#royalty au tbt

[dreamsofalifeold]

((Shy as a royal or high class woman would probably not be fun for her. Being autistic and having severe anxiety, I can see her as being mistaken for "demure" and "modest" when in reality she's just too freaked out to talk coherently and prefers staying in places she feels are safe and quiet. She'd obedient but also stupidly impulsive and goes a long time without messing up, only to turn around and do some huge stupid thing that embarrasses her family. She's dreamy and unfocused and while admired from afar for these qualities, has no real friends because she's grating and a little unsettling up close.

Also?? Hella sheltered. Very gullible because her family doesn't let her do anything on her own and most of her knowledge about people comes from books of history, fairytales, pastoral fantasy, and chivalric romances. She's polite and will do anything for people and is prone to being tricked and scammed for it.

The only reason she hasn't been married off yet is because she doesn't really need to be, given her older brothers already have secure matches, and she's considered fragile to the point they're afraid she'd die if she was sent away. It's been rumored among the court that she's a witch or a changeling and that hasn't helped matters, either.))

[stonedgilbert]

@hunter-royalty​ , buffoonery starter call.

“Stop being drunk! Get a better metabolism!”

[bnjmin]

@strnza​:      ❰❰ CHIN ❱❱     accepting.

             at  most  things,  he  finds,  she's  much  more  skilled  than  he  is;  and  while  he'd  like  to  lean  heavily  into  the  limp  that's  almost  cleared  up  but  hasn't  quite  yet,  he  knows  the  result  would  be  the  same  regardless.  him  on  his  knees,  eyes  raising  with  the  cool  slide  of  the  blade  across  his  chin,  softened  by  the  hair  and  skin  between  that  and  the  bone.  a  smile,  before  he  taps  her  shin  with  the  flat  edge  of  his  own  weapon.

[llamanorthwest-archived2]

(brain keeps spitting out ideas for paz so ive been doodling as much as i can)

[fallenregent-a]

@whitlxcked

     ‘ Jazzy ? ‘ she looks up at her brother as her fingers remained laced with his , tucking hair behind her ear that the wind had blown out of place . her cheeks were flushed and she was suspiciously close but she didn’t care . ‘ do you ever wonder how life would be if you hadn’t been my brother ? ‘ a sigh falls from her lips as she moved to nuzzle into his shoulder , breathing in his scent . ‘ how my love for you wouldn’t be seen as some abomination but as something pure and sweet ? ‘

[deemwcrthy]

his eyes GLANCED around, noticing how c r o w d e d the ballroom was before turning his head back to the R O Y A L speaking with him, shoulders shrugging.

                 ‘ you are not WRONG about it being crowded.                         i do not b l a m e you for wanting an escape. ‘

@madasateacup | x |

[vipier]

RARELY DOES THE PRINCE SPEAK, TRISTAN HAS NOT BEEN ABLE TO HELP BUT NOTICE DURING HIS SERVICE. but for one so silent, there is something endlessly curious about him, about those eyes that seem to so rarely close, that seem to miss nothing in his constant observance of his surroundings. at first, tristan had found it unnerving – as if he himself is not similar, as if he does not cause other people regular discomfort with the intensity of his gaze – but he's grown used to it by now. frankly, few in this castle endeavor to speak to him, simply the sheikah guard of the neglected prince. the primary difference in the prince himself is that he seems unbothered by tristan's heritage and does not appear to share the suspicion of tris's kind that has become prevalent in other hylians, specifically those of status. if anything, kenneth's few words have proven supportive, even if not spoke directly to his guard. for tristan's part, it does not comfort him, but he is far more predisposed to distrust, especially of his superiors.

" it is my responsibility to know about you, highness, " he answers without enthusiasm, his gaze following the prince keenly as he circles like a bird of prey before a strike. not that tristan has any particular concern that he will strike at all. rather, this feels more like a test than anything else, not particularly serious more than kenneth pressing against a pressure point or two and gauging the result. it is not the first time and tris suspects it will not be the last. " I am but a guard. you should not otherwise concern yourself. for you to know more about me would simply be to court disappointment. " or perhaps to find ser tristan strung upon the gallows for treason.

the dagger, however, briefly distracts him, and his jaw draws tight at the glint of it, at the casualty of the prince's words, the truth of them reverberating down his own spine like the strike of a blacksmith's hammer against an anvil. would it have to be him? no, he tells himself, it is still far too soon yet in his mentor's plans.

