#coronatusregno

[camillasgirl]

hello dear! Do you know where I could watch or download Whatever Love Means online? I seem to not be able to find it and I want some Charles and Camilla love :(

Hi :)

There’s a video on youtube, but the quality is really bad. It’s the only online version I know, though. You can watch it here. I’m sorry I couldn’t be more helpful :(

[anastcsie-archived]

@coronatusregno​ didn’t ask for a starter but is getting one anyway

Finally. Finally, after five months, five painful months away on a tour that she had, at the time, been feeling too miserable to go on, Philip was home. She had felt terrible that the people of the world wouldn’t have been able to see both the newly minted king and queen of Greece on their first tour as rulers together, but she’d been terribly sick and didn’t want to risk it getting worse. 

     ( The memories of Alexei being sick when they travelled were still fresh in her mind, and so those had only been another factor in her deciding to stay behind ). 

      But Philip would find when he got home that a few things had changed. For one, Anastasia was much more angry than she had been when he had left. No, angry was not the right word for this situation. Frustrated was more of the proper word. She had heard rumours, dozens of them from both the press and the servants alike about what was happening on this tour and how some of the men on that boat wrote to their friends about the beauties they were seeing, both of the natural world and of the human world, specifically the female variety. There were also rumours amongst those of infidelity, especially from the new King, who could have been seen flirting with many different women on different occasions. 

       If she had been there, would that not have happened? If she had been there, would she be his sole focus as always? Whatever the matter, it was done and overwith now, but the rumours still stung especially given the second thing that had changed while Philip had been away -- she was pregnant. For her first few months, dresses could be let out without much being given away, but as her stomach had begun to swell with the promise of a new life, she had taken to missing more and more social events and sending a representative of the family instead. She had wanted to announce the pregnancy with her husband, but was now unsure if she could even still call him that.

       As soon as Philip steps inside their private quarters, Anastasia is on her feet and storming toward him despite encouragement not to given her condition from the butler in the room at the time. But she did not listen and, instead, began to scold her dear husband rather loudly... in Russian. 

      “Kak ty smeyesh'? Kak ty smeyesh' smotret' na druguyu zhenshchinu i ne vspominayesh' obo mne, zhenshchine, kotoraya otkazalas' ot vsego dlya tebya i tvoikh lyudey? Zhenshchina, kotoraya ostavila yeye yedinstvennuyu sem'yu, kotoraya teper' MERTVA, i byla vynuzhdena upravlyat' lyud'mi, kotorykh ona vse yeshche yedva znayet i ne byla obuchena pravit' v pervuyu ochered'? YA byla samoy molodoy iz chetyrekh devushek, moy mladshiy brat zanyal boleye vysokiye pozitsii na linii prestolonaslediya, YA NIKOGDA NE SKAZAL PRAVIL'NO! I vse zhe vy uyezzhayete na pyat' mesyatsev, a ne na korolevskiy tur, a na rasshirennuyu kholostyatskuyu vecherinku, dazhe ne morgnuv resnitsey pri mysli o tom, chto u menya mozhet byt' tol'ko nebol'shaya problema, kasayushchayasya vsego ponyatiya o koroleve! I davayte ne budem zabyvat' tot samyy prostoy fakt, chto ya uznal, chto byl beremenen vashim rebenkom - nashim rebenkom! - poka ty ushel, i ya yedva uspel shagnut' peshkom za etot dvorets za neskol'ko mesyatsev, potomu chto ya khotel ob"yavit' yego s toboy, moy muzh, kotorogo ya bol'she vsego lyublyu v etom mire, i kotoryy ya dolzhen uslyshat' cherez spekulyatsii SMI, vozmozhno, dazhe ne zabotyatsya o tom, chto mnogoye dlya menya bol'she, a ne kogda u nego yest' blestyashchiye novyye zhenshchiny, ne zatronutyye institutom braka, chtoby oglyanut'sya i polyubovat'sya, i mogut zastavit' yego zabyt', chto, vozmozhno, na mgnoveniye yego zhena vozvrashchayetsya domoy ne znaya, kakogo cherta ona delayet! Kak ty smeyesh'?!” 

