#the princess decrees

[himedere-bunny-bitch]

Fake monster fuckers are so weak. If it's a monster, I'd fuck them. I could make it work.

[syn0vial]

in legacy of the force, there's a scene where someone ignorant of how mandalorian titles work, refers to boba (who is at this point the mand'alor) as "the president" of mandalore. cue immediate cackling and teasing by mirta, who starts responding to his queries with, "yessir, mr. president!"

based on this incident, i now raise you: someone else, equally ignorant to how mandalorian titles work, referring to mirta as the princess of mandalore.

at this moment, i can only imagine that boba's revenge is swift and merciless.

[mystical-strawberry-sheep]

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[kit-the-gaygent]

There was an episode of MLP where Luna and Celestia had their cutie marks switched and had to do each other's task

Long story short Luna accidentally caused a bad new article to surface, and a group of fillies didn't meet their goal for a field trip fundraise, and Luna felt so bad about it.

And everyone was like, you have other things to do, you can't help them right now. But like Luna is a princess, and one of the royal sisters to be exact. She lives in a castle, she should have access to funds. So why now donate money/bits to the school so the fillies could go on their field trip. It would only take a second to decree.

[girl4music]

So I’ve just checked Link’s (ahem. I mean “Zelda’s” house) in Hateno Village and looked in the well for the “secret study room” … I found Link’s hair tie. I can tell he is much happier now he can tie his hair back again.

She’s put Link in the basement where he doesn’t even have a bed. The nerve. All he has done for her. 😤

Secret study room my ass. They’re co-habitating. Still,… why does Link get the well and she gets the house? Granted he was probably all “It’s fine. I’m fine.” But I’m not dude. I’m not! That’s YOUR house!

[liroyalty]

The three Dracul daughter’s ‘age rank’ is basically determinate by the order in which they were turned, regardless of their actual or physical age, though it just so happens to line up well with their physical ages. They also were all turned while they were standing at death’s door step. These are their backstories:

Lucretia was the first one turned by Suzan, at around 23 years old. She was the daughter of a poor man that lived on the island & was sold off to an rich, but abusive man who needed a 'tropey wife' at 16. She was supposedly being 'scouted' by her future husband as young as 14 however, as she remembers seeing her former husband's face years before their marriage. Her husband’s abuse eventually became to much, after the two of them got into an argument while they were headed home in their carriage, & she was thrown out of their carriage & left, now bruised & bloodied, to die. Suzan found Lucretia moments before she died, in which the dying girl begged the vampire queen to save her, swearing her life & loyalty to her in return.

Xena was the second one turned, on the day just after her 18th birthday. Xena came from a wealthy family on the island. She was the eldest of 5 children & the only girl, she was often the subject of bullying by her brothers, who treated her more as a object then a person. It was the oldest brother, the secondborn of the family & only but a year younger then Xena, whom had stabbed her one day in the chest when he learned that she was going to inherit the family’s wealth & not him; seeing her as nothing else but a obstacle in her path. He disposed of Xena’s body in a river at the back of their manorhouse, in which Suzan found her as she started floating down stream & saved her by turning her in the last possible moment. The experience also turned her hair white.

Fiona was the third one turned, at the young age of 12. Fiona was an ‘oopsy baby’ born to alcoholic father & enabling mother. Her father physically abused both Fiona & her mother regularly. It eventually reached a point where both Fiona & her mother would often have bones broken or open wounds. Eventually, it reached a boiling point, where the father finally snapped, beating his wife to death, before switching his unending rage towards his daughter. In the middle of such, is when Suzan showed up, alerted by the screaming, killing the father & saving Fiona from her wounds by turning her. Fiona doesn’t remember seeing her mother die, as her brain has blocked out the memory, & actually believes Suzan to be her real mother. Neither Suzan or the other two daughters have it in them to tell her the truth, so they allow her to continue to believe the lie.

As you can see, all of the daughter’s backstories involve being hurt & betrayed by men, so their obvious sexisms towards the male gender is a bit understandable, though still not mortally okay.

[alienprincess-femme]

an incomplete list of princesscore pets/animals:

- cats

- deer

- swans

- peacocks

- doves

- horses

- bunnies

feel free to add on

[prxncess-fran]

i have a large kitty wrapped around me and a tiny kitty in my lap in the innerworld and my brain still has the audacity to be mean to me!!

[arakkiisuperstar]

there’s something very Gender about hopping around playing beat saber

[pandor-pandorkful]

I was reading that as Hime XD

funny Mario smonk the weed shirt

Welcome hame

It's the Uncanny Valley, Charlie Brown!

