#imperial family

[empress-alexandra]

Grand Duchess Elizabeth Feodorovna of Russia, 1890s.

[ru8yx]

Rezef Hill x Cayena’s lady-in-waiting reader 😼

OOO~ 😉 HES SO XJHXHXHDHD (IM NOT DOWN BAD ISTG)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: obsessive rezef, betrayal, no happy for u🙏, badly written, manipulation

𝐑𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐑𝐄𝐙𝐄𝐅’𝐒 golden blond hair, almost identical to his sister's, contrasted against his penetrating blue eyes, their dark depths holding a captivating allure. His hair was short and wavy, with several thin strands rebelliously sticking out, giving him a boyish charm that only added to his appeal.

His angelic allure was undeniable. His striking features, coupled with an innate awareness of his own attractiveness, made him a magnet for noble ladies, who found themselves drawn to his handsome visage. Rezef was conscious of this effect he had on them, and he exploited it to his advantage, skillfully manipulating those who fell for his appearance.

Rezef's upbringing was marked by a profound deprivation of love and affection, leading him down a path of moral degradation. Though he possessed an angelic exterior and a striking handsome face, his heart harbored a dark and twisted soul.

Contrasting with his charming appearance, Rezef's cruel disposition knew no bounds. He was a man consumed by possessiveness and an insatiable thirst for power, a result of his father's relentless warnings that everything he held dear could be snatched away in an instant if he didn't possess authority and control. As a result, he grew into an irritable and vindictive individual, quick to anger when someone attempted.

Then, his gaze fell upon a lady in waiting who served his dear sister, not the woman herself, but the position she held. This lady was the sole daughter of a high-ranking noble, the heir to her family's fortune and reputation.

A sinister idea formed in his twisted mind, and a sly smile played on his lips. He could make her his toy, a puppet for his own entertainment, to be played with at his whim. After all, who could deny the prince's desires?

Thus, his grand performance began. Whenever he caught a glimpse of her, he assumed the role of the charming prince, concerned with the welfare of his subjects. His excuse for showering her with gowns was that he desired the happiness of his people. He would conveniently appear whenever she faced adversity, playing the part of her prince charming.

However, despite his charming demeanor, his true nature remained masked to others. He found himself unable to win her heart, for she saw through his cunning facade and recognized the manipulative individual that lurked beneath.

In their game of pretense, she continued to praise him, viewing him as a charming and good-hearted prince. Perhaps she felt a sense of pity for him, knowing the abuse he suffered in his upbringing. But despite this pity, she did not love him.

For how could such a vile monster ever stir any affection within her heart? He had shattered innocent lives and harmed those who mattered dearly to her, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

Months had elapsed since their initial encounter, and the former lady-in-waiting had progressed into the privileged position of being Prince Rezef’s treasured beloved. Lavished with golden jewelry and an array of gowns in every shade, she basked in the adoration and praises of the people, all because she had the ability to tame him.

Prince Rezef himself had started to seek out her warm touch, finding solace in her eyes that glimmered even in the dark, and her voice that brought a soothing melody to his ears. However, it was not love that drove him to her. In his twisted perception, she was like a doll, a possession that he had no intention of discarding.

She was the only person who looked at him with a gentleness he had rarely experienced; a doll he cherished and treasured, despite his own inability to love her.

Little did Prince Rezef know of the dark secret his beloved harbored within her heart. She had made a secret deal with his own sister, swearing that she would manipulate and control him, transforming him into her puppet.

Once this plan was successfully executed, she would ascend to the throne of the emperor, while she would be rewarded with a prominent and comfortable position, one where she could live in secrecy with her actual lover.

❛ such an deal I cannot refuse, I, [name] the sole heir of the [xxxxxx] family, accept you, Cayena Hill, as our future emperor ❜

❛ Lady [name], I thank you for the support, and as promised, you and Lord [xxx] shall be granded the positions of Duke and Duchess ❜

She artfully deceived him, making him believe that he was her first love, her first in everything. She convinced him that she regarded him as an angel and pledged her unwavering loyalty by his side, promising to aid him in becoming an emperor, and earn the adoration and support of the entire empire.

