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[starcyri]

Continuation of

THE WITCH AND THE PRINCESS

By: StarCyri

(Final Part)

Years had past since then, The Princess and the young witch’s friendship grew stronger, but not without rumors surrounding them, one may say that the young witch must be tricking the poor princess, others say that the young witch must have been planning something to ambush the whole kingdom, but of course those rumors are just rumors, Magnolia and Calytrix ignored those rumors, instead they remain good friends...or are they? After all years had past, they looked different, Calytrix, now has a purple dress and a witch hat, her dress resembles a flower, and hair tied into twin braids, her Lavender eyes still shine as bright as stars, and Magnolia now wears a white dress, which also resembles a flower, an elegant flower at best, she wears a Southern Magnolia flower accessory in her hair, her hair was also braided, just not into two, and her eyes still resembles a healthy leaf, and now they are almost 18, both Magnolia and

Calytrix looked at eachother, like it was different from their childhood, it felt different, they... they seem in denial of their feelings yet they brushed it off.

But they have at least people who are there to support them...until suddenly at the day of Magnolia’s Coronation, an incident occured, no one seems to know why but The King and Queen suddenly fell very ill, which paused the Coronation, both of the King and Queen were both weak, and unable to even move, many doctors have tried to heal them had failed, and even both Zinnia and Calytrix tried to heal them, but there was nothing they could do, but in the last attempt to save the King and Queen, Zinnia sets off far from the kingdom, to get a special potion to cure their illness, but..the day came where the King and Queen died by the illness, the whole Kingdom was in despair by what was supposed to be the time where Magnolia gets crowned, ended up being a tragedy.

Magnolia, trapped herself in her room, sobbed as she received the news of her parents passing, right besides her was Calytrix, patting her hair gently, trying to comfort her dearest.

“Why... Why must they die now..? the people still need them- I still need them!” Magnolia cried out, as she clings to Calytrix, Calytrix says nothing as she only gently brushes Magnolia’s white hair, both embraced each other in this tragic moment, never letting go anytime soon.

“It will be alright, White Flower” Calytrix tried reassuring “How can you be so sure? Star Flower...?” Magnolia replied, sniffling against the young witch “I’m not sure, but.. I’m sure we can get this through together, you, can get through this, your parents after all... they... they know your strong, capable of being a ruler” Calytrix softly says, cupping Magnolia’s cheeks, wiping her tears away.

“And... your the strongest princess I have known, and.. that ‘s why.. I lov-” before Calytrix could continue, a knock on the door was heard, neither Magnolia and Calytrix seem to want to get up and check who it was, but it was Magnolia’s duty anyway to get it, after all someone was knocking at her room, Magnolia hesitantly stood up and got up to open the door, as the door opens, she locked eyes with the same envy colored eyes, it was the Gardener boy, Hyacinth

“I must apologize for intruding your time your highness, but really I just want to say I’m very sorry for your loss, if you want someone to cry or someone wanting to listen to you, I’m here for you” Hyacinth says, it wasn’t the first time anyways that he had tried to make advances on the Princess several times in the past, and Magnolia always politely

brushed him off, she doesn’t really...feel comfortable around him, but maybe this time she’ll let this slide, not his offer though, just a change of heart of maybe finally opening up to him , after all he seemed genuine.

“Thank you for the kind offer, Hyacinth, I’ll maybe take that offer if Calytrix isn’t around to help with me” Magnolia closed her eyes lets out a slightly sad chuckle, getting the mood a bit up, but once she opened her eyes once more, she does not see Hyacinth smiling, instead he looked serious, which made Magnolia concerned.

“What’s the matter, Hyacinth?” Magnolia asked “Well... excuse my rudeness Princess but why speak highly of the witch? For all we know she can be the reason why your parents fell ill, you know how witches are, they are tricksters” Hyacinth replied with a serious tone, after Hyacinth said that, Magnolia’s heart dropped, “...How dare you question my friendship with her” Magnolia says, with a hint of anger in her tone, but Hyacinth continued on.

“Oh I apologize your highness but, you must agree what I have just said, that friend of yours is a witch, witches are known to be the most despicable, tricking their victims even if it-”

“She is NOT tricking me, Hyacinth Yellow, out of all your years here, you should know by now that Calytrix isn’t like that, even the King and Queen knows she isn’t like that! Calytrix.. Calytrix is my dearest companion! I demand an apology right now!” Magnolia cuts off Hyacinth, expressing her anger, now Calytrix, hearing her dearest friend’s anger tone, rushes to Magnolia “Is everything alright?” Calytrix asked, her face expressed in worry, but before Magnolia could answer her, Hyacinth bowed down.

“I apologize for saying such rude and sensitive things to your highness, especially during the time of your grieving, please allow me to make it up by a tea time afternoon with the finest tea” Both Calytrix and Magnolia looked at the kneeling gardener, Calytrix expressed pity

“Magnolia.. Maybe you should forgive him, after all, it is understandabl-”

“For many times I have said this, this is not acceptable Calytrix, you are my dearest companion and I cannot allow slander upon your name” Magnolia cuts off Calytrix, but continues “but this time I will forgive you, Hyacinth, carry on with your job, and tomorrow afternoon I’ll take up your offer with tea” right after Magnolia accepted Hyacinth’s offer, he immediately thanked Magnolia, completely ignoring Calytrix and carrying on with his job.

Calytrix could only sigh, she looked at her friend, who was obviously still mad at the interaction “You did not have to defend me once more Magnolia..” and Magnolia replied with “But they were slandering you! Of course I had to do something! And of course they were bothering me anyways while I was grieving! Out of all days he says that...” as words spilled in Magnolia’s mouth, so did tears spill in her eyes, “Out of..” words trailed off from Magnolia, as she broke down into sobs, Calytrix quickly went to her side, and immediately comfort her, once again, they embraced.

The next day came, Magnolia was sitting in the Tea room, she was a mess, her eyes were dark and puffy, and her figure was slump, she looked like a wilted Southern Magnolia Flower, she was waiting for what Hyacinth called, “The Finest Tea” she waited patiently, and there came Hyacinth, holding a tray of a tea set and biscuits

“I Hope I did not make you wait for long, Princess”

“You did not, Thank you for the tea, Hyacinth” Magnolia softly smiles at him, while Hyacinth smiles back, as he placed the tray in the tea table, Hyacinth stood there, but Magnolia gestured him to sit down, he was hesitant at first, but nevertheless, sat down comfortably.