[rosesapphire2323]

imagine attacking Mondstadt though. 'oh you wanna attack mond? don't do that. they have one fanatic nun and another who hides knives in her nun dress. they have a workaholic acting grandmaster, and a witch for librarian who graduated from the akademiya early. they're friends with a wolfpack and a wolf god and there's this kid who literally howls at the moon. they have a princess...? from another world? they have a knight whose friendly interaction is calls for vengeance. there's this kid with the worst luck ever who's actually alive. the most powerful witches throw tea parties there. one of them has a student who can look at you and tell you when and how you'll die. another one of them has an arsonist daughter who makes bombs. for fun. she's shorter than your knee and she'll kill you. one of her big brothers is a witch-made alchemist and the other is khaenri'ahn royalty. whose brother is literally banned from snezhnaya by the decree of the cryo archon herself. oh did I mention the resident dragon.'

[pucksandpower]

Prince of Monaco

Charles Leclerc x Princess of Monaco

Summary: what better way for the honorary Prince of Monaco to celebrate finally winning his home race than with the Princess of Monaco?

Warnings: 18+ content

The roar of the crowd is deafening as Charles brings his Ferrari across the finish line, finally winning his home race after years of heartbreak. His mechanics swarm the barriers, nearly delirious with excitement, but Charles just leans back in his seat, letting the accomplishment sink in.

He’s done it. He’s conquered the streets that have taunted him for so long.

As he’s ushered up to the iconic podium, Charles looks out at the sea of fans cheering his name and spots you, radiant in a summery yellow dress, beaming up at him.

For a moment, time seems to stop as your eyes meet. You give him a little wave and he nearly stumbles on his way to the top step, feeling lightheaded.

When you step forward with the winner’s trophy, Charles’ heart starts pounding. Your fingers brush against his ever so slightly as you hand it over and he swears he can feel an electric current pass between you. The sleek lines of the trophy blur before his eyes as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Félicitations, Charles,” you say warmly, resting a hand on his arm.

Charles blinks rapidly as his cheeks start to burn. Up close, you look like an honest-to-god angel descended to earth. How does one even speak to heavenly beings?

“Th-thanks,” he stammers out, mentally kicking himself for sounding like such an idiot. He needs to get it together. “I mean, merci, Your Serene Highness.”

You laugh, the warm sound instantly putting him at ease. “Please, just call me Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats dumbly. It’s easily the most beautiful combination of letters he’s ever heard.

“You should celebrate your big win tonight,” you say, a playful glint in your eyes. “But maybe don’t get too carried away with the champagne.”

Charles frowns in confusion. Is that a royal decree to take it easy on the partying?

“I was hoping you could pick me up tomorrow evening,” you continue blithely. “For our date.”

Our … date? Charles’ eyes go wide as his jaw drops open. Is the most beautiful woman in the world really asking him out right now? In front of millions of people?

“Uh, I … we … huh?” He sputters inelegantly.

You just smile that radiant smile and lean in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “We do now,” you murmur against his skin, sending tingles down his spine. “I’ll see you at eight?”

Before Charles can formulate any kind of response, you give him one last brilliant grin and turn to congratulate Oscar Piastri on second place. He blinks down at the trophy in his hands, wondering if he’s dreaming all of this.

The rest of the podium celebration passes by in a blur. He holds up his trophy and waves to the crowd like he’s supposed to, but his mind is elsewhere, utterly consumed by the feeling of your lips on his skin and the knowledge that he has an actual date with the woman of his dreams.

As soon as the ceremonies conclude, his team is all over him, shouting congratulations and patting his back enthusiastically. Normally he’d be caught up in the revelry, basking in his victory, but now all Charles wants is to get out of there. He needs to chug about a gallon of water and take a very cold shower.

“Party tonight, eh mate?” Carlos calls out with a playful elbow to the ribs. “Got any special plans to celebrate?”

Charles feels the blush creeping back up his cheeks as he thinks about you — your warm laughter, your gentle touch, the promises of a date in your sparkling eyes. His lips tug up in a helpless smile.

“You could say that,” he murmurs, already counting down the hours until he gets to see you again.

The post-race celebrations kick into high gear, with champagne flowing freely and music thumping from every corner. Charles goes through the motions, reveling in his hard-won triumph but unable to fully let loose and enjoy himself. Not when a much bigger prize is waiting for him tomorrow night.

The hours drag by interminably as he waits for an acceptable time to make his excuses and leave the party behind. His friends rib him relentlessly for his uncharacteristic restraint.

“What’s got you so distracted, Calamar?” Pierre teases. “This isn’t like you at all!”

“Yeah, our boy’s got his eyes on something else tonight! Or would it be more accurate to say someone else?” Joris chimes in with an exaggerated wink.

Charles flushes but doesn’t deny it, fighting back a smile. If only they knew ...

It’s nearly 2 am by the time he extricates himself from the club, pleading an early morning commitment. No one believes his excuse for a second, but they let him go with plenty of cheers and well-meaning shoves.