[thingreyfog]

coronatusregno a réagi à votre billet : Arthur and Henry VII are the only Tudors allowed....

not arthur is not allowed

“I am Guard-Keeper of the Heir and I will Guard and Keep Arthur Tudor whether you lIKE IT OR NOT.”

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@coronatusregno liked x for a starter!

        Jason wished his flirting was as good as his FOOTBALL skills. Hell, even his Power Ranger skills. Maybe if he was flirting with other girls like Jennifer or Lily he could probably not stumble over his words like he did with Kimberly Hart.

        Finishing up for the day with the other Rangers, everyone else left to do their own thing as Kimberly and Jason were left behind in the training pit. Jason wished he wasn’t as sweaty as he was when he walked up to his friend.

       “Hey Kimberly.” Jason smiled natrually at the girl, putting his hands on his hips. 

        “We should go do something. Like, just the TWO of us.” 

[freigeiist-archived]

@coronatusregno​ | Tsar Nicholas II. of Russia

Hands were folded behind his back when he entered, to hide the nervousness they would expose. Rudolf already guessed why the tsar had requested his presence, the whole court whispered about the reason for the visit of the Austrians anyway.  But that only made this conversation more delicate and uncomfortable. 

“I’m at Your disposal, Your Majesty.” He emphasized his words with a respectful bow. No matter how much Rudolf despised such formalities - Best behaviour was essential for this special occasion

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@coronatusregno   //   JASON . 

“Fuck off.“ And eyes look down at Dick with a warning written all over them, knowing the older better than he knew everyone else. “Come near me and I will make sure to test your aerobatic skills avoiding a bullet.” And he is serious. But in the end he would never shoot Dick, though he is not against leaving him with a black eye.

it’s not that the rejection doesn’t hurt  —  it does, it does, it always does, because it’s different than it was before  —  it’s that he’s had lots of practice pretending it doesn’t.  taking what he can get from jason, even if it’s less than he’d ever want.  and yeah, sometimes he screws it up and pushes too far, but this isn’t going to be one of those times.   ❝ c’mon now, little wing! ❞   arms spread wide, and grin stretches brightly, despite the threatening glare.   ❝ it’s snowing, and we’ve got to stay warm somehow! ❞   just because he’s not gonna push doesn’t mean he can’t joke about pushing  —  right? 

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@coronatusregno

         there was a soft groan at seeing the man a few seats down in the bar. she had been trying to avoid anything to do with companies and business and yet of course on her runaway trip from responsibilities she saw the ceo of one of the major companies in the US. lucien castle. her one consolation was that he probably had no clue who she was despite the few news headlines about her sudden inheritance of a pharmaceutical company in another part of the country. still- 

      she took down another shot and swore to just one last drink before leaving the place. it was getting late anyhow...

[fifthbornforrester]

@coronatusregno | continued from x // robb 

It had not been a long time since her arrival to Winterfell that she was wed, perhaps a fortnight. The gown designed for her had been beautiful, forest green overcoat draped upon a dark and demential gray: a representation of two Houses joining. Hearing the joyous news of Rodrik’s return, he was more than proud to accompany her. 

This is the moment she fears. She is not fearful of Robb, not in the slightest, but she is fearful of what needs to occur to make this union official. She must strip bare, expose every part of herself that she has hidden away for her entire life. Talia had been told intercourse is painful, the man practically ripping her from the inside. The thought alone makes her hesitant, but she must do this for their marriage and for the good of the North. 

She holds her breath as she is led into what would become their shared chambers. For the first time as husband and wife, they will be alone. They must do what is expected of them. Robb is definitely handsome, more than handsome, in Talia’s eyes. Just the responsibility that has been placed on the both of them fills her entire being with anxiety. The coset of her gown was not helping her try to take calming breaths, restricting her entire top. 

Although their chambers are warm and comfortable, Robb’s breath is so much warmer. Talia’s skin prickles into goosebumps as his breath unintentionally tickles the back of her neck, allowing him to unlace the back of her dress. Once unlaced, the fabric loosens around her upper half, shrugging down her shoulders only a bit, yet not exposing anything. Still, she feels like she is completely exposed, shivering as she finds his fingers undoing the braids the handmaiden had done before the ceremony. 

