#royalhqzintro

[hvrdesthues]

(toby regbo, he/they/she, 31) announcing [ AUGUSTUS TUDOR ],the [ KING ] of [ ENGLAND ]. people would describe them as a [ KING ], maybe that is why they are [ FOR ] the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ PUTTING OUT MATCHES ON YOUR TONGUE, CLASPING BOTH HANDS ON YOUR MOUTH TO KEEP FROM SCREAMING, THE BURN OF REJECTION AND THE BURN IN YOUR LUNGS– THEY BOTH FEEL THE SAME BY NOW ].

@royalhqzstart

basics.

full name: augustus henry david tudor nicknames: auggie age: 31 years old  gender: genderfluid pronouns: they/them, he/him, she/her orientation: gay status: widowed

BIO.

(tw for toxic family dynamics, chronic illness, mental illness, murder, assassination, postpartum complications, loss of a parent)

you’re born into the world screaming. your parents are relieved. strong lungs. healthy. a boy. in all, a fine heir to the throne. within your first ten years of life you’ll dash all of those assumptions. the first comes when you’re still a baby. you’re prone to bouts of wailing, fevers you can’t express and pain you cannot soothe. you’re a sickly baby, and fussy at that. but the bouts seem to lessen with age, and your parents hope it will just be a funny anecdote, something to give you a hard time for when you’re older. at four, you take to draping blankets like dresses and fashioning pretend rings and necklaces, calling yourself a princess as you twirl. your parents don’t mind it. you’re an odd child, but you’re their child. some days you’re a prince, and others you’re a princess. in the grand scheme, where is the harm? six is when things change.

six is when the first attack happens. it’s summer, and you and leo are outside. the two of you are always out doing something, especially now. you love your sister, of course you do. the three of you are so close in age, not even a year between you and leo and barely more time between leo and kitty. it’s been the three of you your whole lives. you love max. you don’t love sharing. so the two of you run outside now, while you still can. you’re not sure what triggers it. one moment the two of you are running, laughing, shrieking in that sort of childlike delight one loses all too quickly, and the next your chest feels like fire. air doesn’t come easily, and you can’t get enough in at one time to say what’s wrong. you just keep wheezing, obviously distressed. help is swift, but it still feels, in your mind, like it goes on forever.

that’s just the first one. more will follow, and soon you’re being monitored much too closely for your liking. you’re only allowed to play slower games, and you’re brought in when it’s too cold or too hot, and soon it feels like you’re hardly allowed to do anything on your own at all. you fight tooth and nail for your life back. you want to run down the hills with your brother and you want to pretend to be knights fighting a dragon together and you do not want to be inside, stuck reading books and lamenting your bad luck. this is when the rift starts. leo is strong. leo can go out. leo can run and jump and fight and though he never quite learns to weave his words into things people love, he's the favored one. you don’t want to hate him. but you can feel when things shift. your father’s favor always felt obligated to land on you, as the eldest. but now with your health and strength and viability as heir called into question, you can feel all favor direct to leo. you do not want to be angry.

he’s the son of a high ranking noble in the region, a mere four months your senior. as such, the two of you are good friends as children. he leaves when the two of you are young, and you had been distraught. outside of leo, who by now you had closed yourself off to, he was one of your closest friends. you’ve never quite learned how to process loss. when he comes back, older and taller but his grin still lopsided and his eyes still pools of amber and honey when the light hits them just right, well. you’d never hidden your disdain for the betrothals your parents had tried to force upon you. on some level, you’d known why. but seeing him here, this was more. officially, the two of you were fast friends once more. you don’t kid yourself into thinking no one knew what was going on behind closed doors and hidden in corners of the library and tucked away in gardens away from prying eyes. but to speak it aloud felt like a disservice. first love is funny like that. you want everyone to know, but you don’t want to tell them, because your words will never be good enough. 

you think you're being careful. you think no one will realize. you're young and stupid and after, what, six years, you think clearly you've gotten away with this. you don't know how you'll keep this up, in the long term, but you don't think that far ahead. clearly. you've snuck out for, what, the thousandth time now, just the two of you, managing to mostly blend in in far plainer clothes and adornments than you're used to, and the two of you...almost seem normal. two young people too caught up in each other to even see until-- until someone is screaming and ambrose is choking and something hot splatters onto you. it feels like an eternity before you realize it is blood. not your own. his. you try to go to him, to-- to hold him, comfort him, try to stop the bleeding, anything. but you're pulled away, all but dragged back to the castle. you're no fool, despite what your father may think of you. still, you scream at him, ambrose's blood still drying on your face and your clothes, and the coldness you are met with it...it only enrages you further. you're sent away from him, told to clean yourself up and speak of this to no one, and to understand with ambrose gone there is only one target for a blade to find next time.

