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[invisibleraven]

Why can't we go on as many

Ao3: Day 5: Arranged Marriage + Regal Jewelry

Ever since Carrie was young she knew she was betrothed to Prince Reginald-an agreement made when she was but an infant to save his kingdom and elevate her to the rank of royalty. Carrie would much rather choose her own match, to marry for love, but she is made to understand her duty as a daughter, and that such agreements are not so easily undone. That does little to soothe the feeling of being traded off, but the promise of a crown is an appealing one. 

She has never met Reginald-there’s a whole process, so they exchange letters and gifts for years, with no idea how the other will look. But she gets to know his heart this way, as much as she can. She keeps getting told what Reggie is like, because correspondence can only reveal so much, but it doesn’t quench her curiosity for his appearance. It’s not enough to hear he has dark hair and green eyes, she wants to see him for herself. 

Finally her father tells her they are going to visit, to ensure Reginald is no monster, to show her the palace in which she’ll be living. It hurts to say goodbye to her home, the servants who all but raised her, the forests where she rode her horse, the books that kept her company when she had next to no friends to converse with. She is sure the staff at the palace are nice enough, and she knows Reggie has a horse set aside for her, but they won’t be what she’s used to. 

So they load up the carriage, and Carrie watches the manor disappear behind them, not tearing her eyes away for a long time, not wanting to face the future quite yet. She and her father don’t speak much, but that’s par for the course; he’s spent most of her life being aloof and occupied with running the estate instead of raising her. 

He never speaks of her mother, and all Carrie has is her portrait tucked away in the attic to know her by, given her last breath and Carrie’s first were all but simultaneous. She has asked, but her father claims it is too painful, and so Carrie stopped asking. He’s not unkind, but they have never been close, and Carrie doubts that will change once she has been married off to someone living leagues away. 

The castle is nice, not overly fancy, but it’s a far call from her manor, and that says something. They receive a nice welcome from the staff, and are led to very nice rooms to relax before their audience. Carrie is glad to get out of her dusty travel clothes, washing up and trying to nap before she gets introduced to her future husband, but to no avail. She’s too nervous to sleep, tossing and turning in the luxurious sheets before the maid comes in to help her dress. 

She’s led through winding halls and wonders how she’ll ever find her way around here once it’s her home. She might need to enlist someone to draw her a map, lest she have to have a servant escort her everywhere. Though as future Princess, she might just have a guard at her side at all times regardless. It feels as though she’s given up her freedom for a crown. 

The throne room is expansive and sprawling, like it’s trying to be grander than it is; she had heard the current king, her future father in law has quite the ego, and this is but a mere reflection of it. She curtsies at the dias, eyes downcast, waiting to look up, to finally clap eyes on her intended. 

“This is Lady Carolynn,” a voice states. “One of your intended.”

Wait…one?

“And this is Lady Julianna, your other intended.” 

Carrie looks to her side and suddenly notices another girl there, gorgeously beautiful, and looking just as perplexed as Carrie feels. 

“Your Majesty… why are there two brides to be?” Carrie’s father asks. “I was under the impression my daughter was to be the sole wife of your son.” 

“You presumed wrongly Lord Wilson,” the king replies, his tone haughty. “In my land we take multiple wives-increases the chance of a male heir. My son’s mother made the decision to cap it at two, and though my son has argued one wife would be sufficient, he has agreed to this arrangement.” 

“Why were we not informed?” another voice asked, and Carrie has to presume this is Julianna’s father, given the hand he has on her shoulder, a small comfort, but it is more than her own father has offered her. 

“It is a well established practice in my land. If your historians had done their research when inquiring after a suitable match they would have known. But the contracts have been signed, dowries have been exchanged, and you both should know I am not to be trifled with should you try to walk away from our agreement.” 

“It’s fine,” Julianna said, her voice ringing out, a musical quality to it that immediately entrances Carrie. “I am sure Carolynn and I shall become the closest of friends and shall share the duties of Princess well.” 

