#edward milford

[butlers-and-maids]

entered his scumbag capitalist era

[ak319]

Yan G!P athlete x fem!reader

── Reece Milford

Headcanon/Intro

AN: She's here finally-ヽ（≧□≦）ノfor those of you who don't know her, she's a side character from this series.

Warnings/MDNI: none, not much in this one tho, little age gap, (reader is 20 and OC is 23-24), suggestive themes.

Where do I even begin? Reece Milford, daughter of Edward Milford, a respected real estate mogul, and Catherine Milford, a poised philanthropist who runs a foundation supporting arts and culture. Then there’s Oliver, her older brother, a sharp and ambitious lawyer. Reece is the middle child, flanked by Lily, her sweet and free-spirited younger sister. The Milford family is as sophisticated as they come each member’s life is meticulously curated, their names whispered in the circles that matter.

But Reece? She’s different. Her story doesn’t follow the same predictable trajectory. It’s on the cricket field where she truly stands out. What started at high school with local matches soon spiraled into her securing a spot on the country’s national team. The media adores her, sophisticated, charming, a heartthrob on the pitch.

In high school, it was no secret that Reece had girls vying for her attention left and right. She didn’t even have to try, her height, athletic build, and effortless charm made her magnetic. But to Reece, they were just passing faces. Sure, she’d engage in lighthearted flirting now and then, but that was the extent of it. She wasn’t interested in dating, and playing around simply wasn’t her thing. Not like... a certain someone in her circle, but that was a story for another time (lmao- we all know who that is-)

Reece had always been the type to joke a little about girls, her teasing never crossing the line of respect. But if locker room talk ever got out of hand? That’s when her temper flared. She had no patience for that kind of nonsense, and more than a few people learned the hard way not to push their luck. She wasn’t just protecting some abstract principle, either, it hit close to home. With a little sister of her own, she refused to let anyone think it was okay to disrespect women.

Despite her grounded nature, rumors swirled around her. Whispers of Reece being a "playgirl" spread through jealous lips or from the sting of rejected love letters. None of it was true, of course, but she never wasted time defending herself. She knew who she was, and that was enough. Let people believe what they wanted, she had more important things to focus on.

But....despite this Reece held very specific views about women and love, and any notions of "dating" seemed trivial in the face of her goals.

As for family life, Reece barely spent quality time with her parents, especially her mother. While her dad was often caught up in his business dealings, her mom, Catherine, had thrown herself into her foundation. Prior to that, Catherine had been a full-time housewife, focused on raising the children. Reece had often been the one to suffer from the absence, not having the constant presence of her mother like Oliver did, and now, Lily didn’t have to face the same issues either. With her mom now running a larger foundation and becoming more involved with social media and community work, Catherine had less on her plate. She got to spend more time with Lily. But Reece, as the middle child, felt somewhat forgotten as she didn't experience that with Catherine as a kid and now was often at odds with her parents, especially her mother.

As time went on, Reece's views began to shift. She became firm in her belief that women should focus on the home, that their place was to care for children, nurture the family, and run the household. To her, the idea of being a "housewife" wasn’t a limitation, it was a duty, a role that held strength in its own right. Reece swore to herself that no matter what, she would never allow her wife to treat their children the way she had felt, neglected, forgotten, caught in the emotional distance of a career-driven mother.

Though the trio never discussed this but it was clear that her brother Oliver didn’t share her views, nor did her father, but that only made her resolve harder. She knew what she believed, and she was determined to make it a reality.

But the question lingers: what’s happening off the field? What happens behind the polished exterior of this icon of strength and good sportswomanship.

The truth? It’s you. Yes, you entered the picture.

Who are you, exactly?

You were just a mutual friend of Lily’s. Yes, when you and Lily grew close, you often found yourself invited to sleepovers at the Milford estate, something Lily loved, especially since their mansion was so vast, offering plenty of room for laughter and whispered secrets. It wasn’t uncommon for you to join, and given how the family was a bit overprotective of Lily, she rarely stayed at anyone else’s house.

She couldn’t explain why, but when she caught that brief glimpse of you, how shy and nervous you seemed in her presence, it made her chuckle, and something fluttered in her chest.

When you and her first saw each other in the hallway for the first time, you had just started college. Reece was 23, still grinding away in small leagues, always pushing herself, always working tirelessly with the hope of making it onto the national team. She had no interest in distractions, not in the form of dates or anything else. Her focus was singular, her ambitions far too important.

After that, she almost forgot about you. But then one night, when Lily thought everyone was settled in their rooms, preparing for bed, she saw the perfect opportunity to sneak out at 10 p.m. She assumed Reece was out with her friends, leaving the coast clear. But imagine her shock when, as you were backing your car out of the driveway, Reece suddenly pulled up and spotted Lily sitting in the passenger seat.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Reece snapped, her voice cutting through the night air. “Why were you sneaking out, huh?”

"J-just to grab a bite, Reece. Nothing else-" Lily stammered, her voice trembling under the intensity of Reece’s gaze.

Reece’s eyes flickered to you, and her expression hardened. She stepped closer, her tone sharp and commanding. “And you!” she barked, making your body flinch involuntarily. “What example are you setting here? She has a curfew for a reason.”

“But we’re 20, not 15,” You spoke up and she was almost shocked at your unexpected retort but her anger overpowered her.

Reece’s gaze didn’t waver. “Listen to me here,” she said, her voice low but laced with authority. She took a few steps closer, towering over both of you, her eyes never leaving yours. “First of all, this is our family, and you have no say in what we do. It’s never safe out there, and considering your background, it’s clear your parents never bothered to teach you even the basics-”

“How dare you!” You snapped, a surge of anger flooding your chest. “God! Lily, you never told me your sister was such a jerk!” Her words really stung, aimed directly at your middle-class background.

“Well, now you know.” You could feel the hurt rising in your chest, but you didn’t fight it. Instead, you turned on your heel and walked back to the car, your emotions bubbling over.

"Wait no! (Y/N)! I AM SORRY- REECE WHAT THE FUCK?!-" Lily's protests and apologies were blocked as you slammed your door and sped off.

It was a mistake. A mistake to be friends with someone like Lily, someone from a world so different from yours. Your heart ached as you drove, the weight of the words hanging heavily in the air. You cried all the way home, the tears blurring your vision, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t Lily’s fault. She had always been kind, humble, everything you admired. But Reece? She was a jackass.