you are finally, finally bullied into complacency, it seems. you even take a wife, if for no other reason than to silence your father. he doesn't intend for you to take the throne, so he cares little that she comes from english nobility, offering no foreign alliance. you feel no love for her, not as a husband should to his wife, but this matters little to either of you. you both benefit from the union. of course, there is the matter of children. they are expected, and, well. you have one. truthfully, you'd never wanted children, had never liked them much the few times you had interacted with them, your siblings being so close to your own age it barely even counted. but the first time you lay eyes on anne, something changes. she is yours, and despite that, she's...she's perfect. you watch her with a constant sense of unease, fearful she will also be sickly, and maybe even worse than you had been. but no. she's a strong baby, and she stays strong, easily outrunning you more times than you can count, much to her amusement. no, calamity has spared your daughter, but this did not mean it did not arrive.

mathilde is never the same after anne is born. she was once lively and vivacious, and a troublemaker beyond measure. her wit and penchant for misbehavior were part of why the two of you had gotten along so well. but after anne is born, she's so tired. you think nothing of it at first. you know nothing of childbirth from personal experience, obviously, but it makes sense that such a thing would be taxing on the body. everyone says to just give her time, a month perhaps. but one month becomes two, and then six, and then a year has passed, and still. she cannot stand for long periods of time, tires all too easily, and you suspect there is more yet she is keeping from you. physicians can only treat some of the symptoms, and no one can give you an answer. this is just...life. and what a life for anne it is, both parents weak and-- and a father who is altogether useless and-- and--

mathilde dies in her sleep. you are alerted the next morning, when her servants go to tend to her. three years of this, of worry and fear and it has culminated in what you'd expected but hoped against anyway. anne is too young to understand, and there are many times she still speaks of mathilde as though she's only gone away for a while. it burns, to have to tell her no, her mother will not be back for her birthday, nor the holiday, nor ever again. you don't know if she grasps it, but eventually she stops asking. she becomes an angry child, and, god, you see entirely too much of yourself in her now, even if each passing day has her taking after her mother more as well.

and so life progresses. four years later, and now your father has died, the spectre and tormentor both felled by...by fate, perhaps. you don't know. fate is too cruel. fate has taken your love, twice now, and yoked you to an advisor bearing one of their names. you do what you can to avoid using it. it feels like a stab to the heart each time you must. it should not be him to which you refer. but it is.

[goldcnhearts]

(mecia simson, she/they, 36) announcing [ DAGMAR ROSENKRANTZ ],the [ DOWAGER QUEEN ] of [ DENMARK ]. people would describe them as a [  KING ], maybe that is why they are [ INDIFFERENT ] to the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ THE THUD OF AN ARROW HITTING ITS MARK, A BEDHALF EMPTY, TINY HANDS WRAPPING AROUND A FINGER, DARK HAIR PULLED AWAY FROM THE FACE ]

@royalhqzstart

name: dagmar helene rosenkrantz

age: 36

date of birth: december 18th

languages spoken: danish, german, latin, english, french

family: father, mother, elder brother, younger brother, younger sister, ivarr (husband, deceased), merete (sister in law, deceased), king of denmark (sibling-in-law), vidar (brother in law), tyr (brother in law), roselille (daughter)

sexuality: bisexual

bio: (death tw, grief tw)

you are the second born, a first daughter welcomed to the family- your father already has an heir but girls can be useful. he's a power player at the danish court, with a large estate and deep coffers, always whispering something to the king. it is no wonder when you grow close to the crown prince, he's so close in age to you and your father brings you and your elder brother to court so often.

two younger siblings come along- but they are never your father's shadows as you and your elder brother are. they remain at their family's estates with your mother.

you are raised to excel- your father cannot expect anything less than perfection from his brood of children. you ride horses as fast as any man, shoot as well as a marksman, play chess as well as any politican, speak languages as if they were born on your tongue.

you're bright, you're bold, you are self assured around everyone except your father. he always expects better, greater, perfection.

half of your time is spent at court, the rest in the country. both are your home- but the country allows for a freer life. there are less eyes on you- your father is busy running his estate, your mother is busy with your younger siblings. you are allowed to ride. frequently you join your father as he visits his tenants, collects his taxes and tithings from the people living on his land.