As soon as Charles makes it back to his apartment, he starts feverishly getting ready for tomorrow, picking out the perfect outfit and incessantly checking the time. After tossing and turning fruitlessly for a couple of hours, he finally gives up on sleep, instead spending his morning going for a long run to burn off excess energy.

The day drags on at an excruciatingly slow pace. Every minute feels like an hour as he wills the clocks to move faster. He triple checks the address, runs through conversation starters in his head, and showers for the third time. This date has to go perfectly.

At 7:55 pm, Charles pulls up outside the royal palace, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he tries to control his nerves. He takes one last steadying breath before getting out of the car and smoothing down his shirt.

Like an angel from on high, you suddenly appear in the palace doorway, looking impossibly radiant in a gauzy pink sundress that matches your warm smile perfectly.

“Y/N,” Charles breathes out reverently, drinking in your beauty. Up close, his heart is pounding so loudly he’s sure you must be able to hear it. “You look … wow.”

Your smile grows even brighter as you move towards him. “Well, you clean up pretty nicely yourself.”

There’s a brief, charged silence as you stand face to face, just drinking each other in. Then, seeming to make up your mind about something, you grab his hand and tug him close.

“Come on,” you murmur, eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’ve got the perfect date night planned for us.”

With your hand in his, Charles would follow you straight into the depths of hell itself. He manages an eager nod, unable to tear his eyes away from your face.

Whatever you have planned, he knows it will be perfect. So long as he gets to spend the evening by your side, he couldn’t care less what you do.

You lace your fingers through his, shooting him one last brilliant smile, and lead the way to what is undoubtedly going to be the best night of Charles’s life.

***

Warm rays of morning sunlight filter through the sheer curtains, gently rousing Charles from the most blissful sleep of his life. He blinks slowly, taking in the lavish bedchamber with its soaring ceilings and intricate moldings. Plush rugs cover the marble floors and the bed he’s cocooned in is easily the most luxurious he’s ever experienced, with soft Egyptian cotton sheets caressing his skin.

For a delirious moment, Charles thinks he might still be dreaming. But then his eyes drift to you, sleeping peacefully beside him, and his heart stutters in his chest. It all comes rushing back in a torrent of sense memories — your radiant smile, your tinkling laugh, the feeling of your hand in his as you led him out on the most magical night of his life.

The two of you stroll hand-in-hand through the winding alleyways of Monaco, ducking down tiny side streets to places only locals know. Charles is enchanted as you show him hidden corners of your city that he’s never seen before, sharing fascinating stories and anecdotes all the while.

“This little trattoria has been run by the same family for nearly a century,” you explain as you lead him into a tiny, unassuming restaurant positively dripping with old world charm. The smiling owner greets you like a beloved daughter, embracing you warmly.

Over a seemingly endless parade of rustic Italian delicacies and a hearty red wine, you and Charles talk for hours about everything and nothing - childhoods and ambitions, favorite books and movies, embarrassing stories that have you both crying with laughter.

When the owner sends over a giant slice of homemade tiramisu with a wink, you steal the first bite right off Charles’ fork with a cheeky grin. A bit of mascarpone clings to the corner of your mouth and without thinking, Charles leans in to kiss it away, savoring the sweet taste of you mingled with the rich dessert.

You make a soft noise of surprise against his lips before melting into the kiss, cupping his face tenderly. When you finally part, both a little breathless, there’s a new burning heat in your eyes that makes Charles’ heart skip a beat.

“Shall we go for a walk?” You murmur, already sliding out of the booth. Your hand finds his and you lace your fingers together as you lead him back out into the night ...

Just thinking about last night’s date makes Charles’ heart feel fit to burst. You had taken him on a romantic tour of Monaco unlike anything he’s ever experienced, showing him secret nooks and hidden gems even he didn’t know. He had been so entranced just drinking in the city through your eyes, hanging on your every word.

But those heated looks you started sending his way after that first electrifying kiss had made it clear the real night was only just beginning ...

You stroll along the moon-dappled harbor, pointing out your favorite super-yachts and regaling Charles with scandalous stories of the jetset lives of their owners. He laughs delightedly at your wicked sense of humor, tucking you against his side as you wander the lamp-lit cobblestone streets.

When you lead him up a winding path to an old stone overlook, his breath catches in his throat. Twinkling lights from the city and harbor spread out as far as the eye can see, the tiny pinpricks glittering like a million stars. You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you nuzzle against his back.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” You murmur reverently. “This is my favorite view in all of Monaco.”

Charles turns in your embrace until you’re pressed flush together, hardly daring to breathe. “It is,” he rasps out, getting lost in the depths of your eyes. “But not as beautiful as you.”

You let out a shaky breath, eyes flicking down to his lips for a heated moment, before surging up on your tiptoes to capture his mouth in a searing kiss ...

