#prince cort

[princemercer]

prince: damn prince: are all firefighters around here straight out of a calendar? prince: i might need to take up arson @atticuscortes

[luegootravez]

Brooke Candy, Marvin Cortes & Charlie Matthews by © Prince Chenoa & Jacob DeKat

[incorrectuksies]

finch: i have many hidden talents.

specs: like what?

finch: i wouldn't know, they're hidden.

[madebysimblr]

End of Act III

Raina: [quietly] Oh thank god.

Cordy: I love you too. I never got to say it.

Raina: [inhales] You do?

Cordy: I do. You’re here to stay?

Raina: If that’s ok.

Cordy: More than ok.

Cordy: My dad will be back in a minute… I’d really like for you to meet him.

Raina: That sounds great.

Cordy: Good.

Cordy: And I live above the store. We can catch up.

Raina: Perfect.

[adhdedrn]

First poll.

Third poll.

Fourth poll.

Fifth poll.

[darkacua]

The Cain instinct

I demand canon moments where Silver and Malleus treat each other like siblings whenever they're alone, especially if Lilia or Sebek aren't around them. Where they show that outside of their typical treatment of respect is the fact that they were raised by the same man whom they both consider their father. They love each other eternally, they would kill, they would die and they are capable of destroying the entire world for each other, one to a greater extent than the other.

Especially since I'm sure they both have ridiculously strong Cain instincts.

One day you are a prince taking care of your caregiver's adopted son and the next a being who lives in an eternal circle of revenge and destruction towards the cruelty of humanity (Silver bit his finger when he was 8 years old and Malleus pecked his eye in Consequently, they continue to blame each other whenever they can)

Imagine a Silver who fell asleep in the forest and Malleus just finds him. If Lilia, Sebek or anyone was near him he would feign complete concern and take him to his bedroom. But he's alone, so he's going to wake up the young man he considers his brother with a loving kick in the ribs (nothing too hard, he wants to bother him, not kill him).

Or a malleus who is simply reading and out of nowhere feels a wet finger in his ear, a finger that belongs to a 17-year-old with a smile too kind for someone who has just drooled in the ear of the next king of the Briar Valley , and someone who is also a coward since he runs away the moment the older man gets up from his seat.

It is better if neither of them knows what is happening, they just know that there are days when they have to be mean to the other or they will go crazy, they have accepted it as a royal decree and will continue it until the end of their days. .

Imagine that no one knows about this kind of treatment, until someone enters Diasomnia only to find the all-powerful Malleus Draconia screaming like a dying child because Silver has him in a wrestling hold (which it is very obvious he can get out of, but… Where's the fun in that?)

Anyway, I need an irrational Malleus and Silver being a shitty little brother. I leave my delusions here.

a small second part

Español bajo el corte

Exigo momentos canónicos donde Silver y Malleus se tratan como hermanos cada vez que están solos, sobre todo si no están Lilia o Sebek a su alrededor. Donde muestren que por fuera de su típico trato de respeto está el hecho de que fueron criados por el mismo hombre al que ambos consideran su padre. Se aman eternamente, matarían, morirían y son capaces de destruir el mundo entero el uno por el otro, uno en mayor medida que el otro.

Sobre todo porque estoy segura que los dos tienen un instinto de Cain ridículamente fuerte.

Un dia eres un príncipe cuidando al hijo adoptivo de tu cuidador y al siguiente un ser que vive en un círculo eterno de venganza y destrucción hacia la crueldad de la humanidad (Silver le mordió un dedo cuando tenía 8 años y Malleus le pico un ojo en consecuencia, se lo siguen echando en cara cada que pueden entre ellos)

Imaginen a un Silver que se quedó dormido en el bosque y Malleus simplemente lo encuentra. Si Lilia, Sebek o cualquiera estuviera cerca fingiría completa preocupación y lo llevaría a su dormitorio. Pero esta solo, así que va a despertar a él joven que considera su hermano con una amorosa patada en las costillas (nada demasiado fuerte, quiere molestarlo no matarlo)

O a un malleus que simplemente está leyendo y de la nada siente un dedo húmedo en su oreja, un dedo que pertenece a un joven de 17 años con una sonrisa demasiado amable para alguien que acaba de babear el oído del próximo rey del Valle de Briar, y alguien que también es un cobarde ya que sale corriendo en el momento que él mayor se levante de su asiento.

Es mejor si ninguno de los dos sabe que es lo que pasa, solo saben que hay días en los que tienen que ser malos con el otro o se volverán locos, lo han aceptado como un decreto real y lo continuarán hasta el final de sus días.

Imaginen que nadie sabe de este tipo de trato, hasta que alguien entra a Diasomnia sólo para encontrar al todopoderoso Malleus Draconia gritando como un niña moribunda porque Silver lo tiene en una llave de lucha (de la cual es muy obvio que se puede zafar ¿pero dónde está lo divertido en eso?).

En fin, necesito un Malleus irracional y un Silver siendo un hermano menor de mierda. Hasta aquí dejo mis delirios.

[black-beauty-poetry]

¿Sabes? Te esperaría todo el tiempo que necesites para sanar. Te seguiría amando, incluso si mañana se acaba el mundo.

He visto las espinas en tu corazón y sé que no sólo hieren a quienes las tocan, también están haciéndote sangrar.

Por eso, te esperaré hasta que una por una sean sacadas. Te esperaré hasta que se cicatricen los agujeros y heridas que te dejarán, y, si me lo permites, seré yo quien cure y cuide cada uno de tus cortes.

