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goblinschild · 6 days ago
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Rainbow Coyote 🌈
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faccal · 3 months ago
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Royal Llewellyn Heartiby & Sarah Heartiby
Ruth Heartiby
Eliot Heartiby & Raya Heartiby
I was tagged by @simonxriley to make a family using any picrew of my choice. Thanks for tagging me, it took me a hot minute to find one that looked right. (This is the picrew I used in case you want to use it as well)
They're all missing their crosses and hats, but it's okay.
I don't remember everyone who has family ocs, but imma tag @samithemunchkin @alidravana @tokillamockingbird427 and anyone else who wants to do this!
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saturnvs · 11 months ago
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guiding light
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demaparbat-hp · 2 months ago
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*pats Zuko's head* This bad boy can fit so many near-death experiences.
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Read For the Spirits Chapter VIII here!
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umburgrr · 5 months ago
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another one of my twst ocs! wanted to give kier a friend so i made parker — he’s a first year at rsa
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i think parker would communicate either with a notepad or by using sign language. he can speak but just prefers not to, for whatever reason
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^^^^ and above here is the original sketch i made for him… slight improvements have been made since 🤞🤞(he definitely looks like a reptile here but in a bad way LMAO)
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darkbluekies · 4 months ago
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In the dungeon
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yandere!king oc x fem!reader
Summary: after disrespecting him, you've found yourself in his dungeon. Edmund comes to visit you because he has heard that you haven't eaten in three days
Warnings: self starvation, punishment, toxic relationship,
Word count: 1.1k
He doesn't like it, but what choice does he have? If people found out that he doesn't punish his own wife, what would they think of him? That he's not a well respected leader because he can't even punish his own wife? No, he can't have that. He has to do it. But by doing it, he also feels pain, so it's a punishment for both of you. That's how he explained it.
You had disrespected him, belittled him and his masculinity. And now you're here. Easier said than done. Saying the words to him was easier than doing the time for them.
Your head hangs low as footsteps echo down the spiral stone stairs. You don't look up to see who it is, don't care who it is. Another guard to switch swift.
“Oh, my love …”
You look up. Edmund is standing on the other side of the metallic bars, wearing his clean, colorful clothes made out of the finest satin. He places a plate with a silver cloche on the bench beside him. You pull yourself up from the floor slowly, back sore from resting against the stone wall for eternity and stomach empty. Edmund's ice blue eyes follow your every step. It's not often that they contain any type of emotion, but seeing you like this brings out a deep worry that seems to make his eyes glow.
You drag yourself over to the door, which is nothing more than metallic bars. You hold onto one of the cold metal rods. Edmund places his hand over yours.
“The guards have told me that you haven't eaten in three days”, he says softly, as if you could break if he raised his voice even a decibel louder. “You can't do that, Y/N. You can't worry me like this.”
As if he would have eaten that stale bread and drink that moldy water, you think.
“Can I come up now?” you whisper. “I want to get out of here”, you cry weakly. “Edmund, please …”
Edmund shakes his head carefully.
“No, not yet”, he answers with a heavy sigh. “It's going to be okay, darling”, he reassures you softly, kissing the hand he's holding. “Soon, you'll be back with me, okay? Believe me, I want nothing more than to let you back upstairs and have you in my arms, but they would think I was incompetent in my role.”
He wipes one of your tears apologetically.
“Do you care more about your power than you do me?” you whisper.
He looks taken aback, unable to know what to answer.
“Don't be like that”, he says. “You know I love you more than anything else.”
But not enough, apparently, you think and sniffle.
He looks behind you, around the cell.
“I brought some food from the kitchen”, he says. “I want to see you eat it before I leave.”
He gestures for the guard to unlock the door as he bends down to pick up the plate. You back away from the door, finding your safe spot on the floor by the opposite wall. Edmund walks over, checking the floor before hesitantly sitting down.
“Do you have to sit on the dirty floor?” he mumbles dislikingly.
“I like it”, you reply.
“Alright, alright.”