“I apologize for such horrid words I have said yesterday, I just..” before Magnolia could continue, Hyacinth shook his head “No, it was clear it was my fault for saying insensitive words while you were grieving, I should have minded my words” Hyacinth says, but that made Magnolia sigh, there was no signs of him apologizing for saying horrible things about Calytrix “You seem to have forgotten another thing you have to apologize, listen Hyacinth, I could tell that you are a great man, but you have to understand that not all witches are bad, take Auntie Zinnia and Calytrix for example, they have not harmed people in here, and I doubt they ever will” as Magnolia says that, she drinks her tea, the tea tasted weird... she looked at Hyacinth to ask what was one of the tea’s ingredients, only to see him smile, not an innocent smile, he was grinning, which made Magnolia concerned and slightly nervous.

“I don’t actually believe you are right with that, Princess, witches are really terrible, in fact they have probably casted a spell against you and the late King and Queen, but don’t worry, your wondering why the tea tasted funny, because I made sure that tea you have is the reversal spell, where you can finally say the truth, Princess Magnolia” Hyacinth smiles sinisterly, it wasn’t a reversal spell, it’s obvious that it wasn’t any reversal spell, Calytrix or Zinnia would never, and Magnolia finally figured it out.

It was his plan from the start, to frame Calytrix.

“Now Princess, announce something for the whole Kingdom, tell them about Calytrix, your ‘dearest friend’ had tricked you, and murdered your parents”

Magnolia could not refuse Hyacinth’s demands anymore as her mind and body felt numb.

Calytrix was at Magnolia’s room, she sat on her bed and she seems to be making something... a Flower crown, specifically a Magnolia Flower Crown, Calytrix smiles as she made this, surely this could cheer up Magnolia just a little bit, right? Suddenly the door opens, Calytrix perked up.

“Oh! Your back! Magnolia look what I!-...I...” Calytrix words trailed, upon seeing Magnolia with Hyacinth and with two guards, Calytrix was confused upon seeing them, but nevertheless walked towards Magnolia “What’s wrong? Is there something that happened? Ah well- before anything though Magnolia, I have a gift for you!” immediately she presented the flower crown to Magnolia “Here! I know you haven’t felt- you know, happy in awhile but I made this to atleast cheer you up!” Calytrix continued to ramble on, and even placed the Flower on Magnolia’s hands, Calytrix didn’t seem to know what was going on.

A rip suddenly was heard, Calytrix stopped from her tracks as she sees Magnolia tearing her newly made Flower Crown, getting it destroyed piece by piece, each piercing Calytrix’s heart, that lead Calytrix unable to say anything.

“Arrest her, and cut off her hair.” Magnolia ordered, and two guards immediately pointed their weapons to Calytrix, who was too shocked and heartbroken to even react, her hair was cut, leaving Calytrix with a messy short hair, but before she could get taken away, Calytrix looked at Magnolia, with a betrayed face.

“...Why...?”

Was Calytrix’s word before being taken away, Magnolia only stared with no emotion, while right beside her was a man, patting her hair softly, telling her that she’s doing the right thing, but really, Magnolia could feel her tears inside of her.

Calytrix was thrown into a dungeon, she did not bother using her magic to escape, she could even if her hair was cut short, but she was sad and confused, she didn’t know what she did wrong to make Mangonlia angry, she pondered hard, trying to think of something, anything, hours pass and suddenly the dungeon opened and there goes Magnolia, with two guards, Hyacinth was no where to be seen, but it was Calytrix’s chance to ask what she did wrong.

“Magnolia! Please tell me what I have done wrong!? I-I don’t understand! I-I thought we were friends!-” Calytrix asked. “You tricked me, that’s what, you murdered my parents” Magnolia replied. “Tricked..? M-Murdered?- Magnolia, both you and I know I didn’t and would never do that!-” Calytrix says with a hurt tone. “That’s what you say, but your lying, I just know it. After all your a witch anyways, I should have never befriended you.” that... that broke Calytrix, the hope and light in her eyes die down as her only true friend, and the woman she loved, see her as a monster.

“...”

“We have decided your fate for punishment of tricking me and murdering The King and Queen, you will be executed in three days, surely that is enough time for you to think through your actions.” Magnolia turned away, as Calytrix stared blankly at her, once Magnolia was out of the dungeon, Calytrix’s tears fell, and then she sobbed and laid on the cold dirty dungeon floor.

‘So this was it? This is my punishment for being alive..? For being a witch...? For even hoping... why, why does everyone punish me for no reason..?’ Calytrix continued on sobbing ‘after all we’ve been together, you did not give me a chance to even say or defend myself.. Do you hate me that much..? What did I do to make you hate me now? I only just wanted to give you my love, my everything, you, you were my everything. And even everything, you still are, I still love you.’ memories filled Calytrix like a broken record, even after all of that she never blamed anyone, especially Magnolia for this.

The day of the execution came, in the fields where Calytrix and her aunt lived was the location of the execution, many people gathered around, wanting to see the young witch burn, many people were overjoyed that the young witch was finally getting what she “deserved”.

Magnolia sat down while Hyacinth was standing right next to her, they were also watching Calytrix’s execution, no emotions were going on her face, as Calytrix was tied up, Calytrix looked like a mess, she looked like she was beaten up in the past 3 days, her hair was cut short, and her dress was changed from the purple dress to a white dirty

dress, Calytrix looked down, not showing her face to anyone, the crowd looked at the young witch with hatred and disgust.

“BURN HER ALREADY!!”

“PUNISH HER FOR HER CRIMES!!”

“SHE MUST PAY!!”

The kingdom’s people yelled out, hatred had filled their hearts, not even pity, they even threw stuff at her, but that didn’t seem to make Calytrix flinch anymore or wince in pain.

“BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!” The people chanted

“...Burn her” Magnolia ordered, and the fire started, slowly burning Calytrix, but before the flames could overtake Calytrix, she finally raised her head, despite her beaten up face, instead of seeing despair in her eyes, Calytrix’s eyes shine bright once again.

Ba-dump.

Magnolia’s eyes widened.

Ba-dump, Ba-dump.

Calytrix smiled brightly despite the pain.

Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump.

Calytrix mouthed something for Magnolia.

........

Tears fell down Magnolia’s cheeks, as finally, the spell was broken. What has she done?..

Magnolia screams.