" I said nothing of boredom. " and though he speaks truth, tris internally curses himself for any ounce of transparency – for he does indeed find himself so frequently bored. the training that defined his childhood had been relentless, brutal, sharpened him into an exacting blade at an age some might claim too young for such violence, but it had made him effective, given him a direction for his restlessness. he had miscalculated, apparently, that the return of that restlessness would go unnoticed, but he files away the reminder to be warier around the observant prince. " but that is the purpose for which I am here. they may try for your life, but not before crossing me. "

the knight does not compromise his posture as he resumes his customary place beside the door, his eyes remaining steadfastly on his charge, only flickering now and again to the polished blade in the prince's hand. beautifully made, as most anything else that finds its way into a royal's possession, but he would have to hold it in his own hand to determine by its weight and balance how effective it might realistically be in a fight. despite himself, he finds himself inclined to ensure kenneth is in possession of an effective weapon. just as quickly, he dismisses the thought as the determination to complete his mission on his own, rather than let somebody less worthy do it for him.

" are you implying you think I wish to impress your sister? " a conclusion tristan supposes would find support in the minds and hearts of most in his position. so many of the royal guards practically climb over one another to be near zelda, vying near daily for the privilege of standing beside her, of protecting her. tris's charge is far less envied, the prince regarded as largely tertiary by most, extraneous to the alleged prophecy which binds the princess. for his part, the knight prefers things this way, prefers to remain as invisible as he can and simply observe. it is only the prince who makes this difficult, ever watchful, frequently his only company in a castle that feels entirely too large. to tristan's irritation, he finds it increasingly difficult not to sympathize with the prince's isolation. " I have no desire to clamor for additional attention. perhaps you misjudge the extent of my ambition or the depth of my commitment. or perhaps you wish to goad me into participation for your own reasons. are you so curious how I would fare? "

the palace had taught him much through its neglect of him. there were many things to be accomplished when every eye around the corridor was not so tellingly focused on you. they had not met his protests in defence of the sheikah kindly, though the council itself seemed oddly possessed with the sort of paranoid hysteria that would gather one to think they had fought on the frontlines, built the giant miracles, and whipped back calamity. his guard was only one of the little ways he'd gotten his way around, and some had been in service, his eyes and ears, for as long as he had been sixteen once. the new addition seemed to be blending in just as fine as the others had, though earning their loyalty was a different matter. arrayed in reds and hold, his roughened hands hidden beneath a cloud-like cape, he watched the knight speak and kept his expression undisturbed.

the prince rarely blinked, as if his eyes were determined to see all, and he smiled a little in private, as if he were not the prince. verbal sparring? he thought, and raised his brows to humour. strong and silent? when he spoke, his voice was light and unserious, the sort of tone to inform impa he was up to little good.

           ❛❛ it doesn't seem that way to me.   ❜❜ and when often so quiet, with a tendency to speak only to himself, it was a little strange to hear his own voice in an otherwise empty room, echoing back to him. quite unmoving still, his eyes follow the knight as he stands and dusts down his scabbard and sword, before he squared himself, the soft corners of his face furrowed lightly, troubled but stiff as a board. he listens to what tristan had to say and tangled his own fingers behind the small of his back, and his smile returned, flashing. as he moved in a circle around the rigid knight, he moved his attention over the assortment of weapons that had been provided. ❛❛ would i?   ❜❜ he reacts with some entertainment and delight, eyes wide and bright as mismatched stars. when he turns to face the knight again, there is nothing embittered there for his disrespect, or rebuke for his complaint. the prince merely absorbs anything in his way. ❛❛ well, a good thing you seem to know a great deal about me instead.   ❜❜

idly, he picked a dagger off the table. it was a splendid thing, burnished gold and sharp as a pincer. ❛❛ you shouldn't worry of boredom, someone will try my life soon enough.   ❜❜ though one could never be certain of the schedule that shadows carried. he missed those in his own company with a swift ache, then erased it from mind. ❛❛ until then, my sister favours these tourneys; are you inclined to try your hand anyway?   ❜❜

[titanslayer]

@brokenbow​ / sc.

     “ do — do you think father noticed, at dinner? ”  zeus wasn’t an easy man to fool; jason couldn’t handle the smell of grapes anymore, and he’d gagged very openly at the wine.  zeus had raised one stern brow, and jason felt sure he knew the truth — about the bite, about everything.  “ if he didn’t notice, i’m sure ares suspects — ”

[savagewolffury]

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“Out here to take a breather from the ball?” Not like he could blame the guy, he came out here to do the same thing.