Despite grimacing and dusting of his satin clothes, he makes himself comfortable on the hard, dirty floor and opens the cloche. The smell of boiled potatoes and marinated meat meets your nose, and the sight is even more exquisite. He takes out a silver fork from his pocket, stabs one of the potatoes and holds it to your lips. You open your mouth, letting him feed you. It tastes better than you remember it to. It has only been a week since you got locked down in the dungeon, but without anything to do, without necessities and comfort, the hours creep by. For all you could care, a month could have gone by. The only form of company you've had have been the rats crawling around on the floor, just big enough to squeeze through the metal bars. They bite.
“Tasty?” Edmund asks.
You nod. Anything that the kitchen prepares is delicious — or at least a thousand times better than the rock hard bread and dusty water.
“Good”, the young king says, pleased, feeding you another fork full of meat. “It makes me feel better to see you eat.”
Eating the food he has brought for you reminds you of how badly you want to vet out of here … and how much your comfort relies on Edmund.
Edmund wipes away a sauce smudge on the corner of your lips and sticks it between his lips to lick it off. You doubt he would do that to anyone else. Ever. He has certain liberties with you which he has with no one else. He can hug you, touch you, smile at you, joke with you. You give him life in a way no one can.
“You should see how restless my hours without you are”, he sighs and rolls his eyes. “I'm a walking bomb without you. I almost feel bad for my secretary.”
“Then let me back up …”, you whisper, a last attempt to try to plead with him. “Please.”
“I can't. Not yet. I've already given you special treatment and advantages no one else has gotten. If I let you back upstairs before an appropriate time my authority will be questioned.”
“I'm sorry, Edmund.”
Your voice is barely audible. His hand stops dead in its track on its way to your mouth. A drop of sauce falls down on the floor. You can see that it hit him right in his heart, shattering it.
“Oh, I know”, he reassures you and feeds you the piece of meat. “I know, darling. I believe you.”
You chew slowly, swallow slowly. The food seems to get stuck in your throat.
“Good girl”, Edmund praises. “You can hold out a little while longer, can't you? Just a few more days?”
You nod in defeat. What other choice do you have now that your pleading didn't work?
Edmund stands up. You follow him panicked, quickly reaching out and grabbing his hand.
“No!” you shriek. “Dont leave me. I don't want to be alone!”
“It's getting late”, Edmund answers. “I thought that I would let you get some rest.”
“No … not alone … please. Please stay. Just a little while longer.”
He thinks for a second. “Okay.”
You breathe out in relief. He sits down with his back against the wall, letting you fall asleep against him, wrapped in his warm, strong arms. Leaving him alone with his thoughts — his conflicting, torturing thoughts.
When you wake up the following morning by the sun shining through the little window pane you're alone, lying on the floor, covered by a colorful cape made out of the finest satin.
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seraphont · 2 months ago
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Does the Jessa baby have a name 🥺🥺🥺
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Tana!! (:
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ninjaart-fan · 6 months ago
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Part 6
After Neige and the boys took the stranger to the infirmary and the nurse gave them the green light to stay and take care of her overnight, waiting to see if the girl would wake up. Chenya joined the group out of mere curiosity, not really to help, but just to find the most comfortable place to rest and have all the tea.
