#prince solas

[dereliction-if]

The Commander x The Heir x MC

Here’s an actual scene which shows a bit of the dynamics in this combo, gives a better idea of the Heir and gives a first impression of the Commander and his background.

Timeline: MC approx. 14/15 years old.

Note: The Heir is referred to as S (Prince Solas / Princess Sonea) ---

"Oh, come on! Give it a shot! Seriously! Don't make me... force you," they chuckle, their threat merely a playful taunt. You roll your eyes dramatically, then open your mouth. What you experience next is unlike anything before. The water in your mouth serves as evidence for a taste you have never experienced in your life, your eyes widening as you sneakily nab another roll from their hand. "HEY! Thief!" they laugh heartily, and you swiftly stuff the roll into your mouth. With your now-free hands, you attempt to tickle them. "Guards! Help! H-help!" their laughter resonates as you both end up in a friendly brawl.   "What's all the commotion about?" You almost choke on the last morsels of rice in your mouth as you turn around to find Cedric leaning against the wall with a baffled expression. You quickly shift your gaze between him and S, scanning for any potential danger. Just in case.

"Hello, Cedric. We're simply enjoying some Tevynian rolls and soaking up the sun on this lovely afternoon. And you? Why are you here? Shouldn't you be at the barracks? Do you need something?" The barrage of questions catches him off guard. Glancing at S, you notice a subtle smirk, indicating that this was precisely their intention.

"I... no, I have a free afternoon," he responds, looking at you, his jaw tensing and his expression a puzzle to you.

"I see. Well... would you like one? There's one roll left," S offers, and you can see him bite his lip as his eyes wander to the roll. But then his eyes wander further down, to the ground, where you both are seated, where your knee touches S’s - and suddenly his demeanor darkens. "They shouldn't be here," he hisses, his fists clenched and posture stiffening.

"Pardon?" S replies, clearly confused by this demand.  "I said, they are not allowed here. With…you..."

"Is that so? And who made that decision? You?" S’s response adding a palpable tension to the situation, causing Cedric to step closer. Not towards both of you, but towards you. He now stands just a few steps away, looking down at you. You meet his gaze, squinting against the sun's rays that silhouette him. And then he just stares at you and you brace yourself for a kick, a punch, a shove, anything – but it doesn’t come. "Cedric, I think you should leave. Please," you say, your eyes softening. Another moment of silence as you can see him contemplate. And then you can see his muscles ease, his fists unclench, and his whole figure relaxing a bit - this whole conflict feeling unnecessary.

"Cedric!" His name slices through the air, and he freezes, as if lightning has struck him. His face turns a ghostly pale as he turns to face the source of his discomfort. "Commander," he responds, immediately correcting his posture. The shift is drastic – the boy from moments ago gone.

The Commander approaches with purposeful steps, stopping a few meters away from all of you. He takes in the scene, his gaze moving from Cedric to the heir, and finally landing on you. His expression darkens even further as his eyes lock onto you, examining you from head to toe, the same way Cedric did before - but his gaze being full of hate. An involuntary shiver runs down your spine, the hairs on your neck standing on end as you and the Commander hold a stare, a tense silence enveloping the moment.

"Is there a problem, Commander?" You look to your right to see S standing now and adjusting their attire. But the answer hangs in the air, delayed. "Not at all, Your Royal Highness," he replies, his gaze never leaving you for a second.

"Good. That's what I thought." Your eyes widen slightly, and you hear Cedric swallow audibly at the obviously fake friendly response. The Commander scoffs, finally turning to face the heir. Nothing but few birds chirping somewhere in the distance. "Do you require my services, Commander?" Cedric's voice rings out, his face unmoving. Seconds pass before the Commander responds to his son, without even glancing at him. "Master Perio requires assistance with the iron delivery." "Yes, Commander." Cedric bows hurriedly and swiftly departs, shooting you a final glance before breaking into a sprint.

