanth tried pulling her back, her father was shooting daggers at her, while her siblings stood with aggravated expressions, exasperated by this wild child. It was Ganga Singh, who walked towards the ruckus and roared, which broke the deadly silence that had thickly draped the occasion.

“DAMINI! Are you out of your mind?! Do you even know WHO that is? Forgive me my Lord! This is my youngest child, Rajkumari Damini Bai, and I do not know what got into her, she is nothing like this!”

Renu and Revati Bai snickered at this comment and tried to hide their glee when they could see their father’s plan failing. No way will Lord Cavill bed this wild boar! They were preparing themselves for saving the kingdom, all the while reaping the seeds of pleasure from it.

“Damu, this is Lord Cavill himself. What is wrong with you, my child? Apologise, right now!”

“I would rather do Jauhar..” (light a pyre)

“DAMI..”

“It’s alright, Mr. Singh! I cannot expect common courtesy from uncultured brats like her. It just saddens me that you bear this burden on your shoulders! She certainly must have brought tremendous shame to the title of a Princess!”

Damini was about to give him a piece of her mind when Ashwanth pulled her back and gave her a solid glare.

Lord Cavill continued, “ Forgive me, but Maan Singh and your daughters seem like true blue-blooded beings. Has she been adopted from the streets?” His condescending tone should have had all the swords in the realm drawn up, but the language barrier and a father’s resolution to shove his daughter at him, saved the British neck.

Damini could not tolerate the insult and charged at him, “ Oh this is it! You goddamn plague sore! I will..” but was blocked by Ashwanth who was done watching her embarrass the Rajputana pride like a common whore.

“THAT IS ENOUGH DAMINI! Go take a seat!” The Maharaja ordered. But when she moved to her designated seat, her father grabbed her by the arm and lashed out with gritted teeth, “Sit with the guests. That seat belongs to your Master now. And don’t you dare embarrass me further. You are to serve him, and make sure he is left wanting for nothing. Nothing.”

Tears threatened to fall as the Tigress straightened her back, the princess coming to the fore, taking her position in the room, finding her place in the oppressive hierarchy.

Cavill watched her change her stance, a subtle nod to whatever her father threatened her with and for a second, he was impressed by the precise mutation. That is when he noticed the princess for the first time. Not so bad for a desert kingdom, blooming in all the right places. 

Back home, feisty women were his speciality, and he would often tame the likes of this woman, ploughing through their virgin lands.

His eyes wandered to her navel, as she walked to the guy who took her away earlier. Must be fucking her, and not enough at that! If she were in the right bed, she would be blissed out and her tongue tired. He could see her under him, screaming for an entirely different reason.

As the lust awoke, the mere thought of breaking this ballsy female had blood rushing to his groin, steeling his resolve as well as his cock. He had never bedded a princess, and was primed to claim her body for one night.

If that man could have her, she was fair game to all.

He strode towards the prize, steps decisive and eyes frigid. That is when he heard her voice, lowered but not discouraged by any means.

“Ashwanth, they let him take my seat, MY seat! And how could he say that about my lineage!? It was my seat!”

Ashwanth patiently replied, “ Don’t create a scene Damu, a chair does not define your position in the house, neither does some outsider! And can you please stop talking in English? You know how our people feel about it!”

Damini was feeling suffocated and needed to take a breath, but her luck soured the moment she felt thick fingers grabbing her arm, and felt his breath at the nape of her neck.

“You don’t need to get so riled up, princess. You know you can always sit on my lap like the little bitch you are.”

Damini looked at him with such fire in her eyes that it would have put Hestia to shame.

"Take. Your. Hands. Off. Me."

Taken aback, Cavill's grip loosened and she jerked out of his grasp with a rippling force. Much to the astonishment of the onlookers, she turned on her heel and stormed off.

The pride of her tears matched with the stride of the Tigress, refusing to fall before anyone.

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Hindi Terms:

Khamba Ghani: Rajasthani salutation and a way to say hello. 

Firang: A derogatory term used for Europeans/ Colonisers, loosely translating to outsider.

Saab: Sir

Maharaja: King

Gajra: A traditional weave of scented flowers used as hair accessory by women.

Chapter 2

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Rajkumari takes inspiration from traditional Indian attire as well as contemporary fashion trends, blending them seamlessly to create stunning designs fit for royalty. Whether you're attending a wedding, a formal event, or any special occasion where you want to make a statement, their collection of gown dresses is sure to impress.