“Then I shall wear my hair down,” she breathes, the only thing managing to slip past her lips. She raises her head slightly to meet his eyes as he faces in front of her, green on blue. Her countenance is a mixture of nerves and pride, reading: I am proud to be your wife, proud to be your Queen, but I am unsure of how to be a lover. 

[mostbeautifultudor]

@coronatusregno gets a starter

“ i thought you would be most angry with me, papa, for doing this behind everyone’s back. henry’s tantrum i was not at all worried about but i was rather worried about a lecture from you. ”

sure he should’ve been terribly furious with her for disobeying her brother the king in such a way, making it even worse that she in fact married the one person she was in no way permitted to marry. the redhead was certain whole her brother’s council had demanded a great sanction or even prison time, if not for the offense then for the reason they did not like her husband’s amount of power. it was safe to say a lot of people were angered by the secret marriage so it was puzzling that the one person whose anger would’ve mattered was in fact not angry. 

[ofwoeromeo-blog]

stop making out with juliet, cousin please you embarrass me (benvolio shading romeo is the aesthetic)

        “ dear benvolio, it is only your envy which speaks! you drag me grumble when i am lost and you drag me grumble when i am found, will you ever be satisfied? perhaps you need a capulet in your life too; though not this one, she is mine. get your own. ”

[chaxswalking]

"You are not allowed to date and you need to be at home at 10" (Dadneto Mode)

__________✦         ❛   ten  ??       peter was   EASILY   out past   eleven   last night,      at the very least  !!      it’s not   THAT   big of a deal.      just one more   extra  hour  ??   ❜

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@coronatusregno replied to your post: also yo… if anyone could tell me how i can watch...

i think its on Hulu, and Fox has it up on their webpage. I actually download the episode in a torrent bc i wanted to make screencaps

unfortunately with my current health, i probably shouldn’t be sitting so close to my computer for longer than i have to, so i’ll probably have to check out the hulu option. my head has been killing me lmao. but thank you! i’m sure fox does have it on the website, but again... probably not smart.

[anastcsie-archived]

@coronatusregno -- continued from here

    Normally, she wouldn’t have been woken up by such a thing as the other side of their bed being empty, but Anastasia had to frown at the thought of it tonight. She only knew all too well how her husband was taking the new weight on his shoulders and the pressures on both of them now that he was in power. He’s in exactly the same place as he was when she went to sleep initially, and it can’t help but cause her even the slightest bit of concern. As quietly as she can, she gets out of bed and wraps her arms around her husband from behind, bare feet padding across the floor being the only indicator of her approach. 

    “I know it is, darling...” She muttered, sighing before pressing her cheek into his back. “But you’re going to be of no use to anybody if you don’t at least try to get some rest. It’s still dark outside... and the bed is colder without you there... at least be there until I fall asleep again. A few moments away. That’s all I’m asking.”

[lesdenouements-a]

@coronatusregno liked for a starter from LILLIBET.

The softest of sighs as she stared ahead, jaw set hard against any real show of emotion. That sort of thing just wasn’t acceptable in this sort of social situation, that much she had learned over time. But still, her eyes shifted over to him and she swallowed against a suddenly dry throat.

“Will it always be like this?” She asked quietly, eyes shifted across the people spread out across the auditorium. “Will you always find new reasons to resent me?”

[heartlikearchive]

              “ Does it ever stop? Does it ever go away? The bloodlust, the hunger, the urges –– ” Her eyes clench, teeth grinding down so that they don’t lose control and find something else to sink into. All around her are people of all ages, all skin-colors, all genders, just milling around and having the time of their lives while Betty can barely breathe, her chest tight with the STRESS of so many tempting scents around her, all of them calling out to her like a siren-song. “ I can’t do this, Klaus. I’m going to lose control and I’m going to hurt some innocent person, I just know it. ” Imploringly, Betty looks to him for guidance and the permission to leave. “ Can we please go? ” 

–– @coronatusregno ( KLAUS ) plotted. 

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@coronatusregno replied to your post “Rudolf, seeing Nicky in the bg:  Olga can we go like …. now???...”

Nicky: His imperial mustache mind you. Grow one like mine and you can marry her

Rudolf: Your Imperial Mustache, is that enough??