The Commander looks at you again, his expression stern. "Their Royal Highness should choose their company more wisely. It might cast doubt on their judgment. We wouldn't want that, would we?" His gaze locks onto the heir in a threatening manner. S raises a finger to their chin, seemingly pondering the advice. "Hmm, that seems reasonable, Commander. Speaking of which, I must request that you depart... before anyone starts questioning my judgement."

Silence hangs in the air, the only sound being the rush of blood in your ears - not even the birds chirp anymore. You're unsure of what might happen next. Then, a faint, dark smirk appears on the Commander's face. "Very well." His words are the last you hear before he turns and leaves, without a backward glance.

[corseque]

(spoilers) All the times Solas and Lavellan can dump each other, with very rare variations included.

[jzargo]

i just want to see these two old men fight (fane would win)

[arlathen]

my big fear is. a lot of people very hate solas and will want to kill him and a lot of people very love him and want him to not. die. but he's also very scary powerful and it would be hard to create a world state where he both is and is not alive. and i think him always being alive would be hard to write -- like the world just shouldn't have beings that powerful kicking around. people who really hate him would be madder about him always living than people who really love him would be about him always dying.

except me, i would be mad enough for everyone.

[sleepyheadnat]

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Lonesome Dreams – Lord Huron

14.3 Billion Years – Andrew Prahlow / Outer Wilds

The Lament of Eustace Scrubb – The Oh Hellos

Da Vida, O Melhor – Projeto Sola

to Asteroid B-612 – sasakure.UK (part. lasah)

The Mortal Boy King – The Paper Kites

Mischievous Alchemy – Amos Roddy & ToyTree / Kingdom Two Crowns

Alfyn, the Apothecary – Yasunori Nishiki / OCTOPATH TRAVELER

サニーボーイ・ラプソディ – toe

Paint – The Paper Kites

Cherry Lake – Paper Mario: Color Splash

Priscilla – Sea Wolf

In The Wind – Lord Huron

Feel – Lies of P

saudade, saudade – MARO

Harpy Hare – Yaelokre

Thus Always To Tyrants – The Oh Hellos

Someone To You – BANNERS

Grand Escape – RADWIMPS

Caledonia – Celtic Woman

Big Sky, MT – The Arcadian Wild

7 P.M. – Animal Crossing: New Leaf

part one | part two ▷

[degeneratedreamsrp]

A Way Out of a Bad Marriage (Closed RP with @a-den-of-demons)

Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri had finally made the summoning circle and had encircled it in a bounded field. She would fill the circle itself with mercury, the liquid metal running through each of the extensions as needed. Soon a chant would begin, causing a bright light to flash from the summoning circle though this was nothing like bringing about a heroic spirit.

"Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Let each be turned over five times, simply breaking asunder the fulfilled time.

Let Brimstone and Iron be the essence. Let the archduke of contracts be the foundation..."

The ritual would continue as the magical energy would draw something forward. Something that'd allow her to escape her farce of a marriage to Kayneth. A way to be free. She was tense as she'd known what she was likely to have to give up for what she wished for, but this was going to be her golden opportunity. Her shirt already partially open to reveal what cleavage she had.

[raywhitfield92]

When you're hyperfixated on two things at the same time and one has a character called Stolas and another one called Solas...

I keep calling Solas, Stolas and vise versa...

[whitegoldtower]

I get super sad when I’m just trying to enjoy my elves and I get the whole “so you’re a nazi” shit or the “people who rp thalmor are racists” rhetoric

So I’m gonna give you a real hot take:

I’m not a nazi or a racist, I’m just fucking sick of humans. I’m sick of the human moral high-ground in fantasy media where humans always win everything and humans equate everything non-human with evil, and humans enslave non-humans, and humans don’t bat an eyelid. Humans who destroy habitats and environments to make way for their own growing populations. Humans who take what doesn’t belong to them and expect no consequences.

I rp as a thalmor because I like to see fantasy humans getting a taste of their own medicine.

It’s the same reason I rp vampires.