It’s been a year since that incident, no one in the kingdom would believe her that Calytrix didn’t do anything, they could only see Hyacinth as the hero and the rightful King in the kingdom, Magnolia was forced to marry the man who had killed and framed the love of her life, she was Queen, and he was King, she couldn’t even look Zinnia in the eye when she came back after Calytrix’s execution, Magnolia has never seen her again since that day, Magnolia just sat on her throne room, spacing out, she was truly a mess, especially the fact that she, was carrying a child on the way, she remembered what Calytrix had mouthed, it wasn’t anything to make the spell disappear, no, the spell had a time limit, Calytrix last words, or well whispered, was ‘I love you, Magnolia’...she had wondered what her life would have been like if it wasn’t for Hyacinth, maybe..-

“Your Majesty” a guard enters the throne room and greets Magnolia “What do you want now” said the Queen bitterly, The knight just nervously stood there, but nevertheless replied “There seems to be a new species of Flowers appearing right by the place where The Star Flower Witch Calytrix lived and died at” now that caught Magnolia’s attention.

“New species?.. Take me to it now.” “Yes ma’am!”

Magnolia and her guards traveled around where Calytrix used to live, with Magnolia’s permission from her husband who could care less right now, she can visit the flower and name them, Magnolia could feel something heavy in her heart, after all, this used to be her dearly beloved’s home, and.. Where she died as they ventured on, finally they could see the field, and they were right, a new species of flowers bloomed, but..The Flower looked, unique, surely it definitely looks pretty, but it looked like a star, that reminds the Queen something.

‘Calytrix.’

Magnolia knelt down to one of the flowers, it seems like the available colors of the flowers were, Lavender or Violet, Pink, White, and Yellow, she chuckles to herself as she remembered what Calytrix had told her when they were in their teens

“You know, if I die I wonder if I’ll become the prettiest flower there is...ah well I bet I will be!” Calytrix giggles

“Now why would you think of something like that?” Magnolia asked, concerned.

“Eh..I don’t know, I just..Think, hey I bet I’ll be like a star shaped flower if I die!” Calytrix smiled brightly

“Stop talking about dying...” Magnolia covers her ears.

“Your Majesty, what would you like to call this new Flower?” a guard asked curiously.

Magnolia got up and closed her eyes as the wind blew gently around her, she then looked at the guards and said.

“Calytrix, This Flower’s name is officially Calytrix.”

END

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Author’s note:

Hey! Yeah— told y’all the ending’s rushed, unless you guys think it’s not? Ah well, thank you for reading though! I do apologize for the tragic ending, like I said on the previous post, the story is tragic, this was a school project I’ve done months ago, writing a short story with the genres I’ve blindly picked, and I’ve picked fairytale, Romance, and finally a version of drama that I couldn’t remember, apologies, though this was fun to write as I remember! So please if you have any criticisms with my writing or the story please do tell! Also please be respectful about it too, thank you! I hope you all enjoyed this story, until then, I’ll post again next time :]

[rjdent]

The Day Glaxo Visited the Queen, a new short story by R J Dent, is available to read here:

[kaiserouo]

"Huh."

[unboundprompts]

Hi!!! Can you do princess x knight prompts please?

-> other princess x knight prompts

Princess x Knight Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"You're always working so hard," the princess told the knight, lower lip sticking out playfully. He offered her a brief glance, but still stood at attention. "I'm working to protect you," he answered, voice low so he wouldn't get into any trouble for talking when he wasn't meant to be. She grabbed ahold of his hand, his armor clanging at the motion. "Come and protect me from upstairs."

"I don't want you to go," the princess pleaded. "If you don't return..." The knight was quick to interrupt her. He couldn't bear to think about what would become of her if he did not come back. "I will always return to you, my love."

"Let's run away." The princess's breath hitched. "Let's run away from this dreaded place and make a life for ourselves that is entirely our own. No kings, no duties, no forbidden kisses, no sneaking around after dark. Just us."

There was a tap at the princess's window. Soft, yet still hard with intent. She pulled herself from the bed and gently opened the window, unlatching the little lock that kept it closed. Her knight was perched below the windowsill, having used the strong vines to scale the palace wall. "Hello, Princess."

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1000th Post - My Prince

Your kingdom had been at battle for ten years now, starting when you were but a child, you didn't know why or how it started, but the war with the neighbouring kingdom had been long and bloody. The enemy had cut swathes of land apart until they were finally at your door.

A general entered the throne room, where you stood as the last member of the royal family left in the kingdom. Your mother had fled to her home nation, your father cut down in battle, sisters had gone with marriages elsewhere or with your mother.

You, the crown prince, remained. You held your head high as you were surrounded by the filthy animals that had taken your land.

These wolf warriors, as they were known in their own kingdom, with their foul Lupine Lord were not justified in what they did, in battling your people over false claims.

You snarled and snapped when they came too close, but otherwise didn't move. You were their captive already, they had no right to touch you.

Then, their King entered. They all fell onto one knee as he swept into the room.

His dark eyes drank you in, and he approached you without fear, markings along his face indicative of his fur markings when he transformed. It was an unsightly thought, that a man could shift his skin into that of an animal's.

He showed no fear as he drew close to you, taking hold of your face in one of his large, calloused hands. You thrashed and tried to hit him, but he took hold of your hand when you tried to strike him.

"You will be my bride, and we will end this war now. No more blood need be shed because your people are pelt hunters." He commanded. You felt your blood drain from your face. Forced marriage? Yes, it would save your people, but you didn't want to be his bed warmer...

He growled lowly, and you felt yourself whine in response, his hand tightening around your throat.

"We will be married now, in the way of my people, meaning you'll be bound to me. We will have a public ceremony later." He instructed, and the warriors and generals around you whistled and hooted in their lewd, filthy joy as their king pushed you towards the throne, your father's throne, the throne that would have been yours.

They'd all watch as he took your virginity right there. You kicked as he tugged at your trousers, exposing your cunt to the cool air of the room.

The watchers howled with excitement. The king grinned wolfishly, not having known you were able to bear his children. He wouldn't even need to make the effort to prep you. You thrashed in his grip as he gripped your hair and bent you over the arm of the throne, your hands gripping at the other arm to prevent your face being smashed against the wood as he began to rub at your cocklet, the sensation of pleasure making you gasp and arch up instinctively, not expecting such a feeling to be caused by someone else. It felt different to when you rubbed yourself in the darkest hours of the night.

He then brushed something large and hot against your thigh, smearing wetness against you as you began to fight again.

Then, his thick, hot cockhead pressed into your untouched cunt, sheathing every last inch into you without waiting for your body to adjust to the invasion. You cried out as the tip kissed something deep inside of you, and as the king began to move inside of you, leaning down to huff against your throat.

"You're so fucking tight, my prince. You're going to bear me a whole litter of pups, and you're going to love it. I can tell already, your cunt is so desperate that you're dripping with need already." He taunted, before humping into you roughly, the soldiers jeering, some of them rubbing their cocks as they watched you.