Sé que le tienes miedo al compromiso por culpa de quienes, en el pasado, decían amarte, pero sólo mentían para calmar tus desasosiegos, para que creyeras en un amor falso, para que no los molestaras más con tus insistencias.

Sé que aún quieres volver a hallarte, recuperar todo lo que esos ladrones disfrazados de príncipes te despojaron.

Sé que si me aceptas ahora, no entregarías todo de ti para amarme. Y también sé que si me llevo una decepción amorosa, yo seré el que se la buscó a causa de ser perseverante aun cuando me decías que no estabas preparada para abrirte emocionalmente otra vez.

Te rompieron, te arrebataron las fuertes ganas de amar, los cuentos de hadas que leías de niña, que te hacían soñar con llegar al altar al lado del hombre correcto, quedaron devastados porque te la pasaste buscando amor en los lugares equivocados.

Pero veo que te estás esforzando, deseas fervientemente reconstruirte y si necesitas tomarte un descanso del amor para conseguirlo, yo aguardaré por ti.

Que sepas que mis ojos no verán a otra persona de la misma manera que te miran a ti, ni mi corazón volverá a latir desbocado por nadie más, ni volveré a sentir la misma emoción y timidez cuando alguien se acerque a mí.

Eres tú, siempre serás tú.

Incluso si terminas rechazándome por las razones acertadas, incluso si no estás dispuesta a enamorarte.

Conservarás la dulce devoción de mi amor.

-Dark prince

[charlotte-of-wales]

Happy 57th birthday to King Felipe of Spain!

Born 30 January 1968, Felipe Juan Pablo Alfonso de Todos los Santos de Borbón y Grecia is King of Spain, having ascended the throne on 19 June 2014 upon the abdication of his father.

Felipe was born in Madrid during the dictatorship of Francisco Franco as the third child and only son of Prince Juan Carlos of Spain and Princess Sophia of Greece and Denmark. Felipe was officially created Prince of Asturias in 1977, two years after his father became king.

On his 18th birthday on 30 January 1986, Felipe swore allegiance to the Constitution and to the King in the Spanish Parliament as required by the constitution, fully accepting his role as successor to the Crown.

To prepare for his future role as commander-in-chief of the Armed Forces, Felipe joined the Spanish Army in 1985. During the next two years, he completed his military training in the Navy and Air Force. After completing his civil and military studies, he undertook official duties representing his father in different social and institutional events, such as chairing charity foundations or attending inaugurations of Latin American leaders. At one of these events with the press, Felipe met TV news journalist Letizia Ortiz Rocasolano, whom he married in 2004. Felipe and Letizia have two daughters: Leonor, Princess of Asturias (19) and Infanta Sofía (17).

Felipe attended school at Santa María de los Rosales, and then high school at Lakefield College School in Ontario, Canada, and studied at the Autonomous University of Madrid, where he graduated with a degree in law. He completed his academic studies by obtaining a Master of Science in Foreign Service degree from the School of Foreign Service at Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., where he was the roommate of his cousin, Crown Prince Pavlos of Greece.

Felipe ascended the throne at the stroke of midnight on 19 June 2014: The next morning, after receiving the Captain General's sash from his father, he was formally sworn in and proclaimed king in a ceremony held in the Cortes. Upon his accession, he became the youngest monarch in Europe, being nine months younger than King Willem-Alexander of the Netherlands.

[ragazza-whintigale]

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌! 𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝑫𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌! 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒕. 𝟏 / ???

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ Cruel Prince

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamento Yandere, fem Reader, contenuto sessuale esplicito e implicito, rapporti sessuali impliciti, minaccia , manipolazione emotiva, squilibrio di potere a danni di Mc, contenuto Lgbt, Dom Jude, Soft dom Cardan, Sub Reader.

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 1461

⟢𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 / 𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚘 ⟣

Per l’Alta Corte girava voce che l’Alto Re e l’Alta Regina avessero un amante. Una persona che i due condividevano, tuttavia non si sapeva chi fosse.

Alcuni supponevano fosse un mortale, altri dicevano fosse uno del Popolo.

Poi si facevano supposizioni sul sesso di detto amante. Femmina o Maschi.

In tutto questo lady (nome), che assiste da lontano un qualche Fae del palazzo, era tutto fuor che impressionata o sorpresa.

Lei è la così detta ‘amante’ dell’Alto Re e dell’Alta Regina. Nessuno avrebbe mai potuto sospettare di qualcuno che non aveva neppure l'occasione di interagire con i due regnanti. Forse era quello il motivo per cui era stata scelta. Qualcuno - non poteva ricordare chi esattamente - glielo aveva detto: Lei era la persona meno probabile. Il fatto che ancora nessuno era riuscito a scoprire chi fosse aveva reso le supposizioni della Regina più che corrette, beh… almeno fino a qualche settimana dietro.

Sfogliò il foglio ingiallito. Non sapeva di cosa era fatto e non era sicura di volerlo sapere, ha smesso di cercare una ragione negli usi qui ad Elfhame, in ogni caso non sarebbe rimasta a lungo in questo posto, aveva intenzione di andarsene il prima possibile.

Non appena il suo debito sarebbe stato saldato.

Le parole scritte con la magia ritraevano l’esistenza di un compagno di letto dei due sovrani, tuttavia nessuno aveva capito chi fosse.

