#house+of+romanov

[greekroyalfamily]

Prince Nicholaos and Chryssi Vardinoyannis have become engaged, the family's press office announced.

The wedding will take place in Athens, while the wedding date and further details will be announced in due course, the announcement said.

"The engagement of Prince Nicholas and Mrs. Chryssi Vardinoyannis was announced by the Press Office of the Greek Royal Family. According to the office's communications officer, Prince Nicholas and Mrs. Chryssi Vardinoyannis will be united in their sacred bonds in the Greek capital, Athens. The wedding date and further details will be announced in due course by the office of the Greek Royal Family."

Source Andreas Megos

Αρραβωνιάστηκαν ο Πρίγκιπας Νικόλαος και η Χρυσή Βαρδινογιάννη, όπως ανακοίνωσε το γραφείο Τύπου της οικογένειας.

Ο γάμος θα γίνει στην Αθήνα ενώ η ημερομηνία τέλεσης του γάμου και περαιτέρω λεπτομέρειες θα ανακοινωθούν εν ευθέτω χρόνω, αναφέρει η ανακοίνωση.

«Τον αρραβώνα του Πρίγκιπα Νικολάου με την κ. Χρυσή Βαρδινογιάννη ανακοίνωσε το Γραφείο Τύπου της Ελληνικής Βασιλικής Οικογένειας. Σύμφωνα με την υπεύθυνη επικοινωνίας του γραφείου, ο Πρίγκιπας Νικόλαος και η κ. Χρυσή Βαρδινογιάννη θα ενωθούν με τα ιερά δεσμά του στην ελληνική πρωτεύουσα, την Αθήνα. Η ημερομηνία τέλεσης του γάμου και περαιτέρω λεπτομέρειες θα ανακοινωθούν εν ευθέτω χρόνω από το γραφείο της Ελληνικής Βασιλικής Οικογένειας».

Πηγή Ανδρέας Μέγκος

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Day 795

Natasha: “So, are we just going to let her stay here? After all she’s done?”

Wanda: *sighs* “Look, I know it’s not ideal to have a power hungry, matricide commiting witch under this roof, but it’s safer to have her here rather than out there. At least now we can monitor her.”

Agatha, sat at the kitchen table in front of them: “You know I can hear you right?”

Natasha: “Obviously.” *turns to Wanda* “How can you feel safe with her here?! Not even to mention Y/N - we’re endangering them!”

Y/N: *sets down a tray of tea and scones* “Here we are Agatha! I apologize, we don’t have any tea leaves infused with the souls of the damned, but hopefully some fresh baked goodies will make up for it! How do you take your tea?”

Natasha: *horror* “Y/N! Get away from her!”

Y/N: “Why? She’s a guest!”

[roehenstart]

Portrait of Sophie Dorothea of Württemberg, Grand Duchess of Russia. By Alexander Roslin.

[elsalouisa]

"On Saturday we saw the Empress of Austria, and | was perfectly enchanted with her. She has a most lovely, tall & thin figure (50 years old) and such a pretty face & soft voice".

Princess Alix of Hesse about Empress Elisabeth of Austria, 1887.

[romanovthinkver]

am i falling in love with the one that could break my heart?

[anneine]

Romanovs lookalikes

[saint-ajax]

༒ OCT. 06 | BLACK WIDOW

༒ KINKTOBER

TW: SITUATIONSHIP | OVERSTIMULATION | ORAL SEX | VAGINAL FINGERING | SMOKING TRICKS | EXHIBITION

As the beautiful view of the Eiffel tower shine in the raven sky, you were sitting on the top railing of the balcony. Your waist is locked by Natasha's arms, keeping you from falling. While your arms lie around her shoulders as you watch her finish her last stick of cigarette.

    “I love your hair.” 

   You tell her. Her eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, “Why?” she asks.

   “Red reminds me of you.”

   “That’s sweet.”

   You smile at her. “I’ll never have you this close once we're back in the compound.”

   You bravely state knowing there's a big chance she would pull away now just to avoid a conversation of what the two of you are.

   You love her touch, her smell, her smile and her presence. She shows you protection, care, and attention above everyone else. What does that mean? That it's okay to sleep on her bed, fall asleep in her arms, yet it's not okay to call her yours? 

   “You have to learn how to be in the moment.” She tells you, tucking a string of hair on your ear. 

   “I am in the moment. That's why I fear it will end.”

   “Then savor the moment. Beautiful things don't last forever.” It pains you. The way she doesn't assure you of what would happen, instead tells you how to cope with it. 