Lily’s calls and messages flooded your phone, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. The hurt was too fresh, too raw.

Back at the Milford house, things weren’t any better. Lily, devastated by your silence, found herself hating her sister even more.

“You ruined our fucking friendship!” Lily shouted, her voice thick with frustration and hurt.

“I ruined it?!” Reece shot back, incredulous. Her voice grew louder, her anger flaring. “You’re blaming me for this?”

"You shouldn’t have been so rude to her!” Lily’s words hit hard, her emotions raw and unfiltered.

"Yeah , Reece, you shouldn't have said that to her."

"Dad, please- don't side with Lily on this one. I was just pissed and I said it! And next time she will think twice before-"

"You don’t get to dictate everything, including who I’m friends with! You can’t just go around hurting people like this!"

Before Reece could respond, Lily threw her hands up in exasperation. “I never asked for this! I never wanted you to act like this!”

With a sharp exhale, Lily stormed past her sister, her anger making the house feel smaller. She marched down the hallway, her footsteps heavy as she slammed the door to her room behind her.

Reece stood there, stunned, a mixture of regret and disbelief flickering across her face. But Lily didn’t give her the chance to apologize, she was already alone in her room, seething.

“You need to apologize to your sister, Reece. We didn’t raise you to be rude, especially to a girl. You need to apologize to both of them.” Her mother’s voice rang out, sharp and disapproving.

Yeah, right, Mom. 'Raise,' my ass.

With a bitter scoff, Reece stormed off, slamming her bedroom door behind her. She flopped onto her bed, pulling a ball from the corner of the room. Without a second thought, she tossed it up and down, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought. It was a habit she had whenever she was deep in contemplation or feeling the weight of stress, letting the ball float in the air, caught only by her tired hands.

Her mind shifted from wondering how to apologize to her little sister, to a sudden, unexpected realization, how the hell was she supposed to apologize to you?

What the fuck?

She had never apologized to anyone, ever. And you...

A part of her knew that she wasn’t just pissed at you for sneaking out with Lily, but because you had no regard for your own safety either. That’s what really made her angry. You were driving here alone, just... She took it the worst way. She focused her frustration on you.

And yet, there was something else, something that amused her. How you’d gone from the shy, skittish girl, who ran off to hide in Lily’s room the moment she saw her in the hallway, to this... straight-talking, confident version of yourself.

Cute...

"You think a takeout is gonna make things right?" Lily said, scrolling through reels on her phone.

"I’ve ordered gifts for you too."

"Don’t need ‘em."

Reece set the food down on the bedside table and sat on her bed, a hint of determination settling in.

"Give me her number."

"What?"

"I need to apologize to her. (Y/N). Give me her number. Now."

Lily hesitated, sensing the mix of gentleness and firmness in Reece’s tone. With a sigh, she sent the number to Reece’s phone.

"But... I don’t think she’ll forgive that easily. And for fuck’s sake, don’t say anything stupid. She finally went normal with me, and I don’t want you messing that up again-"

"I won’t, jeez. Eat up now."

With that, Reece walked out, unable to hide the smirk that tugged at her lips as she saved your number.

────

You were, as usual, putting the clothes in their proper places, mentally planning to get started on your assignment as soon as you got to your apartment after your shift at the boutique. Okay, next, check the bags...

"Hey."

You flinched and turned around to see Reece. You didn’t say anything, just stared at her.

"Um... I wanted to sincerely apologize... for, well, since you didn’t respond to my message-"

"So you came to my workplace?"

"I had to, okay? I just didn’t want to be the reason you have any sour feelings toward my family... or even Lily."

"I don’t," you replied, trying to sound neutral, but your heart was still racing. "I mean, they’re all very nice."

They.....Not me, huh? Don't you have a way with words...

She chuckled, clicking her tongue as she restrained herself from checking you out. Fuck, get a hold of yourself.

"I understand. I’m a jackass, a jerk, a douche. Valid. I deserve that. But please, don’t make your pretty face devoid of that smile because of me."

Okay, that took you off guard.

"Um-"

"I'll be right back, okay?" With that, she stalked off somewhere in the shop. You rolled your eyes, already knowing exactly what type of person she was: rich family, big ego--oh a customer!

Minutes later, while you were helping a woman, she popped back in, several bags in her hands, bags from not only the brand you worked for, but others around the street as well.

"Here. For you."

"What?! I’m not taking this-"

"Yes, you are. You definitely are. A token of my apology."

Every item cost more than your monthly rent. Though you were kind of touched, you reminded yourself that, at the end of the day, she had once again proved, even in her apology, that she was better than you. Yes, that’s what you felt. If she had just walked away after apologizing, that would have been enough.

"No, I am definitely not."

That took her off guard. Didn’t girls love expensive stuff?

"The apology was enough, alright? I get it, you’re rich and stuff. But you don’t need to prove your sincerity. I get it. You’re protective of Lily; she’s told me that. No need for these. Please."

Hm...

"I-I get it." Did you just fucking stutter in front of a girl, Reece? You loser.

"Um, thank you for accepting it." Her voice softened, but inside, a new thought took root.

Fuck these gifts anyway. You’re going to get that fucking ring on your damn finger, no matter what. She’ll make that happen. No way you're going to reject that.

That night her eyes had lit up when she saw that you had seen her message at least.

────

What you didn't expect was a notification pinging on your phone the next day.

"Hey, wanted to ask, can I at least take you out? A little compensation for that late grab bite you missed with Lily."

You raised an eyebrow at the text. The pickup line was casual, playful even, but something in it made your stomach twist. Was she trying to make this seem like no big deal? You sighed, knowing there was a lot more to it.

Should you ask Lily about this? She might know what was really going on....

You quickly typed a response, trying to play it off lightly.

"Hi, thanks, but it’s fine really. I’m good."

You sent it before you could second-guess yourself. But as soon as you hit send, a sense of dread crept in. Was that too dismissive? Was it rude? You didn’t want to come off that way, but this whole situation felt... off.

Reece, however, wasn’t the type to take “no” for an answer. She knew that Lily was a factor in all of this. But Reece wasn't the kind of person who let things like that stop her. No, she was determined to make sure you knew how serious she was.