Quando ha letto per la prima volta quel foglietto, aveva riportato i suoi dubbi a Jude e Cardan che risero alla sua preoccupazione lanciandole scuse poco più che al limite della rassicurazione. Poi hanno mandato tutto al vento nel loro crescente piacere. Il discorso non fu più aperto e lei non continuò a esporlo e veniva ancora segretamente scortata ogni giorno nelle loro stanze per riempire il loro tempo.

Facendo un veloce calcolo, passava più tempo con i due di quanto qualsiasi altro membro della corte a parte Jude e Cardan stessi. Oggi era una di quelle infinite giornate.

❝ Per Mab, (nome) non hai freddo vestita così.❞ I passi di Jude erano vicini, troppo vicino. Precisamente dietro di lei, la conferma arrivò quando le posò qualcosa sulle spalle sottili. Il pezzo di stoffa era grande e lungo, questo le faceva supporre appartenesse a uno dei due, forse a Jude stessa. O forse era semplicemente una coperta.

A volte aveva l’impressione di fasciarsi troppo la testa, e forse veramente per loro lei era più di un animale da compagnia. Ma poi era facile confondersi quando la vostra distanza di età era di oltre 10 anni.

Lady (nome) ha dovuto imparare molto presto che tutto questo era nella norma qui se non anche meno del normale.

Esiste molto di peggio, le aveva assicurato una volta Cardan mentre le faceva cerchi sulla schiena. Era la prima notte che era stata scortata da loro.

Jude l’ha tirata verso sé, schiacciando il suo petto con la schiena della mortale, chiudendo intorno alla sua figura la coperta che le aveva poggiato poco prima. Questa era una delle situazioni ‘normali’ a cui non poteva ancora smettere di arrossire e a Jude sembrava piacere questa semplice innocenza. L’avevano messa in situazioni molto peggiori di queste e ancora cose così semplici l’avrebbero imbarazzata a tal punto.

Piccoli elogi le caddero dalla labbra aumentando l’imbarazzo, facendo sentire (nome) - per l’ennesima volta - più al pari di un animale domestico che un amante.

❝Cosa stai leggendo di così interessante da ignorarci? ❞ Le dita di Jude componevano cerchi concentrici sul suo fianco mentre si sporgeva per leggere il contenuto. Cardan era uscito dal bagno con quel comportamento arioso e placido che lo contraddistingue, accentuato dalla doccia calda e dal rossore provocato dalla bottiglia di vino che aveva scolato. (Nome) si riteneva fortunata che i Fae non avessero lo stesso modo di reagire mortale all'ubriachezza. Sei mai quella poteva essere definita ubriachezza.

Lady (nome) abbassò il foglio abbastanza da permettere una facile lettura, consapevole che non sarebbe servito a nulla nasconderlo, lo avrebbero scoperto ugualmente. ❝ Ancora con questa storia? ❞ Cardan si era avvicinato per leggere, e il suo brusco commento non ha fatto molto per allentare la tensione. L’imbarazzo svanì completamente lasciando spazio a dubbio e timore ❝ Non è normale che io abbia paura? ❞ I lati del foglio si sono stropicciati sotto la tua presa. ❝ Nessuno ci rimetterebbe più di me in tutta questa storia. ❞ Un sospiro lasciò le labbra della Regina, poi le stesse labbra posarono un bacio sul retro dell’orecchio mandando brividi lungo tutto il corpo della ragazza. ❝ Mi sembra di averti già spiegato che ho tutto sotto controllo. Alla fine era inevitabile avrebbero scoperto dell’esistenza di qualcun altro…❞ Cardan si è seduto sul letto, (nome) non l’ha visto ma lo ha sentito. Il peso al suo fianco era aumentato, le mani del Re spostarono le gambe della mortale sopra le proprie, accarezzando la pelle nuda.

Per la prima volta erano calde le mani di Cardan. Era una sensazione piacevole e disgustosa allo stesso tempo. Il suo corpo rispondeva ormai a comando ai loro tocchi e questo la ripugnava abbastanza da cercare di ritrarre la gambe inutilmente. Le mani del sovrano strinsero la presa in una silenziosa minaccia a rimanere dove era. Non c’era il solito conforto che di solito lui rappresentava.

Decise di abbandonarsi nuovamente a loro.

Un sorriso tirò le labbra del Re e poco si poteva intuire cosa gli passasse per la testa. ❝ C-cosa intendi…? ❞ Il dubbio si insinuò persistente in lei. Se fosse stati loro a far trapelare la notizia come avvertimento. Per darle la consapevolezza del loro potere, capacità e influenza. Del diritto che avevano su di lei ma soprattutto del fatto che ancora gli apparteneva.

Loro avrebbero potuto tranquillamente mettere la voce di un amante per farle capire quanto lei necessitasse di loro o che non era ancora uscita da quella situazione abbastanza da poter fare una qualsiasi acrobazia azzardata.

(Nome) avrebbe voluto ritirarsi su se stessa con le gambe abbastanza vicine da poterle abbracciare e farsi più piccola in confronto alle due potenze che la circondavano.

Non riusciva a vedere Jude ma dallo sguardo di Cardan si poteva dedurre che sicuramente qualcosa era leggibile nella sua espressione.

Non ebbe il coraggio di girarsi

❝ Oh cara sei così carina quando fingi di non capire. ❞ Cardan rise con ironia e leggerezza mentre accarezzava, in un vago intento di tranquillizzarla, la pelle nuda. Eppure (nome) non ci trovava niente di divertente in quella situazione, anzi il tutto era sempre più inquietante. Non stava nemmeno fingendo come lui supponeva. Non tutti nascondevano la propria intelligenza sotto un velo di ignoranza come avevano fatto loro.