Their gowns often feature intricate embroidery, luxurious fabrics, and flattering silhouettes that accentuate the wearer's femininity and grace. From classic styles to modern interpretations, there's something for every taste and preference.

You can explore their collections online through their website or visit their stores if they have any physical locations. Additionally, you can follow them on social media platforms like Instagram or Facebook to stay updated on their latest designs and offerings.

So, if you're ready to dress up like a princess and make a lasting impression, consider checking out our website for their stunning selection of designer women gown dresses in India.

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Engagement Gowns

Are you engaged? . Here are some interesting facts about Engagement Rituals . . 👉 Historical Origins: The concept of engagement dates back to ancient times. In ancient Rome, couples exchanged engagement rings made of iron to symbolize a lifelong commitment. The tradition of exchanging rings has endured throughout history and is still prevalent today. 👉 Symbolic Meaning: Engagement rituals often involve the exchange of rings, which are typically worn on the fourth finger of the left hand. This tradition stems from the belief that the vein in this finger, called the "vena amoris" or "vein of love," is directly connected to the heart. 👉 Modern Trends: While traditional engagement rituals still hold significance, modern couples often add unique twists to make the occasion more personal. Some couples choose unconventional engagement rings, opt for destination engagements, or organize surprise proposals in creative and unexpected ways. 👉 Engagement Parties: Many cultures celebrate engagements with special parties or gatherings. These events provide an opportunity for friends and family members to congratulate the couple and offer their good wishes. Engagement parties can range from small, intimate affairs to large-scale celebrations. 👉 Role of Tradition: Engagement rituals often incorporate various customs and traditions that have been passed down through generations. These traditions can include engagement ceremonies, gift exchanges, or specific rituals performed by family members or religious figures. 👉 Legal Significance: In some countries, an engagement has legal implications. For example, in some jurisdictions, a broken engagement can lead to legal consequences, such as the return of engagement rings or financial compensation. 👉 Symbolic Unity: Engagement rituals serve as a symbolic declaration of a couple's commitment and intention to marry. They mark an important milestone in a relationship, representing the beginning of a shared journey toward marriage and a lifelong partnership. And how can you forget to wear beautiful engagement dresses from Rajkumari-Dress Up Like a Princess 😊 https://bit.ly/3NifFKb #engagement #engagementrings #engagementparty #engagementdresses #love #creative #events #rajkumari

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Empowerment in Every Stitch, Wear Your Crown.

At Rajkumari Dress Up Like a Princess, we believe that wearing our dresses can truly empower women and contribute to a significant social cause. When you choose to wear our dresses, you are not only embracing your own inner strength and confidence, but you are also making a positive impact on the lives of women in our community. By supporting Rajkumari Dress Up like a Princess, you are directly empowering women through employment opportunities and providing them with a safe and supportive working environment. We are committed to creating meaningful livelihoods for women, allowing them to contribute economically to their families and build a better future for their children. Every dress you wear from Rajkumari Dress Up Like a Princess represents a tangible step towards women's empowerment. Your choice goes beyond fashion and style; it becomes a symbol of social change and progress. With each purchase, you are investing in the dreams and aspirations of these women, giving them the means to create a brighter tomorrow. Together, we can break barriers and challenge societal norms. By wearing Rajkumari dresses, you become an advocate for gender equality, economic empowerment, and social transformation. Join us in this journey of empowerment, where every dress you wear becomes a testament to the strength, resilience, and potential of women. Make a statement with your fashion choices and contribute to a greater cause. Wear Rajkumari Dress Up like a Princess, not just for the beauty and elegance it brings, but to be a catalyst for change. Empower yourself and empower others by supporting women's economic empowerment and creating a more inclusive and equal society. Together, let's redefine what it means to dress like a princess and pave the way for a future where every woman can thrive and make a difference.

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Boho Fashion

Some interesting facts about Boho Style Fashion... 💃

  👉 The Boho style was popularized in the 1960s and 1970s as a counterculture fashion movement that rejected mainstream fashion trends in favor of individuality and self-expression. 👉 The Boho style is characterized by loose, flowing silhouettes, eclectic prints and patterns, and an emphasis on natural materials such as cotton, silk, and leather. 👉 Boho fashion often incorporates ethnic and tribal elements, such as beading, embroidery, and fringe, which reflect a global, multicultural aesthetic. 👉 The Boho style is often associated with the music festival culture, with Coachella being a particularly influential showcase for Boho-inspired fashion. 👉 Celebrities such as Kate Moss, Sienna Miller, and Nicole Richie have helped to popularize the Boho style in recent years, with their effortless, bohemian-inspired looks becoming a fashion trend in their own right. 👉 The Boho style has had a significant impact on contemporary fashion, influencing designers and retailers to incorporate Boho-inspired elements into their collections. 👉 Boho fashion often emphasizes sustainability and ethical practices, with many brands and designers using organic, recycled, and locally-sourced materials. 👉 Boho fashion is often associated with a free-spirited, carefree lifestyle, and is popular among those who value individuality, creativity, and self-expression. 👉 The Boho style continues to evolve and adapt, with new trends and styles emerging each year. However, its core values of individuality, self-expression, and a global, multicultural aesthetic remain at the heart of the movement