Unbidden, a low groan slips from Charles’ throat as he remembers those heated kisses on the overlook, one thing inexorably leading to another in a heady rush of lust and longing until you were both feverishly tugging at clothes. He swallows hard, feeling himself start to stir beneath the sheets.

That was just the start of the longest, most incredible night of Charles’ life. Your romantic tour had eventually led you both back to the palace, where you scattered a trail of discarded garments across marble floors and lavish furnishings in your wake, completely consumed by your desire for one another.

You press Charles back against the door of your bedroom as soon as you stagger inside, hands roaming hungrily as you devour his mouth in a bruising kiss. Charles groans deeply, fingers tangling in your hair as he spins you both around to walk you back towards the bed ...

A warm weight suddenly drapes itself across Charles’ torso, jolting him from his reverie with a sharp intake of breath. You’re curled against his side, smiling at him with eyes still heavy-lidded from sleep. His heart kicks up a furious gallop as you scoot closer, trailing a path of featherlight kisses along his chest and shoulder.

“Good morning,” you murmur, voice still scratchy and deliciously rumpled sounding. Charles nearly swallows his tongue at the sound — not to mention the fact that he can now feel every luscious curve of your body pressed against his beneath the sheets.

“Morning,” he croaks out, throat gone instantly dry. How is it possible that you look even more beautiful than he remembers?

You laugh softly at his dazed expression as you work your way up the column of his neck, seemingly intent on covering every last inch of bare skin with those incredibly soft lips. “Sleep well?”

Charles manages a strangled noise of agreement just before you capture his mouth in a slow, smoldering kiss. He groans against your lips, looping an arm around your waist to pull you more fully on top of him. Every nerve-ending feels like it’s engulfed in flames.

When you finally break apart, you brace yourself up on your elbows, gazing down at him with bright, sparkling eyes. “Last night was incredible,” you say candidly, tracing the line of his cheekbone with a fingertip. “Thank you for such an amazing first date.”

A low rumble of laughter escapes Charles as he grins up at you, dizzy with happiness. “I should be thanking you. Last night was … just, wow.” He reaches up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear, marveling at how impossibly soft your skin is. “Have I mentioned yet how breathtakingly gorgeous you are?”

Your cheeks flush prettily even as you let out an adorably bashful little giggle that has Charles bewitched. “Charles Leclerc, you beautiful charmer,” you tease, dropping your head to nuzzle against the crook of his neck. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Mmm, I have a few ideas ...” Charles murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. He trails his fingertips up the delicate lines of your spine, reveling in the way it makes you shiver against him.

You lift your head again, pinning him with a look of pure want that steals the breath from Charles’ lungs. “Is that so?” You purr, rolling your hips ever so slightly against his in a way that has him biting back a groan.

“Oui,” he husks out, slipping a hand into your tousled hair to draw your mouth back to his. You melt against him instantly, the kiss rapidly becoming heated and desperate as you both come quickly undone.

With you pressed so tantalizingly close, Charles can feel the heat slowly building between you as he maps every inch of your body with eager hands. Your skin is so silky soft, he can scarcely believe you’re real. Last night’s passion comes roaring back in a tidal wave of desire so potent it nearly overwhelms him.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, clinging to him like a lifeline as you finally join your bodies in a fevered rush. Charles surges up to capture your lips again, unable to get enough of your addictive taste as you move together in perfect synchronicity. Slick skin sliding, breaths mingling, every sensation is heightened and electrified as you make love with an abandon unlike anything Charles has ever experienced ...

A strangled groan tears from Charles’ chest at the memory, his grip reflexively tightening on your hips and pulling you harder against him.

You let out a soft whimper against his mouth, fingers tangling in his hair as you grind deliciously against him in response. Charles feels utterly intoxicated by you — your taste, your scent, the exquisite softness of your skin pressed so enticingly to his.

With one fluid motion, he rolls you both until he’s caging you beneath him on the luxurious sheets. You gaze up at him with eyes gone molten and dark, chests heaving in tandem. The ferocious want simmering between you is nearly tangible.

“You’re so beautiful,” Charles rasps out in reverence, brushing the backs of his fingers along the elegant curve of your jaw. He leans down to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, feeling your rapid pulse fluttering beneath his lips. “Perfect ...”

A soft keen escapes you as you tilt your head back to allow him better access. Every nerve in Charles’ body feels electrified, like his skin is humming with unreleased energy. He’s drunk on you, body and soul.

As his lips blaze a path lower, nuzzling between the delicious swell of your breasts, your back arches sharply up off the bed with a gasp of longing. Your fingers clutch almost painfully at his shoulders as you struggle to pull him even closer.

“Charles … please,” you whimper, voice pitched low and heady with naked yearning.