"Reece, c'mon. (Y/N) just told me that-"

"Yeah, so?" Reece cut her off, a sharp edge to her voice. "Can't see your sister settling down, huh?"

The insult was quick and biting, catching Lily off guard. She flinched, a mix of confusion and anger flashing across her face.

"Settling down-?! And you? Look as much as I want to believe you saying that you don't engage in casual flings, I still find it unbelievable." Lily sputtered, eyes wide in disbelief.

Reece’s eyes darkened. "Listen here, I really, really like her, Lily. Not that you’d understand what that feels like. And don't tell me you believe everything they spewed about me. I thought you knew it."

Lily's face flushed, hands balling into fists. "No you don’t! You don’t even know what love is, it’s probably just lust, the same way you feel for every other girl-"

"Lily!" Edward spoke up, his voice firm but patient. "Can you relax? There's nothing wrong with going on a date. You should be a tad bit supportive, love. And stop doubting Reece's intentions."

"But Dad!" Lily's voice cracked with frustration. "What if she hurts (Y/N)? Didn't she had a problem with her background in the first place?"

"Enough!. I will go on a date and you can't stop me!"

Neither can you.

Oliver sighed sharing a look with his mother, leaning back in his chair, his fingers rubbing his temples. "Weekend with family always has some drama going on," he muttered, half-amused, half-exasperated.

Lily felt bad...she did. Guilty for being dubious about Reece's intentions straight from the start. You are a good, kind and fun person, not to mention her very close friend. And so she decided to make things right...by texting you.

"Reece really really likes you, and trust me, she's serious about this. I've never seen or heard bout her being this interested in someone, LIKE EVER. It's always the opposite. So do give her a chance. If you want to of course . Tbh shippin' u both already. 😛

That very Sunday's quiet evening, a knock on your apartment door caught you off guard. You weren’t expecting anyone, especially not Reece. You opened the door cautiously, your heart sinking at the sight of her standing there, casual yet somehow imposing.

"Hey," she greeted with that trademark confidence that made your chest tighten, her smile a little too knowing. "Lily told me your address."

You froze for a second, trying to process the words, before realizing the implications. "Lily... told you?" you asked, though it came out more as a question to herself than to Reece. Of course, Lily had probably shared everything already.

"Yeah," Reece said, unbothered, her gaze steady. "I thought we could grab something light and simple. Just...it won't be long."

You stood there, conflicted. She had this way of making you feel as if saying no would be an impossibility. "Reece, I..." you started, but her eyes softened, and she took a small step forward, clearly unphased by your hesitation.

"Come on, just a little something. I won’t make it weird," she added, the final words almost playful, though there was something in the way she said it that made you question if you’d be able to say no.

You bit your lip, glancing back into your apartment. But what choice did you have? Saying no felt like inviting a new round of awkwardness, and she seemed determined. Besides, there was a part of you, no matter how much you tried to ignore it, that was curious about why Reece kept pushing. Also the fact you didn't have any experience dating. And then...Lily's message made your heart flutter too.

"Okay," you finally relented, your voice a little quieter than you intended. "But just a quick bite. That’s it."

A victorious smile spread across her face, her posture shifting from relaxed to almost predatory, but in a playful way. "Great," she said, turning on her heel. "Let’s go."

And that's how it began. You, dating Reece Milford.

────

Dating her was nothing short of a dream, really. She was caring, understanding, and, if you were honest, a total golden retriever in human form. Watching matches together, her dragging you to her practices while making you wear her shirts with her name.

She was protective, sometimes to the point of being a bit too much, but you didn’t mind. In fact, it was endearing in its own way. And if someone from high school or an old fling tried their luck again with a call or a text? Oh, they didn’t stand a chance. Without hesitation, she’d block them or, better yet, hand you her phone and insist you respond or answer the call with a simple, "She’s taken."

She recorded one of those moments once, and to this day, it’s still her favorite video. Even when you’re a bit shy and clearly embarrassed in it, she treasures it like gold, replaying it whenever she needs a smile.

She knows her family name intimidates you and she’s painfully aware that her own words might’ve made you feel insecure at times. That’s why now, every moment she spends with you is dedicated to ensuring you understand that her last name means absolutely nothing when it comes to you.

She goes out of her way to make it clear that her family adores you, too. In fact, she’s quick to remind you of how her mom can’t stop asking about your hobbies or how her dad brings up your name during family dinners like you’re already one of them.

And then there’s your own parents. Your dad, especially, was practically beaming when he found out you were dating a daughter of such a prestigious family in the city. She teases you about it sometimes, calling you her “mom's favorite,” but deep down, she loves how everyone can see what she already knew: you’re perfect for her, and no family name, no status, could ever change that.

You glance at your reflection in the car window for what feels like the hundredth time. The dress you’re wearing, a simple but elegant number Reece insisted looked "absolutely stunning" on you, suddenly feels all wrong. Too plain? Too tight? Too loose? Too… not enough?

Reece parks the car in front of the grand gates of her family’s estate, but instead of stepping out, you sit frozen, clutching your bag like it’s a lifeline.

“Hey,” Reece’s voice is soft, her hand finding yours. “You good?”

You bite your lip, debating whether to admit the truth. But she knows you too well, and the furrow of her brow tells you she’s already figured out something’s off.

“I just…” You let out a shaky sigh, your gaze dropping to your lap. “I don’t know if I’m… if I look… right for this. For them.”

Reece is quiet for a moment, and when you finally glance at her, you see her jaw tighten, her hazel eyes narrowing like she’s preparing to fight someone.

“Are you serious right now?” she asks, her voice a mix of disbelief and affection. “You’re worried about how you look?”

You nod hesitantly, avoiding her gaze. "I just… your family’s um so perfect y'know. I just..."

Reece leans back in her seat, running a hand through her hair as if trying to figure out how to respond. Her heart breaks at your sullen expression. Then, without warning, she reaches over, cupping your face gently but firmly, forcing you to look at her.

“First of all,” she says, her voice low and steady, “you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and always will be, and nothing anyone says or thinks is going to change that. Got it?”

You nod, though her words only make your throat tighten more.

“Second,” she continues, her thumb brushing your cheek, “my family is going to love you because I love you. And if they don’t, that’s their problem, not yours. You’re not the one who has to prove anything. You’re everything, okay?”