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GET READY FOR THE DINNER DATE WITH BAE ON THIS VALENTINE’S

Valentine’s Day, is around the corner, and it is the most awaited day to celebrate love. You must look fantastic on this wonderful day. Rajkumari dress up like A princess has curated an exclusive collection of outfits for Valentine’s day. The best part is, all the clothes are highly affordable. With the excitement of Valentine’s day right on the horizon, one cannot help but be impatient to fill their closets with stunning outfits. To fulfil your desire, we have an amazing collection of gowns, dresses, jumpsuits and much more in our 99 Store, which is our endeavour to give you’re the latest fashion at the most affordable prices. 

Whether you plan to spend this day with your special someone or with your much-loved girl gang, or with your dearest family, the day calls for an assemblage of the most versatile and head-turning outfits.

YOU CAN NOT RESIST OUR COLLECTION!

We bet you will not be able to resist filling your shopping carts with our exclusive collection. Please have a look at what we have to offer:

·  Bodycon Dresses: Bodycon Dresses are an evergreen choice if you are getting ready for a special occasion like Valentine’s day. We have a plethora of such dresses in different fabrics and patterns that will suit the mood of Valentine’s day. Pick one for the dinner date or a luncheon; you will surely love our collection. Our 99 store dress will take your Valentine look a notch higher. Go for the traditional look of a knee-length bodycon dress with pencil heels and statement earrings, and you will be all set to step out.

·  Jumpsuits: Another famous outfit that will perfectly suit the mood of Valentine’s day is a jumpsuit. This classic and versatile clothing option is the perfect casual outfit that many people love wearing. This Valentine’s day, choose any jumpsuit from our collection, and we bet you will pick not just one but multiple pieces because all our pieces are exclusive that you will not find anywhere else. Carry a nice sling bag to complete the look.

·  Maxi Dresses: Maxi Dresses will never go out of style. Whether you want one for a casual day out or looking for an embellished one for parties, Maxi dresses will give you comfort and style in the most appropriate manner. These dresses elevate your glam quotient when paired with the proper footwear and accessories like clutch bags, Boho bags, Tote bags, etc. Fill your shopping carts with Maxi Dresses from our 99 Store collection available at the most reasonable prices.

·  Evening Gowns: You can also go for evening gowns for Valentine’s day. You can choose from the exquisite pieces from our collection. We bring the best designs inspired by the trends and cultures worldwide under one roof. And guess what! All our designer gowns are light on your pocket, which means that you won’t burn a hole in your pocket if you want to own any of these.

Final Thoughts!

Are you searching for affordable designer Valentine Women Clothing Online in India? If yes is your answer, then hop on our site and start filling your shopping carts now. 

We wish you a fantastic Valentine’s Day. 

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IT’S TIME TO REVAMP YOUR WARDROBE WITH DESIGNER KURTA-SETS

Kurtas are a popular garment that has been recognized not just in India but worldwide. The aesthetic appeal of this garment has attracted many women from across the globe. Be it summers, winters, or spring, and Kurtas are a go-to outfit for many ladies. They keep stocking up their wardrobes with designer Kurta sets in different fabrics, colors, etc. because it is an essential garment you must own. 

The versatility of Kurtas lies in the fact that they can be teamed up with Jeans, Jeggings, Churidars, Salwars, etc. To create a fusion look, you can also wear a Kurta with embellished Skirts, etc. Hence, it is an indispensable outfit that you must add to your closet now. 

Explore our collection of women kurta sets online that will leave you spoiled for choices. Here you will get something for every occasion. We have a variety of kurtas; To do away with your Monday morning blues, heavily embellished ones to instantly jazz up your look for special occasions and festive season, and subtle ones in solid shades to prep you for a casual day out with friends.  

Grab designer Kurta sets at affordable prices:

We have so many designer pieces in our collection to make you ready and stylish for every occasion. The exciting part is that you will not even have to spend a fortune on these kurta sets.