He slides a hand up your silken thigh in answer, molding his palm to the flare of your hip as you shift restlessly beneath him. You’re warm and pliant and bewitching like this, coming slowly undone under his attentions.

With a ragged groan, Charles surrenders to the inescapable gravitational pull between you, fusing your mouths back together in a searing kiss that instantly turns all-consuming ...

Your nails score lines of delicious fire down his back as he drives into you with deep, powerful strokes, hips snapping together in a primal rhythm. It’s all heat and friction and tangled limbs, the world narrowing down to nothing but the places where your bodies join so intimately.

You keen out his name like a prayer, the sound sending hot shockwaves of lust ricocheting through Charles’s core. Every nerve feels simultaneously set alight and yet thrumming with a paradoxical electric chill, sensations somehow magnified tenfold.

He’ll never get enough of this feeling — of being completely consumed by you, your passion, your overwhelming desire for each other burning so bright that everything else fades away into glorious insignificance ...

A guttural groan is torn from deep in Charles’ throat as your hips roll sensuously against his in wanton invitation. His head drops into the tempting curve of your neck, lips tracing maddeningly along your overheated skin as he struggles to maintain the barest thread of control.

“Y/N,” he rumbles out, your name laced with pure, undisguised reverence. “Mon ange ...”

You cup his face in your hands, forcing his heated gaze back to yours. For a crystalline moment, everything hangs in breathless suspension before you surge up to claim his mouth in a searing, all-consuming kiss.

Like a switch being flipped, the tenuous grip Charles had on his restraint abruptly snaps. A low groan tears from his very soul as he lets the irresistible tide finally pull him under, lost in the relentless thrall of your passion.

Your urgent cries spike higher as Charles’ hips drive forward in a smooth, powerful glide, joining your bodies with exquisite friction. You clutch at him wildly, nails raking lines of delicious fire across his back as the room narrows to nothing but scorching skin and thunderous heartbeats.

At last, the spiraling tension reaches a blinding crescendo, your release crashing over you in shattering waves of pure ecstasy. Charles’ own climax follows swiftly, torn from his very depths with a hoarse shout of your name.

He collapses bonelessly on top of you, lungs heaving like he’s just run a marathon as you both simply cling to each other through the sizzling aftershocks. Sparks still seem to crackle across his nerve endings from your earth-shattering joining.

After an endless stretch of languid moments, Charles finally gathers enough strength to ease himself to the side, gathering you in against his chest. You come willingly, draping yourself over him as he nuzzles into the top of your head and just breathes you in.

“Wow ...” you murmur at last when you’ve recovered enough to speak. A breathless giggle escapes as you press a soft kiss to the hollow of his throat. “And I thought last night was incredible.”

Charles rumbles out a deep chuckle, pressing his smile against your hair as his arms tighten reflexively around you. “Last night was just the warm up, mon cœur,” he husks out, voice still gloriously ragged from your shared passion.

You pull back just enough to gaze at him through heavy-lidded eyes, cheeks delightfully flushed and hair wildly tousled in a way that has Charles’ heart clenching near to bursting. Brushing a knuckle along his jaw, you give him a look rich with teasing promise.

“Well then ... if this is what I give you for winning Monaco,” you trail off meaningfully, letting the words hang suspended as your fingertips trail down the ridges of his abdomen. “I can’t even imagine what you’ll earn when you win the World Championship.”

The low, sultry purr of your tone sends delicious little licks of heat swirling through Charles’ veins despite his delightfully sated state. A wicked grin tugs at his lips as pulls you more fully on top of him again, glorying in your lush curves molded so perfectly against his own.

“Is that a challenge, Princesse?” He rumbles out, dipping his head to nibble along the elegant column of your throat. You let out the most deliciously breathy giggle that has his blood absolutely simmering.

“Mmm, maybe,” you hum out coyly, deft fingers trailing through the short hair at his nape in a way that makes his toes curl. “Although I suppose you’ll just have to win it and find out for yourself ...”

Charles feels a possessive growl rising up from deep within his chest as he abruptly flips you both, pinning your breathless laughter beneath him on the luxurious sheets. Gazing down at you with unbridled adoration blazing in his eyes, he steals another scorching kiss that leaves you both gasping for air.

“Oh, I fully intend to,” he vows fervently, reveling in the way your eyes have gone molten and dark with renewed desire. His hands map every inch of your body with fervent devotion as he leans down to murmur hotly against the shell of your ear.

“And when I do, Princesse … I’m never letting you go.”

