King of Rome

Napoleon II at your service. Son of the Emperor of the French. Proud Bonaparte. Austrian court people DNI. (Joke RP blog)

[the-little-miss-poet]

Oh no! I completely forgot about Franz's birthday!

@frencheaglet Belated but sincere... happy birthday, mon cher ami ❤️

[frencheaglet]

Yay!!! Come in, my friend! I have a chocolate cake! Prinzregenttorte. Don’t tell my dad I’m having a Bavarian dessert! And apparently it was created after we all died but my brother Eugene had a Bavarian wife so I wanted to try their sweets. Better than anything Austrian!

[the-little-miss-poet]

...And I baked you a kremówka... also called a Napoleon cake! It's a Polish cake layered with cream. I hope you'll like it!

*Emilka handed him the box of the sweet treat and gently kissed him on the cheek*

S-so... ahem... Let's go! I promise I won't tell your dad. It'll be our little secret.

*Her eyes lit up at the sight of the chocolate Prinzregenttorte* Oooh... it looks delicious! But won't we get sick from eating so many sweets?

*she giggled quietly, because deep down she wasn't care about it at the moment*

[frencheaglet]

We can just take the rest home… and wait, there’s a cake named after Papa?! I shouldn’t be surprised I guess! I should tell him! Wait, I forgot the tea!!!!

[the-little-miss-poet]

Oh no! I completely forgot about Franz's birthday!

@frencheaglet Belated but sincere... happy birthday, mon cher ami ❤️

[frencheaglet]

Yay!!! Come in, my friend! I have a chocolate cake! Prinzregenttorte. Don’t tell my dad I’m having a Bavarian dessert! And apparently it was created after we all died but my brother Eugene had a Bavarian wife so I wanted to try their sweets. Better than anything Austrian!

[lord-byrons-ghost]

*Emilka sneaked up behind George and covered his eyes with her hands. It seems she has recovered and is in the mood to fool around again*

Guess who it is!

*She exclaimed happily. Well, the Rosé wine seems to be a good medicine...*

@the-little-miss-poet

*Byron puts down his pen as his eyes are covered, and taps his fingers thoughtfully on the desk.*

Hmmm - these be very slender hands, and soft too - none of the wear of grief - and so I think my assailant to be a girl. Is it - perchance - my dear little Allegrina? Or perhaps it is Miss Emilia!

[the-little-miss-poet]

*The girl giggled and when he said the right answer, she uncovered his eyes* Yes, it's me!

How are you? Because I'm completely healed and ready for our duel! Look, i have so much strength that... I don't know where to put it!

[lord-byrons-ghost]

Well then, we should arrange this duel poet-haste, my dear! Have you asked the Eaglet if he is willing to be your second? - as soon as that is arranged, we can begin our deadly quarrel.

*Byron smiles, and gets to his feet, but the smile rings a little hollow, and doesn't quite reach his eyes.*

How am I? Oh, as well as a fellow can be - when he is afflicted with the ailment of poetry, that is - and enjoying the warmth of spring after the cloddy days of dreary cloud that constitute a winter.

[the-little-miss-poet]

I know how it is... Because I suffer from this disease myself. In the spring everything comes to life... Just like my inspiration! As soon as I write something, I will show you! Just promise me that you will show me your new poems too.

*She smiled shyly, clutching her notebook to herself - it looked like she had started carrying it around with her again*

@frencheaglet So... cher Franz... Will you be my second? Me and Lord Byron are having a little fight... And after the duel I invite you all for tea in my tree house. It's a temple of art, believe me!

[frencheaglet]

May I be your champion, mademoiselle? I can fight.

(Blushing)

[le-dieu-mars]

Uh… General? I think I encountered the Toulon version of my father… And now I have more people to gift things to on Father’s Day! Ah, here is beer! You look like you could use a drink…

- @frencheaglet

My boy... that Bonaparte is a dangerous one. If he smells like Manure and piss, he is not to be approached.

He and I had a ..... disagreement and I have settled it. He is delusional and may be harmful. I suggest going with your grandmother, Madame Mere, if you are to approach this Bonaparte.

[le-petit-caporal]

So now you wish to discourage my son from seeing his own father under the lie that I am "delusional", eh? Truly one unworthy of anything, slandering one's own father to him like that.

[frencheaglet]

Hi, Papa!

[le-petit-caporal]

My dear son! How has this place treated you? Has this man done anything bad to you?

[frencheaglet]

No. He treats me to chocolate! I’m doing fine. Especially with you around. It’s much better than Austria…

[le-petit-caporal]

Very good, very good. Have you seen your mother recently?

[frencheaglet]

Which mother? Empress Joséphine is my adoptive mother.

@rosie-of-beauharnais

[le-dieu-mars]

Uh… General? I think I encountered the Toulon version of my father… And now I have more people to gift things to on Father’s Day! Ah, here is beer! You look like you could use a drink…

- @frencheaglet

My boy... that Bonaparte is a dangerous one. If he smells like Manure and piss, he is not to be approached.