To help you pick the best kurta sets, we have listed down some of the best edits from our catalogue of Rajkumari Dress up like a princess. Please take a look:

Kurta and Sharara Set: We have a beautiful collection of Kurta and     Sharara Sets that will glam up your look on special occasions. You can get     them at exciting prices with extra discounts on special occasions. 

Kurta and Palazzo Set: The celebratory charm of a Kurta-Palazzo set sets it apart from other garments. Well-crafted Kurtas with embroidery, sequins work, etc., when paired with stunning palazzo, will make you the shining star of the party. You will be loaded with compliments for sure! 

Short Kurtas: We have a vast range of short Kurtis that you can pick for everyday wear. Team them up with Jeans, Jeggings, etc., to get the desired casual look.  To enhance your look, you can also accessorize your look with complementing accessories like handbags, hairbands, hair clips, etc. Pick beautiful accessories from our vast assortment that is available at affordable prices. 

Anarkali Kurtas: Classy, Royal and Majestic; these are words that we can easily associate with  Anarkali Kurtas. Anarkali style has won the hearts of many worldwide. The flared silhouette, well-crafted artwork, and unique designs make this garment stand out in the pool of ethnic wear. 

Aforesaid are a few styles from our vast collection of ethnic wear. We have Western wear, Mother and Daughter Same Dress, Indo-western, Kids clothing, etc. in our diverse catalog. So, please do not forget to explore our entire range. 

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WHIMSICAL KURTA SETS WAITING FOR YOU!

No matter what the season is, one outfit that you can reach out to in your wardrobe, again and again, is a Kurta Set. It is the perfect attire to go back to all year round. Its ubiquity and versatility are what make it a stylish garment. There is a Kurta Set for every occasion, from the classic Anarkali to chic A-line styles to elegant straight silhouettes and new-age fusion cuts. You can always dress it up to get the traditional look or dress it down for a contemporary appeal. There are ample ways to style a Kurta set. Whether you want a sophisticated outfit for the office or have a Pooja at home, you can never go wrong with a classic Kurta set. These graceful and charming outfits are great for enhancing your style statement. Plus, they are high-on-comfort.  

Kurta Sets are unsung wardrobe heroes that have an affinity to polish up your look with a stroke of sophistication and elegance. Kurta sets have always been an integral part of the Indian ethnic repertoire and will remain for eternity.  

So, take notes as we begin telling you how you can look trendy in a kurta set. So, Let’s begin:

1. Asymmetrical Kurta sets: Asymmetrical Kurta sets are the talk of the town these days. You will find ladies flaunting such Kurtas now and then. If you want to give a makeover to your overall look and your wardrobe, we suggest adding some chic Asymmetric Kurta sets to your collection that are currently on the charts. So, please do not get exhausted by repeating the same kurtas now and then, and explore our collection now. For an appealing look, you can pair it with the right set of footwear and accessories that give a perfect festive look.

2. A-Line Kurta Sets: These A-line kurtas are another trendy Kurtas style that is high in demand. The A-line kurtas are usually medium length and reach the calf or the ankles. Plus, they spread from the waist area, giving it an 'A' shape. Accessorize the outfit by adding a clutch bag and lovely ethnic jewelry.

3. Long Kurtas with a Slit: Slit Kurtas are in demand these days. They come with a side slit as well as a front slit. The slit gives a contemporary touch to the outfit giving it a graceful look. These kurtas look pretty versatile as you can wear them as an Indo-Western outfit for parties. To get a chic look, you can always pair them with statement jewelry to give it a fusion touch.

4. Anarkali Kurta-sets: Anarkali is an evergreen style that exhibits grace, elegance, and sobriety. It got inspiration from the Mughal Era and has traversed centuries and evolved dramatically. The best part of Anarkali Kurta Sets is that they go well on all body types and are perfect for festive occasions. Anarkali Kurta set with a churidar is the staple combination, but these days, you will find Anarkali paired with Pants that give it a fusion look. Choose a heavy Anarkali and pair it with heels and traditional jewelry. Explore kurta set for women Rajkumari dress up like a princess and grab exquisite pieces.

5. Angrakha Kurta Sets: The Angrakha Kurta with a churidar or a pair of pants is another beautiful Kurta-set Combination. It is a classic choice to wear on festive occasions. It is a fusion of both Angrakha style and Anarkali flare. This style is apt for festive occasions like Garba Celebrations, Navratri, etc.