I’m sick of the humans being at the top of the food chain. Something’s gotta murk them, because they throw the world out of balance.

The problem with a lot of fantasy media is that humans have no natural predators, and they’re allowed to just dominate everything.

I enjoy seeing **certain** (not all) human characters go from being the hunter to the hunted. I like seeing them panic, thinking that this is the worst thing that has ever happened to anyone, yet the only thing my character has done is put them in the same position they put everybody else in.

Thus, I often find myself playing characters that embody “the necessary evil”, or “ruthless karma”

I completely agree with DA Solas, from what I’ve heard about him. Just as I completely agree with Prince Nuada from Hellboy II.

It takes a really *really* strong argument from a human in any sort of fantasy media to persuade me to side with them.

(Also, I am biased, as an autistic trans man who has been either dehumanised or put on an impossibly high pedestal his entire life.)

[coffinkissez]

I said if I got two notes I’d post Solas so here she is

[sparkclangen]

everyone yell at me to do my hw before I play clangen

[black-beauty-poetry]

Recuerda que si sientes que ya no puedes más, yo siempre estaré allí, con brazos abiertos, para demostrarte que no estás sola en esta guerra con tu mente.

Demostrándote que, incluso en tus momentos más vulnerables, en tus noches más oscuras, en tus horas rotas, habrá alguien que jamás te abandonaría, que siempre te dará la mano cada vez que caigas.

Para que te pongas de pie, sanes, y lo intentes de nuevo.

-Dark prince

[dereliction-if]

Before I start sending another ask I wanna say thank you for making this IF because I feel intrigued by it and how I feel mesmerized by the RO's character so thank you for making this IF and good luck on the demo and I hope your having a good day!^^☺️🙏

If a person was interested on mc how would the RO's react to them?(Crushing/Relationship stage) :3

Mnawww, thank you so much. Way to make my day, hope you’re having an amazing day yourself! I am really happy you find yourself mesmerised by the ROs and I'll happily give you some sugar. Let's see, what's there to tell... Potential NSFW hints below...

>>> The Heir (Prince Solas / Princess Sonea)

Crushing Stage: A bit confused, they’re watching closely and trying not to show it though. Are they insecure?

Relationship Stage: Confident. They trust you. And they understand the other person and their interest in you. They’ll watch it with a rather entertained mood, feeling pity (?) towards them, whilst their heart is warm and beating with happiness, knowing you chose them. They‘d make sure you‘re ok with the other person‘s advances.

>>> The Commander (Cedric Mallory)

Crushing Stage: 🤐

Relationship Stage: Heads will roll - that‘s no metaphor. 

>>> The Sovereign (Amara Dougal):

Crushing Stage: They’d judge whether a 3some is an option. Are they hot?

Relationship Stage: „Put them on a leash.“ - no, srsly PPL don’t do that around the Sovereign‘s possession /chosen - not without their approval.

>>> The Mage (Jia)

Crushing Stage: They‘re oblivious and don’t see it. They’re just puppy-happy somebody is nice to you. Aren’t they cute?

Relationship Stage: Depends on the interaction - it ranges from oblivious to… what is it? Hurt? I mean, would you..? No, you wouldn‘t. Or…? Is that how people normally behave? They’d talk to you about it.

>>> The Mercenary (Havu Guillame)

Crushing Stage: Hey!, nobody’s supposed to get too close to you. Not that they want to themselves (how hard do these lies hurt?), BUT nobody else either. They’ll make sure the interested party keeps their distance.

Relationship Stage: They‘ll doubt your feelings for them, doubt themselves and keep their distance when the other person is around. Why are you talking to them? Are you laughing at their jokes? Are they allowed to touch you? You’re like everybody else :’( Your call here, as it will take them some time to understand you chose them, like, really chose them.