And yet the day never came

❛ Lady [name] or now Duchess [name] and her highness, Cayena hill were the only ones that held his heart, and the only ones who broke it, working together to take what is rightfully Princess’es Cayena’s. And will forever be rememberd as the Marionettes of broken strings❜ she read out loud, her voice a humming melody as the words danced off her tongue, all while rezef who promised to study with her simply raised an eyebrow

❛ how strange, they share many similar traits as you and sister, the only difference is that you would never betray me like that ❜

❛ no.. I suppose ..I would not... ❜

[thepaleys]

In 1905 Pavel's new happiness was shaken by the news that Sergei had been assassinated in Moscow. The Tsar gave him permission to attend the funeral, alone, restoring to him the rank of lieutenant general, and he travelled to Russia with a package Sergei had given him thirteen years earlier, to be opened in the event of his death. It was found to contain the uniform of the Preobrajensky Guard in which Sergei wanted to be buried, but the terrorist's bomb had done so much damage to the body that it was impossible to do as he asked. Pavel's return to Russia could not help but be uncomfortable and distressing for all concerned. Dmitri was afraid that his father would take him away, and clung to Elisabeth. She could not forgive Pavel for all that had happened, and for him, the death of a favourite brother at a time when they were estranged was a thought too painful to recall. There could be no reconciliation and no hope of renewed friendship. The past was gone, and for the rest of his life Pavel would never speak willingly of his childhood.

Romanov Autumn - Charlotte Zeepvat

"Our family life was extremely happy, but he missed his country. He rarely talked about Russia, and even less about his family memories, in front of us children. But one evening at dinner, my sister (Natalie) and I got a bit carried away and asked him about it. He happily told us about his games with his brother Serge [...]. A miniature harbour had been built for them on the little canal in the Imperial Park. Then he became sad, no doubt thinking of the tragic death of his father and brother. Having seen the result of our curiosity, we never asked him again about his childhood."

Irina Paley quoted in the book "Natalie Paley - Princess en Exil" by Jean-Noel Liaut

[graoduque]

Construindo o meu Palácio Imperial Riberanhouff!

[adini-nikolaevna]

“It is truly impossible to imagine anything more perfect than this imperial family together. The Emperor, Empress and their children could be characters from some fairy tale!”

—Comtesse Dorothea de Ficquelmont on the family of Emperor Nicholas I of Russia.

[emaadsidiki]

The Imperial Family's Gardens🏡

[kuroneko1815]

Coming of age talks

Because of all the coming of age talk, I remember something I wrote for @eloise175 about a conversation between the Imperial family about their coming of ages. Based on her version of the Imperial family’s composition. I just decided to expound on this.

As Judith’s coming of age drew closer, or rather, as the year turned and she had reached the midpoint of her seventeenth year, the preparation began in earnest. This was a day that her parents had been planning on since her birth. On her father’s part, it was one filled with dread and grudging acceptance that she was no longer the baby he carried around every where.

For her mother, it was a reminder that the years had turned and was another milestone for her to mark the passing of years and her eldest child’s life. A life that her parents had sworn would be nothing like what they had lived through. It was much in the same way her parents had begun to plan for all of the milestones of each of their children practically since birth. A golden and flowery life mapped out for them, filled with nothing but love and laughter.

During one particular dinner, the topic turned to their parents own respective coming of age celebrations. There was a long pause from their Mama and Servant. The two shared a look with one another.

Servant coughed. “Well, I didn’t have the traditional coming of age ceremony. We were at war and I came of age on the battlefield, and to celebrate it, I burned an entire capital city to the ground after they refused to yield. And then my men plied me with lots of alcohol and tried to send some camp followers my way.” He said, reminiscing the past.

“Oh really? You never told me that last part.” Mama said with a bite in her tone.

“Well, nothing happened. I made it clear that I’d cut up any woman that tried to follow me to my tent.”

There was a silence throughout the dining room table as the children looked at their father in disbelief and with quite a lot of dubiousness, still unwilling to believe their father’s old reputation. “And what about you, Mama?” Rigel asked innocently.

“I heard it was so beautiful.” Judith said in a whisper.

“I heard it was memorable for an incident.” Kayden replied.

“Oh, what incident?” Dante, ever the troublemaker asked.

Eden looked on in curiosity. “Was it something bad?”