The sounds being forced out of your slutty body embarrassed you, because you sounded so desperate for the way the king was using you. He was pressing against everything inside of you, and your traitorous body was loving it. You could feel something building inside of you as he continued drilling you.

Something began to swell at the base of his cock when it pressed into your cunt. Your eyes went wide as you realised the rumours that their cocks were wolfish... were entirely true. And you were going to hang off of his knot like a common bitch.

You began to fight again, trying to break free, which just made him moan and growl against you, and his cock throb and feel bigger as he pounded you harder.

"That's it, fight back, makes you go so tight on my cock." He taunted, before something inside of you gave way, and your whole body tightened up as you came on his thick, invading cock, which in turn caused his knot to be pressed deep inside of you and swell up, locking his cock inside of you, the tip pressed against something deep within - your cervix - as he began to pump you full of his thick, hot cum, spurt after spurt of his potent seed ensuring that you'd bear his heirs.

The kingdom was taken.

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WIP - NOW AVAILABLE - 18th Century English Parliamentary Items

We have tried to create some items from the 18th-century House of Commons since political fever has recently hit various countries. Since we like creating historical CC we decided to make some items from the old English House of Commons.

We have had to adapt it to fit the rules and boundaries of the game but it all works well.

This mini set is great for historical storytelling and allows you to build a House of Commons themed debating room.

This set includes:

1 Speaker's Chair/Throne

2 Parliamentary Benches

1 Functional Debating Station (Needs Discover University Pack to work)

1 Very Large Fireplace

2 Friezes

2 Tall Wall Panels

1 Small panel

2 Window Panels

1 Railing

1 Banister

1 Banister/Railing Post

1 Triangular Panel For Stairs

1 Wall Column

1 Column With Candlestick Holder

2 Fake Balconies

1 Over Door Head Panel

1 Door

Part 2 may follow in future

We Hope You Enjoy

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Missing Bridgerton?

{the buccaneers has a great lesbian couple!}

assuming you have rewatched bridgerton & queen charlotte many times and need a show to fill the gap i highly suggest the buccaneers it is my favorite and a must see!

i just started harlots and i’m already hooked plus Hannah Dodd & Nicola Coughlan are in it! i watched reign forever ago and loved it. haven’t watched sanditon yet but there is a mlm couple.

a few not pictured recs i haven’t seen yet: my lady jane, the great, the empress, belgravia, the white princess, blood sex and royalty

[wewantmods]

👑 26+ Sims 4 Royal Furniture CC: Beds, Sofas, & More

As promised earlier this week, we released our Sims 4 Royal Furniture CC post to compliment our Royal Clothing and Accessories post.

This post focuses on all the amazing furniture pieces you will need to fill up your amazing palances or castles.

🤴🏻 Find the royal furniture collection here. 🏰

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[green-eyedfirework]

“No.”

“Bruce—”

“Absolutely not.  Do you have any idea what you’re proposing?”

“It’s not a proposal,” Dick said with a calm he didn’t feel.  He’d already numbed himself to the idea.  “I am not asking you, Bruce.  I’m telling you.”

“I am not letting my son walk straight into the hands of someone who wants him dead,” Bruce snapped, eyes flashing, as he shoved upright from the council table.

“And I,” Dick replied levelly, meeting Bruce’s gaze, “am not letting someone else suffer for a war I caused.”

Bruce shook his head, deflating slightly as his expression pinched.  “You didn’t cause it, Dick,” he said quietly.  “It was a set-up.  You know this.  King Slade knows this.”

Dick’s mouth firmed to a thin line.  It didn’t matter if Slade knew now that his son had been captured by extremists and tortured until he was a weapon aimed at Gotham.  It was still Dick’s sword that had ended his life.  “I killed him,” Dick said softly.  “I killed Prince Grant and Slade will never forget that.”  Never forgive that, never mind the grudging treaty created when Hive’s treachery had come to light.  “I will not let someone else take my place as a target of his rage.”

No one trusted the treaty.  Not in Gotham, not in Defiance.  The hostage exchange was the only thing grounding the flimsy sheet of paper—one noble from Defiance, one noble from Gotham, each with a permanent stay in the other kingdom’s court.

“Dick,” Bruce said slowly, “you’re the Crown Prince.”

“I’ve been removed from the succession,” Dick said, half-shrugging.  “Your advisors won’t let you reinstate me.”  Hot-headed, impetuous, reckless—whatever Bruce believed, Dick had started a war by killing a prince, and several nobles in Gotham had never wanted the son of aerialists to ascend to the throne.

“Dick—”

“You can’t stop me,” Dick crossed his arms.  This was his mess, and he was going to clean it up, whether Bruce liked it or not.

Bruce slumped back into his chair, and buried his head in his hands.  “Dick,” he said quietly, “please.”

“I’m sorry, Bruce,” Dick said, equally quiet.  “But I can’t watch someone else take my place.”

Bruce let out a slow, shuddering breath.  Finally, he spoke, “You won’t go as a prince.”

“What?”

“You won’t go as a prince.  Under your real name.  King Slade has never seen you—” That was true, once Bruce had realized why an army was at their border, Dick had been carefully guarded.  “He won’t know who you are.  We can make up a minor noble family for you.  A lordship on the other side of Gotham.”

“But—”

“Dick,” Bruce looked him in the eyes, his face grave and pale.  “He despises you.  And I will not send my son to his death, do you understand?”

Dick nodded mutely, the words ringing in his head.

He despises you.

And Slade had every right to.

~#~

It was safe to say that Slade wasn’t in a good mood.  Hadn’t been in a good mood since he’d received word that his firstborn was dead, and his initial fury had receded to an ever-simmering flame of rage, a perpetual bad temper that sent everyone fleeing.

If he’d had his way, he would’ve razed Gotham to the ground and stuck every member of its royal family on a pike before he stopped.  Unfortunately, King Bruce had managed to find evidence that the terrorist group Hive had been involved, muddying the facts to claim that Prince Richard had merely been acting in self-defense, and it had been enough to sour Slade’s kingdom on a costly war.

So now he was supposed to play nice with the kingdom his son had died in, signing a treaty that wasn’t worth the paper and ink, biding his time until he could have his revenge.  Gotham was sticking to its best behavior for the time being and Prince Richard had vanished after he’d been removed from the line of succession, leaving Slade uselessly seething.

He glared at Wintergreen as he approached the throne.  “Is that it?” he asked, gesturing to the near-empty throne room.  “No petitioners to hear today?”  Very few dared to show up, all of them showing a healthy fear of his temper.