it is hardly surprise when the crown prince is betrothed. it is what future kings do- marry a foreign princess in some search for a dynastic alliance. your stomach turns in knots and you cannot place why. he is your friend, you must be happy for him. the princess- for that is all you have ever called her, never said her name, even if it was branded in your mind, the word sometimes spoken with drips of distain- never makes the travel. something about an increase in the dowry, the other family having no wish to pay such an increase.

the crown prince shall still be free to be your friend. you may dance with him when the music calls for it, you may ride with him in the forests, practice at shooting and swordplay (you tend to win the former, he the latter)- all under watchful eyes of others.

eventually your father speaks to the king. your father has deep pockets- the increase in dowry had been his idea, not that you were privy to the knowledge. he has always had the king's ear, and you will now have the crown prince's hand.

you wed, you attempt to settle into royal life- you have always been in the peripheral, have watched them for your entire life, but now you are one of them.

your husband comes to his throne, a crown placed upon his golden hair. you are there for every step- his queen, his consort, his wife, his closest friend. you settle into your new roles. you were taught histories and politics and languages- your father had made sure you were prepared for this, even if queenship had never truly crossed your mind. you had been educated to survive and thrive at court.

time passes, you settle into these roles. your life is content, you are happy. after years you learn you are expecting a child. your husband is overjoyed- he is to be a father, he is to have an heir.

then he falls ill. you had not expected this- he was still young, he was healthy, in the prime of his life. he passes, his brother takes his throne, and you give birth to a daughter.

your eyes have been since the night they had told you the news, but this is when the tears fall. as you hold your newborn, already half an orphan. you are drowning- but you must learn to swim in this sea, for you have never been allowed to sink before.

you hand your daughter off to a nurse. you must pull the shattered parts of yourself together.

when the time comes to travel to england a piece of you is relieved- you will not have to walk the same halls, sleep in the same bed, eat at the same table as you had with him. his ghost shall not haunt you. you must mend these broken pieces, put together the remnants of yourself.

[cfivy]

twirling  around  until  dizzy.  the  scent  of  cinnamon and vanilla.  falling  in  love  with  strangers.  a  bouquet  of  wildflowers.  talking  to  plants  to  help  them  grow.  a  lonely  heart.  chewing  on  pencils.  a sweater covered in cat hairs. always  placing  others  before  yourself.  a  jar  of  honey  filled  to  the  brim.  morning  dew  sparkling  in  the  grass.  hiding  a  stray  cat  from  your  parents. 

intro.

announcing [ MIRIAME ÈDOUARD ], the [ ADOPTED PRINCESS ] of [ FRANCE ]. people would describe them as a [ POET ], maybe that is why they are [ FOR ] to the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ A SWEATER COVERED IN CAT HAIRS, A JAR OF HONEY FILLED TO THE BRIM, THE SCENT OF CINNAMON AND VANILLA ].

stats.

name : miriame èdouard age : twenty nine birthday : february 25th nationality : french gender / pronouns : cis woman, she / her sexual orientation : pansexual

misc.

scars : none sleeping habits : 8 hours, early bird emotional stability : 8 / 10 alcohol use : occasional zodiac sign : pisces  alignment : lawful good positive traits : trusting, creative, playful, tries to see the good in everything negative traits : aloof, indecisive, perfectionist, easily distracted habits : talks to herself, reads before bed hobbies : nature walks, sewing, hanging out with her cat beau fears : confined spaces, ghosts favourite weather : afternoon sunshine favourite colour : green, pink, orange favourite food : anything sweet favourite beverage : tea with honey favourite animal : cats and bears tracklist : someone new ( hozier ), fairytale ( sara bareilles ), dancing queen ( lizzy mcapline's version ), mirrorball ( taylor swift ), she ( dodie ), foolish one ( taylor swift ), to the mountains ( lizzy mcalpine ), when emma falls in love ( taylor swift ), let the rain ( sara bareilles )

𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓾𝓹 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓻𝔂 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷

biography.

you’re born in the middle. not the oldest, not the youngest. you’re taught love early on. you approach the world with gentle hands, you accept the role as caretaker that is placed upon you with no explanation, no questions asked. you love, you love freely and you love hard. it is your greatest strength and your greatest weakness. 

your love comes easy for those who want it. you give it away with no hesitation. you do not beg, but you always find yourself longing for the same in return.