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bonus:
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part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
parte 7
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theroyalyandere · 2 years ago
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smutty yandere dilf! emperor? 😍😍 reader is like a servant or something jsjsjsjs
yandere!dilf!emperor x female!servant!reader smutty 18+
cw: dark content, child neglect, alcohol abuse, breeding, inappropriate touching, jealousy, torture, dub-con, mentions of pregnancy and lactation
a/n: to people who see this post, don't like? then don't read
imagine attending as a servant to the emperor who was taken by grief with the lost of his wife
you notice how he drowns himself in alcohol leaving his work to the butlers and other lords
even neglecting his only child, who you can see was sadden by the situation of losing their mother then their father to drinking
the emperor was too drunk to pay attention to you, although you are mostly the one who takes care of him because you tolerate anything that comes into your way
whether he throws a fit or vomit all over, you chose to endure it because of necessity
whenever you have time for yourself, you often find the young child of the emperor all alone, playing by the gardens or at their mother's empty room
the servants and guards attending to the child or passing by would look at the child with pity in their eyes thinking they are going to be doomed for life
having enough of seeing the sad prince/princess, you took it upon yourself to take care of them
you approached the child who was wary but eventually warmed up to you
days went by and the young prince/princess would often follow you like a duckling to it's mother
you adore the little kid and everyone can see it, the smile coming from the prince/princess was enough to make anyone's day bright
the news of his own child being fond of another person reached the ears of the emperor
he was in the middle of throwing a fit when you did not attend to him
the poor guard assigned to him had to inform him how you are currently attending to the his child which explains why you are late
he got a little sober and asked to show where you are
he soon dressed a little more decently albeit still smelling like alcohol and his appearance messy, he still went to find you
the guard lead the way until the emperor comes into a view where you are playing with the prince/princess along with a couple of servants
he watches at how loud his child's laughter are and the glow of your face
he feels his heart beat as if he has fallen in love again
you were nudge and turn to look at the emperor gracing you with his presence
you immediately stop tickling the young child and bow to him
words of apology came out of your lips profusely, stumbling over your words as you look down fearing for the worst
he only asked you to stand up and inspects you
your doe eyed stare makes his insides turn into mush
the young prince/princess turning to you pulling your hand to play again
the emperor looks down at his child who hid behind you from being unfamiliar with their very own father
he kneels down at the level of his child, it pains him how terrible he must've been for neglecting the sweet child his dead wife left behind
he apologizes for his behavior and promises to be on his best
the emperor saw how the little boy/girl would look up to you asking for approval to which you gave them a nod
the kid reluctantly agrees
he then turns to you apologizing and thanking you for taking care of the little one
since that day, it changed the way he looks at you
there's constantly a guard by your side especially when you are with the young child
the emperor keeps an eye on you at times
monitoring your routine
sending gifts and goods to your way
his obsession worsens day by day
he would slowly began to show interest with you
the emperor would drop his bad habits hoping you would see him in a different light
he does want to change but he can't the itching of his mind and hands to be on you
he quits alcohol and now you are his new addiction
he spends more time joining you and his only child
to sneakily get closer to you, learning about your interests and background
it makes him fall deeper in-love with you
his advances would become obvious to everyone, everyone except you
too focused on your duties to even noticed the emperor following you like a puppy
he grew even more jealous and would often take people secretly to torture
the next time you encounter those people, they would only scurry away than interact with you which places you in an odd position
he tunes it up even more through 'accidental' touches
he figures that he loves it when he's close to you, inhaling your scent almost delicious enough to taste you
he's hoping to get more so he permanently assigned you to him when you are not spending time with his child
his company intimidates you as you always feel his heated gaze
eyes scanning down from your head to toe, licking his lips while doing so
the emperor would often cage you in his arms or simply grabbing you by the waist
you get surprised everytime he does
when he couldn't handle it anymore he pins you in place and asks if you can't see how much he's pining for you
you shake your head no and he grins
"I will show you how much I want you to be mine."
he starts kissing you, making you whimper in the process
he makes you wrap your arms around him
kissing you so roughly almost taking your breath away
he rips your dress off making you yelp but he does not break the kiss
the emperor's hands would reach over to rub his palms over your skin
his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps and you feel heated
he breaks of the kiss and his lips travel south to suckle on your nipples
he plays with your breasts, teasing them and pinching them
he chuckles as he hears your whines
"patience, wouldn't be lovely if your lovely breasts swell with milk after I filled you with child?"
his words surprises you, making you worry but your mind is overtaken by lust
"yes please my emperor."
you say sultrily successfully seducing him with a sentence alone
he gets you and him naked
he feels how wet you are for him but decides that it isn't enough for him to let you accomodate to his size
so he scissors your walls with his fingers, rubbing and thrusting until his palms feel your clit
you whine and thrash around as you feel pleasure all over
back arching as he sings praises for how you're doing so well for him
you take the pleasure he gives you and soon comes undone with his hands
he pulls his hands out of your sore pussy, then brings his slick coated fingers to your lips
"open your mouth and suck it."