[mystical-strawberry-sheep]

{Um... I don't know if it's just me or what but. I've been getting this really bad feeling lately, and I want to clear something up just in case.}

{If I've ever guilt-tripped you into interacting with me, I'm so so sorry. And this is for any account anywhere. I have seen a thing or two go around here and there about people who constantly beg for interaction, and even if I don't directly do that I know I probably do in some way. And it's uh, like a bad thing, isn't it? I'm so sorry if I ever put anyone in that position, and please know it was never my intention to make anyone feel that way.}

{And just to be clear, this isn't directed or about anyone, I'm not trying to vague anyone, either. I have absolutely no evidence to support any claim that I might have made anyone feel this way, I just know how I am and I saw those psa posts and I'm just really worried now. Because I feel like if I accidentally did that to someone, they probably wouldn't really tell me that. I don't want people to feel like they have to interact with me just because.}

{Just want you guys to be aware that if at any point you want to stop interacting with me, or you feel like I'm pressuring you too much, or I'm talking too much or posting too much or anything like that, you don't even have to tell me. You can literally just unfollow/block me or whatever you have to do to get me out of your life. I won't hold it against you, and I don't have to have a reason why. You can just leave, and you should. I don't want to hurt anyone.}

[joemerl]

Update:

Huh. This sort of attitude you usually only get from Texans.

[solishearted]

Thank you so much to everyone whose followed so far. Down below is the official tag drop and then I'm gonna be re-blogging some meme content for the night.

[liroyalty]

Tags & bios for the children of the future Queen Ann in v!long live the queen -

Erikson Rosairo li Fiorenobila, Crown Prince of Camellia

Firstborn of three children, Erikson is more often called simply 'Erik’. When Erik was born, he did not open his eyes for days on end, & with his clearly red hair, the Camellian Court worried that their Crown Prince was born with none of his mother’s features. When the young crown prince finally opened his eyes, disappoint filled the court to see the red garnet eyes of his father, as they wanted Erikson to have the clear royal blue eyes of his mother. Despite this, he was considered a very cute child in his youth. As he aged, he proved to be very intelligent, taking to math & science quite quickly, excelling in history & foreign history, he was also the first of his siblings to take on four years of the Mandatory Aristocratic Military Program, rather then the minimum two years(which would later be followed by Rosamarie in her adult years). Erik always proved to have his father's temper as a young man, & despite receiving displace training during his military service years, it was a problem that kept plaguing him afterward. Erik is a passionate man of both love & hate, & does desire the best for Camellia as it's future king.

Son with Tyler Ye. Faceclaim - Garnet from Obsidian Bride/Bride of Obsidian

Aitanna Rosevere li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

The secondborn of three children, & often called ‘Aita’ by her family. Aitanna was born the striking image of her mother, as such the Camellian Court wanted the royal couple to name this daughter after her Queen Mother. While Ann originally didn’t want to, it was Tyler who suggested the name Aitanna, a form of the Queen’s name, but not exactly her name, so their daughter could still be her own person. The unique name charmed the Queen & she agreed to the name. It was soon showed that Aita inhered more then just the Queen’s looks, as she was a skilled musician that delighted in teas, she also held her father’s skill in poetry & was a surprisingly wonderous painter. For all these artistic talents, she was called the ‘Art Princess’ & was certainly the most beloved princess by the Camellian Court. She plays key roles in forming diplomatic relationships with other kingdoms, including even in Agrazia, the only republic nation in the world.

Daughter with Tyler Ye. Faceclaim - Isnelda from Isnelda.

Rosamarie Amalia li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

The last of three children, Rosamarie was referred to as ‘Rosa’. Queen Ann’s pregnancy with Rosa was undoubtably her most difficult. Much of the court was hoping the Queen would have a another son & one with her features, but were dismayed when their child turn out to be a another girl, & with bright red hair like her father’s. Despite such, Rosa clearly had a more boy-ish personality, as she delighted in playing sports & learning to wield weapons. Rosamarie was noted to be strong enough to lift longswords, despite not even being at teenage age. While these abilities horrified the Camellian court, as this was not the expected behaviors of a princess, her family, & in particular, Ann’s Queen’s Blades knight, & her older brother Erikson, delighted in her swordplay.

Daughter with Tyler Ye. Faceclaim - Jericho Hanson from Finding My Father’s Son.

Li Guìzúzhīhuā Xǔ Méiguī, 1st Princess of Camellia

1st Princess of the Empire of Camellia, the first & only child of Empress Li Guìzúzhīhuā Ai Song & Prince Consort Li Guìzúzhīhuā Tyler, & the current standing heir to the throne. Her names means ‘May Rose’ in honor of the Empress’s mother, who was also a European, like Tyler. The long, long awaited child of the empire was only seen as a disappointment to the court, as they long desired a prince rather then another princess. Despite this all, her adorable charms & unmistakable matching appearance to her mother, Xu Meigui is very beloved by the royal family, with her aunt Sun Fang being her sworn protector, as well as the royal advisor.

Daughter with Tyler Ye v!Culture Swap. Faceclaim - Cheon Rihwa from I Am The Precious Daughter Of The Greatest Villain In The Fantasy World.