   You nod, shifting your gaze away from her face that gives you the essence of home. 

Natasha could feel your shift of mood. But the only method she's expert in distracting you from reality that she couldn't give you is through sex. Which is favorable for both parties.

   She holds your chin, pulling your face to look her in the eye. “I'll show you one thing that won't stop once we're back.” You frown confusedly. You were about to open your mouth but she interrupted you when she said; “inhale.”

   Before she pulled your face to blow the smoke in your mouth. You inhaled the smoke in time and gently exhaled to blow it out. 

   She opens your thighs as she enters a finger in your cunt. It made you jump and gasp in surprise at her finger inside you. “Nat—”

   Her hand with the cigarette in between her middle and index pushes your faces closer to kiss and shut you up. While she curls her other fingers inside you, pumping them in and out of your slick folds.

   You don't hesitate to kiss back aggressively. Your lips collide. She gave you space to explore her mouth while she explored your spongy walls. You couldn't help but moan in the middle of the kiss as she pulled her fingers to circle your clit. While the competitive spy doesn't hold back in kissing you and dominating your mouth. It turned into a full blown make out session while she fuck your pussy with her skilled fingers.

   She pulled her fingers from you to raise it and make you suck it. She steps back, watching you suck on her fingers while inhaling the burning nicotine on her hand.

   “That’s my girl,” she says when you licked her fingers clean. “Strip for me,” she commands you, lending you a hand as you get off the cement railings.

   You strip your shirt, pants and underwear. The icy air freezes your skin but you were wet enough to ignore it. Natasha captures your lips again as she grabs your perfect ass to lift you and place you on the railings. 

   When she pulls back, she places the stick in your mouth. “Finish this for me, lyubov moya.”

   And you do, you lean back while she spreads your leg to dip her face into your core.

   She eats your pussy well. Licking your soft skin to dipping her tongue inside your damp walls. Your clit was a victim of her skilled tongue. She flicks on it, sucking the sensitive nub while you moan as fog releases from your mouth.

   She devours your drenched cunt. Robbed of air and sight as your legs trap her head in between. She keeps on lavishing your walls, slurping your juices, it taste fucking electric to drown her taste buds in you. 

   Your hands grips back on the railings as your legs part for her to feast on you. Your head is thrown back, chest is bare, and humiliation is out of sight as you are being eaten out on the balcony naked.

  You just know that her tongue is sending you through realms you haven't discovered. And that it was dragging a sweet legs shaking feeling that was driving you crazy. You were sitting and moaning pretty while she did all the work.

   Your favorite way of her distraction always has been and always will be working on you. Your mind is miles off the thought you were worried about.

   You're only focused on meeting the thrusts of her tongue as you beg to reach the climax. Your toes curl as your legs freezes while she licks your clit intensely. “Ah.. Nat.. I’m there.. I'm almost—”

   “Do it. Cum for me.” She encourages you. And as you push her face into your core, your head is thrown back as the bubble in your abdomen explodes. You release your juices which she slurps. Your hips thrusts into her face while she keeps on lapping your cunt.

   “A- ah… Nat.. stop.” You moan when she doesn't stop sucking on your clit and dipping in your slit.

   “I want more.” She mutters against your drenched wall as she kisses its inside. Your brows furrow over the stimulation you don't need but is there. It was driving you insane at the consistent flick of her tongue that sent an electric sting in you. It feels so good. And that was the problem, it feels too good.

  She bobs her head as the tip of her nose rubs on your clit before she flattens her tongue to smash it against your glossy clit. You whimper at the sensation. 

   Natasha was getting impatient for another orgasm from you which pushed her to use her fingers again. She pushes then inside your folds and out. She keeps on going as her lips cover your clitoris. “Mhm.. Nat… please.”

   You moan audibly, undecided of what you're begging for. Your toes curl again, walls tightly squeezing her fingers inside you while your legs shudder. You squeeze her head in between your thighs while her other hand holds down your right thigh.

   Next thing you know, you're seeing stars as another orgasm wash over you. She keeps on lavishing you delicious pussy while you catch your breath. She stands straight to suck on your hardened nipples and hug your waist to carry you inside.

   It was a wonderful night in Paris. When Natasha made you cum unstoppably until the sun rose.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Princess Victoria Melita of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Grand Duchess consort of Hesse and by Rhine and later Consort to the Head of the House of Romanov

German vintage postcard

[fashionhistory]

Some of Empress Consort Maria Feodorovna (Minnie)'s dresses from the 1880s - 1910s.