You manage a shaky smile, but she’s not done yet.

“And third…” She grins now, her usual playful smirk returning as she presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “If anyone even thinks about making you feel out of place tonight, they’re getting an earful from me. Got it?”

You laugh softly despite yourself, and she beams at the sound, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“There’s my girl,” she says, squeezing your hand as she steps out of the car and moves to your side to help you out. “Now come on. Let’s show them how lucky I am, yeah?”

Reece is not only your girlfriend but your own personal trainer too.

Her apartment’s (she made you move in after a month) personal gym has become your second home, or, at least, that’s what she likes to say while dragging you out of bed for "just twenty minutes of movement."

"C'mon baby, you can skip ten more. You are literally the strongest person I've met." Says your girlfriend currently bench pressing twice your weight.

She’s the kind of person who genuinely believes in balance but refuses to compromise on some essentials. Like fruits. Every. Single. Day. She’ll hand-feed you slices of apple or shove a peeled orange into your hands with a pointed look until you take a bite.

Her healthy meals aren’t just food; they’re little love notes wrapped in nutrition. Protein shakes? Homemade. Greek yogurt with berries? Perfectly portioned. Occasionally, though, she’ll surprise you with your favorite snacks because, as she says, "You’ve earned it for putting up with my bossy ass."

On the days when you feel too lazy to move, Reece doesn’t push. Instead, she adapts. She insists you keep her company in the gym because "your laugh is better than any playlist." You end up sitting on the mat with a bowl of fruit she force-feeds you because of course, “You will finish that, or so help me”, while she works out.

And if you’re feeling extra lazy, you’ll drape yourself over her back while she’s doing push-ups, giggling as she huffs and teases you about being "the cutest weight she’s ever lifted."

What makes it all worthwhile is how much she genuinely enjoys your presence. Whether you’re crushing a workout together or just lounging on the floor, her gaze always holds the same message: she wouldn’t want to be doing this or anything without you.

Reece absolutely adores the height difference between the two of you, maybe a little too much, if you’re being honest. It’s her favourite excuse to treat you like her personal doll.

When she’s in a playful mood (which is often), she’ll suddenly scoop you up, spinning you around effortlessly until you’re laughing and swatting at her arms. “Put me down, Reece!” you’ll protest, but she just smirks and says, “Not until I hear that laugh again!”

And those moments when you two disagree? She’s terrible at taking you seriously. You’re standing there, ranting about whatever it is, but all she can focus on are your eyes, especially the way they narrow when you’re annoyed.

"Are you even listening to me?!" you demand, glaring up at her.

She should be, but instead, she’s trying not to grin like an idiot. “Hmm? Oh, sorry, your angry face is just too cute."

That, of course, makes you even more pissed, which only makes her love it more. "Can you for God's sake listen and take the shit I am saying seriously?!"

Eventually, she stops your words in the most Reece way possible: by sweeping you off your feet (literally) and carrying you to the bedroom.

“REECE PUT ME DOWN! WHAT THE HELL?!”

"Yeah, yeah," she says, laying you down gently before hovering over you with a mischievous grin.

She starts peppering kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, lips, your nose, until you’re squirming and trying to push her away through your laughter.

"Stop it! You idiot!"

“There’s that smile,” she says triumphantly, finally stopping but not before stealing one last kiss on your lips. “Mad at me now?”

You sigh dramatically but can’t help the grin tugging at your lips. "I just hate you sometimes!"

Speaking of you and the bed... Reece is an absolute softie when it comes to you. No matter how tough or confident she might seem to the rest of the world, with you, she's nothing but gentle, which sometimes is really hard for her to do when all she wants to do is wreck and eat you all up. During those intimate moments, she treats you like you're made of glass, careful, attentive, utterly devoted. And afterward, when she's finally worn herself out, she holds you close, her arms wrapped around you as if to shield you from everything else.

Hearing her teammates call her "Cap" during practice or games might boost her ego, sure. But it doesn’t even come close to the power trip she feels when she hears it from your lips, soft, breathless, or even better as a whimper, and just for her.

“Say it again,” she murmurs, her voice raspy and low, her gaze heavy-lidded as she brushes a stray strand of hair from your flushed face.

And when you do, she smirks like she’s just won a championship. To her, nothing else in the world compares to that moment, to you.

But not everything...is that easy right? Not this dreamy. And you realized this after you got the ring on your finger after 2 absolutely beautiful months together.

── AN: Dw, there will be a second headcanon or different scenarios showing Reece's toxic side as well.

[catherinetheprincessofwales]

British Royal Portraits by Hungarian artist, Philip De László. 1907 Princess Alice of Battenberg 1907 Princess Victoria of Wales 1907 TM King Edward VII and Queen Alexandra 1915 Princess Louise, Duchess of Argyll 1924 Louis Mountbatten, 1st Earl Mountbatten of Burma 1925 Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother 1926 Princess Beatrice of the United Kingdom 1931 King George VI 1932 Princess Alice, Countess of Athlone 1933 Queen Elizabeth II 1934 Prince George and Princess Marina, The Duke and Duchess of Kent 1936 Queen Marie of Romania, nee Princess Marie of Edinburgh 1937 Victoria Mountbatten, Marchioness of Milford Haven 1937 Prince Arthur, Duke of Connaught and Strathearn.

[aimeedaisies]

List of attendees to the service of Thanksgiving to the late King Constantine of Greece on 27th February 2024.