“The Lord of Owlcourt has arrived,” Wintergreen said.  Right.  Their noble hostage.  Slade had sent Drakon to Gotham days ago with careful instructions to watch and listen but do nothing unprovoked.  He doubted that Gotham would give him an easy excuse to go to war, the kingdom wasn’t as cutthroat as its neighbors.

With the exception of its reckless prince.

“And I have to be here for that?”  He didn’t want to greet whatever sacrificial lamb Gotham had sent, he didn’t even want to acknowledge that they existed.  As minor a lord as they could find, most likely, or maybe even a merchant willing to play at being a lord for a generous payout to his family.  According to Wintergreen, Owlcourt had been a royal territory until very recently, which meant that Gotham had magicked this lordship out of thin air.

Wintergreen gave him a sharp look, but didn’t start the long lecture Slade was half-expecting.  Everyone was treating him like he was a piece of fucking glass, and Slade dearly wanted a fight.  Wanted to draw his sword and hack away until everyone that would hurt him, hurt his children, were dead.

In his imaginings, the bodies all had dark hair and golden crowns.

“The Lord of Owlcourt,” the guards announced as they opened the doors, and Slade got his first look at the noble.

Young, younger than Slade had been expecting, dark-haired and light-eyed, expression steady as he flicked his gaze around the room, not shivering or scared.  Slade flicked a glance at Wintergreen to make sure he wasn’t overthinking things.  His steward had his mouth pressed into a thin line, eyes narrowed.

Slade wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be a taunt or a deliberate provocation, but if they wanted him to lose his composure, they’d have to try harder than sending a lookalike of their prince.

“Your Majesty,” the lordling dipped into a low bow.  Lower than a lord to a foreign king usually bowed.  The idea that they’d foisted a lordship on some random commoner was looking more and more likely.  “My name is Dick Grayson, and I’m—”

“The Lord of Owlcourt, yes, we did receive the message,” Slade said, cutting him off.  He made no attempt to hide his glower as Grayson straightened.  “Neither of us need to pretend this is anything but what it is.”  His noble hostage could rot in a tower for all Slade cared.  “You will obey our rules.  You will not leave the castle without permission.  You want anything, you will ask Wintergreen and he’ll see if it’s necessary.”  His steward inclined his head as Grayson darted a glance at him.  “If you’re on anything less than your best behavior,” Slade paused, scanning the young lordling’s face.  Wariness aplenty, but no outright fear.  “There will be consequences.”

“Understood, Your Majesty,” Grayson dropped into another bow.  Someone should teach him some etiquette before the whole court figured out he wasn’t a noble.  “Thank you for your hospit—”

Slade got up from the throne and walked out before he could finish.  The pleasantries had been met, and he had no intention of getting closer to a Gotham lord.  Especially not one who looked so similar to the man that killed his son.

This time, when Slade dreamed of destroying his enemies and venting his grief, the corpses looked like the young Lord of Owlcourt.

~#~

Dick had half been expecting them to throw him in the dungeons and was pleasantly surprised when he was led to a room.  Nowhere near as large as his quarters in Gotham, and the simplicity was clearly intended as a slight, but the room had a writing desk and a window, and didn’t seem overly cold.

“Your trunk will be brought up after it’s searched,” the steward said—Wintergreen, Dick remembered, cold eyes watching him with eerie intensity.  “Anything we deem too dangerous to let you have will be destroyed.”

Dick took a breath and nodded.  He hadn’t brought anything valuable with him, had correctly assumed that Defiance wouldn’t treat his possessions with any sort of courtesy.

“It should go without saying, but your best option is to keep your head down,” Wintergreen said sharply.  “Do not test the King’s temper.  War has been narrowly avoided, I suggest you try not to court it again.”

Don’t flinch, Dick chanted mentally in his head.  Wintergreen didn’t know who he was talking to.  Didn’t know how accurate his words really were.

“If there is something you require, you come to me.  You will not be assigned a chaperone or a guard, and you will be stopped if trying to enter a restricted area.  Meals will be served in the Great Hall, the library is open if you wish to read, and the training areas are usually empty in early morning.  You will not be allowed sharpened weapons.”

That was more freedom than Dick had expected.  There weren’t bars on the windows and the door appeared to lock from the inside.

“Do you have any questions?” Wintergreen asked, tone perfunctory.  Dick shook his head, throat still dry from his interaction with the King.

“Very well,” Wintergreen inclined his head.  “Lord Grayson.”  He swept from the room before Dick could breathe through the sting of the title.  No longer a prince.  Never a prince again.

He’d half been prepared for his disguise to fall apart the moment he’d reached the castle’s gates.  The steward’s eyes had narrowed dangerously when he’d seen him, and Dick had seen the way King Slade’s expression had flickered with surprise before cooling.  They might not have seen him before, but clearly they’d heard of his appearance.

He’d thought about dying his hair, but he couldn’t bank on getting the materials to keep it up in Defiance.  His only shield was a name lost to time and the prayer that they wouldn’t put it together.

Dick sank down into the chair and exhaled slowly.

It had worked.

~#~

Unfortunately, the Lord of Owlcourt was a model guest.  He’d made no demur over his sword and dagger being seized, no protest at being forced to file a formal request for every additional piece of furniture for his rooms, no complaint at being ordered to attend every meal in the Great Hall.

The last had been Wintergreen’s idea.  If it was up to Slade, he would’ve locked Grayson in a cell and thrown away the key, but Wintergreen had pointed out that Slade had sworn to treat the hostage with courtesy.

So Grayson had a decent set of rooms in the guest wing, had meals with everyone else, was allowed to roam the castle without fear of retaliation.  It helped that he was an unrecognizable face—Slade didn’t doubt that Grayson had fought in the war, his hands bore sword calluses, but no one in Slade’s court had any personal animosity with the young lordling.

It also helped that the Lord of Owlcourt was charming.

~#~ ~#~

Slade turned back when he reached the door, and had to fight his twitching lips.  Dick had spread out on the bed, curling up in the warmth Slade had left behind, and had pulled the blankets over his head to block out the sun.

Not a morning bird, then, but a cat.  Slade shook his head as he left his room, and refused to call the emotion fondness.  He wasn’t getting fond of the Lord of Owlcourt.

And what if you are? a tiny voice asked in his head.

…And what if he was.  Dick was from Gotham, true, but he would be staying permanently in Slade’s court.  No one had heard of Owlcourt in Defiance, so it wouldn’t ruffle any feathers amongst his court.  And—and Slade couldn’t spend the rest of his life wrapped up in misery.