>>> The Knight (Darius Baran / Daria Baran)

Crushing Stage: /// same gender: They knew it. Of course everybody is falling for you. Who are they to ... to what? Hope? No... don't be ridiculous D. /// opposite gender: Feeling uncomfortable and insecure, maybe a bit distant, they’d talk less and mentally prepare for you to get together with somebody else. It was a stupid thought from the very beginning. Why are they so weak? They are here for a reason. Focus D, Focus!

Relationship: /// same gender: - No spoiler - /// opposite gender: They trust you, it took them very long to get where they are with you. They don’t doubt your feelings or motives. They‘ll be smug around the person though, confident and smooth showing their status. Making sure you‘re feeling comfortable around the other person, if not they will intervene.

[tempestclerics]

watching the prince + chainmailing WOULD be a 11/10 pairing for vibes but the problem is that this play made me spend so much of it clenching my hands into fists/with my hands over my mouth leaning in/fully crying that it is in fact impossible to pair anything with the prince (complimentary) (still crying)

[rosella-writes]

hello happy friday, for dadwc I bring a poem for fettered Pride and her loves:

When Love with unconfinèd wings Hovers within my Gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The Gods that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.

From Richard Lovelace - To Althea, from Prison

I think this only answers this one in a sideways fashion, Blue lol. But it made for a wonderful excuse to try out this idea for @dadrunkwriting — Solas tells us raising the Veil was his best option, because every alternative was worse. What if he’d chosen one of the worse solutions?