@phoenixadragon

[tsukinoiri]

❛ i can read your fortune. it says you’re a nerd. ❜ aether to lumine

@victoryclaimed // SPOOPY TIMES AHEAD !

               “yeah? i read yours too — it says you’re a coward.” she grinned, lips pulled back in absolute amusement as she watched aether’s reaction. “& you know why?” lumine jerked her thumb toward their friends, not even needing to specify who she was referring to. “he’s right there. the very least you can do is invite him out for a walk together. just the two of you. alone.”

[stonedgilbert]

"I'm the baby, aren't you and Elena supposed to make sure I don't die or something," Grayson sighed, a dramatic lilt to his voice as he slumped in his seat, a pout of his lips. Did he actually believe a word of what he was saying? Not a chance - but hey, he'd do whatever he could in order to get more snacks. Whereas Jeremy was always prepared, Grayson rarely was - instead stealing bits of snacks from his twin whenever the other wasn't looking. "And I think I'm gonna die of starvation if you don't give me another."

"That's all I've got for you," Jeremy whispered back, clearly indicating it was not in fact the last of his snacks. He tended to treat classrooms like movie theaters, sneaking in as much food as possible in a way that made it very inconvenient to confiscate it from him.

[dawnwalks]

@lightreigned​ said: ❝  do you not dance, mr. Riku ?  ❞ (Royalty Au? Royalty Au.)

‘ normally ??  no. ’ 

riku can’t help the slight laugh that escapes him as he shakes his head  ,  gloved fingers curled around his glass before it’s set down.  he doesn’t like parties  ,  he doesn’t like the show he has to put on  ,  representing his  family’s name  or whatever excuse it was this time.  he was polite  ,  sure  ,  but he hated playing nice with other stuck-up rich people.

it didn’t ever help he was  ,  unfortunately  ,  from a  family  of stuck up rich people.

the perks of being nobility.

still  ,  riku shoots him a grin  ,  crossing his legs in his seat  &  leaning on one hand as he speaks.

‘ depends, though.  are you asking me to dance ?? ’

[nathanhiel]

prince nate,,,,archibald.,,,

[lunafaeris-archive]

"Man, woman or otherwise," The Entity entered from the shadowy face of a far wall. "They'll have you hanged. No rule lasts forever." ( to chancellor Luna persnaps BOc )

          “ I’m positively flattered that you felt the need to warn me. But I have no idea what you’re talking about. ” Of course, she knew exactly what he was talking about; but why give herself away when he clearly didn’t grasp her or the intricacy of her plans? As chancellor of the court, Luna was well respected among her peers for her insight when handling state or even interpersonal affairs. In all things she was the female embodiment of esteemed intellect and political savvy, though her touch was fallow and cold as she dug her claws into the people she thought were disposable. Poor little pawns didn’t even realize that they were being played as they moved across the board, sowing rumors, breaking alliances while forging new ones in secret. Even the king was merely a figurehead, a puppet that she made dance and sing to appease the crowds while every action that he took was according to her will. For he trusted her judgement, and why shouldn’t he? She had brought nothing but wealth and prosperity since she was appointed to the council.

          Shuffling her papers together, she tapped the bottom of the stack atop her desk, neatly organizing them into a bundle as she rose from her chair and made a clear path towards the door, passing him over entirely.

          “ Did you come here out of a sense of honor and decency? Or are you threatening me? ”

@starsmasher

[eisenblade]

△ your majesty, have you ever felt guilty for taking m'hilo away from his people and culture?

difficult questions. / ( acc. )

“ ... Four. ”

Olberic pauses for a moment, forming the words in his head first, lest it comes out wrong. Brief though it is given the need to speak quickly and effectively with his position.

“ I do my best to make sure Hilo is aware that I do not intend to cut him off from his culture or his people. Though perhaps I could make it clearer... ”

Traces of a scowl can be seen grasping at his features, ever so slightly.

“ However, I do not feel at all guilty taking him away from a certain individual. ”

[forcewokena]

i don’t have the verse written out yet but like consider rey growing up the way she might have if her parents hadn’t hidden her from palpatine . she’d never have had a reason to be pulled toward the light  (  not like ben solo had  )  ,  and would be totally engulfed in the darkness and at the mercy of palpatine’s training and influence  .  she’d be ruthless  ,  probably enough so to even unsettle kylo ren .