Dick was amusing, and a challenge.  Smart and fierce and bold.  Good at politics too.  He was everything Slade looked for in a partner, and Slade had to admit that what was supposed to be a temporary relief had turned into a more permanent arrangement.

He recalled the way blue eyes sparkled as Slade pinned Dick to the bed, dark hair ruffled by the pillows—as much as Slade detested the underhandedness of the Waynes, Slade wouldn’t have gotten this if they hadn’t tried to provoke him.

For a moment, Slade tried to imagine what it would’ve been like if they’d actually sent over Prince Richard.  If Slade, or someone else, didn’t kill him, Richard would’ve probably spent the entire time locked up in his rooms, perhaps plotting how to murder the rest of them in their sleep.  There was certainly no way they would’ve ended up sleeping together.

The very thought was ridiculous.  As if Prince Richard would’ve ever—

“I volunteered.”

“My cousin.  She’s a tutor for the youngest prince.”

“I learned swordsmanship from the very best, Your Majesty.”

Slade came to a stop in the middle of the corridor.

No.

That was—impossible.

No one would ever—

Dick, on his knees, almost trembling, and the snarl of what did they teach in Gotham, that he thought Slade would ever do such a thing forestalled by his fury for the young lordling, what kind of royal family sent someone to sacrifice everything for their mistakes?

“The King is a good man,” Dick sighed, “And his family are good people.”

“It’s my duty,” Dick said quietly, “For my kingdom.”

My.

My.

But no king would ever send his heir as hostage if there was another choice.  No father would ever send his son to someone who wanted him dead.

Slade was being ridiculous.  Dick was just a noble’s bastard son with a passing resemblance to the Crown Prince of Gotham.

…Dick was a short form of Richard.

~#~

“It’s a pity,” Slade said softly, “That we don’t have Prince Richard to explain away this one too.”

The courtiers laughed.  Dick didn’t.

Slade was staring directly at him.

~#~ ~#~

Dick laced his fingers around the cup, and took another sip.  It was refreshing.  It was water.  It was something to do that wasn’t looking up at Slade, because he didn’t think he could handle looking up at Slade right now.

He’d been ready, when he approached the castle, for his paper-thin disguise to fall apart.  For Slade to kill him where he stood, and know that at least in death he kept his kingdom safe.  He—he had not been prepared to watch Slade’s face twist into hate after softening, after he knew what Slade looked like grinning sharp and victorious, or solemn, or sleepily content with the early morning sun splayed over his face.  It…hurt.

Dick took another small sip of water.  The cup was already three-quarters empty.  He wasn’t sure how much longer he could drag this out.

The door opened again, and Dick’s fingers tightened on the cup.  The boots in front of him jerked, and turned to face the newcomer, but Dick didn’t look up.  It wouldn’t make a difference.

“Wintergreen,” Slade said flatly, sounding both confused and displeased at once.

“Slade,” the steward answered in the same flat tone, “And here I was half-expecting he’d already be dead.”

Dick raised his head, bewildered.  The way Wintergreen had said that—

“You knew?”  Oh, Slade sounded furious now.  “Since when?”

Wintergreen didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by his king’s agitation, instead studying Dick as Slade growled.  “A week or so after his arrival.  Before you, I wager.”  Dick’s stomach twisted—how long had Slade known?  Dick hadn’t noticed any sudden difference in him, anything to suggest that he knew Dick was the person that had killed his son.

Before sleeping with him?

After?

“How?” Slade demanded.

“I already told you of my findings regarding Owlcourt,” Wintergreen said mildly, “But if he was some merchant’s son or a farmer, no amount of drilling in manners would’ve been able to replicate being raised a noble.  So that must mean he’s a noble.  But then why hide his real title, why give him some random royal territory?”  Wintergreen shrugged lightly, “If he looks so much like the prince, then perhaps he is the prince.”

“And you didn’t tell me,” Slade bit back.  Dick took another quiet sip of water.

“No, Slade, I didn’t tell you, because you would’ve killed him,” Wintergreen snapped back, “And started another war, hostage or not, by murdering Gotham’s Crown Prince.”

“I’m not,” rang out into sudden silence.  Dick winced, but—but he couldn’t stay silent forever.  “I’m not the Crown Prince,” he said quietly.

Slade and Wintergreen were both staring at him now.  Dick fought the urge to hide.

“We just went over this,” Slade began, but Dick cut him off.

“No, not—I was the Crown Prince.  I’m not anymore.”

Slade narrowed his eyes, but it was Wintergreen who spoke.  “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“The council,” Dick explained, “One of their conditions was that my adoption be revoked.”  Bruce had been furious, but his court had agreed that it was an elegant solution—if a prince had not slaughtered a prince, the consequence would never have been war—and by that time, Dick had already made up his mind to go so it had been a moot point.  “So I’m not.  A prince or a Wayne.  I—Owlcourt is a royal territory, yes, but I have a claim to it, through my great-grandfather.  My name was Grayson, before Bruce adopted me.  It—wasn’t a lie.”

Slade and Wintergreen were staring at him, silent.  Dick swallowed, and bowed his head.

“But it’s a deliberate omission,” Dick said quietly, “I understand why you’re angry.”  Still two sips of water left in the cup, but Dick put it down, before shifting forward to fold onto his knees.  “Killing me won’t start a war,” Dick almost whispered, and squeezed his eyes shut.

Another stretching silence, before boots came closer.  “Out of curiosity,” Slade said, his voice level, “How long did you think you’d get away with it?”

Dick—didn’t know.  There had always been an end date in sight.  All he could do was push it another day away.  “Hopefully long enough that tensions would’ve died down,” Dick said quietly, because he was still a hostage, and if Slade killed him without provocation, the treaty would be in turmoil.  Too soon after the war, and angry, grieving people might seize the opportunity to attack again.

Slade made an irritated sound.  “I’m not going to kill you,” he snapped, one boot nudging his knee, “Get up.”

Dick processed the order before he processed the statement, so he stuttered halfway up, nearly falling back down before he recovered and straightened fully.  Slade wasn’t looking at him, but his face was set in a glower.  Wintergreen looked…mildly amused.  Or satisfied.

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[starcyri]

Continuation of

THE WITCH AND THE PRINCESS

BY: STARCYRI

(Part 2)

That day Magnolia and Calytrix became really good friends, they chatted until it was sunset and that they had to go to their separate ways, but they also made a promise, to go back to the very same spot they met everyday just to play and talk to each other, they waved each other goodbye and left, Calytrix felt so happy, she finally made a friend...though once she came back home she ended up getting scolded and punished, but either way still a good day for her.