Their mother bit her lip. “Well, it was a lovely ceremony. I wore a dress your father gifted to me, but we had quarrelled before that and were on a break so I really didn’t want him to attend the ceremony, he still came, of course. But I tried to hurry him along so that I wouldn’t have to talk to him. And the incident was due to the demon Laila that crashed the event.”

“Oh…” The children all said.

Their father snorted. “On a break?”

And then he continued on. “You left out a lot of details, love. Like how you rejected my marriage proposal, which was, now that I think back on it, utterly ridiculous and I couldn’t fault you for it. Broke up with me. And… the grand prize of it all, you got poisoned and nearly died in my arms, and was in a state of life or death for days on end.”

The children all turned to their mother in horror as if to reassure themselves that she was really here and alive. That their beloved Mama was alright after such an ordeal.

Their Mama glared at Servant. “Well, I wasn’t going to tell them that!”

And then she turned to them with a smile. “Don’t worry, sweethearts.” Mama said. “Nothing like that will happen on your birthdays.”

“Yes, you’ll all have celebrations that would be talked about for years.” Servant said.

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On Crown Princess Judith’s birthday, the celebration was exceptionally exquisite. There could be no fault found in anything. And it was clear that the Imperial family had not scrimped on any aspect of the celebration.

The former Duke cried on as he toasted his eldest granddaughter’s entry into adulthood with wistful cheer, only occasionally ranting about the wretched Emperor who had tricked his beloved daughter into marriage. The Emperor took it all in stride, turning it all back to remind them that the Empress had happily chosen him and had been the reason why a wedding needed to be planned in haste.

At the end of the celebration, a marvellous cake was brought out, layers upon layers towering over everyone. Just as the Crown Princess was about to cut a small piece of it. Her twin siblings who had been elbowing one another had accidentally pushed each other too hard and Dante careened forward into the base of the cake, toppling it over and nearly killing people as they all scrambled away from the giant mass of sweet confection.

The Imperial couple could only look on with a sigh that turned into a small giggle.

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On Prince Kayden’s coming of age, a winter storm came out of nowhere and had trapped everyone within the palace. Fortunately, they were able to accommodate everyone within its halls, with great difficulty. The Emperor had decided to ply everyone with alcohol to ensure they would have a good time.

If a few people snuck off somewhere only to be hastily married a few weeks later and a few children were born nine months after the Prince’s coming of age, well… wasn’t that all a coincidence?

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During the twins’ birthday, Prince Dante and Princess Eden had, with their first bit of alcohol secretly given to them earlier in the day by their Uncle Reynold, decided to challenge one another to a drinking contest. Normal people would have died by the quantities they’d imbibed in but they were dragon blooded, it was no more than a buzz for them.

If they were a bit chatty, then there was nothing wrong with that. If they were a wee bit too friendly, that was fine too. And then came the toasts and more alcohol in their cups. The hotheaded twins had then gotten it into their mind to challenge each other with displays of magic and had, as a result, nearly burned down the palace with a bout of pyromania.

The Empress wasn’t amused, the Emperor was merely angry that he hadn’t been the one to give the twins their first sip of alcohol as he’d done for Judith and Kadyen. Lord Reynold Eckhart, was subsequently banned from the Imperial palace for two months, and was sent away by his brother and father to some remote property to repent and reflect on his actions.

He came back exactly two months later with a baby that no one could account for (not even him because he’d been drunk), and a donkey. (The baby was subsequently returned to it’s birth parents and he was sent to another place to reflect and repent once more, the donkey came with him).

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Penelope had been truly dedicated in the idea that nothing, absolutely nothing, would go wrong for her baby boy’s birthday. All of her older children had mishaps on their coming of age ceremonies, but she swore that Rigel wouldn’t have any such thing happen. This was her last chance at throwing a flawless celebration.

And it would have been perfect, had not the Prince in question been a mage with a particular affinity to animals. And as though to celebrate with them, the animals all came in, storming the celebration hall at his call and had cuddled him, nuzzling into his side.

The Empress could only smile serenely as the onlookers looked on in disbelief. Yes, of course, she gave up. This was something that would happen. It almost seemed as though their family was cursed.

“Cheer up, Love.” Callisto told her. “At least people will remember and talk about it for years to come. Well, talk about all of their celebrations, not just this one.”