you comply and suck and lick slick of your release on his fingers
you taste your arousal making you clench your thighs which does not go unnoticed by him
he positions his body between your legs, grabbing you to feel you even closer
he looks down at you with lust
thrusting into you without warning
he groans at the tightness surrounding him almost rendering him motionless with how you squeeze his cock
he starts to thrust slow then suddenly went fast
you moan loudly as he fucks you hard
eyes rolling back to the back of your head
your brain shutting off from the stimulation you are receiving
he rams his cock into you with no mercy, overstimulating your clit in the process
he groans out that he is going to cum he rubs your clit with his thumb
fucking you even harder as you squeal
he thrusts so fast until he cums with a loud groan by your ear
you have your second orgasm with him filling your womb with his seed
he pulls out to see how his cum drips, he pushes it back with a thumb letting you moan a little softly
He cuddles you and you snuggle right back
You immediately fall asleep with exhaustion
he whispers in your ear that you are going to be his and his only
the emperor is determined to make you take the seat of the queen to raise his children and be his wife
he wants you to swell up with his kids marking you as his
for now he let's you rest and those plans with be continued for another day
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shpepyao · 4 months ago
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I've got an idea to make mothmen based on sins
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bigfatbreak · 10 months ago
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while im at it, lore for my painted pegasus because life is a lucid dream
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later in life garden/SS will have big problems in the royal guard bc a captain there has beef with his dad, but itll be fine eventually
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bechnokid · 1 year ago
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[Digimon OCs] Beelzemon's not hungry, he's just never satisfied!
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lemon-sweety · 4 months ago
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cw: fanchild
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man created a "perfect future" and made a doomed family : a concept
idk basically Maruki create a fake future, its like fake reality but y'know, everyone aged up (except him)
oh yeah the son's name is Naoki
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demaparbat-hp · 2 months ago
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The Crew is boisterous and loud, full of traitors, inside jokes, and secrets. The scum of the Fire Nation. The forgotten tiles on the Empire's Pai Sho board. The ones who change the game.
But most importantly—they're a family. And no matter how much they complain about their boss (teenage menace that he is), they'll do anything for their Prince.
Anything.
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The Crew is the heart and soul of my fic For the Spirits. No one really knows just how important they will be to the story...how important they already are.
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dibbledoodle · 4 months ago
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MEET MY SONS 🌹✨
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Beau :
Age: 18
School: royal sword academy
Dorm: dorm leader
Personality: he is very aggressive and mean because he hates people but he is tolerates his dorm members enough that nothing bad to happen to them. is very protective over his twin
Likes: reading ,black coffee and being by himself
Dislikes :people and bullies
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AURÉLINE :
Age: 18
School: Night Raven College
Dorm: Pomefiore
Personality: he’s shy and not super confident but is very sweet after his shyness cools off
Likes: reading , feeding birds, and tea
Dislikes: coffee and ripping clothes.
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Background :
The twins family are under a cursed every 40 years a son or daughter will be born as a beast and the rose will grow back and will reset itself for every 40 years. The twins were the last one to be born and unfortunately one of them was cursed as they grew up the twins were treated differently. One was treated with kindness because of his beauty and the other was treated like he was unwanted. Beau notices that and he doesn’t like it. He never understood or why his parents and other people treated his brother so poorly because of something he could not control. The days that he was bullied, he was there to protect his brother, he refuses to be friends with anybody because he believes that everybody has the same thought process but he’s in RSA to learn not all people are like that be kinder in the process. Aurélein grew up with a lot of self doubt and not confident in his appearance because of how people treated him in the past so now he’s in NCR in vils domain to build up his confidence.
Hope you enjoy them That’s all I got.
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darkbluekies · 18 days ago
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Yo hear me out
Ludwig reaches the age to find a bride. A ball is hosted and women are invited. Darling gets scared and gets flashbacks of her time and doesnt attend.
Here we go again
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Yandere!king x fem!reader, yandere!prince, yandere???princess
Summary: it's time for the crown prince to find a wife, but it is more complicated because of his family's disturbing history
Warnings: violence, trauma from earlier ball, mother scared of her own child, conservative views, twisted family
Word count: 1.7k
Read this oneshot to get a better understanding
It’s normal for girls to have one, but Edmund has insisted that Ludwig should have one too. He needs to be put out in society, to find a queen worthy of the Vesanus-house. You doubt any one deserves to be in this house. They deserve so much better. 