Lei non era stata presente durante la loro storia, ma conosceva il finale. ❝ Pensi che nessuno abbia sentito le tue dolci urla. ❞ Non si era accorta di aver mai urlato così forte da essere sentita . Un rossore si diffuse sul viso della ragazza nella consapevolezza delle scorsi notti. I due risero inteneriti mentre Jude si alzava dal suo posto. Il foglio di cronaca che aveva prima tra le mani era caduto a terra, e Jude lo raccolse. Lo lesse velocemente e lo strappo in 4.

(Nome) guardò sconcertata l’azione seguendo ancora la regina con lo sguardo, mentre si spostava verso il caminetto. In un attimo, prima ancora che qualcuno potesse obiettare, i pezzi di carta sono stati gettati nel fuoco.

❝ Cosi va molto meglio, ora non avrai più motivo di pensarci. ❞ Lo sguardo della Regina di Elfhame era su di lei, mentre lei guardava il foglio diventare cenere davanti ai suoi occhi.

Si chiese se avessero ragione, se veramente era solo paranoica. Forse si poteva godere tutto questo senza che diventasse un pericolo. Ma non era stata Jude stessa a dirle di non credere a niente che era offerto dalla corte? Lei e suo marito erano la corte. Modellata e governata da loro per loro, lei era una pedina su cui giocare.

La mano di Cardan posava sulla sua guancia ora, guidandola a distogliere lo sguardo dal fuoco per averlo per se. Gli occhi color mezzanotte con l’anello dorato intorno alla pupilla erano quasi ipnotici. Si trovò quasi a chiedersi se qualcuno potesse mai sospettare che ci fosse qualcuno che lui avrebbe guardato con lo stesso ardore e desiderio con cui guardava sua moglie.

❝ Ora ricominciamo da dove ci siamo interrotti.❞ Niente li aveva interrotti in realtà e lui era ancora in bagno quando era arrivata. Tuttavia non disse niente. Non disse che era ancora dubbiosa. Non disse che nonostante il foglio fosse stato bruciato il problema persiste. Non disse nemmeno che in quel momento voleva rimanere da sola, come tutte le altre sere prima di queste. Ma giustamente nessuna di quelle cose trovò posto per essere dette o ascoltate.

[rainbowxocs]

Name: Venus Bell.

Alt Name: Venus Violet, The Cultivator.

True Name: V____

Special Titles: False God, God of the Wilds.

Old Special Titles: Protector, Knight, Private, Prince.

Username: theoneandonly

Nicknames: Mushie, V, Culti, Cult, Buttercup, God, Mushi, Mushroom, Shroomy, Icarus, Vivi, Val, Vebis.

Chronological Age: 1020.

Age: Late 30s Early 40s.

Pronouns: He/They.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Gender: None. But is generally Masculine.

Species: Mushie. (Old Man of the Woods/Violet Cort/Violet Deceiver Hybrid.)

Disorders: CPTSD, Depression, Autism, AVPD, DPDR, Insomnia, OCD, Suicide Ideation.

Religion: Daisyism, Technically.

Job: Cultivating, Technically.

Lives in: Wisconsin, 2024.

Languages: Fae, English. + Most Languages.

Height: Depends on form. Can range from 5’7” to 8ft.

Ethnicity: Fae.

Accent: Very odd. Not like any human accent that’s for sure. He also puts on a very “evil”/inhuman voice. His voice will sometimes crack into a more human one.

Voice Claim:

Death from Puss and Boots. (When Pretending to be “Evil”)

Space Outlaw from Bee and Puppycat (When he’s actually talking in his real voice.)

Powers: [redacted by V]

Weaknesses: [redacted by V]

Weapons: Dual Wielding Swords.

Soul: Black/Purple Spotted Mushroom.

Alignment: ???

Text Color: Purple, Sometimes Black.

Main Hobbies: [redacted by V]

Diet: Due to his hunger, Cultivator must eat humans or raw meat in order to survive.

Favorite Food: Human, Meat In General, Soup, Wine, Bloxy Cola, Ratatouille, Lasagna, Trees, Licorice, Burgers, Peppermint Tea, Steak.

Favorite Flower: Violets.

Scent: Dirt, Fancy Blueberry Cologne.

Handedness: Left Handed.

Blood Color: Mushrooms. It’s.. just Mushrooms.

Awareness: Very Aware (Effect: Neutral.)

Birthday: February 29th 1004

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Cultivator is like schrodingers cat at the moment. Will he live? Will he die? Who knows! (He will probably live….)

Special Interests: [redacted by V]

Stims: [redacted by V]

Stimboard: (might make one who knows lol)

Moodboard: (^)

Fashion Board: (^)

Comfort Objects: [redacted by V]

Family:

[REDACTED] (Birth Parents.)

Titania, Erlking (Adoptive Parents.)

Eyeris Cataract (Adoptive Sister.) (Strained)

Daisy Bell (Adoptive Daughter) (Strained)

Alice ThoroughGood (Daughter Figure) (Strained)

Emily Bell (Stepdaughter)

Gratifying Days (Son Figure)

Best Friend: Dayfare.

Friends: Jessa, Ebrofour, Zand, Zailyn, Lancia, Aculia.

Romance: Radio (Husband.)

Enemies: Cosmo.