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THE INDIAN ETHNIC WEAR IS A FASHION SENSATION FOREVER

People are always glued to Indian ethnic wear that looks versatile, classy, elegant, and unique. This is true for both genders, whether female and male; they love dressing up not just to look good but to celebrate life. Here we will focus on our lovely ladies out there who are modern, confident, independent yet attached with their roots and culture.

To celebrate womanhood, we have in our collection the best ethnic wear for millennial women. Come we will tell you what all we have:

·  ANARKALI: We offer stylish and trendy Anarkali dress for women that are also snug and comfortable. Our competitive advantage is our use of the best quality fabrics in our clothes as we never compromise on the quality. Our ethnic collection brings out the cultural heritage in general and gives you fantastic clothing options.

·   LEHENGA: The appeal of a lehenga is intact since time immemorial. Constant innovation in the silhouettes and designs and the advent of new patterns have given birth to the contemporary lehenga styles that are popular worldwide. We have a wide variety of lehengas in our catalogue. We sell some popular lehenga designs like Mermaid or Fish Cut, A-Line, Straight-fit, Flared, Kalidaar, etc. You can buy lehenga online in India from Rajkumari, which is your destination for clothing needs. You will get the best ethnic and western attires here at the most exciting prices.  

·  ETHNIC DRESSES: Floor-length Indian ethnic dresses are gaining popularity across the globe. You can adorn these mesmerizing dresses at festivals, special occasions, weddings, or any other type of special event. The diversity of Indian culture and traditions are truly reflected in the ethnic dresses. 

·  ETHNIC CO-ORDS: Coordinates or popularly known as Co-Ords. Western Co-Ords have a lot of fan-following. Their ethnic counterparts also are not far behind in terms of popularity. The best part of such outfits is that they are can be mixed and matched to create a new attire each time. From big fat Indian weddings to International fashion platforms, ethnic Co-Ords have made a powerful presence in the fashion circuits. 

·  FUSION OUTFITS: The fusion outfits blend Indian and Western sensibilities, silhouettes, cuts, and designs. Our fusion range will give you stylish and contemporary options to break the monotony of regular ethnic outfits that add boredom to your wardrobe. 

At Rajkumari dress up like a princess; our team of designers works hard to create new styles each day. Our collection doesn’t just satiate your visual appeal but also is light on your pocket. Plus, our entire range is of good quality and durable.

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BUY DESIGNER ETHNIC WEAR FOR GIRLS AT THE MOST AFFORDABLE PRICE

If you think that kid’s collection cannot be spectacular, you are wrong. There are so many unique trends you can find in kids’ clothing. You will be surprised to notice so many cuts, designs, and prints that come in miniature sizes as well. It is not just in clothes, but you will find a great deal of good stuff in kids’ accessories as well. However, here we will stick to our discussion of kids’ clothes only.  

Whether you want a party outfit or attire for festivals, we have various ethnic wear dresses for a little girl. You will be spoiled for choices; we have so many amazing designs.  So, let us tell you what all we have in our kiddos’ collection:

·  Salwar Kameez: Little girls look so cute in a set of Salwar Kameez. We have a variety of Salwar Kameez that come in the latest designs and prints. The tiny version of this ethnic wear looks so elegant and stylish. You can grab a few salwar kameez sets for your daughter for the upcoming festive season. Do not forget to pick accessories from our website. We have a beautiful range of tiaras, hairbands, hair clips, etc., that you can team up with your daughter’s outfit to get the perfect look.

Lehenga Choli: Lehenga  Choli is an all-time favorite ethnic attire that is loved not just by women but cute little girls as well. They look adorable in a  Lehenga-choli. So, whether it is your daughter’s school function or a     festival, get her a mesmerizing Lehenga Choli from Rajkumari dress up like a princess, which is your one-stop-shop for clothing and fashion needs. We have lehenga choli in different fabrics and styles that  will enhance your daughter’s look and give her the desired comfort that  she wants

Ethnic Gowns: You  will love to see the miniature version of gowns that we have for our darling little customers. Ethnic gowns with a modern touch are what create for our girly gang. It is a fusion of ethnic wear and Western silhouettes. It gives the perfect blend of the traditional look and contemporary style. Our designers understand that comfort is of utmost priority for the parents who purchase such designer dresses for their kids. Hence, they create gowns that are easy to carry and are super comfy! Our little angels  will surely not have any discomfort of any kind slipping into     one.  

So, all set for the festive season? If you nod along, buy ethnic wear for girls from our fantastic collection. You will get exquisite pieces that you won’t find elsewhere.

Please hurry up and shop as much as you can because we are offering designer clothes at the best price.

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