🇬🇧 Queen Camilla

🇬🇧 Princess Anne

🇬🇧 Sir Tim Laurence

🇬🇧 Princess Beatrice

🇬🇧 Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi

🇬🇧 Zara Tindall

🇬🇧 Mike Tindall

🇬🇧 Lady Sarah Chatto

🇬🇧 Daniel Chatto

🇬🇧 Prince Richard, The Duke of Gloucester

🇬🇧 Birgitte, The Duchess of Gloucester

🇬🇧 Prince Edward, The Duke of Kent

🇬🇧 George, The Earl of St. Andrews

🇬🇧 Sylvana, The Countess of St. Andrews

🇬🇧 Lady Helen Taylor

🇬🇧 Prince Michael of Kent

🇬🇧 Princess Michael of Kent

🇬🇧 Princess Alexandra of Kent

🇬🇧 James Ogilvy

🇬🇧 Julia Ogilvy

🇬🇧 Marina Ogilvy

🇬🇧 George, The Marquess of Milford Haven

🇬🇧 Clare, The Marchioness of Milford Haven

🇬🇧 Penny, The Countess Mountbatten of Burma

🇬🇧 Lady Alexandra Hooper

🇬🇧 Thomas Hooper

🇬🇧 India Hicks

🇬🇧 David Flint Wood

🇬🇧 Amory Wood-Hicks

🇬🇧 Prince Andrew, The Duke of York

🇬🇧 Sarah Ferguson

🇬🇷 Queen Anne-Marie

🇬🇷 Crown Prince Pavlos

🇬🇷 Crown Princess Marie-Chantal

🇬🇷 Prince Achileas-Andreas

🇬🇷 Prince Odysseas-Kimon

🇬🇷 Prince Aristides-Stavros

🇬🇷 Princess Maria-Olympia

🇬🇷 Prince Nikolaos

🇬🇷 Princess Tatiana

🇬🇷 Prince Philippos

🇬🇷 Princess Nina

🇬🇷 Princess Theodora

🇬🇷 Matthew Kumar

🇬🇷 Princess Alexia

🇬🇷 Carlos Morales

🇬🇷 Princess Irene

🇪🇸 King Juan Carlos

🇪🇸 Queen Sofia

🇪🇸 King Felipe

🇪🇸 Queen Letizia

🇪🇸 Infanta Elena

🇪🇸 Infanta Cristina

🇪🇸 Juan Urdangarian

🇩🇰 Princess Benedikte

🇩🇰 Prince Gustav

🇩🇰 Princess Carina of Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg

🇩🇰 Princess Alexandra of Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg, Countess Ahlefeldt-Laurvig-Bille

🇩🇰 Count Michael Ahlefeldt-Laurvig-Bille

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🇯🇴 Prince Hassan

🇯🇴 Princess Sarvath of Jordan

🇧🇬 Prince Kyril of Bulgaria

🇷🇸 Crown Prince Alexander of Serbia

🇷🇸 Crown Princess Katherine of Serbia

🇩🇪 Bernhard, Margrave of Baden

🇩🇪 Stephanie, Margravine of Baden

🇩🇪 Landgrave Donatus of Hesse

🇩🇪 Hereditary Prince Ernst August of Hanover

🇩🇪 Princess Saskia of Hohenlohe-Langeburg

Other notable attendees

Nicholas Soames (Conservative politician)

Rocco Forte (British Hotelier)

Hugh Cavendish, Baron Cavendish of Furness (Former member of the House of Lords)

Grania Mary Caulfield (wife of Baron Cavendish of Furness)

John Kerry (United States Special Presidential Envoy for Climate

Lady Susan Hussey (Lady-in-Waiting)

Sir Jackie Stewart (Racecar Driver and good family friend)

Alexandra von Fürstenberg (American Socialite)

Dax Miller (Alexandra von Fürstenbergs husband)

[breakfastteatime]

New favourite news story of 2023.

[royal-confessions]

“I was surprised to find out how many connections the Vanderbilt family had to royalty. Gloria Morgan Vanderbilt apparently had a lesbian relationship with Nadejda Mountbatten, Marchioness of Milford Haven and was engaged to Gottfried, Prince of Hohenlohe-Langenburg, a great-grandson of Queen Victoria and of Tsar Alexander II. Her sister Thelma Furness, Viscountess Furness was the mistress of Edward VIII and was the person to introduce him to Wallis Simpson. Grace Vanderbilt was the guardian of Lady Pamela Hicks when she was shipped off to New York and the Mounbattens became very close to family. Consuelo Vanderbilt was proposed to by Prince Francis Joseph of Battenberg (who was the brother of Prince Henry Battenberg, who married Princess Beatrice, a daughter of Queen Victoria) but she turned him down. No wonder Prince Harry did an interview with Anderson Cooper 😅. I’m sure there’s many more connections but I just find that all so fascinating.” - Submitted by Anonymous

[goalhofer]

2023-24 Colorado Eagles Roster

Wingers

#10 Riley Tufte (Coon Rapids, Minnesota)*

#11 Ryan Sandelin (Hermantown, Minnesota)**

#14 Chris Wagner (Wellesley, Massachusetts)*

#24 Oskar Olausson (Stockholm, Sweden)

#28 D.J. Busdeker (Dexter, Michigan)*

#36 Matt Steinberg (Halifax, Nova Scotia)**

#38 Spencer Smallman (Summerside, Prince Edward Island)

#73 Dalton Smith (Oshawa, Ontario)

#74 Alex Beaucage (Trois-Rivières, Quebec)

Centers

#20 Tanner Kero (Hancock, Michigan)*

#26 Ondřej Pavel (Prague, Czech Republic)**

#59 Ben Meyers (Delano, Minnesota)

#65 Cédric Paré (Lévis, Quebec)

#68 Cal Burke (Boxborough, Massachusetts) A

#71 Peter Holland (Caledon, Ontario)*

#82 Ivan Ivan (Ostrava, Czech Republic)**

#93 Jean-Luc Foudy (Toronto, Ontario)

Defensemen

#5 Wyatt Aamodt (Hermantown, Minnesota)

#7 Brad Hunt (Maple Ridge, British Columbia) C

#15 Gianni Fairbrother (North Vancouver, British Columbia)*

#18 Jack Ahcan (Burnsville, Minnesota)*

#22 Josh Wesley (Raleigh, North Carolina)*

#44 Corey Scheuneman (Milford Township, Michigan)*

#67 Keaton Middleton (Stratford, Ontario) A

#84 Nate Clurman (Boulder, Colorado)

Goalies

#31 Arvid Holm (Ljungby Stad, Sweden)*

#50 Trent Miner (Souris-Glenwood Municipality, Manitoba)**

#60 Justus Annunen (Kempele, Finland)

[still-single]

HEATHEN DISCO show no. 337 (aka 1337) online now

Extremely stoked about this week's show -- getting my reps up for a public gig here in Chicago end of June and more to follow after.