Brief Personality: [redacted by V]

Brief Backstory: [redacted by V]

[xoxorinkrumors]

New York Recs 💕🗽

Restaurants and Nightlife

Best Nightlife:)

- Little Sister Lounge- Sophia La Corte loves this place

- Loosies

-Tao downtown is a classic:) Jack had his 22nd birthday here

-Highlight Room

- Daphne

Best Bars:)

-Butterfly Soho

- The Nines (more chic on upper east side, Jackie Kennedy fav)

- Portrait Room 💕

-230 Fifth (best rooftop bar)

- The Mulberry

- Veronika

Hard Reservations spots

- Four Charles (was so good 😋)

-The Corner Store (Haven’t been but very good)

-The Polo Bar (iconic)

- I heard Tatiana is very good on the upper west side

Mexican 🌮

- Los Tacos No. 1 (kinda touristy but really good)

- Tacombi

-Oxomoco

If on Long Island my favorite is Besito 💋

Italian 🍝

-Lupa

- Carbone or go to Parm (It’s good even though it’s a TikTok trap)

-Misi

- Roscioli (fav)

-‘Felice

-Vía Carota (Taylor’s fav

Pizza 🍕

-Prince Street Pizza

- Scars

- Mamas too(good sandwiches too)

- L’industrie (everyone’s fav)

-Rubriosa (my friend had their birthday here and we ate like 10 pies so thin and delicious)

-Cuts and Slices Brooklyn

Sushi 🍣

-Sugarfish (I know basic but it’s so good) 💕

- Takahachi

- Rosella

-Blue Ribbon

(They’re are lots of good places for this one tbh)

Bagels 🥯

-Liberty Bagels

-Popup Bagels

- Tompkins Square Bagels

- Apollo Bagels (go before it may close)

- I grew up with Jumbo Bagels not as famous though 💕

Dessert

-Little Cupcake Bakeshop

- Taiyaki

- You have to try Magnolia and Levain once but not my fav but pretty good and essential to nyc

- From Lucie (Jack Hughes got Sammy cake there me for her birthday)

-La Cabra

-Posh Popup

-Supermoon

- Buttercup Bakery is my fav too

Brunch 🍳

- Sadelles

-Sarabeth’s

-Tartine

- Salt Cure

-Bubby’s

-The Harold

-The Smith

-Clinton Street (best pancakes)

-Thai Diner

Burger 🍔

-Gotham Burger

- 7th Street

Other Amazing Places

- Hillstones

-Semma (Best Indian)

-La Mercerie

- American Bar

- Torrsi

- Quality Meats

-Ichiran (best ramen 🍜)

[luegootravez]

Brooke Candy, Marvin Cortes & Charlie Matthews by © Prince Chenoa & Jacob DeKat

[fluffywing-e-tarot]

What I am not (Fic Idea)

Summary.

Merlin of Ealdor, son of Huneith, was many things that revolved around Prince Arthur Pendragon. He is not Arthur Pendragon.

Where, Merlin changes all but Afew’s perception into believing he is Prince Arthur Pendragon.

~*~

Leon returned to Camelot after spending time away with his family and managing his land. Leon knew he would need to go out on patrol soon.

“Sir Leon”, a squire greeted him with groomsmen from the stable. Taking the reign as he dismounts

“Prince Arthur requests your presence.”

Leon walks to the prince’s chamber, contemplating the topic. There's the Harvest count. Patrol routes. Potential knights. A new training regiment.

Leon arrived, knocking on the door.

“Enter,” his lord grants. Leon enters the room, ready to do whatever Arthur deems necessary to reevaluate. Standing over the table in the prince's chamber, a map and papers strewn across the surface weren't the blonde prince but the raven hair of the Manservant.

“Merlin?” Leon asks.

Merlin’s head snaps to look into his eyes.

“Leon, you recognise me,” Merlin said. A look of disbelief on his face

“Of course, Merlin,” Leon said

“Close the door.” Merlin looked stern as one of the guards outside the door. They noticed the conversation.

Leon closed the door. Then looked around the room for the blond prince. “ Where is Arthur?”

“Leon, I need you to promise me something,” Merlin said. Blue eyes giving a frigid satire.

“What do I need to promise?”

“What I'm about to tell you doesn’t make it to King Uther.” Merlin started to pace; he looked frustrated.

“I cannot promise you, Merlin. If what you tell me is a danger to Camalot. Then, as her knight, I must tell him.”

“I’m Prince Arthur,” Merlin said. Leon scoffed.

 “That’s impossible. I would have remembered growing up with your scrawny limbs on the training ground,” Leon said 

Merlin continued, “That’s what the entire castle believes.”

“ You don’t resemble Arthur at all. And you’ve worked for him for years.”Leon said the pieces fell into place. Leon whispers, “There’s magic involved.”

Merlin snapped towards the quiet declaration.

“Are you cursed, Merlin?” Leon asks. “You never liked Royalty; must have cursed you.”

“In a manner.”Merlin said, “But it hasn’t affected everyone.”

“Who else knows?”

“Gaius, Gwen, Arthur, and now you,” Merlin said.

“How do you know Arthur knows.”

“I designed it that way,” Merlin mumbled 

“Say again?”

 “It was during Negotiations,” Merlin said clearly. Leon’s stomach dropped.

“This happened when Camelot was in negotiation with another Kingdom?”

“Yes,” Merlin said, slumping.“ They had already known Arthur's appearance and mannerisms. I didn’t want to panic the delegation, so I did something stupid.”

Leon felt his chest tighten and worry that a curse was upon his friend to pose as Arthur. However, both Gwen and Gaius know Arthur is currently the manservant.

