#royal court Young royals

[raincitygirl76]

Damn good point.

It’s interesting how when it’s Wille having anxiety and outbursts it’s an embarrassing problem that needs to be fixed. But when it’s the queen who is depressed, sick and suffering from insomnia it’s illness that she needs rest and care for

[elnotwoods]

me, watching eps 1-5 of yr s3: WHAT ABOUT SOME MEDIA TRAINING FOR SIMON AND THE ROYAL COURT SITTING HIM DOWN AND EXPLAINING THINGS TO HIM

[myyoungroyalsblog]

Look at that smile, Wilhelm loved the picture

[dusty-daydreams]

[moodboard-d]

[groenendaelfic]

Wille making the housemaster come inside to confiscate his phone when he's interrupted having phone sex with Simon is peak born royal Prince Wilhelm ngl

[nutmeggery]

have we considered that the lack of media training for simon was a strategic move by the court because they don't want wille and simon to date at all

[silviakundera]

Ok but sometimes in The Princess Royal it's so fucking funny to think about how the rest of the capital are viewing them. In ep 17 everyone thinks it's all over for the princess, in house arrest in a temple copying texts and about to get banished to her country estate for eternity, and the noble houses put on hit on her too ambitious husband. Servants gossip is she's in denial about his death! How tragic.

In reality she was like, yeah and THEN the next part of our 65 step plan is that I'll take myself off the board and lower their guard by doing some shit to get me on house arrest. And in court I'll suggest some other punishments that'll get waived, so I can take down that asshole in Ministry of Justice with me. 💁 Then you dodge the inevitable murder attempts and come back with the evidence. Done & done. ✔

And instead of losing her mind about her dead husband, she really has a point that this old demon Pei Wenxuan has survived way worse and isn't gonna be taken out like that. 🙅

(not that she isn't legit worried and writing pining unsent letters to him, because she misses him constantly. BECAUSE SHE IS and it's awesome.)

[thatsmybook]

The frustration and irony of being royal in Young Royals is that you have the status and breeding to be a good leader that people will follow, listen to and respect, but you're not allowed to use that privileged status to make a stand for anything or anyone.

The role is an empty shell. It has no substance. It maintains its status by being deliberately neutral and spineless.

A revolution can not take place from inside the system.

To paraphrase Wille when talking to Farima: "so we won't do anything until it looks bad if we don't do anything."

All change only happens through external societal pressures and public opinion.

[raincitygirl76]

Reblogging again to add very pertinent tags from @anonfromtheflight

He was looking at wille's hair 😭

[perfecteggpartyland]

Fanfiction you're about to rescue me if things go south; fanfics to my rescue yet againn

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

Deception & Reunion

In the short time since King Edward ascended to the throne, his actions have left a profound impact on Windenburg. With the skies clearing of smoke and homes being rebuilt, the kingdom began to flourish once more. One of Edward's earliest acts as King was to restore his sister Augusta's rightful titles. In a grand ceremony held at Windenburg Castle, King Edward crowned Augusta as Princess once again, reinstating her household and all the privileges that had been taken from her years ago. Additionally, Edward orchestrated the exhumation of late Queen Fiona's remains from the Tower, granting her a proper burial in the vault beneath Westsimster Abbey. This gesture held immense significance for Augusta, who had long yearned for the opportunity to know her mother and was previously forbidden from speaking of her.

Despite the renewed hope and progress in Windenburg, darkness still persisted. Within the confines of Windenburg Castle, on a chilling Autumn night, Queen Cordelia lay nestled in her chambers, the warmth of the hearth casting gentle flickers of light across the room. Suddenly, she was jolted awake by a thunderous banging on her chamber door, echoing through the stillness of the castle.

Intrigued yet cautious, Cordelia rose from her bed, she approached the heavy oak door, the rhythmic pounding growing louder with each step. With a deep breath, she unlocked the latch and pulled the door open, only to be greeted by an empty corridor. Confusion knitted her brow as she glanced around, expecting to see her guards stationed nearby, but they were nowhere to be found.

A sense of unease crept over her, prompting Cordelia to step into the corridor, she moved cautiously, her footsteps echoing softly against the walls. As she rounded a corner, another noise pierced the silence, causing her to halt in her tracks. Her heart raced as she turned, her candlestick trembling slightly in her grasp.

There, hiding in the shadows, stood a figure clad in dark attire, the glint of steel catching her eye. Cordelia's breath caught in her throat, her mind racing with a mix of fear and disbelief. She had stumbled upon an armed intruder, a threat lurking within the very halls of her castle. Time seemed to slow as she struggled to comprehend the danger before her.

In a moment of terror, Cordelia's grip faltered, and the candlestick slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor with a resounding thud. The sound echoed through the corridor, a stark reminder of the perilous situation unfolding around her.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky over Windenburg, a sense of unease settled over the castle. Queen Cordelia's continued absence was unusual, her presence normally a steadfast pillar within the fortress walls. In his chambers, King Edward lay in a peaceful slumber, the gentle morning sun filtering through the ornate windows.