Pairing: Pride & Wisdom Rating: T for Themes Summary: Wisdom witnesses the fall of Arlathan (after the Plagues)

~~~

Wisdom looks to the sky. 

She has been warned. She is ready. Her blood writing even now lays dormant as mere tattoos on her face. When it begins — if it begins — she is free to forsake her body and plunge into the Beyond, far away from what is to come. For the gods have gone too far. Mythal lies dead, and Pride has been missing for days — weeks — and Hope along with her. The Allmother’s blood calls out from the ground for justice… and only Elgar’nan’s vengeance stands to answer her.

It begins at night, in her dreams. It is so quiet that she is sure it is her own thought, her own soul, calling the words out into the darkness. 

I send a pestilence and plague.

Her skin crawls, itching and burning in the wake of those words whispered across it. 

Into your house, into your bed.

She wakes, the remnants of her dream ringing in her ears. She sees it still, scorched into the insides of her eyelids — the beauty of Justice, their Mother, plucking Elgar’nan’s Pride from him in the wake of the destruction he wrought. With each blink, she sees the sun’s return from where Elgar’nan had banished it. With each glimpse of the light out her window, she remembers Pride’s birth from the defeat of Elgar’nan’s rage. 

Into your dreams, into your sleep.

She casts her blanket aside and stumbles to the window. Her fingers grip the sill until it creaks.

Until you break, until you yield.

Wisdom pushes back from the window and nearly falls — stumbles — runs towards the door. She does not pause for her weapon, nor her armour, nor even shoes. She climbs the crystal stairs. Her hands run along the carven bannisters and feel the scrolling patterns that were painstakingly carved into them by slaves after generations of slaves. There are no slaves in these halls, on these stairs, now. 

Only she is awake. 

She emerges onto the landing that broadens its curved walls into an exposed balcony atop this, Elgar’nan’s favoured holiday home. It is the tallest building outside the walls of Arlathan, and stands alone in these fields outside Elvhenan’s greatest city. She turns her eyes towards the sky — she gazes at the far away spires of the Golden City, the spires that glow upon the rising of each day’s sun. 

I send the swarm, I send the horde.

Wisdom muffles a low groan of horror behind her raised hand. The voice still echoes between her ears, as near as her own thoughts — she wonders if all who wake now can hear it. She stares, unblinking, as the sky pollutes its softly flowing blues and greens and violets against the glossy black darkness with red. Nothing but red, sickly red that glows with the power of the Void. 

I send the thunder from the sky.

The sky cracks. Its luminous light snaps into nothing — all that remains is its red as vivid and deep as blood, twisting and swirling against the blackness like poison within wine. Wisdom watches through rising tears in her eyes as the forms of spirits grow clearer against every spire. They weave between them, as fish through seaweed. 

I send the fire raining down.

Arlathan’s wards flare then, bright and fiery, and blast apart the forms of what spirits linger too close to the spires. But more come, and more, and more, until their bodies are smoke swirling between the rising towers. Arlathan’s topmost points disappear into blackness. 

Wisdom knows now is the time. She knows where to go, what to do, how to do it — but she cannot wrench her eyes away. Her heart thuds in her ears, but the voice drowns out her every other thought. She finally recognises it for what it is, as the source comes into view. 

In the gnarled blackness shines a light. 

This light is not like the familiar ones of the Dreaming. It is not vivid with colour. It is sharp, blinding, whiter even than pure sunlight, and Wisdom knows if she were nearer what she would see at its heart — Pride, terrible in her rage, girded with armour and holding her weapon that sends forth that fearsome light. It glows brighter as the voice comes again, and Wisdom aches with the agony of its might. 

I send the locusts on a wind.

The scarlet magic that so sickens Wisdom to even behold begins to wind around each spire, following the darkness towards Arlathan’s core. Wisdom hears the first of what becomes many screams — she clamps her hands over her ears but hears them still. 

On every leaf, on every stalk.

Blackness seeps as poison from Arlathan’s heart. The gold and crystal become dull darkness — the scarlet joins this darkness and flows from the city’s roots, rushing with terrible certainty to swallow roads, trees, grass. It is inevitable, as magma from an erupting volcano is inevitable.

Until there's nothing left of green.

Wisdom backs away, eyes fixed on the oncoming wave of Pride’s fearsome power. She wishes to scream, just as those dying in the Golden City must scream still, but not a sound passes her clenched teeth. She can only turn and run, hands outstretched, back down the stairs. Wisdom knows, as only the wise do, that the only person she can save now is herself. 