Listen onnnnnnnnnn

HOUR 1

Milford Graves with Hugh Glover – March 2, 1976 III

Deadbeat & Om Unit – Stalk

imPLOG – Holland Tunnel Dive

Maxine Funke – Long Beach

Quando Quango – Love Tempo (mix)

Edward Crosby & Singing DJ – Party Time Remix (Party Beat)

Ron Morelli – Subway Shootout

He Said – Not a Soul

Ky – The Dancer

Anne Clark – Sleeper in Metropolis

KVL – Microvibe

Avalon Emerson – Dreamliner

HOUR 2

Jane Inc. – 2120

2 Body’s – Astoria

O.R.S. – Moon-Boots

My Dad Is Dead – The Water’s Edge

Big Black – Kerosene

Lana Del Rabies – Mother

Royal Trux – Second Skin

The Cure – The Walk

International Music System – An English ‘93

Colourbox – Looks Like We’re Shy One Horse

Bailter Space – Your Invisible Life

FACS – Boy

Glittering Insects – Glittering Insects

The Only Ones – Miles from Nowhere

HOUR 3

Crystalized Movements – In the Open World

Rotomagus – Fightin’ Cock

Joshua Abrams – A Lucky Stone

Calvin Keys – B.E.

The God in Hackney – Bardo!

Mute Duo – The Ocean Door

Royal Headache – Stand and Stare

Lobby Loyde & the Coloured Balls – Mr. Mean Mouth

Circus – Stop, Wait and Listen

Strawberry Switchblade – Spanish Song

Primal Scream – Crystal Crescent

Boys from Nowhere – Jungle Boy

Blutt – Bing Bang Boum (Bam)

Swell Maps – Let’s Build a Car

The Colors Out of Time – Rock Section

LL Cool J – Jingling Baby

[wutbju]

Ellanora Loujean Raven, went home to be with the Lord on January 14, 2024. She had been dealing with some health issues and her doctors believe she had ultimately suffered a stroke. Loujean graduated from Unidis High School, in West Milford, WV, Class of 61, and then from Bob Jones University in Greenville, SC with a degree in Home Economics. It was at Bob Jones that she met her husband Wesley Raven who proceeded her in death a few years ago. Wes was from the Denver area of Colorado, and they eventually made their home there. They had three children, Walter, Edward and Anne.

Loujean is what a good girl she was, not just putting on a show, but the real deal. She was a genuine good girl. Her family was very fortunate to have had been raised by a such loving, God fearing person in Loujean, and she never strayed from those values. She loved the Lord & strived to faithfully serve Him her entire life. Loujean loved her family, her church & her friends. She loved to camp & fish, and anything crafty, playing games & puzzles, & her trips back to West Virginia.

Loujean is preceded in death by both parents, Walter Winning and Thelma Wright. Along by her husband, Wesley Raven. She is also preceded in death by her daughter, Anne L. Raven.

She is survived by and will be missed by her children, Edward (Loida) Raven and Walter (Debra) Raven. Also, by three siblings, Karen Maxwell, Ruthann (Brad) Bradberry, Wanda (Jeff) Riffle, and by many grandchildren (13) and great-grandchildren (7).

It's truly a blessing & a comfort to know that we will see her again in Heaven.

[beardedmrbean]

It had been outside the home of Sian and Jeffrey Edwards in Milford Haven, Pembrokeshire, and is thought to date from the late 19th Century.

The couple had thought it was a "dummy" with no charge.

The Ministry of Defence said it removed a 64lb (29kg) "naval projectile".

Mrs Edwards said she used to bang it with her trowel to remove earth after gardening.

But on Wednesday evening, a police officer knocked on the door to tell the couple he had spotted it and would need to alert the Ministry of Defence.

An hour later, he told the shocked couple the bomb squad would arrive the next day.

It was a sleepless night for Mr and Mrs Edwards, who had been told the whole street might need to be evacuated.

"We didn't sleep a wink all night. It knocked us for six," said Mr Edwards.

"I told the bomb disposal unit 'we're not leaving the house, we're staying here. If it goes up, we're going to go up with it'."

Tests proved it was live, but with only a tiny amount of charge. It was taken to a disused quarry in Walwyn's Castle, covered with five tonnes of sand and detonated.

'It was an old friend'

After living in the street since he was three years old, 77-year-old Mr Edwards was sad to see it go.

"It was an old friend. I'm so sorry that the poor old thing was blown to pieces."

Mr Edwards said he had been told its history by the Morris family, whose relative used to own the house. They said he had found it more than 100 years ago.

"Warships for the Royal Navy used to drop anchor in St Brides Bay and point their guns towards Broad Haven and open fire," he claimed.

"They used to use the sands for target practice. They'd make sure there was no one on the sands, mind!

"Well Pop Morris, who went around delivering lemonade, was going down to Broad Haven with his horse and cart and found the shell.

"He struggled back up the beach with it, put it on the back of his cart and had a very bouncy seven-mile ride back home.

"He plonked it upright in the front courtyard and that's where it remained."

It was later sunk into concrete and painted red to match the window ledges when Mr and Mrs Edwards bought the house in 1982.

"It stood there during two world wars," said Mr Edwards.

___________

God bless the Welsh

I love stories like this.

[butlers-and-maids]

Ciel really did finesse this, gotta give him that

[lumandabner]

New “Lum and Abner” Comic Strip #633!

“Li’l Lum” – Chapter 8! Click here to subscribe for FREE! Click the blue names to learn more!Cartoonist: Donnie Pitchford! Audio cast in order of appearance: Dr. Joe Oliver: announcer! Marc Ridgeway: composer/musician!“Singin’” Sam Brown: Dick Huddleston and A. A. McKenzie!Daron McDaniel:  Washington!Kyle Cage: Jimmy!Donnie Pitchford: Abner Peabody!Tim Hollis: Lum Edwards and Milford…

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King Richard III Was Defeated and Killed at the Battle of Bosworth Field, Thus Ushering in the House of Tudor. August 22, 1485

Image: Battle of Bosworth, as depicted by Philip James de Loutherbourg (1740–1812) (Wikimedia Commons.)

On this day in history, in the last battle of the War of the Roses, King Richard III was defeated and killed at the Battle of Bosworth Field by Henry Tudor, the Earl of Richmond. After the battle, the royal crown, which Richard wore into action, was plucked out of a bush and placed on Henry's head. His crowning as King Henry VII initiated the rule of the Tudor dynasty over England, one that would last until Queen Elizabeth died in 1603.