Lady Philippa, a trusted advisor known for her composed demeanor, entered the chamber with purpose. Her voice, though calm, carried an undertone of concern as she called out to rouse Edward from his sleep. The news of a Tartosan-flagged ship's sighting added a layer of intrigue to the morning. Edward's awakening was met with a humble smirk, a blend of curiosity and anticipation evident in his expression. He sought clarification from Philippa regarding his mother's possible return, her response tinged with a subtle hint of doubt.

That morning, a bustling scene unfolded along the Windenburg coastline. Tents were meticulously pitched, and the diligent servants ensured an abundance of food was prepared for the anticipated guests' arrival. King Edward, amidst the festivity, gazed out toward the sea where the Tartosan-flagged ship approached, its arrival met with cheers and jubilation from the gathered crowd. Despite the celebratory atmosphere, Edward's mind was consumed with concern for his missing mother. He struggled to push aside the nagging feeling of uncertainty, focusing instead on the tasks at hand.

Standing next to Edward, Lord Richard, who had taken on the roles of Lord Protector and Regent, provided comforting words, assuring the king that everything would be fine. He ventured to speculate that Cordelia could possibly be visiting relatives in Bagley. As Richard moved away, Edward's mind wandered, grappling with the uncertainty of his mother's whereabouts and the perplexing circumstances surrounding her sudden disappearance.

As the ship finally docked at the shore, a flurry of activity ensued. The Dowager Queen Margaery and Empress Mary, accompanied by their entourage, disembarked from the vessel. Among the welcoming throng, Lady Jane rushed forward to greet her long-absent mother. It had been 21 years since their parting, and Jane's joy at seeing Margaery again was palpable. Emotions ran high as Lady Dorethea embraced Margaery warmly, tears of disbelief streaming down her cheeks. Years of uncertainty and doubt had led them to believe that Margaery would never return to Windenburg, adding to the emotional weight of this reunion.

In a dark, stone room, Cordelia lay sprawled on a rough straw mattress. The cold, damp air clawed at her skin, permeating every breath with a musty stench that hung heavy in her lungs. The rhythmic drip of water echoed ominously, a constant reminder of her captivity in this dismal abyss.

As her consciousness reluctantly resurfaced, Cordelia's senses were assaulted by the oppressive atmosphere. With a pained groan, she struggled to sit up, her mind reeling with disorientation and fear.

"Where am I?" Her voice quivered, lost in the suffocating darkness. "How did I end up here?" The questions lingered in the air, unanswered echoes that only intensified the sense of foreboding that enveloped her.

As the haze of confusion slowly dissipated, Cordelia pieced together the grim sequence of events that had led her to this desolate place. She had been snatched, taken hostage by an unknown assailant. But why had this happened? And where was her captor now?

Unbeknownst to Cordelia, the Jacoban Clergy had struck a dark bargain with the newly appointed Lord Lorus Landgraab. They tempted him with a substantial sum to utilize his castle, situated on the Isle near Aarbyville, as the ideal site for Cordelia's secretive imprisonment. Lorus, barely 18 and naive to the clergy's ulterior motives, accepted the offer.

After a failed attempt to break free, Cordelia's desperate cries for help echoed fruitlessly in the sealed chamber. The solid door stood as an impenetrable barrier, leaving her trapped in a state of utter despair. She sank to her knees, hands gripping her face, questioning her fate with a heavy heart.

[raincitygirl76]

There’s a great post by @purplehoodiesimon about generational trauma that I’m linking, because I think it’s relevant to what the anon says.

Wilhelm doesn’t want to be like his mother, he rejects her repeatedly. But when push comes to shove, he instinctively replicates Kristina’s moves. And tries to justify them to Simon the exact same way Kristina tries to justify her lies to him. Both Wilhelm and Kristina believe they’re protecting a loved one, but really they’re protecting themselves with their lies. It’s generational trauma being repeated by a new generation.

And I think it’s extremely important for Wilhelm to hear Simon’s words, to realize that he’s replicating his mother’s patterns (just as Kristina replicates her own parents’ patterns). And we can tell that Simon’s words in this scene have an impact. Because when Wilhelm goes off script in the jubilee speech in 2.06, he says something very similar to what Simon says to him in the music room the previous episode.

Wilhelm will probably continue to replicate his mother’s moves on instinct, re-enacting generational trauma. But at least he’s aware now it’s a bad thing, and fighting against it. He’s young enough he has a chance to break free. I’m not sure Kristina is at a life stage where she can break free. She’s drunk the Kool-Aid for decades already.

People really thought Simon was the worst person for getting angry at Wille for hiding who posted the sex tape.

If it were me, I would’ve said worse and then completely cut ties altogether. I don’t see it as a “he’s protecting me” gesture, it’s more of a “he has no respect for me and my autonomy at all” gesture.

[moodboard-d]

[mirabel-on-a-bicycle]

actually they shouldn't have fixed anything they should've gone back to court all disheveled and hair everywhere WITH those stupid lil grins on their face. I wanted to hear the collective groans of everyone cmon

[raincitygirl76]

Major plot holes here.

friendly reminder that the only reason August’s ass isn’t in a courtroom is because he has money and connections 🙃