 “You Cast the spell.” Leon pointed his blade at Merlin. Merlin didn’t resist; a small trickle of blood fell from his neck. Merlin looked resigned to his fate of death. Leon let him keep talking.

“Two days after the Noble delegation arrived, Arthur decided to go Hunting. At the third watch of the Night, he burst into my room and took me hunting for the morning. While we were hunting, I tripped, and during my recovery, someone attacked, overwhelming and taking Arthur, disappearing before I could follow.”

Leon could tell where this was going.

“I didn't want to be punished for losing Arthur. The negotiations were just starting, and Arthur needed to be present. I cast a spell to have the Bandits and Cort believe me as the Prince.” Merlin bounced his leg. “ I did it in hopes Arthur would be back by now. I can’t lift it until Arthur is safe. I can’t let up now.”

“You would immediately be charged with treason and impersonating royalty,” Leon said. But he understood. Merlin didn’t want to die. No one wanted to die. Merlin had to act dispassionate because that is what was expected of him, not to throw the kingdom into chaos. Leon dropped his sword. He was kneeling before Merlin.

“Sire,” Leon said affectionately, despite Merlin only posing as the prince.“I will find your manservant. I will bring him home.”

“Leon, I can’t in good conscience allow you to undertake such a feat alone.”

“Perhaps not. You must have allies outside the castle. Could your magic lead me to them?”

“Lancelot and Gwain. Those two would be the only people I trust to help.” Merlin said

Leon left Prince Arthur’s chamber with five letters. He dared not touch them for the magic that Merlin enchanted three of them with. He began to walk towards Gaius but was intercepted by a summons to Uther.

“How is Arthur?”

Leon had to remind himself that Merlin was currently Arthur.

“Missing his Mansurvant.”

“That boy can get another one,” Uther said. Leon knowing Merlin’s magic, determined. No other servant is out there with the magic or loyalty to Arthur.

Leon gathered his squier and another knight he knew who thought the private conversation wasn’t entirely adverse for magic to set out on patrol. Leon hoped that he wouldn’t report the use immediately upon seeing it.

“You rarely choose me as your partner, Leon.” Sir Dresden said.

“There is an important task given to me by his highness,” Leon said

“I didn’t hear anything different?“ Hurlburt, his squire said.

Once they left the city, Leon called to halt dismounting.

“What is it?”

“What I am going to tell you must be kept secret.”

“What is it?”

“ An enchantment has been placed on the whole of Camelot.”

They both looked stunned. “Leon, how do you know this?”

“A sorcerer is posing as Prince Arthur,” Leon said. They both laughed at him.

“There is no way Prince Arthur is a sorcerer.”

“King Uther enchanted and marring a troll,” Leon said. They both stopped laughing, remembering that such an alteration to the king’s perception had almost lost the kingdom’s stability and heir.

“I see.” Sir Dresden said. “ and why do you trust this sorcerer?”

Leon didn’t want to reveal that Merlin was the sorcerer, so he said, “The sorcerer gave me the quest to find the real prince.”

“And what must we do to aid you?”

“Continue on patrol. I hope my quest will yield results.”

“I will join you.” Sir Dresden said.

“ So will I.” Hulburt siad.

They mounted up again. Leon told Dresden where to meet on the patrol route, handed over one of the enchanted and standard letters, and demonstrated how to operate the enchanted letter.

He went for Gwaine and handed him the regular letter. Gwaine joined immediately after reading it. They went to the meeting spot and opened the final letter, leading him to the prince.

The battle to reclaim Prince Arthur was short, and he was glad he had accepted Sir Dresden's offer and his squire as there were more than he was comfortable with for the bandits and a sorcerer leading the troop. Lancelot delivered the final blow to the sorcerer.

Arthur was severely injured due to the torture he took. They found a farmer’s house near the woods and summoned Gaius for treatment. Gwain and Lancelot promised to stick around and watch Arthur on his recovery.

When Gaius cleared Arthur to return to the castle, Merlin declared he was going hunting. When he reached the farmhouse, he dispelled the enchantment and roughed himself up—with assistance. 

Merlin's return was appreciated by both Arthur and much of the surviving staff. Merlin’s normal workload was stressing many servants out. Leon smiled when Hespotted Merlin with the wash maids in intense discussion. Uther was none the wiser to what was happening around Arthur. 

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breaking down Edward III's Arthuriana obsession (with @queer-ragnelle and me @lefresne ): Things We Discovered Which We Certainly Did Not Know Before.

First, something we did know: Edward's third son is named Lionel - this is kind of an unusual name for a prince which suggests this might have been a name that Edward particularly liked. Edward is kind of famous for being an Arthurian enthusiast so it is likely that Lionel was named after THE Lionel, cousin of Lancelot. We did some research, more stuff emerged including:

When Edward was fifteen he seems to have made an order of multiple tunics for his squires and for himself in order to 'play the game of Cradok'. This 'game' (I speculate) is a 'jeu', a medieval play, based on the story of Caradoc (from the First Continuation, which Isabella owned according to an inventory) and the Lay of the Cort Mantel - a story in which a mantle is sent to the Arthurian court that shrinks when an unfaithful woman tries it on. NOW Edward was still under the tutelage of his mother Isabella and her lover Roger Mortimer at this time and the idea that Edward might have staged this as an angsty dig against his mother and her lover is frankly hilarious.

Roger Mortimer (Isabella's lover) gifted Edward a cup decorated with the arms of Lancelot and Lionel. Lionel was Edward's favourite knight.