In the moments before Wisdom throws open the doors to Elgar’nan’s home — his empty home, since the god himself is within the bowels of Arlathan — and lets the husk of her body drop to the ground, she hears a final booming cry. A final exultation, cast into the minds of all those who behold Pride and witness her bearing the weapon that allows for such terrible justice to be meted out. 

I send my scourge, I send my sword.

Wisdom tastes the blighted magic that rushes over the land, just as she crosses into the Beyond. It lingers, bitter as blood magic, cloying as poison, cold as death, at the back of her throat. 

She then feels no more.

[liroyalty]

Tags & bios for the children of the future Queen Ann in v!long live the queen -

Erikson Rosairo li Fiorenobila, Crown Prince of Camellia

Firstborn of three children, Erikson is more often called simply 'Erik’. When Erik was born, he did not open his eyes for days on end, & with his clearly red hair, the Camellian Court worried that their Crown Prince was born with none of his mother’s features. When the young crown prince finally opened his eyes, disappoint filled the court to see the red garnet eyes of his father, as they wanted Erikson to have the clear royal blue eyes of his mother. Despite this, he was considered a very cute child in his youth. As he aged, he proved to be very intelligent, taking to math & science quite quickly, excelling in history & foreign history, he was also the first of his siblings to take on four years of the Mandatory Aristocratic Military Program, rather then the minimum two years(which would later be followed by Rosamarie in her adult years). Erik always proved to have his father's temper as a young man, & despite receiving displace training during his military service years, it was a problem that kept plaguing him afterward. Erik is a passionate man of both love & hate, & does desire the best for Camellia as it's future king.

Son with Tyler Ye. Faceclaim - Garnet from Obsidian Bride/Bride of Obsidian

Aitanna Rosevere li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

The secondborn of three children, & often called ‘Aita’ by her family. Aitanna was born the striking image of her mother, as such the Camellian Court wanted the royal couple to name this daughter after her Queen Mother. While Ann originally didn’t want to, it was Tyler who suggested the name Aitanna, a form of the Queen’s name, but not exactly her name, so their daughter could still be her own person. The unique name charmed the Queen & she agreed to the name. It was soon showed that Aita inhered more then just the Queen’s looks, as she was a skilled musician that delighted in teas, she also held her father’s skill in poetry & was a surprisingly wonderous painter. For all these artistic talents, she was called the ‘Art Princess’ & was certainly the most beloved princess by the Camellian Court. She plays key roles in forming diplomatic relationships with other kingdoms, including even in Agrazia, the only republic nation in the world.

Daughter with Tyler Ye. Faceclaim - Isnelda from Isnelda.

Rosamarie Amalia li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

The last of three children, Rosamarie was referred to as ‘Rosa’. Queen Ann’s pregnancy with Rosa was undoubtably her most difficult. Much of the court was hoping the Queen would have a another son & one with her features, but were dismayed when their child turn out to be a another girl, & with bright red hair like her father’s. Despite such, Rosa clearly had a more boy-ish personality, as she delighted in playing sports & learning to wield weapons. Rosamarie was noted to be strong enough to lift longswords, despite not even being at teenage age. While these abilities horrified the Camellian court, as this was not the expected behaviors of a princess, her family, & in particular, Ann’s Queen’s Blades knight, & her older brother Erikson, delighted in her swordplay.

Daughter with Tyler Ye. Faceclaim - Jericho Hanson from Finding My Father’s Son.

Li Guìzúzhīhuā Xǔ Méiguī, 1st Princess of Camellia

1st Princess of the Empire of Camellia, the first & only child of Empress Li Guìzúzhīhuā Ai Song & Prince Consort Li Guìzúzhīhuā Tyler, & the current standing heir to the throne. Her names means ‘May Rose’ in honor of the Empress’s mother, who was also a European, like Tyler. The long, long awaited child of the empire was only seen as a disappointment to the court, as they long desired a prince rather then another princess. Despite this all, her adorable charms & unmistakable matching appearance to her mother, Xu Meigui is very beloved by the royal family, with her aunt Sun Fang being her sworn protector, as well as the royal advisor.

Daughter with Tyler Ye v!Culture Swap. Faceclaim - Cheon Rihwa from I Am The Precious Daughter Of The Greatest Villain In The Fantasy World.

Daniella Rosavy li Fiorenobila, Crown Princess of Camellia