Daniella Rosavy li Fiorenobila, Crown Princess of Camellia

Firstborn of five children & the first daughter, heir to the Camellian Throne. Daniella was the long awaited heir that Camellia had been waiting for, as it took Queen Ann a long time to become pregnant. Originally, the Camellia court was disappointed that the Queen & Prince Consort’s firstborn looked more like Akihito then Ann, & was at times mocked by the aristocrats for ‘looking like a low-born’ rather then their Queen. This fostered some anger in Daniella’s heart, as she strived to become better then all of the other aristocrats in any way she could. From her military training(which she also choose 4 years of like her mother & choose to train in the air force branch), to what she wears & even what she eats. She was quite the business savvy woman, excelling with finances, she soon acquired a large sum of personal finances from broker many business deals, including one with the wealthy Arther Brock Bexley, effectively making her the new richest person in Camellia. With her wealth, she developed a a very expensive taste in all things, delighted in social gatherings & other events where she could be the center of attention & adopted a moniker ‘If I do not own it, I shall not wear it’, which she followed to the letter, never once wearing any of the Camellian Crown Jewels, since they belonged to the state & not the royal family. At some point, she had brought a jaguar as a pet, whom she named Vein, it’s believed she had done this to mirror her aunt that she looks up too greatly, Empress Suzanne Ying de’Lareryth Heart, whom also had an ‘exotic’ pet.

Daughter with @thelazyeditor. Faceclaim - Leilin Shan Candmione from Today the Villainess has Fun Again.

Eric Felixshi li Fiorenobila, Prince of Camellia

Secondborn of five children & the first son, the spare of the Camellia line of succession. As Prince of Camellia, the court was once again disappointed that Eric was born looking more like the Prince Consort rather then the Queen, however, because he had icy blue eyes that came from Ann, he did not receive the same amount mocking as his older sister. Unlike his sister Daniella, Eric quickly learn to pay no attention to the words of others & cared only for that of his own opinion, turning him into a stoic & quiet type of man that preferred to be alone rather then attend balls & galas. Like his sister, he threw himself into his military career when it was his turn to take part in the Mandatory Aristocratic Military Program, going for 4 years & choosing the navy branch like his mother did. As such, he is an outstanding military commander & has his eyes set on becoming the Lord Commander of the Camellia Military.

Son with @thelazyeditor. Faceclaim - Alexandro Graham from Beatrice.

Jeremy Brimestone li Fiorenobila, Earl of Camellia

Thirdborn of five children, the second son & the first of a group of fraternal triplets. After having a son & a daughter, Queen Ann & Prince Consort Akihito decided they would try one last time for a child, as the urging of the Camellian Court, who did not want the line of succession to be left to only two children again. This final pregnancy would almost be the death of the Queen, as the burden of carrying triplets on her fragile body was heavy. Jeremy was the first to leave his mother, & a delight to the court, as Ann & Aki finally had a child with the Queen’s brown hair. Jeremy, as a young boy, enjoyed sporting activates of all kinds, as well as being outdoors in general & was considered extremally handsome by his peers. Noble ladies were have said to have lined up to dance with the young prince the day of his debut into the social season & he was known to be a social butterfly. However, Jeremy lost his ability to walk after an incident on horse back, where his steed was spooked by a snake & threw the young prince from it, His awkward landing broke & disfigured his legs, leaving him wheelchair bound the rest of his life. Since the incident, he has surrendered his place in the line of succession to Camellia’s throne, losing his title of prince & being an earl very early in his life. After his incident, he threw himself into the arts & writing, becoming a skilled drawer & publishing many books with his own illustrations in them under the pen name of ‘Mr. Brimestone’. His disability also did not stop Jeremy from having a political career, in which he was the one to pave the way for additional rights for disabled people, & funded the creation across the kingdom to make more places wheelchair assessable.

Son with @thelazyeditor. Faceclaim - Count Sutherlane from The Tears of a Jester

Annalisa Rosewood li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

Fourthborn of five children, the second daughter & second of a group of fraternal triplets. Also called simply ‘Lisa’, the second of the triplets was easily the one of all of Queen Ann & Prince Consort Akihito’s children that looked the most like Ann, as such, she was named after her mother & was the favorite royal child of the entire Camellian court. She could sing & dance to perfection, including ballet, her grandmother’s art, & was known to be an excellent violinist. She was also the only royal child that could cook & clean up after herself, & often went to the royal kitchen near teatime hours to begin preparing that days tea & snacks herself. Lisa was also noted to have a very friendly relationship with her oldest sister’s favorite business partner, Arther Brock Bexley & it’s believed she may have a crush on the wealthy sire.

Daughter with @thelazyeditor. Faceclaim - Karina Leopold from Limited Extra Time(The Extra Time of the Terminally Ill).