Soon days past..then Months...then a full year had past, at 9 years old, both Calytrix and Magnolia kept their promise to return to the very same spot they had met, as their meetings continue, both the King and Queen had noticed their daughter going missing in some days, they were concerned and ordered for her to stop going out for awhile, which made Magnolia upset.

“But..Mother! Father!-”

“No buts Magnolia, you have missed far too many of your lessons, it is time that you learn as you are the successor of the throne.” The King, Magnolia’s father said, standing firmly, The Queen could only look at Magnolia in disappointment as Magnolia looked angry at the both of them.

“But at least let me see my friend one more time! We made a promise to see eachother every day in the same spot we have met! She’ll be waiting for me there forever if I do not show up!” Magnolia pleaded to both her parents, which made both the King and Queen surprised.

“A friend you say?” The Queen asked her daughter, her brows raised.

“Yes! A friend! A friend who is dear to me, a friend who finally understands me and a friend who I understand too! I met her in the forest, she was crying, and- and..I asked her what’s wrong and- and we just became true friends!” Magnolia explains, Both the King and Queen looked at eachother, their expressions being unable to read.

“Who is this friend of yours that you have been talking positively about?” The King asked Magnolia, which made Magnolia nervous, Magnolia swallowed and said

“Calytrix, the Witch people have been talking about! Mother- Father- please don’t get mad at her or punish her! Calytri-” before Magnolia could even finish her words, both The King and Queen started laughing, which made Magnolia confused this time.

“Huh..?”

“Oh dear! You mean Zinnia’s niece? Oh! If we had known you were both friends we could have done a playdate schedule for the both of you! Hahaha!” The Queen let out a small giggle.

“Oh Thank goodness you two have become good friends! Me and your Mother were just about to introduce you to Zinnia and Calytrix in a week my dear!” The King let out a loud laugh, Magnolia was still confused.

“...I’m..Confused?”

“Ah, have we not told you before? Zinnia is both your father’s dearest friend! She was a classmate of ours in the elite school we attended, you know? The one that was far away from here? The reason why she lives here with her niece is because we invited her!” The Queen explains to Magnolia, which Magnolia has a good chunk of understanding of the situation, Magnolia knew her parents were interesting people, yet she didn’t expect this, for a kingdom that doesn’t like witches, she didn’t think her parents would have a witch friend.

“But.. if you two are good friends with a witch then how come our kingdom still hates witches..?” Magnolia asked.

“Well you know how our history goes with them, we already tried persuading our people to see the good in witches, after all, good witches like Zinnia and Calytrix exist! Why hate them all? But sadly they don’t seem to believe- or well, wanted to believe there are good witches, only bad witches exists” The King answered.

“Well we used to hate witches too, Zinnia has changed our perspective, she’s a kind hearted witch!” The Queen adds.

Now Magnolia understands.

“So..you won’t forbid me anymore from going out?” Magnolia looks at her parents with hope.

“Oh no you're definitely not going out for awhile” that made all Magnolia’s hope shatter. “but we will send a letter to Zinnia about the news of Calytrix and you being friends, then we will schedule a playdate for the both of you” with those words, all of Magnolia’s hope formed again, seeing their daughter look so happy with hearing those words, the King and Queen smiled softly at her.

“Just Promise us you won’t sneak off from your studies anymore”

“I promise!!”

And with that, both the King and Queen wrote a heartfelt letter to their dear witch friend, Zinnia, about their recent talk with Magnolia and how she has already met Calytrix, they both expressed happiness and offered to invite her and Calytrix to the castle to talk and maybe plan a playdate for both Magnolia and Calytrix.

Once Zinnia had received the letter, she was surprised to learn that her troublesome niece had met the princess, but nevertheless, wrote back, once she replied the time and date she was available along with Calytrix, she asked Calytrix, who was playing outside the field, why has she not told her about being friends with the Princess, to which Calytrix replied.

“She was a Princess?” Calytrix tilted her head in confusion, she didn’t seem surprised, it was very clear that she was lying, and Zinnia seems to know why Calytrix wanted to protect Magnolia’s identity...

But either way, Calytrix was given more chores than she usually does that day as punishment for lying.

Once the day came to meet the King and Queen, Calytrix got ready as her aunt fixes her up, Calytrix felt nervous, after all she was finally meeting the King and Queen, yeah sure they seem good people as she read the letter with Aunt Zinnia but she can’t be too sure, what if they’ll hate her and won’t allow her to meet Magnolia again if she made a mistake in front of them? Many thoughts had gone through Calytrix’s head.

“Are you ready to go?” her aunt asked, interrupting her thoughts. It seems like her aunt was done fixing her up, but Calytrix could just nod in nervousness, Zinnia sighed.

“It’s gonna be okay Caly, The King and Queen are one of the nicest people I have known, besides I just told you that I’ve known them for a long time, just trust me Calytrix” Zinnia smiled softly at her niece, which made Calytrix feel at ease a bit, and Calytrix smiled back, they both went to the castle, but not without the people in the kingdom staring at them with confusion and hatred, Zinnia doesn’t mind but Calytrix tried not to notice the stares as they went inside the castle.

Inside the castle it was full of floral decorations and shimmering light, and once they went to the throne room, they could see The King, The Queen, and Princess Magnolia, sitting on the thrones, Zinnia kneeled down while Calytrix does the same, she was just following what her aunt does as she doesn’t quite understand royals much.

“Zinnia, it has been awhile, sit up, there is no need to bow like that, we are friends after all” The King starts off, Zinnia softly smiled and stood up, Calytrix scrambled to stand up.

“But I must, after all, I do respect you both, being my friends since our school days, and offering me and my niece to stay here, you both have grown to be the quite good rulers you know” Zinnia said, as suddenly a glow came from her hands, as the glow formed, she have seemed to make a Zinnia Flower “A gift, for the three of you” Zinnia kneeled again and presented the flower to them, which, Calytrix once again followed, The King and Queen looked at each other and smiled, while Magnolia giggles at the sight of her friend kneeling down, after all this is practically the first time she sees Calytrix kneeling down.

“Thank you for the Kind gift, Zinnia” The Queen said, clapping her hands, and thus they talked and talked, scheduling for the playdate and even laughing along, both Magnolia and Calytrix were quiet while the grown ups talked until The Queen suggested for them to play outside, to which made both Calytrix and Magnolia happy, They went out and played.

