* — 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖘 .

[cfprinces]

( philip froissant, cis male, he/him, 24 ) ** ♔ announcing FRANÇOIS HABSBURG,  the PRINCE OF AUSTRIA ! in a recent portrait they seem to resemble PHILIP FROISSANT. it is a miracle that HE survived the last five years and for that reason, they are FOR the kingdoms working together. reflecting on them now, they remind me of THE COLOR OF ENVY, A STEADY HAND, VIOLIN SOUNDS FROM ANOTHER ROOM, SUBTLE GLANCES IN CROWDED CORRIDOR. 

                                                    𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name : françois habsburg

nickname : franz

position : prince of austria

age : 24

height : 6′1

gender : cis male

pronouns : he/him

orientation : heterosexual

significant other : none at the moment

father : wilhelm habsburg ( deceased )

mother : tba habsburg 

siblings :  josef habsburg ( older half-brother, deceased ), jakob habsburg ( older half-brother ), tba habsburg ( older sister ), tba habsburg ( older brother ), brigitta habsburg ( younger sister )

                                                  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

being born the last son of four boys came with its own set of challenges. franz was neither first, nor second, nor third choice for the crown and yet some might argue the most capable to wear it. with the steady hands he inherited from his father and gracious temperment that was passed down from his mother, franz habsburg had all the qualities of an ideal leader without the line of succession on his side.

because of his position, he was told pretty early on not to entertain thoughts of ruling austria. he was to be but a pawn like most siblings were to advance the country’s position at the hands of whoever sat its throne. however, being a chess piece wasn’t enough to sate his desire for a full life and so he took it upon himself to find things to curve his appetite. these things included but were not limited to, reading and writing, politics, militia training and riding. all of which he became quite expert at by the time he was sixteen or so.

he was on his first campaign, accompanying his second eldest brother, jakob, when the news broke that their beloved king had expired. what was to be one of the most exciting times of his life, quickly turned into yet another dark moment tainted by loss. and while he knew that mourning josef should’ve been a top priority, as it was for most of their realm, franz found himself wondering what it would be like to be jakob in that moment. to suddenly be thrust in to a position of power without warning. that wasn’t the last time he ever had those thoughts, not by a long shot.

even now, as they meet in switzerland to discuss terms that are no business of his own, he can’t help but offer up unsolicited advice. the wheels of his mind always turning, looking and listening in, plotting and planning moves that aren’t his to make. his love for their people is what drives him, he’ll say, but even he’s a skeptic of that resolve. fore there is no doubt that franz habsburg was meant for more than the hand he’s been dealt.

[svnshone]

@cfprinces​ francois & antonia

“Franz?” She peaked in the door, looking for her little brother. “There you are!” Antonia smiled, stepping into the room, taking care to balance the tray in her hands. “I thought you might be hungry, so I brought along sweets.” There was a plate piled high with various pastries, brought to her by trusted servants. “Are you free to enjoy them with me?”

[cfprinces]

“ well aren’t you quite the sight, ” he greets, chocolate hues glancing up from his literature to catch her carefully shuffle through the door with treats in hand. antonia had always had a way about her that brightened up a space; even in their darkest moments as a family, as a country. it reminded him a lot of their mother or at least the version of her he’d come to know, as he couldn’t speak for the rest of them. “ by the look of that tower, it seems you thought i might be starving. ” eyebrow quirks and he offers the slightest crack of a smile, “ i suppose i could spare a few moments to indulge — if you’ll do something in return for me. ”

[lilllium]

—Lilllium, from my piece This is How We Self Destruct

[romelzacarnes]

[cfprinces]

cfscotlands·:

alba’s    barefoot    paused    as    the    other’s    voice    rang    out.    the    princess    dropped    her    skirt,    and    looked    over    to    the    other.    “and    you    are    not    as    alone    as    you    think,”    alba    returned    to    the    other.    “or    in    a    private    section    of    the    palace.”    she    turned    her    body    towards    the    other,    keeping    her    hands    at    her    side    to    try    and    keep    her    nuetrual    stance    but    truly    wanting    to    bring    her    arms    up    and    cross    them    over    her    chest.    but    she    rose    an    eyebrow    at    the    other.    “why    would    i    be    curious,    i    do    not    even    know    you.”

he found amusement in her response, pausing to let the bite behind her voice linger for a moment longer. he then released the quill against the paper, shifting his attention to the glass of riesling he’d smuggled across boarders just to feel a little closer to home. “ i have not claimed to be either, ” rim of the glass touches his brim, “ just assumed that everyone would be locked away tight by this hour. ” which had him quite curious as to how she’d managed to get past guards to be having this late night conversation with him. he tips the glass and draws in the bitter liquid before collecting the residue on his bottom lip with his tongue. “ would you like to know me? ” eyebrows rise, “ there's enough in this bottle for two. ”  

[cfprinces]

grandqueens·:

“This is my home, I don’t have to be discreet. But if I was, it would be a courtesy because it’s polite not to interrupt.” Although he wasn’t looking at her, Valeska found herself crossing her arms, just waiting to see if he was going to try to chastise her in her own castle. “Yes, I was curious. Considering the recent ill luck with the Queen of the Netherlands, I found myself quite curious who was holed up in her by themselves and wanted to investigate.”