Edward would ride in tournaments dressed as either lancelot or Lionel.

He wanted to establish an order of the Round Table and seems to have had a table built, as well as begun work on a circular room to house it but the plans never came to fruition. The Order of the Garter, symbolised by a circular girdle, might have been a nod to other Arthurian chivalric orders.

Staged an arthurian joust in front of the captured king of France Jean II and made some of the captured French and Scottish knights compete. Tried to buy back one of his crowns he pawned earlier from the germans to impress Jean II.

this visiting Italian nobleman described all this but the main takeaway is how cringe he found all of it.

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I wish to give an opinion of daughters of Ibrahim. There is a great abyys in lack of prooves to demarcate daughters of Ibrahim, Atike and Gevherhan. At times, I have an opinion that Atike existed, and at another times that she didn’t exist. For now, I favour the other theory, but i will talk one day about that topic more detailed.

Archiv für Kulturgeschichte Band 77 on page 65, that at the very end of reign of Sultan Ibrahim, Valide Sultan received 125 okka per month, daughters of Murad III named Hümaşah and Hatice received 7 okka per month, daughter of Murad III Fahri(han) received 10 okka per month, Kaya Sultan 16 okka per month, daughters of Ibrahim Gevherhan and Beyhan 30 okka per month and daughter of Ibrahim Fatma 50 okka per month.

Why would Gevherhan and Beyhan receive less stipend than Fatma, as Fatma was adopted and raised by Turhan? Btw, Fatma survived her husband, read Sakaoglu (actually, Ulucay proved it first). Also, in Acta et Diplomata Ragusina, Fatma is mentioned in 1658 document as widow of Fazli Pasha, nothing else is said unfortunately…

Anyway, I would claim that Ayşe Sultan binti Ibrahim really existed. See this quote from work The rise of the Köprülü family (p. 129):

For instance, when Prince Mustafa, the first son of Mehmed IV, was born in Edirne Palace in 1664, Ayşe Sultan, Gevherhan Sultan and Beyhan Sultan, sisters of Mehmed IV, were called to Edirne Palace from Topkapı to join in the celebration for the new prince. This summons shows that some members of the sultan’s family still resided in Topkapı Palace after 1663.

I consider her being the own sister of Mehmed IV. Kütükoğlu was only one right, he was married to Ibrahim’s Ayşe. Ahmed’s Ayşe really died in 1656, in document Vakfiler su defteri there is one document mentioning Ayşe Sultan died before 1660 (if I recall). Her last husband was Ibsir Mustafa Pasha. Sadly, Ibrahim’s Ayşe was wrongly confused also as Ibsir’s wife. Her one and only marriage was with Suleiman Pasha Malatuk (Ermeni). Alderson confused her with Murad IV’s daughter.

In work Atik şikâyet defteri (7 numaralı H.1081-1083/ M.1671-1672) transkripsiyon, Mehmed IV wrote several letters in 1671/72 to his sisters Ayşe and Gevherhan, and their husbands. He doesn’t refer them as hemşirem, but it’s them.

Anyway, in work OSMANLI DEVLETİ’NİN 1660-1661 (HİCRİ 1070-1071) TARİHLİ SEFER BÜTÇESİ  (pp. 23-24), there were provided annual payments of some Ottoman princesses in 1661. This payment list does not refer to all of the Sultanas who were knowly alive in 1661, as Ahmed’s daughter Fatma Sultan for example. Only some of them.:

Hâshâ-i hazret-i Valide Sultan 12.000.000

Hâshâ-i paşmaklık-ı Ayşe Sultan 2.595.333

 Hâshâ-i paşmaklık-ı Fatıma Sultan 2.005.000

 Hâshâ-i paşmaklık-ı Rukiyye Sultan 1.235.000

Hâshâ-i paşmaklık-ı Safiye Sultan 1.005.000

Hâshâ-i paşmaklık-ı Beyhan Sultan 1.560.000 24

Hâshâ-i paşmaklık-ı Gevherhan Sultan 1.520.000

Hâshâ-i Ayşe sultan haseki-i merhum Gazi Sultan Murad Han aleyhi’r-rahmeti ve’l-gufran 100.000

Hâshâ-i paşmaklık-ı Ümmi Sultan 295.000

Hâshâ-i paşmaklık-ı Sâime Sultan 285.000

Hâshâ-i temlik-i merhum Kaya Sultan 1.250.000

See how Mehmed’s cousins (Murad IV’s daughters) and sisters (especially) received high payments, in difference to his aunt Ümmi Sultan and his great-great-aunt Saime Sultan. But, you would notice his sisters Ayşe and Fatma received the highest salaries; Ayşe the very highest as own sister, Fatma little lesser as adopted sister.

Sorry for the long wait, I have been incredibly busy these past few months.

About Ayşe binti Ibrahim, I would refer to this post, in which @rhaenahanzades found that the one married to Ermeni/Malatyalı Süleyman Pasha was Ayşe binti Ahmed I. I’ll paste the citation again, here:

“Soliman passa, Visir della Porta. Ritrouai anche alla Corte per Visir della Porta il Sr Soliman passa, stato un tempo Visir Supremo, dal quale fui all'udienza e lo presentai secondo le comissioni, il quale nell'honorarmi e trattarmi bene non uolse mostrarsi meno cortese degl'altri, offerendosi con molta humanità per ogni occorenza de publici seruitii. Questo Sr è assai noto all'EE. VV. per rellationi di diuersi loro ambassadori, onde a me non occorre tediarle in detto proposito. Dirò solo questo, che non le uol male e che sia personaggio da potterle fauorire, essendo ben uoluto da S. Mtà, col quale è ancor congiunto col uincolo di parentella, mentre la sua zia Aisce sultana tiene per moglie.” (“Dubrovačka akta i povelje” vol. 3, pages 661 and 662)

I believe Ayşe binti Ibrahim died pretty young and therefore never entered the Ragusian ambassadors’ lists of gifts.