Firstborn of five children & the first daughter, heir to the Camellian Throne. Daniella was the long awaited heir that Camellia had been waiting for, as it took Queen Ann a long time to become pregnant. Originally, the Camellia court was disappointed that the Queen & Prince Consort’s firstborn looked more like Akihito then Ann, & was at times mocked by the aristocrats for ‘looking like a low-born’ rather then their Queen. This fostered some anger in Daniella’s heart, as she strived to become better then all of the other aristocrats in any way she could. From her military training(which she also choose 4 years of like her mother & choose to train in the air force branch), to what she wears & even what she eats. She was quite the business savvy woman, excelling with finances, she soon acquired a large sum of personal finances from broker many business deals, including one with the wealthy Arther Brock Bexley, effectively making her the new richest person in Camellia. With her wealth, she developed a a very expensive taste in all things, delighted in social gatherings & other events where she could be the center of attention & adopted a moniker ‘If I do not own it, I shall not wear it’, which she followed to the letter, never once wearing any of the Camellian Crown Jewels, since they belonged to the state & not the royal family. At some point, she had brought a jaguar as a pet, whom she named Vein, it’s believed she had done this to mirror her aunt that she looks up too greatly, Empress Suzanne Ying de’Lareryth Heart, whom also had an ‘exotic’ pet.

Daughter with @thelazyeditor. Faceclaim - Leilin Shan Candmione from Today the Villainess has Fun Again.

Eric Felixshi li Fiorenobila, Prince of Camellia

Secondborn of five children & the first son, the spare of the Camellia line of succession. As Prince of Camellia, the court was once again disappointed that Eric was born looking more like the Prince Consort rather then the Queen, however, because he had icy blue eyes that came from Ann, he did not receive the same amount mocking as his older sister. Unlike his sister Daniella, Eric quickly learn to pay no attention to the words of others & cared only for that of his own opinion, turning him into a stoic & quiet type of man that preferred to be alone rather then attend balls & galas. Like his sister, he threw himself into his military career when it was his turn to take part in the Mandatory Aristocratic Military Program, going for 4 years & choosing the navy branch like his mother did. As such, he is an outstanding military commander & has his eyes set on becoming the Lord Commander of the Camellia Military.

Son with @thelazyeditor. Faceclaim - Alexandro Graham from Beatrice.

Jeremy Brimestone li Fiorenobila, Earl of Camellia

Thirdborn of five children, the second son & the first of a group of fraternal triplets. After having a son & a daughter, Queen Ann & Prince Consort Akihito decided they would try one last time for a child, as the urging of the Camellian Court, who did not want the line of succession to be left to only two children again. This final pregnancy would almost be the death of the Queen, as the burden of carrying triplets on her fragile body was heavy. Jeremy was the first to leave his mother, & a delight to the court, as Ann & Aki finally had a child with the Queen’s brown hair. Jeremy, as a young boy, enjoyed sporting activates of all kinds, as well as being outdoors in general & was considered extremally handsome by his peers. Noble ladies were have said to have lined up to dance with the young prince the day of his debut into the social season & he was known to be a social butterfly. However, Jeremy lost his ability to walk after an incident on horse back, where his steed was spooked by a snake & threw the young prince from it, His awkward landing broke & disfigured his legs, leaving him wheelchair bound the rest of his life. Since the incident, he has surrendered his place in the line of succession to Camellia’s throne, losing his title of prince & being an earl very early in his life. After his incident, he threw himself into the arts & writing, becoming a skilled drawer & publishing many books with his own illustrations in them under the pen name of ‘Mr. Brimestone’. His disability also did not stop Jeremy from having a political career, in which he was the one to pave the way for additional rights for disabled people, & funded the creation across the kingdom to make more places wheelchair assessable.

Son with @thelazyeditor. Faceclaim - Count Sutherlane from The Tears of a Jester

Annalisa Rosewood li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

Fourthborn of five children, the second daughter & second of a group of fraternal triplets. Also called simply ‘Lisa’, the second of the triplets was easily the one of all of Queen Ann & Prince Consort Akihito’s children that looked the most like Ann, as such, she was named after her mother & was the favorite royal child of the entire Camellian court. She could sing & dance to perfection, including ballet, her grandmother’s art, & was known to be an excellent violinist. She was also the only royal child that could cook & clean up after herself, & often went to the royal kitchen near teatime hours to begin preparing that days tea & snacks herself. Lisa was also noted to have a very friendly relationship with her oldest sister’s favorite business partner, Arther Brock Bexley & it’s believed she may have a crush on the wealthy sire.

Daughter with @thelazyeditor. Faceclaim - Karina Leopold from Limited Extra Time(The Extra Time of the Terminally Ill).

Blair Rosanne li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