“Ah yes. Only whomever delivers the heir shall receive the title,” the king intoned. “The other shall be Princess Consort, and Queen Consort when my son takes the throne.” 

Carrie bristles at that-they had been promised a title, a place in the court, but even she knew that the offering of the king was little more than a courtesy, with no power or rank behind it. 

A soft hand reaches over-and Carrie realizes it is Julianna, who gives her a smile. Who rolls her eyes a little, and Carrie has to hold back a snort. They will get through this-together. At least if their marriage is miserable, Carrie feels she has an ally now, and she can endure the worst with Julianna’s hand in hers. 

And with Reggie of course, who insists they use the nickname, no title required, Julie and Carrie doing the same, even as they lament the trickery at play here, which Reggie grimaces at. He promises them he’s going to change the title rule the second a crown is on his head, and that he honestly is in no rush to have children, but is very excited to start planning the most extravagant wedding. 

Carrie thinks this might just work out as they dive into planning a ball to introduce the girls to the kingdom. Bonding even further as the three of them share a love of music and similar foods. 

Carie figures things could have ended up worse-Reggie is even more handsome than she imagined, Julie a quite beautiful lass, and the three of them decide to make the most of what they have. Love may come, and it may not-it does, though it does take nearly a year of marriage for it to happen-but at least they have each other, and that’s worth enough here and now. 

[arcadiiian]

the vampire arun

[black-salt-cage]

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[miroyuuu]

These new red & gold hanging glass teardrop earrings are up for sale on my Etsy shop!

I'm also working on a new online shop to sell my designs so keep an eye out for that!

[imaginal-ai]

"Black Royal" (Part Seven)

(More of The Black Royal Series)

Part Six

Part Five

Part Four

Part Three

Part Two

Part One

[stanford-photography]

Asterion, The Minotaur In an alternative story, Asterion grew up as a celebrated prince, fashion model and vegetarian. By Jeff Stanford, 2024 Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/

[nr1-logo-design-inspiration]

Queen perfume logo design ♡♡♡

[stygiansiryn]

A Drowning

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[druidofsuburbs]

Day 17 of my 2019 October drawing challenge

Merfolk make fine jewelry from whatever washes down to their lairs

[invisibleraven]

"Stop pretending that you care" sounds very Carrie-coded to me, so Carrie(/or &) anyone

"Carrie! Carrie this way please!"

Carrie held her hand up, as if that would magically stop the paps from taking her photo, from hounding her with questions, from being anywhere near her.

She knew this was the price of fame-everyone wanting a piece of you, but sometimes she just wanted to vanish off the face of the Earth, and just go back to being anonymous. Even if it was only for a second.

Finally she was in the hotel lobby, and even if the odd person there stared at her, it beat the overbearing presence of the vultures outside. She turned to her assistant Julie. "Can you check us in and get everything settled? I need a drink."

"Right away," Julie replied with anod, instructing the bellhops and valets to take the wealth of luggage towards the front desk. Julie was good at her job-that was half the reason Carrie hired her. Well that and they had been friends since childhood, meaning Julie was one of the few people Carrie trusted, and knew her as a person, not her Pink Candi persona.

"Glass of Manhattan please," she said as she sat at the bar, sliding over a large enough bill to cover the drink, plus a generous tip. She found servers were less likely to rat you out if you tipped well.

"Coming right up," the bartender replied, and soon enough the glass was in front of her, and a genuine smile offered to her as she nodded in thanks. "You need anything else, even if it's an open ear, just lemme know."

Carrie chuckled into her drink. "This doesn't look like that kind of bar."

The server shrugged. "Ain't nothing wrong with offering a bit of hospitality. Plus most people get chatty if they're liquored up enough, so the least I can do is listen."

Carrie hummed, taking another sip of her drink. Why not talk to this stranger though? Beat going to therapy like her dad constantly did, or fucking off to goodness knows where like her mom did. "I know I shouldn't complain. I have everything you could want but it's not..."

"What you thought it would be?" he offered.

"Exactly," she surmised. "There are times I just wanna be you know?"