Blair Rosanne li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

The last of five children, third daughter & the third of a group of fraternal triplets. Blair was the smallest of all of the triplets, but certainly the loudest, as her cries from when she was born could be heard from eight rooms away by staff. She was a troublesome child, that was always up to something naughty or forbidden of her. Thankfully, when she got older, she calmed down & became a bit more reserved, but was still known for her loud voice when she spoke. Like Eric & Daniella, Blair too was often mocked by the court for having her father’s dark hair, but the youngest princess was known for snapping back at those who mocked her, even sometimes including the use for vulgar language & curse words. For her quick & sharp wit, Blair was called ‘The Tiny Terror’, a title she wore with pride. Blair was known for being a avid reader, even in her days as a child, & funded the building of many libraries across Camellia, including no less then at least two children’s libraries & three public libraries. Blair also took an interest in the medical field, studying to become a doctor & took the reigns in improving healthcare in Camellia.

Daughter with @thelazyeditor. Faceclaim - Luciphella Aidine from The Way That Knight Lives As A Lady.

Rosalyn Daphne li Fiorenobila, Crown Princess of Camellia

Firstborn of four children & the oldest daughter, heir to the crown of Camellia. Queen Ann actually got pregnant with Rosalyn quite early into her marriage with Prince Consort Bowen, a surprise to the Queen, as she thought she would be like her mother & have a hard time getting pregnant. While originally upset that the heir of the kingdom had blonde hair, the Camellian court was at least delighted to see the child had blue eyes like her mother. Given a combined name of the Queen & Prince Consort’s mothers(’Rosa’ being from Queen Rosa & ‘lyn’ being from Carolyn) for her first name & Queen Ann’s grandmother’s name for her middle name, many hopes had been placed onto Rosalyn Daphne’s shoulders. Noble & graceful, Rosalyn is the picture of royal elegance, etiquette & beauty. An excellent dancer, writer, tennis player & negotiator, with a great deal of political savvy, she is considered the true ‘middle ground’ when it comes to debates between the nobility & the commonfolk, as she strives to understand both sides & select the best possible outcome.

Daughter with @tetsuwan-atom. Faceclaim - Princess Verona from The Tears of a Jester

Noah Leo li Fiorenobila, Prince of Camellia

Secondborn of four children & the only son. [This particular child will be portrayed by the other party, so his personality will be decided by them]

Son with @tetsuwan-atom. Faceclaim - Alexel from The Villainous Princess Wants to Live in a Gingerbread House

Annika Merriweather li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

Thirdborn of four children, & the middle daughter. Annika was the child born the most looking nearly identical to Queen Ann, yet acted the least like her. Annika, while delighting in teas like her mother, was heavily invested in the railroads, even from her earliest years, where she requested to have toy trains instead of toy dolls. This dismayed the Camellian court, who wanted a gentle, soft-spoken princess, just like her mother. Annika was also born with a generous amount of mana within her, gifting her an impressive magical talent, which she had many of her studies were changed to focus on.

Daughter with @tetsuwan-atom. Faceclaim - Princess Athanasia de alger Obelia from Who Made Me a Princess{EDITED FROM ORIGINAL}.

Bella Sola li Fiorenobila, Princess of Camellia

The last of four children & the youngest daughter. Born, again, with blonde hair, the Camellian court was upset that the final child of Queen Ann & Prince Consort Bowen’s had another head of blonde locks. Despite this, she was noted to be a very cute & brilliant child. Bella was able to start learning difficult subjects, like foreign history, at a very early age, & had excellent speech patterns. She found an early love in her mother’s own love of tea, & also picked up learning about them from the Queen, including hand preparing tea to impress other young children like her in court. Being so intelligent, there’s high hopes for Bella currently in the court as her skills develop.

Daughter with @tetsuwan-atom. Faceclaim - Eva Vadenberg from The Duchess’s 50 Tea Recipes{EDITED FROM ORIGINAL}.

Genevieve Marirosa Lorelei Chuuno, Crown Princess of Avalon

The sole child of Queen Ann & King Bowen, & sole heir to the throne of Avalon. A long awaited child that Avalon fell in love with, she was given an unusually long name for both Avalon & Camellian royalty, to greatly honor their long & hard tried for, & only, beloved child. The striking image of her father, with his same love for railroad & steam, with her mother’s gentle heart & same love for teas & delight in socializing, Genevieve is often seen as the ideal picture of royal perfection. For her young age, Genevieve seems to be quite intelligent, learning history & foreign history quickly, as well as money handling, she is also socially intelligent, capable of understanding a person's personality & nature & adapting her behavior accordingly.

Daughter with @tetsuwan-atom. Faceclaim - Princess Athanasia de alger Obelia from Who Made Me a Princess