History Daily: 365 Fascinating Happenings Volume 1 & Volume 2 - August 22, 1485

Created of dynastic conflicts within the English Houses of York and Lancaster, the Wars of the Roses began in 1455 when Richard, Duke of York, clashed with Lancasterian forces loyal to the mentally unstable King Henry VI. Fighting continued over the next five years, with both sides seeing periods of ascendancy. Following the death of Richard in 1460, the leadership of the Yorkist cause passed to his son Edward, Earl of March. A year later, with the aid of Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick, he was crowned Edward IV and secured the throne with a victory at the Battle of Towton.

When Edward IV died unexpectedly in 1483, his brother, Richard of Gloucester, assumed the position of Lord Protector for the twelve-year-old Edward V. Securing the young king in the Tower of London with his younger brother, the Duke of York, Richard approached Parliament and argued that Edward IV’s marriage to Elizabeth Woodville was invalid making the two boys illegitimate. Accepting this argument, Parliament passed the Titulus Regius, which saw Gloucester crowned as Richard III. The two boys vanished during this time. Many nobles soon opposed Richard III's reign, and in October 1483, the Duke of Buckingham led a rebellion to place the Lancastrian heir Henry Tudor, Earl of Richmond, on the throne. Thwarted by Richard III, the collapse of the uprising saw many of Buckingham's supporters join Tudor in exile in Brittany.

That Christmas, Henry announced his intention to marry the late King Edward IV's daughter, Elizabeth of York, to unite the Houses of York and Lancaster and advance his claim to the English throne. On April 16, 1485, Richard's wife, Anne Neville, died, clearing the way for him to marry Elizabeth instead.

This threatened Henry's efforts to unite his supporters with those of Edward IV, who saw Richard as a usurper. Richard's position was undercut by rumors that he had Anne killed to allow him to marry Elizabeth, which alienated some of his supporters. Eager to prevent Richard from marrying his prospective bride, Henry mustered 2,000 men and sailed from France on August 1. Landing at Milford Haven seven days later, he quickly captured Dale Castle. Moving east, Henry worked to enlarge his army and gained the support of several Welsh leaders. Alerted to Henry's landing on August 11, Richard ordered his army to muster and assemble at Leicester.

Before leaving France, Henry communicated with Thomas Stanley, Baron Stanley, and his brother Sir William Stanley to seek their support. Upon learning of the landing at Milford Haven, the Stanleys had mustered around 6,000 men and had effectively screened Henry’s advance. During this time, he continued to meet with the brothers to secure their loyalty and support. Arriving at Leicester on August 20, Richard united with John Howard, Duke of Norfolk, and Henry Percy, Duke of Northumberland.

Pressing west with around 10,000 men, they intended to block Henry’s advance. Henry, an inexperienced military leader, turned command of his army over to John de Vere, Earl of Oxford.

After exchanges of arrows, the two forces collided, and hand-to-hand combat ensued. Oxford's soldiers began to gain the upper hand by forming his men into an attacking wedge. With Norfolk under heavy pressure, Richard called for aid from Northumberland. This was not forthcoming, and the rearguard did not move. While some speculate that this was due to personal animosity between the duke and king, others argue that the terrain prevented Northumberland from reaching the fight. The situation was worsened when Norfolk was struck in the face with an arrow and killed.

With the battle raging, Henry decided to move forward with his lifeguard to meet the Stanleys. Spotting this move, Richard sought to end the fight by killing Henry. Leading forward a body of 800 cavalry, Richard skirted around the primary battle and charged after Henry's group. Richard slammed into them and killed Henry's standard bearer and several bodyguards. Seeing this, Sir William Stanley led his men into the fight to defend Henry. Surging forward, they nearly surrounded the king’s men. Pushed back towards the marsh, Richard was unhorsed and forced to fight on foot. Fighting bravely to the end, Richard was finally cut down. Learning of Richard’s death, Northumberland's men began withdrawing, and those battling Oxford fled.

Losses for the Battle of Bosworth Field are not known with any certainty though some sources indicate that the Yorkists suffered 1,000 dead, while Henry’s army lost 100. The accuracy of these numbers is a subject of debate. After the battle, legend states that Richard's crown was found in a hawthorn bush near where he died. Henry was crowned king later that day on a hill near Stoke Golding. Henry, now King Henry VII, had Richard’s body stripped and thrown over a horse to be taken to Leicester. There it was displayed for two days to prove that Richard was dead. Moving to London, Henry consolidated his hold on power, establishing the Tudor Dynasty. Following his official coronation on October 30, 1485, he pledged to marry Elizabeth of York. While Bosworth Field effectively decided the Wars of the Roses, Henry was forced to fight again two years later at the Battle of Stoke Field to defend his newly won crown.

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Oh gosh. It's like they've waited around just long enough for the bad press to die down, and are now preying on children, the only prople too young to have heard of them.

Which, I guess, has always been their way.

Don't take a random person on the internet's word for it. Here's a public domain version of journalist Rich Behar's award-winning, oft-cited investigative journalism report "Scientology: The Thriving Cult of Greed and Power," [Reader view for small screens].

Suicide Tw.

Excerpt:

This young Russian-studies scholar had jumped from a 10th-floor window of the Milford Plaza Hotel and bounced off the hood of a stretch limousine. When the police arrived, his fingers were still clutching $171 in cash, virtually the only money he hadn't turned over to the Church of Scientology, the self-help "philosophy" group he had discovered just seven months earlier.

His death inspired his father Edward, a physician, to start his own investigation of the church. "We thought Scientology was something like Dale Carnegie," Lottick says. "I now believe it's a school for psychopaths." Their so-called therapies are manipulations. They take the best and the brightest people and destroy them." The Lotticks want to sue the church for contributing to their son's death, but the prospect has them frightened. For nearly 40 years, the big business of Scientology has shielded itself exquisitely behind the First Amendment as well as a battery of high-priced criminal lawyers and shady private detectives.