The last of five children, third daughter & the third of a group of fraternal triplets. Blair was the smallest of all of the triplets, but certainly the loudest, as her cries from when she was born could be heard from eight rooms away by staff. She was a troublesome child, that was always up to something naughty or forbidden of her. Thankfully, when she got older, she calmed down & became a bit more reserved, but was still known for her loud voice when she spoke. Like Eric & Daniella, Blair too was often mocked by the court for having her father’s dark hair, but the youngest princess was known for snapping back at those who mocked her, even sometimes including the use for vulgar language & curse words. For her quick & sharp wit, Blair was called ‘The Tiny Terror’, a title she wore with pride. Blair was known for being a avid reader, even in her days as a child, & funded the building of many libraries across Camellia, including no less then at least two children’s libraries & three public libraries. Blair also took an interest in the medical field, studying to become a doctor & took the reigns in improving healthcare in Camellia.

Daughter with @thelazyeditor. Faceclaim - Luciphella Aidine from The Way That Knight Lives As A Lady.

Rosalyn Daphne li Fiorenobila, Crown Princess of Camellia

Firstborn of four children & the oldest daughter, heir to the crown of Camellia. Queen Ann actually got pregnant with Rosalyn quite early into her marriage with Prince Consort Bowen, a surprise to the Queen, as she thought she would be like her mother & have a hard time getting pregnant. While originally upset that the heir of the kingdom had blonde hair, the Camellian court was at least delighted to see the child had blue eyes like her mother. Given a combined name of the Queen & Prince Consort’s mothers(’Rosa’ being from Queen Rosa & ‘lyn’ being from Carolyn) for her first name & Queen Ann’s grandmother’s name for her middle name, many hopes had been placed onto Rosalyn Daphne’s shoulders. Noble & graceful, Rosalyn is the picture of royal elegance, etiquette & beauty. An excellent dancer, writer, tennis player & negotiator, with a great deal of political savvy, she is considered the true ‘middle ground’ when it comes to debates between the nobility & the commonfolk, as she strives to understand both sides & select the best possible outcome.

Daughter with @tetsuwan-atom. Faceclaim - Princess Verona from The Tears of a Jester

Noah Leo li Fiorenobila, Prince of Camellia

Secondborn of four children & the only son. [This particular child will be portrayed by the other party, so his personality will be decided by them]

Son with @tetsuwan-atom. Faceclaim - Alexel from The Villainous Princess Wants to Live in a Gingerbread House

Annika Merriweather li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

Thirdborn of four children, & the middle daughter. Annika was the child born the most looking nearly identical to Queen Ann, yet acted the least like her. Annika, while delighting in teas like her mother, was heavily invested in the railroads, even from her earliest years, where she requested to have toy trains instead of toy dolls. This dismayed the Camellian court, who wanted a gentle, soft-spoken princess, just like her mother. Annika was also born with a generous amount of mana within her, gifting her an impressive magical talent, which she had many of her studies were changed to focus on.

Daughter with @tetsuwan-atom. Faceclaim - Princess Athanasia de alger Obelia from Who Made Me a Princess{EDITED FROM ORIGINAL}.

Bella Sola li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

The last of four children & the youngest daughter. Born, again, with blonde hair, the Camellian court was upset that the final child of Queen Ann & Prince Consort Bowen’s had another head of blonde locks. Despite this, she was noted to be a very cute & brilliant child. Bella was able to start learning difficult subjects, like foreign history, at a very early age, & had excellent speech patterns. She found an early love in her mother’s own love of tea, & also picked up learning about them from the Queen, including hand preparing tea to impress other young children like her in court. Being so intelligent, there’s high hopes for Bella currently in the court as her skills develop.

Daughter with @tetsuwan-atom. Faceclaim - Eva Vadenberg from The Duchess’s 50 Tea Recipes{EDITED FROM ORIGINAL}.

Genevieve Marirosa Lorelei Chuuno, Crown Princess of Avalon

The sole child of Queen Ann & King Bowen, & sole heir to the throne of Avalon. A long awaited child that Avalon fell in love with, she was given an unusually long name for both Avalon & Camellian royalty, to greatly honor their long & hard tried for, & only, beloved child. The striking image of her father, with his same love for railroad & steam, with her mother’s gentle heart & same love for teas & delight in socializing, Genevieve is often seen as the ideal picture of royal perfection. For her young age, Genevieve seems to be quite intelligent, learning history & foreign history quickly, as well as money handling, she is also socially intelligent, capable of understanding a person's personality & nature & adapting her behavior accordingly.

Daughter with @tetsuwan-atom. Faceclaim - Princess Athanasia de alger Obelia from Who Made Me a Princess

[artificial-absinthe]

"I love words!"

He such a fucking nerd