As for Fatma binti Ibrahim, I must have missed when it was decided that she had been adopted by Turhan because I have never heard of this.

About the list of payments you’ve found, I’m not sure those princesses are identified correctly:

I have identified them based on seniority and the amount of money, which seems to me to be what their lands yield. I don’t think these are stipends.

Anyway, if we put the princesses in order of amount of money, I think it’d be easier to understand who is who:

Ayşe and Fatma stand at the top of the hierarchy because a) they’re older and b) they must have amassed a great amount of land during their lives. After them we have the sisters of the reigning sultan (Mehmed IV), so Beyhan and Gevherhan (possibly in order of birth??); then we have Murad IV’s daughters (Kaya is mentioned as deceased because she was at the time), and lastly we have two minor princesses: Saime, a daughter of Murad III and a non-haseki concubine, and Ümmi, either a daughter of Ahmed I or of Murad III as well. I say this because I think their small amount of land means they were not daughters of Haseki Sultans: if Ümmi is Ayşe and Fatma’s sister that’s the only reason she would possess less land than them.

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Petronila I of Aragon

(1136-1173)

She was the first fully-fledged woman queen of Aragon, with a title in her own right. Petronila came to the throne through special circumstances. Her father, Ramiro, was bishop of Barbastro-Roda when his brother, Alfonso I of Aragon, died without an heir in 1134, and left the crown to the three religious military orders. His decision was not respected: the aristocracy of Navarre elected a king of their own, restoring their independence, and the nobility of Aragon raised Ramiro to the throne. As king, he received a papal dispensation to abdicate from his monastic vows in order to secure the succession to the throne.

King Ramiro II the Monk married the daughter of the Count of Poitiers, Agnes of Aquitaine, a widow of proven fertility who had given birth to four children in her previous marriage. The expected heir to the throne was born in 1136. For first time, the destiny of Aragon fell on a girl, named Petronila. Almost since her birth, she was a key piece in the political games of the Iberian Peninsula. When Petronila was just a little over one year old, was betrothed to Ramon Berenguer IV, Count of Barcelona, who was twenty-three years her senior. 

King Ramiro abdicated and returned to monastic life. Queen Agnes crossed the Pyrenees again and confined herself to the Abbey of Fontevrault, where she died years later. There is no evidence that Agnes took any part in the affairs of her daughter Petronila. Except for the first few weeks of her life (without the possibility of any recollection) and entrusted to the care of a housekeeper, Petronila never saw her mother.

Her future husband refused to take charge of her education, and the girl was sent to Castile to be educated by her sister-in-law Berenguela of Barcelona, queen of Castile. In Castilian lands, King Alfonso VII wanted to marry Petronila to his son, the infante Sancho, heir of Castile. The Aragonese nobility, alarmed by this situation, met in Cortes to demand the return of the young queen to Zaragoza. Also her father, Ramiro II, threatened to abandon his monastic retreat to defend the interests of the kingdom, and his daughter. Finally, Petronila left Castile and returned to Aragonese lands.

When Petronila was fourteen, the betrothal to Ramon Berenguer IV was ratified at a wedding ceremony held in the city of Lleida. This marriage sealed the union of Aragon with the Catalan counties, so Queen Petronila has gone down in history as the mother of the Crown of Aragon.

The relationship between Ramon and Petronila was stable and fruitful, although he, with more experience and authority, played a predominant role in government affairs, she was not a submissive queen. Petronila was aware of her power as the legitimate heir to the Aragonese throne and remained firm in her role, although discreetly.

Petronila and Ramon developed a relationship of mutual respect, where trust and political collaboration prevailed over any differences. Ramon Berenguer was never king. The Count of Barcelona used the title Prince of Aragon. The marriage produced four sons and one daughter.

In the summer of 1162, when Ramon Berenguer went to Turin to meet with Emperor Frederick Barbarossa, the Count of Barcelona fell ill and died. The eldest son, Ramon, received the title of Count of Barcelona, and as he was a minor, was placed under the tutelage of Henry II of England.

Widowed at the age of 26, Petronila did not want to take a husband again and was the mistress of her own actions. Being a woman in the power was not easy. Queen Petronila faced constant scrutiny from nobles and clerics, many of whom doubted her ability to rule. For two years she ruled and administered her kingdom of Aragon. Attentive to preserve the peace and the integrity of Aragon, Petronila signed a truce with Navarre. She kept the ambitions of the local nobles in check and ensured that her son could govern without internal divisions. The marriage of her son with Sancha of Castile was one of Petronila's most important strategic moves. This marriage alliance not only strengthened ties with the powerful kingdom of Castile, but also guaranteed peace on a traditionally conflictive border. The chronicles tell us a curious conspiracy that Queen Petronila had to dominate, when an elderly gentleman claimed to be the late King Alfonso the Battler. 

Her son and heir was only seven years old when Petronila abdicated in his favor. When Ramon inherited the throne from his mother, he changed his name to Alfonso II out of deference to the Aragonese. Queen Petronila died in Barcelona in October 1173. She was buried at the cathedral of the city; her tomb has been lost.

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