when your siblings fall and scrape their knees, you kiss them better. when you scrape your knees, you insist it doesn’t hurt. you grow up fast, but never lose your childlike sense of wonder. it’s a great paradox, it’s what keeps you intact. you’re still climbing trees, catching bugs and swimming in lakes. it  keeps you grounded when the world spins faster than you can keep up with. 

your heart is broken, and you mend it. your trust is broken, you give it away once more. 

relationships.

tba

@royalhqzstart

[lionhcartt]

(david corenswet, he/him, 30) announcing [ LEO TUDOR ],the [ PRINCE ] of [ ENGLAND ]. people would describe them as a [ KING ], maybe that is why they are [ FOR ] to the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ WEATHERD LEATHER BOOKS, INK STAINED FINGERTIPS, TOUSLED BLACK CURLS SPOTTED BY FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW ].

@royalhqzstart

leo was born in the midst of a storm, the wind thrashing against the walls of the palace, thunder and lightning shaking the stone as the moon sat high above the heavy clouds that poured oceans onto england. 'a good omen' his father insisted as his mother looked with worried eyes at their brand new baby.

not a peep. not a wail. just wide blue eyes staring inquisitively up at his mother. it wasn't till they forced a cry out of him, spanking his bottom pink did they finally let out a sigh of relief. the spare was born, the castle could rejoice.

things didn't change after that. leo remained a quiet child, standing dutifully beside his brother (whom he adored) and soon his sister (whom he cherished). there wasn't much use for a spare, so purpose wasn't something he could grasp at. instead, he lived a relatively normal life as a child with little responsibility. he chased after his older brother as much as he could, looked up to auggie with wide, awe-struck eyes, mimicking him the way any younger sibling would. in his eyes, he was the sun, leo was the moon, and kitty was all the stars in the sky.

but then the moon got jealous, and the sun got sick, and the stars grew distant once the moon began playing a role not meant for him... and there isn't too much of a rule book when it came to these things.

the king's favor grew fickle the weaker auggie got, his merciless eyes moving to leo, the weight of the crown growing heavier and heavier on his head, and slowly, leo felt his grip on his brother loosen as their paths were pulled apart. gone was the boy that used to sneak books into his sibling's room during stormy nights, gone was the boy that tried to keep up with both his siblings running down hills and picking at wildflowers.

leo grew up with the sole purpose of one day becoming king... against the strings of fate and the map of the gods, his father began to preemptively rewrite the scrolls of destiny... and leo's protests died in his throat. "I don't want to be king... auggie is still here... the people need to love their king, and they will never love me..."

But slowly, his father began twisting his mind as well. telling him he was doing his brother a favor, carrying the weight so it wouldn't destroy him. this was his destiny, this was his purpose, and who was he to deny that purpose? the moon was finally basking in the attention of the sun, and it was... addicting. he was finally dipping his feet into the river of the kings, and slowly being okay with it... until fate showed him just how powerful it was.

a king was but a man to the eyes of the gods, and his father died before he could crown him. the sun made its way back to the center of the sky and the moon? what could the moon do but to retreat to the darkness of the night.

purpose. what was his purpose now?

leo was born in the midst of a storm, the wind thrashing against the walls of the palace, thunder and lightning shaking the stone as the moon sat high above the heavy clouds that poured oceans onto england. 'a good omen' his father insisted as his mother looked with worried eyes at their brand new baby.

was he though? was he really?

[cheoljong]

✧ .・゜゜intro

(paul sun-hyung lee, he/him, 51) announcing [ CHEOLJONG JOLY ],the [ ROYAL ADVISOR ] of [ FRANCE ]. people would describe them as a [ SOLDIER ], maybe that is why they are [ NEUTRAL ] to the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ parchment, milk and cookies, and dim lighting ]. @royalhqzstart

hello, all! my name is leaf and my brand new muse is cheoljong! i haven't written on tumblr for a long time, maybe more than a year, so i am super excited to get back into the swing of things! below i've put some info about him and please let me know if y'all wanna plot smth! name: cheojong joly age: 51 gender: cis male pronouns: he/him character inspo: guinan (star trek), uncle iroh (atla), santa clause title: royal advisor specialty: sensitivity quick bio! he grew up in the woods outside of the main french village/town. he found out when he was a young teen that he was apparently a citizen of france, but his mother was not. he never found out why. he got older and learned to read and write, writing everything and anything down. he became a documentarian, then a historian, and now has worked his way to royal advisor for the royal french family. he always wanted to have children of his own, but was never able to. this still breaks his heart as he recently began to believe that due to his age, he would never be able to have a child of his own.