“ ill luck, ” his words are overlapping hers as she continues on, scoff clearing the back of his throat in the process. “ i’d say that’s quite the understatement, your majesty. ” head rolls, tipping his chin toward the right to glance at her from across the room. he doesn’t stand and if anyone were to call him on it later, he’d simply blame the bottle he’d been nursing, claim his state as an ailment. “ tell me, is it often that your guests find themselves in such misfortune? i’d like to know how many guards i should be requesting at my dear sister’s door. ” for her protection, of course. 

[cfprinces]

heavycrxwn·:

     her nights were usually sleepless - either her mind was wandering or it was plagued with nightmares about her lost brother. adela hoped a walk through the castle might tire her enough she could fall in her bed and be asleep in just a few moments. she didn’t expect anyone to be awake at this hour, so, when she saw a candlelight come from a crack in a door, she was surprised. adela didn’t want to intrude, but she was curious, who was this night owl. she wanted just to peek as quietly as possible, but apparently she had no such luck. his voice startled her. “i apologize, i didn’t want to intrude,” she cast her eyes to the ground and entered the room since she was caught anyway. “i am. i just wanted to know who else is just like me and couldn’t sleep, that’s all,” adela continued and looked at the man in front of her.

his chin tipped toward his shoulder, not quite giving his full attention to the intruder because he assumed it to be the prying eye of a maid or guard, someone sent to either clean up his mess or watch over him despite his protests. it wasn’t until she stepped into the light that he could fully interpret the silks that adorned her frame and the jewels that accompanied them. this was no lowly maiden he was in the presence of, that much was for certain. “ the apology is mine, ” he quickly scrambles to his feet, nodding his head as a sign of respect, “ i beg your forgiveness if my disturbances attributed to your restlessness . ” his gaze drifts to the desk behind him before clearing his throat, “ truthfully, i’ve found it difficult to sleep as of late. ” all things considered. “ i thought i might find comfort in airing this to an old friend. ”

[cfprinces]

crownedcrls·:

A smirk came to his lips as he stepped into the doorway. “I hadn’t meant to sneak up on you.” He didn’t care enough about the Austrian prince to truly sneak up on him, but he also couldn’t help himself. Maybe he’d hoped to grab one of the copies of whatever he was writing on his way out, royals had a habit of leaving things out for others to clean. “You’ll have to forgive me, your highness.” His tongue burned with the word. “You seem to be having trouble with your writing.”

the prince tips his head, casting dark gaze toward the floor as a way of acknowledging the sincerity of his tone. he didn’t know who this man was, but after analyzing for a brief period, he found no reason to suspect him of any ill intent. “ yes, well, i suppose it’s a good thing i was born with good fortune because a novelist i am not. ” edges of his lips curve into slight smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes while the tip of his ink doused quill taps against the paper a couple of times. “ is there something i can do for you, sir...? ” his voice edges off, waiting for the man to fill in the blank so that he would know how to properly address him.

[cfprinces]

royalrites·:

“Who said that I’m discreet? I’d rather think I’m known for making an entrance, but it seemed kinder not to disturb you.” Ariana’s voice was all easy confidence, the kind that came from a woman who spent her youth charming all those around her. Truthfully, it was difficult to be very subtle when you were escorted around by a guard everywhere, but Ariana thought it was better to be safe than to be stealthy considering the recent events in the castle. “It seems as though you’re having a difficult time there.”

it wasn’t until the light hit her features that franz realized whom he had been confronting. he knew this face, heard tales of her beauty from lands away but never thought he’d ever come to see it in the flesh, considering he wasn’t first choice for an ambassador of austria. “ forgive me for my careless tongue, your majesty. i thought perhaps you were stray guard peering through the cracks. ” as if that made it any better. he comes to his feet, swiping his hand across the desk to gather the pages into an unkempt stack. “ i was attempting to compose a letter — unsuccessfully. ” there’s a brief pause that lingers in the air between them, waiting for chaperones to follow suit. they never do. “ seems a bit unsafe to be roaming the halls at this hour, alone. do you not agree? ”

[cfprinces]

“  you’re  not  as  discrete  as  you  may  think,  ”  he  announces,  voice  echoing  through  the  large  room  as  he  drops  his  pen  against  the  grain  and  leans  back  into  his  chair,  never  looking  into  their  direction.  he’d  been  attempting  to  compose  a  letter  for  what  felt  like  an  eternity  and  had  failed  miserably  every  time.  a  few  sentences  would  be  written  only  to  be  scribbled  out,  paper  wadded  and  tossed  onto  the  ground  next  to  where  he  sat.  nothing  felt  quite  right  so  maybe  no  word  was  better  than  the  wrong  ones. “  curious,  are  you?  ”

[emziess]

Philip Froissant as Emperor Franz Joseph One’s Place in the World, The Empress