All from the Hermitage

[cesareeborgia]

↳ catherine the great in ‘the great’ season 3 trailer (2023)

[krasivaa]

A delightful photo of little Grand Duchesses Olga Nikolaevna and Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia with their auntie, Grand Duchess Elena Vladimirovna, circa 1898-1899. <3

[greekroyalfamily]

The Greek Royal Family on holiday in Aegean Islands

TMs The Titular King Pavlos II and Queen Maria Chantal of the Hellenes Prince and Princess of Denmark

HRH Crown Prince Constantine-Alexios of Greece Prince of Denmark Duke of Sparta

TRHs Princes Achileas -Andreas ,Odysseus -Kimon , Aristedes-Stavros and Princess Maria-Olympia of Greece and Denmark

Η Ελληνική Βασιλική Οικογένεια κάνει διακοπές στα νησιά του Αιγαίου

Οι ΑΑΜΜ Ο Τιτουλάριος Βασιλιάς Παύλος Β' και η Βασίλισσα Μαρία Σαντάλ των Ελλήνων Πρίγκιπας και Πριγκίπισσα της Δανίας

Η ΑΒΥ Πρίγκιπας Διάδοχος Κωνσταντίνος-Αλέξιος της Ελλάδας Πρίγκιπας της Δανίας Δούκας της Σπάρτης

Οι ΑΑΒΒΥΥ Πρίγκιπες Αχιλλέας - Ανδρέας , Οδυσσέας - Κίμων , Αριστείδης - Σταύρος και Πριγκίπισσα Μαρία - Ολυμπία της Ελλάδας και της Δανίας

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

❧ The four children of Tsar Nicholas II who remained at Tobolsk while their parents and sister Maria set off for Yekaterinburg, May 1918

From left to right: Anastasia, Tatiana (back), Alexei, and Olga ☙

[roehenstart]

Grand Duke Konstantin Konstantinovich Romanov by Alexander Mikhailovich Leontovsky.

[best-romanov-monarch]

@napoleonic-sexyman-tournament More propaganda from Pinterest (again, not my work)

[romanovsmurdermystery]

On the image: from the left to right Tatyana Nikolaevna and example of her hair colour; Anastasia Nikoalevna and example of her hair; Maria Nikolaevna and example of her hair: and Olga Nikolaevna and example of her hair.

The Mystery of the Grand Duchesses' Hair

Almost a year ago, when I started looking into the circumstances of the Nicolas II and his family 'murder' or rather disappearance, I noticed a certain detail that caught my attention - the box with four types of hair found in the Ipatievsky House on 2 August 1918 by the investigator Nametkin.

[…] a box with the hair of four colours, belonging, as per words of the present Terenti Ivanovich Chemodurov, to the former Grand Duchesses: Tatyana, Olga, Maria, and Anastasia Nikolaevna. […] - from the report produced by the investigator Nametkin on 2 August 1918.

This 'evidence' caught my attention because something seemed very odd about the finding.

Nametkin noted that the hair was of the four colours. This means that the hair in the panniers was long enough to identify the colours, as if it had been short then it simply would have mixed together and it would have been difficult to distinguish the types.

2. The Grand Duchesses had very similar to each other hair colour (see the image) and if their hair was mixed in one box it would be difficult to distinguish their colours. So, it means that the colours of the hair differed enough to distinguish them.

3. The Grand Duchesses could not have had too long hair in July 1918, as in July 1917 they shaved their heads. The hair grows slowly - approximately 1 cm per month, and even it it was 2 cm per month, by July 1918 they would have their hair no longer than slightly above their shoulders or even shorter. The point here is - there was no need to cut the hair even shorter. If it was done there was a reason for that.

4. Nowhere in the diaries of Nicolas II or Alexandra Fedorovna it is mentioned that the hair of their daughters was 'trimmed' in July 1918.

5. The priest who came to do the service couple of days before 16 July 1918 confirmed that the hair of the Grand Duchesses was slightly above their shoulders. This means that their hair was not cut. But if so, then why to cut it on the 16 July 1918?

6. Chemodurov was not in Ipatievsky House in May-July 1918 as Nicolas II let him go and kept Trupps as his valet instead. So he could not have known how long the hair of the Grand Duchesses was in the months of his absence.

7. Chemodurov in a conversation with Gibbs admitted that he did not tell the truth to the investigators as he wanted to make sure that the Family was safe.

Now the question is 'Whose hair was found in the box and why these four people needed to cut their hair?'

The hair colour of the Grand Duchesses was reconstructed based on the testimony of A. A. Tegleva given on 5-6 July 1919 to the investigator Sokolov.