All noble families and aristocracy have been invited in hopes of finding a wife for the future king … or what is left of it. You have no desire to join. It all is too similar to that ball — the one where Edmund decided you were going to be his. When many of your family friends died. When many of your personal friends died. The blood bath was a tsunami, and had given you nightmares for months. You have learned to love him. It’s not like you’ve had any other choice but to accept him. 
You can’t see this ball ending in any other way than it did that night.
“Come on, darling”, Edmund says as he walks into the room. “People are asking for you. You have to come now.”
“I’m not going out there”, you reply shortly, feeling panic set in your body. 
You’re not even wearing the right clothes. Dressed in your nightgown, sitting on the bed. You haven’t planned on leaving any time soon. The mere thought of entering the ball room makes your skin crawl. You haven’t been in there since that night. You’re not planning to either. 
“You have to”, Edmund says, walking closer to the bed.
You can’t control it anymore. “No! I’ll never go in there again!””
He stops. He isn’t used to people telling him ‘no’, and you can’t help but feel a bit cocky about it. 
“If you’re not there, people will talk!” Edmund insists. “They’ll talk about you more than of Ludwig and that will defeat the entire point of the ball!”
“I’m not going out there and I’ll take whatever punishment you come up with because I refuse!” you say through gritted teeth, even though you want nothing more than to scream at him. “It’s exactly like that night! I know that something will happen! He’s just like you.”
You hate to admit it, but Ludwig scares you. Your own child scares you. 
Edmund sighs and nods slowly. 
“Okay, I get it”, he says. 
You don’t look at him. 
“I’ll let you stay here”, he says. “You don’t have to come with me. Get some rest, okay, darling?”
You nod shortly.
“I’ll come check on you every now and then”, he says.
“Okay.”
Edmund walks over to you, cups your cheeks and kisses you gently. He gives you a small smile before he walks out and closes the door behind him, returning to the ball. Maybe this is for the better, he thinks. If you’re in the bedroom, no one will be able to put their filthy eyes on you.
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“Father!” Ludwig says loudly to be heard over the crowd of laughing people. “Where is she? Where is mother?”
“She’s not feeling well”, he lies to not cause suspicion among the guests. “She’s resting.”
Ludwig scoffs. Resting? During his debutante ball?
“Not on my fucking watch”, he mutters and makes his way out of the ball room. 
He storms down the great corridors, getting further away from the music and laughter. The dark corridors are colder than the heated ballroom. He marshes towards the king’s and queen’s chamber with an anger roaring in his chest. He doesn’t bother knocking as he enters. You look up at him from the bed, a look of shock and confusion. 
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ludwig spits and stops right in front of you. “Why aren’t you out there celebrating me? This is a gigantic day for me, mother!”
“I know, Ludwig, but I don’t feel well about it”, you mumble uncomfortably and avoid his intensive eyes. 
The same eyes as his father’s. 
“Because father fucked up?” he scoffs and presses his hands to his chest. “How's that my problem? Why can’t you support me?”
Because you’re like him. 
Ludwig knows about that night. He knows everything. Edmund hasn't understood why he should hide it when it's a big part of the family history.
“I’m sorry”, you say. “I have to rest.”
Ludwig doesn’t waste any time, doesn’t hesitate, before he grabs your wrist and yanks you up from the bed. A painful wave shoots through your arm. He’s holding your wrist in a hard, tight grip that is sure to leave behind bruises. He drags you out of the room, out into the big corridor. 
“Ludwig, stop!” you exclaim. 
He doesn’t listen, doesn’t answer, as if he hasn't heard you. You look around for anything to help you. Your eyes land on a maid carrying table cloths. 
“Get the king!” you plead. 
You continue to fight against Ludwig until Edmund storms over. He ran directly from the stood the second the maid reached him.
“Let her go this instant!” he orders. 
And Ludwig does. You fall down on your knees, clutching your hurt hand to your chest. Your entire body is trembling.
“Have you no shame?!” Edmund roars. “Your mother is in a nightgown! Should the entire aristocracy see her in this state, do you think?”
Ludwig’s ears have gone red. It’s extraordinary, you think, how Edmund is the only one that can make him seem human. The only one that can make him feel pure regret and shame. 