The Church of Scientology, started by science-fiction writer L. Ron Hubbard to "clear" people of unhappiness, portrays itself as a religion. In reality the church is a hugely profitable global racket that survives by intimidating members and critics in a Mafia-like manner. At times during the past decade, prosecutions against Scientology seemed to be curbing its menace. Eleven top Scientologists, including Hubbard's wife, were sent to prison in the early 1980s for infiltrating, burglarizing and wiretapping more than 100 private and government agencies in attempts to block their investigations. In recent years hundreds of longtime Scientology adherents -- many charging that they were mentally of physically abused -- have quit the church and criticized it at their own risk. Some have sued the church and won; others have settled for amounts in excess of $500,000. In various cases judges have labeled the church "schizophrenic and paranoid" and "corrupt, sinister and dangerous."

Yet the outrage and litigation have failed to squelch Scientology. The group, which boasts 700 centers in 65 countries, threatens to become more insidious and pervasive than ever. Scientology is trying to go mainstream...

The Church of Scientology mustered lawsuits, a media campaign, ads, book burnings, and threats to Behar and other journalists blowing its cover.

Though some Scientology critics will surely be offended by Wright’s constant use of the word “church,” the term seems apt. History shows that there’s nothing intrinsically benign about churches or religions. Scientology holds no monopoly on corruption, or secrecy, or avarice.

But as far as I can tell, Scientology is the first religion to make litigation a sacrament. Hubbard wrote that lawsuits were important tools for bankrupting and demoralizing enemies of the church. He taught that critics were “fair game,” meaning that the faithful had a spiritual duty to ruin them by any https://archives.cjr.org/critical_eye/holy_mess.phpmeans necessary.

— Lindsay Beyerstein, "Holy mess: Lawrence Wright unpacks the mysteries of Scientology." Columbia Journalism Review (2013)

Beyerstein's article is a great read, even moreso than Bahar's, clear and more up-to-date.

I keep having to tear down extremely predatory/misleading Scien.tology flyers in my school's art building. This is the third fucking time I've ripped the fuckers up and I'm getting Real Fucking Tired of it.

[noloveforned]

it's friday night and no love for ned is back to its usual peculiar self on wlur from 8pm until midnight.

last week's show (stream it on mixcloud) celebrated the music of peter brötzmann. if you've ever rolled your eyes because my show got "weird" in the second hour you can thank mr. brötzmann as he is probably the free jazz musician most responsible for sending me down that path twenty years ago. i witnessed two outstanding live performances from him in that time- once with his chicago tentet and once as a duo with joe mcphee. he'll be missed by myself and many others...

no love for ned on wlur – june 23rd, 2023 from 8pm-1am a tribute to peter brötzmann

artist // track // album // label brötzmann quartet // lila eula no. 2 // the inexplicable flyswatter // atavistic peter brötzmann trio with fred van hove // everything (excerpt) // for adolphe sax // brö peter brötzmann octet // machine gun (excerpt) // machine gun // brö manfred schoof // european echoes, part two (excerpt) // european echoes // free music production alexander von schlippenbach // into the staggerin // the living music // quasar peter brötzmann, fred van hove and han bennink // garten // balls // free music production peter brötzmann, fred van hove and han bennink plus albert mangelsdorff // antwarrepe // live in berlin 1971 // free music production peter brötzmann, juhani aaltonen, peter kowald and edward vesala // kippis // hot lotta // blue master special instant composers pool tentet // tetterettet nr. 11 // in berlin // free music production peter brötzmann and han bennink // aufen #2 // schwarzwaldfahrt // free music production peter brötzmann, harry miller and louis moholo // long time service // the nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat // free music production peter brötzmann and willi kellers // edelgard (excerpt) // edelgard... maar helaas! // free music production peter brötzmann // number five (a-clarinet) // 14 love poems // free music production last exit // enemy within // moers // (self-released) peter brötzmann, jay oliver and willi kellers featuring manfred schoof // trollymog // in a state of undress // free music production sprawl // physica subterranea // sprawl // trost brötzmann chicago tentet // aziz // the chicago octet/tentet // okka disc die like a dog quartet // part 5 // little birds have fast hearts // free music production peter brötzmann, william parker and hamid drake // never run but go, part three // never too late but always too early // eremite peter brötzmann, william parker and milford graves // side c (excerpt) // historic music past tense future // black editions peter brötzmann chicago tentet // all things being equal, part two // images // okka disk peter brötzmann and peeter uuskyla // dead and useless (excerpt) // dead and useless // omlott sonore // two birds in a feather // only the devil has no dreams // jazzwerkstatt peter brötzmann and han bennink // this is my faith // in amherst, 2006 // brö full blast // (part four) // farewell tonic // trost peter brötzmann, johannes bauer and mikołaj trzaska // storm in the wasserglass // goosetalks // kilogram konstrukt and peter brötzmann // makinalı (excerpt) // dolunay // re:konstrukt peter brötzmann and fred lonberg-holm // the fusion of opposites // ouroboros // astral spirits peter brötzmann and jason adasiewicz // going all fancy // going all fancy // brö peter brötzmann, john edwards and steve noble // nail dogs by ears // soulfood available // clean feed peter brötzmann // the very heart of things // münster bern // cubus laboratorio musicale suono c and peter brötzmann // decomposition six // decomposition // setola di maiale black bombaim and peter brötzmann // (part four) // black bombaim and peter brötzmann // lovers and lollypops los toscos and peter brötzmann // las malvaceas // la vigilia de las flores // in-correcto peter brötzmann and szilveszter miklos // at mu (first part, excerpt) // at mu // adyton peter brötzmann and heather leigh // at first sight // sparrow nights // trost peter brötzmann and keiji haino duo // a landscape never glimpsed before is on the verge of manifestation (excerpt) // the intellect given birth to here (eternity) is too young // black editions peter brötzmann // lady sings the blues // i surrender dear // trost peter brötzmann, farida amadou and steve noble // b.a.n., part two (excerpt) // b.a.n. // dropa disc peter brötzmann, maâlem mokhtar gania and hamid drake // almost with the sun (excerpt) // the catch of a ghost // i dischi di angelica peter brötzmann and fred van hove // front to front // front to front // dropa disc peter brötzmann, heather leigh and fred lonberg-holm // flower flaps // naked nudes // trost peter brötzmann, majid bekkas and hamid drake // mawama // catching ghosts // act music

[ilojebacs]

The Milford Off-Grid House sits lightly in the rural beauty of Prince Edward Country, at one with the surrounding pastures and woodlands.

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