"Totally," the server said, slicing up fruit for garnishes as he listened. "Even if you're doing what you love, it's still a job some days."

"Is this what you love?" Carrie asked. "Bartending and part time therapy?"

He snorted. "It's a living. But no, this is just a side hustle to pay off my loans. I do what I love when I'm not here slinging drinks."

"And what's that?" she asked, polishing off her drink and watching as he effortlessly made her another without her needing to ask.

"Photography," he replied.

Carrie's hackles rose at that-this hotel was well known for housing the rich and famous. What if he worked here so he could get a few snaps to sell later? "Like nature or weddings?"

"Sometimes," he replied. "Beats doing fashion shoots. But no, I mostly shoot magazines, celebrities and the like."

Carrie pushed her second drink away then, standing up. "Well that's just great. Enjoy your scoop."

"What?" he asked, looking confused. "What's going on now?"

"Stop pretending you care," she hissed. "Vulture."

"I am... so confused," he stated.

That's when Julie came in, and her face lit up as she spotted them. "Reggie!" she ran over, hugging him over the bar. "I hoped you'd be working here tonight"

"Ju Ju Bean!" he replied, his smile blooming. "Yeah, well when you told me when you'd be here, I asked for the shift. Figured you might have time to catch up."

"Always," she replied, and god Carrie ached to see how happy and smiley Julie was-a smile she thought was reserved for Carrie alone. "Oh, Carrie, this is Reggie. He and I went to college together, and he did his apprenticeship with my dad. Reggie, this is my boss and best friend, Carrie."

"We've met," Reggie replied, his smile turning more polite. "She seems to have the wrong idea about me."

Carrie looked sheepish as she shrunk under Julie's glare. "It's just... he said he did photography. Specifically celebrities and after the paps outside... I overreacted. Sorry."

Reggie relaxed at that. "No I get it-those idiots have caused more than enough trouble. I do more so album covers, stuff for interviews. Promo images, and gig shoots. Legit publications, not the Inquirer."

"He's actually doing the photos for your gig tomorrow," Julie added. "I was going to introduce you two over dinner this evening."

Carrie drooped at that. "And now I am doubly sorry."

Reggie waved her off. "No I seriously get it. My best friend Luke reacted the same way when I told him I wanted to get into the biz-he made me promise to stick to the light side of the force, even if the money is good for the paps. We're cool, and if you want someone else tomorrow, I won't hold a grudge."

"No, you've been nothing but kind, and I was reverting back to my high school mean girl persona," Carrie stated. "How about we start over? I'm Carrie."

"Reggie," he replied, shaking her offered hand. "Now, my shift is done, so how about dinner and we can discuss your vision for the shoot?"

"Only if you let me pay," Carrie offered.

"Well d'uh," Reggie replied, offering her and Julie his arms. "Now where are you two lovely ladies taking me tonight?"

Julie rolled her eyes fondly at him, but Carrie saw the way she leaned into him, the way she wanted Julie to lean into her, and understood a lot clearer why they had stopped here specifically.

But the way that Reggie looked at the both of them? The way he made them laugh and feel appreciated, valued, and completely normal for once? Carrie could work with that.

And even though the selfie she took of the three of them that night was no work of art, especially not with Reggie taking gorgeous shots of the three of them over the years. That first picture would always be her favourite, as it was the beginning of the rest of her life.

[khermit-ing]

Ive made This hand crocheted lace choker with elegant metal closures more to come besties

[candylandphotos]

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"Radiant Royalty: A Golden Tapestry of Fashion, Mythical Beauty, and Opulent Adornments."

[miraizjewelry]

Pyrite Regal Rose Band 

https://www.miraizjewelry.com/collections/new/products/pyrite-rock-crystal-regal-rose-band

[dutybcrne]

The only way Kaeya would willingly announce he’s in a relationship is a nonverbal, very subtle gesture of his earring changing to match the color associated to to his significant other

[stygiansiryn]

Burn It Down

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[welcome-to-ratterrock]

Regal definitely has a few of these displayed in his office.

Pearl Skull Pendants // Vermeer Jewelry