‘Why is the Princess hanging out with some...Low life witch..?’ a boy in the garden thought, the boy had a blonde frizzy hair, a gardener’s dirty clothes, and eyes colored as envy, He looked like a Yellow Hyacinth, he stared at the princess and the witch, he looked at the princess with pity, while he then looked at the witch with disgust.

“Oi! Hyacinth, get back to work won’t ya?! Quit staring at the Princess and the witch” a man yelled at the boy, who was named Hyacinth, “yes father” Hyacinth quickly says as he went back to work with gardening, but it seems like he can’t take his mind off the scene he just saw, just who does the witch think she is?

—————

Author’s note:

Part 2 of this story! Honestly there’s not much to say other than the sudden character introductions, so yeah.

Bonus Art for Calytrix though!

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↬ Warwick Wives (1/7) | royal wives during the reigns of Louis I & Louis II, 1782 - 1817

W I L H E L M I N A was fifty-six at the time of her husband's enthronement, making her one of Sunderland's oldest queen consorts. Despite this, she was famed for her beauty and sharp wit. She had protruding, restless eyes, with a pleasant demeanour. Her representation was a source of stability during the monarchy's early days.

C H A R L O T T E was less shrewd than her mother-in-law. Undereducated and neglected, she came from an obscure German duchy on the brink of extinction. Charlotte’s desire for an informal and relaxed domestic life greatly influenced the upbringing of royal children throughout the late eighteenth and early nineteenth centuries. She remains the most prolific of Sunderland's queens, giving birth to fifteen children—seven boys and eight girls—over twenty-one years.

A M E L I A is the earliest example of a Sunderlandian consort causing a media sensation. Emily, as she was affectionately called, was beloved by the country and her husband, Louis, then Duke of Woodbine. Her marriage stemmed from Sunderland's new alliance with the United Kingdom. This alliance ultimately outlasted the marriage, for Emily would die at age twenty-seven. Her death complicated Sunderland's succession; she and Louis had one son, five-year-old Prince Frederick, who was also of weak health.

M A R I A - C A R O L I N A was the antithesis of Emily—even their hair colours highlighted this. Where Emily was pleasant and free-spirited, Maria Carolina was moody and introverted; Emily was the daughter of a King, a product of the world's largest imperial empire, Maria Carolina was the daughter of a low-ranking prince from Sweden's waining Holstein-Gottorp dynasty. Where Emily was adored by her husband, Maria Carolina hated. The two cousins had never wanted to marry and Louis, still grieving his first wife, waited two years before consummating the union. Over time, Louis grew hostile toward his wife. Running hot and cold, he alternated between ignoring Maria Carolina and tormenting her mercilessly, sometimes driving her to tears.

"If I were to suffer such maltreatment would have hung myself from the balcony at Chester long ago" - Princess Wilhemina, writing on her sister-in-law's troubles

To escape her husband's bullying, Maria Carolina undertook a wide variety of public duties. Today, several institutions and charities bear the name Queen Mary Caroline. Despite her husband's apathy and her own shyness, Maria Carolina formed a loyal circle of close friends at court. It was only after Maria Carolina died in 1841, that Louis III expressed remorse for her mistreatment. He outlived her for another ten years.

King Louis III and Queen Mary Caroline had no surviving children together. When Louis's only son, Hereditary Prince Frederick, died without issue Sunderland was left without a clear successor, promoting the 1835 Succession Crisis. This crisis would last for twenty-five years and put an immense amount of pressure on the next generation of royal wives.

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[covingtons]

brighton's queens (and almost queens)

1. Queen Claricia - wife of King James "The Great" 2. Queen Helena - wife of King Phillip 3. Queen Caterina - wife of King Evrard 4. Queen Elera - wife of King Marcel 5. Queen Maria - wife of King Charles I 6. Queen Rosamund - wife of King George 7. Queen Ingrid - wife of King Edward I 8. Queen Anne - wife of King Robert 9. Queen Margaret - wife of King Charles II 10. Queen Regent Phillippa - wife of Crown Prince Edric † 11. Queen Mary - wife of King Edward II 12. Queen Elizabeth - wife of King Richard 13. Queen Adeline - wife of King Alexander 14. Queen Isabella - wife of King Edward III 15. Queen Madeline - wife of King Arthur 16. Queen Lorena - wife of King Charles III 17. Queen Genevieve - wife of King James II 18. Queen Felicity ♕ 19. Cecilia, Dowager Princess of Ashmere - wife of Crown Prince Felix † 20. Queen Consort Liliana - wife of King Harrison

† indicates royal consorts whose husbands died before they could succeed to the throne ♕ indicates queen regnant

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Royal Consorts of Windenburg

Lady Anne Wiltshire, Queen Consort - Wife of King James IV

Princess Adelaide of Schwerin, Queen Consort - Wife of King Charles I

Lady Matilda Carlton, Queen Consort - Wife of King Charles II

Princess Ophelia of Lausanne, Queen Consort - Wife of King James V

Princess Carolina of Mannheim, Queen Consort - Wife of King James VI

Princess Augusta of Augsburg, Queen Consort - Wife of King Charles III

Edward Woodville, 2nd Duke of Wilmington, Prince Consort - Husband of Queen Matilda II

Princess Wilhelmine of Platz, Queen Consort - Wife of King Joseph III

Princess Sophie of Dresden, Queen Consort - Wife of King Joseph IV

Princess Leilani of Sulani, Princess of the Isle - Late Wife of King Edmund VIII

Princess Odette of Brichester, Queen of the Isle - Wife of King Edmund IX

Princess Josephina of Corrilea (@theroyalsofcorrilea), Queen Consort - King George I

Charles Statford, 7th Earl of Statford, Prince Consort - Husband of Queen Mary II

Sir Philip Statford, Prince Consort - Husband of Queen Alexandra II

Princess Marina of Brindleton, Queen Consort - Wife of King Albert II

Princess Margaret of Antwerp, Queen Consort - Wife of King George III

Lady Cecelia Warren, Queen Consort - Wife of King William II

Princess Caroline of Brindleton - Wife of King George IV

Lord Oliver Montgomery (@thestenhams), Prince Consort - Husband of Queen Mary III

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[creature-once-removed]

every time I re read GtN I am caught off guard by how serious it is

Like, Gideon spends the first few pages checking everywhere for possibilities for Harrow's skeletons to ambush her. And then she nonchalantly tells Aiglamene that Harrow would do literally anything to hurt her.

You don't really notice it the first time around because of the lighthearted way it's written, but when you know the context for all of it, it becomes uncomfortably clear how intense and dangerous the situation is that Gideon tries so thoroughly to avoid here.

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