[cfivy]

picking petals off a rose. that moment you realise the sun is setting. laughing in inappropriate situations. a dandelion wish planting weeds across your yard. saying you're sorry while continuing to repeat the same mistakes. taking a punch with a grin on your lips. losing track of time. unnecessary cruelty for the sake of amusement. always waiting for more. biting when no one expects you to. running away from your problems.

intro.

announcing [ MAGNUS THOMSEN ], the [ ADVISOR’S SON ] of [ DENMARK ]. people would describe them as a [ SOLIDER ], maybe that is why they are [ INDIFFERENT ] to the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ LAUGHING IN INAPPROPRIATE SITUATIONS, TAKING A PUNCH WITH A GRIN ON YOUR LIPS, SARCASTIC COMMENTS ].

stats.

full name :  magnus thomsen age :  twenty five birthday: october 6th gender / pronouns :  cis  man,  he / him sexual  orientation :  unbothered languages spoken : danish, swedish, sámi, english

misc.

scars : several small scratches and marks from rough play as a child sleeping habits : irregular, around 5 hours, often has night terrors when sleeping alone emotional stability : questionable... 5/10 alcohol use : frequent zodiac sign : libra alignment :  chaotic evil positive traits :  charming, romantic, creative negative :  inattentive, impatient, obsessive, arrogant, manipulative when need be habits : often fidgeting, picking useless fights for his own amusement hobbies : reading, painting, gardening fears : commitment, snakes favourite weather : thunder favourite colour : baby blue and yellow favourite food : doesn't really have one favourite beverage : wine and tea favourite animal : bears tracklist : an ego thing ( lizzy mcalpine ), waiting room ( phoebe bridgers ), least favorite only child ( leanna firestone ), cool girl ( dodie )

biography.

LISTEN FRIENDS i am WORKING on the bio but here is some bullet points to get started

from a noble family, spoiled, arrogant, a handful to say the least BUT he has his moments occasionally where he's a somewhat decent person, he's charming and nice when there's something to be gained from it

very much appreciates the finer things in life. and attention, loves attention. will make sure he's the center of it whenever that's possible. loves a party, loves to flirt, loves what flirting might lead to. like i said, he's a handful

never really got along with his father. it's not a lack of love, but definitely a disconnect. a therapist might say this causes some overcompensation, but those don't exist yet so we don't have to look to deep into it

might have been dropped on his head as a child who knows

@royalhqzstart

[goldcnhearts]

(jamie blackley, he/him, 30) announcing [ ZÁPOLYA KÁZMÉR ],the [ CROWN PRINCE ] of [ HUNGARY ]. people would describe them as a [ SOLDIER ], maybe that is why they are [  NEUTRAL ] to the kingdoms working together. they remind me a bit of [ THE GLINT OF SUN ON STEEL, FOREVER LOOKING OVER ONES SHOULDER, STRANDS OF WHITE FUR ON BLACK SILK ] @royalhqzstart

name: Zápolya Kázmér

birthday: October 30th

age: 30

languages spoken: hungarian, latin, croatian, english

family: father (deceased), mother (deceased), older brother, sister-in-law, younger sister, younger brother, younger sister, nephew

sexual orientation: bisexual

You are not raised for kingship, that honour has always belonged to your elder brother- and he comes into it younger than any of you would have guessed. Any leadership you are taught is that of an army rather than a country. Your childhood is filled with your younger siblings, the nursery filling throughout the years. By the time your parents pass you are second of five. 

From childhood you have been taught that it shall forever be your duty to watch your brother’s back- he will be king- is the king, you will forever stand behind him. Guards will come and go, advisors will retire, but blood and brotherhood shall last both your lifetimes. You are taught to wield a sword, to hold a shield. 

Your uncle runs the kingdom in your brother's name, teaching him to run the country he has already inherited. You are left to the nursery with your younger siblings.

The time comes when you are a man grown yet barely out of boyhood- sent off to fight as so many younger sons are. Heir to nothing, there is a younger brother to replace you in the line of succession if you were to fall. You say goodbye to your siblings, scared it might be the last time you see them.

War is brutal and bloody but unlike many of your men you return home. You walk the halls of your childhood- nothing has changed yet everything has changed. Your siblings have grown, you have grown. You still feel like the same man, standing on the front stoop, staring at your childhood home.

The time comes to leave your home again, to board a boat and cross a channel to an island kingdom. It is for peace, they tell you. As if you entire life has not been in name of finding peace for your country.