“If you can treat your mother like this, how do you expect any of the men in there to have respect for you?” Edmund continues and gestures back towards the way to the ballroom. “Do you think any of them will let any of their daughters marry you? Answer!”
Ludwig seems to struggle to talk. “No, father …”
“Ask your mother for forgiveness.”
Ludwig turns to you. You force yourself to meet his eyes. 
“Forgive me, mother”, he says. 
It sounds weird to hear him ask for forgiveness. You don’t answer him. Your voice have didappeared. Edmund helps you up gently and wraps his arm around you. You can’t help but cry as he starts to lead you back to the chamber. How could your own child be such a monster? Did he inherit nothing from you? Did you fail as a parent? Could you have done more for him?
“It’s okay, my jewel”, Edmund comforts you. “I will punish him. Did he hurt you?”
“No”, you answer. 
You clutch your painful hand tighter to your chest. 
“Good”, Edmund replies. “I will put guards outside your door to make sure that he won’t return.”
He tucks you in and gives you a sorry smile. He burns with anger. That child. 
“Edmund?”
“Yeah?”
“Where’s Victoria?” 
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Ludwig storms down the corridor. Fuck everything. Fuck it all. 
He feels something hit him on the leg. He stops. He looks down, then around, but can’t see anything. Another small blow to his leg. He bends down and picks up a small stone. A small smile spreads on his face. 
“Shoot me one more time and I’m taking back the slingshot”, he says. 
“Not fair!” a voice whines from behind one of the heavy drapes by the large window. 
Ludwig walks over to the window and pulls away the heavy, red curtains, revealing a small child sitting on the floor. She giggles up at him. Ludwig crouches down in front of her and knocks on the wooden slingshot. 
“You’re supposed to be asleep by now”, he says. “I thought your governess was supposed to look after you. Where is she?”
“She fell asleep”, Victoria replies and giggles. 
Ludwig scoffs with a smile and picks her up, carrying her on his hip. 
“Alright, let’s go”, he says. “Back to bed.”
“No!” Victoria complains. “I want to dance too.”
“You’re too small. You can dance when you’re older.”
The thought breaks his heart. Reality is, he doesn’t want her to become older. He wants her to stay the little size she is now, innocent and cute. For now, she is the only person that doesn’t dislike him. 
“Have you found a wife yet?” she asks. 
“No, not yet”, he answers. “But the night is young — for me, not for you.”
Victoria hugs her brother's neck and rests her head on his shoulder. 
“I want a debutante ball too”, she mumbles. 
“You will have one, when you're older”, he says. “And I will make sure that no stupid men come to take you. They’ll have to go through a long and hard process with me before I let them come close to you.”
“Will you shoot them with the slingshot?”
“I’m the crown prince, I can do whatever I want.”
He carries Victoria back to the nursery. In the rocking chair, the governess is sleeping with a book in her hand. Ludwig rolls his eyes. He tucks Victoria into her bed and walks over to the rocking chair. He grabs the book out of her hands and hits her on the top of the head. She gasps and shoots up. 
“Hi, good morning”, Ludwig says sarcastically. “Do you know what time it is?”
“N-No, what?” she asks with a raspy, scared voice. 
“Ten. At night. Guess who I just found out in the corridor shooting people who walk by with a slingshot?”
The governess looks around wide eyed, searching for the little girl.
“Do your job before I make father find a new governess”, Ludwig threatens and throws the book in her lap. 
She blushes and apologizes profusely. Ludwig rolls his eyes. 
“Ludwig”, Victoria says from the bed.
“Yes?” Ludwig asks in a softer tone.
“Can you tell me about the ball tomorrow morning?”
“Sure.”
“Will you pick a nice girl? Someone that wants to be my friend?”
Ludwig feels his heart ache. He has friends, some at least — some that have been chosen to be his side when he'sking — but Victoria has none. It's not important. She has her tutors to teach her etiquette. A girl to be married off for connections doesn't need friends. 
“Yes”, he replies quietly. “I will.”
Victoria smiles and hugs her doll, closing her eyes.
Ludwig says goodnight to his little sister and walks out, making his way back to his ball. He will find someone tonight, someone worthy. And if he doesn't, he’ll have these balls until he finds one. 
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