[waaanderingluna]

🥀 𝖁𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝕬𝖗𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝕯𝖎𝖊

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《𝚆𝙴𝙱𝙽𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙻》

[starwarsgirl198]

@feel-the-fire had drawn these two drawings a while back of our OTP for Star Wars...well, our main one xD ....Yes, I do pair Kalene with Palpatine in an storyline that I am doing with @feel-the-fire and if you do not like it, then ignore it and move on. That’s what we do, don’t want no shit, won’t start no shit unless you do it first.

[yornationalanthem]

OTMAA MBTI!

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Olga: INFJ (Ni, Fe, Ti, Se)

Tatiana: ESTJ (Te, Si, Ne, Fi)

Maria: ESFJ (Fe, Si, Ne, Ti)

Anastasia: ENFP (Ne, Fi, Te, Si)

Alexei: ESFP (Se, Fi, Te, Ni)

[empress-alexandra]

Grand Duchesses Olga, Tatiana, Maria and Anastasia of Russia, 1914.

[postcard-from-the-past]

Female line of the German Imperial Family

German vintage postcard from 1916

[thepaleys]

Grand Duchess Marie Alexandrovna on meeting the Hohenfelsens

(safe to say she was not impressed 🤣)

Paris, 16 June 1908

The young Swedish couple" has arrived in our hotel. Little Marie is a very sedate and calm little person, but she poured her heart out to Baby: she feels it terribly meeting here her step-mother and suffers greatly under it. As to poor little Dmitry, he is in perfect despair. He hates the whole thing and loathed the idea of seeing his new Geschwister [siblings]. He comes to me to talk about it.

Of course Uncle Paul and wife manquent de tact [are tactless] in every way: for instance, last Tuesday he arranged a big luncheon with quantities of his French acquaintances and asked us too. It was the first time poor Dmitry went to his house here and Uncle Paul presented him to all the guests as "mon fils aine" [my eldest son]. The boy simply se tordait de désespoir [curled up in despair], we observed it all and in the middle of this unknown company appeared these second children and all the affected French people went into loud ectasies about them [at this time, Vladimir was 11, Irina 4 and Natalie 2], whilst poor Dmitry was pale with concentrated rage and moral suffering.

Marie told Baby that she never would have come here, had she known, how it would be. And people are wonderfully taktlos. They all praise her to the skies when they talk to me, cette charmante Comtesse Hohenfelsen, "elle est adorable, cette femme". Vous trouvez [that charming Countess Hohenfelsen. She's adorable, don't you think?]. I answer, oh! Bien pour moi, c'est très pénible [for me it's all very painful] and I tell them a few truths. Then they at once turn the conversation, as French people hate when they are found at fault et ne désirent pas du tout en savoir d'avantage. [and don't want to be wrong in any way].

As to Uncle Paul, I cannot support at all him here; his whole attitude and tone I find detestable, I don't show it, à quoi bon and I am simply polite with his wife, like with any lady in society I don't care for. I simply writhe when I see in his house portraits of my mother, what a desecration! And he pointed them out to me! I thought one moment I would like to insult him before all his idiotic French guests.

"Dear Mama" - Diana Mandache

This is what I love about digging into original sources. When we read Grand Duchess Maria Pavlovna's memoires, the idea we get is that she always had a pleasent relationship with her stepmother, but here (at least according to Maria Alexandrovna, who clearly still held a deep resentment towards her brother and his second wife) it seems things were not so smooth.

It's also interesting (and sad) to notice how she doesn't really consider Grand Duke Paul's children from his second marriage worthy of any note and is even annoyed that the French fawn over them and that Grand Duke Paul introduces Dmitri as his "eldest son", which seems to imply she doesn't consider Vladimir to be his son at all.

It kind of shows what the rest of the family thought about Grand Duke Paul's second family: so irrelevant that it was as if they didn't exist.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

By Justin McCurry in Osaka

1 Apr 2024

1 April 2024

[serpentartist]

I'm starting to draw official arts 🎉✨

Good luck to me 🥲

Also let's welcome the apostates from the ideology God - Lucifer with his wife and Reficul!

[emaadsidiki]

To Plant a Garden is to Believe in Tomorrow.

– Audrey Hepburn