He and I had a ..... disagreement and I have settled it. He is delusional and may be harmful. I suggest going with your grandmother, Madame Mere, if you are to approach this Bonaparte.

[le-petit-caporal]

So now you wish to discourage my son from seeing his own father under the lie that I am "delusional", eh? Truly one unworthy of anything, slandering one's own father to him like that.

[frencheaglet]

Hi, Papa!

[le-petit-caporal]

My dear son! How has this place treated you? Has this man done anything bad to you?

[frencheaglet]

No. He treats me to chocolate! I’m doing fine. Especially with you around. It’s much better than Austria…

[le-dieu-mars]

Uh… General? I think I encountered the Toulon version of my father… And now I have more people to gift things to on Father’s Day! Ah, here is beer! You look like you could use a drink…

- @frencheaglet

My boy... that Bonaparte is a dangerous one. If he smells like Manure and piss, he is not to be approached.

He and I had a ..... disagreement and I have settled it. He is delusional and may be harmful. I suggest going with your grandmother, Madame Mere, if you are to approach this Bonaparte.

[le-petit-caporal]

So now you wish to discourage my son from seeing his own father under the lie that I am "delusional", eh? Truly one unworthy of anything, slandering one's own father to him like that.

[frencheaglet]

Hi, Papa!

[frencheaglet]

@ange-noir-de-corse ur dad is here‼️

It seems to be a younger version of my father. I don’t know if he even knows about me…

[ange-noir-de-corse]

…I HAVE A SON?!

*He surveyed the boy with an attentive, analyzing glance.*

Oh mio Dio, you definitely have the nose from my mother's side of the family.

*He looked both very curious, very excited at the idea of having fathered a son that looked that fierce and handsome, but also a little apprehensive at this unexpected knowledge. And at the fact that the boy bore absolutely no resemblance to his current fiancée, Désirée Clary.*

You seem to know me very well, but I don't know you. It seems a bit unfair. Could you tell me a little about yourself, boy?

[frencheaglet]

Umm… I was born when you were Emperor of the French. My name is François, but posterity calls me Napoleon the Second. I was born to you and an archduchess from Austria. And my life wasn’t very long, unfortunately… but you were a great father to me!

Some people say that I have your eyes!

[ange-noir-de-corse]

Emperor of- And an Austrian archduchess? No, this is ridiculous. I'm entirely at the service of the Republic, and you must know that.

You don't need to invent all these fantastic stories to get my attention, François, you're already a very interesting young man.

[frencheaglet]

Uhhh… I haven’t invented anything. But I like artillery! Can you show me a cannon please? I learn quickly!

[frencheaglet]

@ange-noir-de-corse ur dad is here‼️

It seems to be a younger version of my father. I don’t know if he even knows about me…

[ange-noir-de-corse]

…I HAVE A SON?!

*He surveyed the boy with an attentive, analyzing glance.*

Oh mio Dio, you definitely have the nose from my mother's side of the family.

*He looked both very curious, very excited at the idea of having fathered a son that looked that fierce and handsome, but also a little apprehensive at this unexpected knowledge. And at the fact that the boy bore absolutely no resemblance to his current fiancée, Désirée Clary.*

You seem to know me very well, but I don't know you. It seems a bit unfair. Could you tell me a little about yourself, boy?

[frencheaglet]

Umm… I was born when you were Emperor of the French. My name is François, but posterity calls me Napoleon the Second. I was born to you and an archduchess from Austria. And my life wasn’t very long, unfortunately… but you were a great father to me!

Some people say that I have your eyes!

[frencheaglet]

@ange-noir-de-corse ur dad is here‼️

It seems to be a younger version of my father. I don’t know if he even knows about me…

[frencheaglet]

*appears in a cute birthday hat*

Oh… I wonder if birthdays are still a thing here. Looks like I’m still remembered… uh… hi!

*blushing as he opens the door and an avalanche of presents falls on top of him*

Oh… I think I need… some help…

@the-little-miss-poet

[the-little-miss-poet]

Hello, Franz! Happy birthda...oh, watch out!

*Emilia immediately rushed to help Franz, who was crushed by gifts. When she finally managed to do so, she reached out to help him up.*

Everything alright? Come, let's celebrate together! I have a delicious cake and tea.

*The girl also had a surprise gift for him, but she didn't mention it yet...after all, it's a surprise...*

[frencheaglet]

Thank you! Someone has left this mountain of boxes on my doorstep. We could… unwrap these together? After tea.

[frencheaglet]

*appears in a cute birthday hat*

Oh… I wonder if birthdays are still a thing here. Looks like I’m still remembered… uh… hi!

*blushing as he opens the door and an avalanche of presents falls on top of him*

Oh… I think I need… some help…

@the-little-miss-poet

[the-little-miss-poet]

*tiny kiss on the cheek*

- @frencheaglet

*Emilka blushed sweetly and smiled*

Oh! Ah... W-what did I do to deserve that kiss, Franz?

[frencheaglet]

I just wanted to cheer you up.

[chopinski-official]

I think your little sis is in love 🤭

@the-little-miss-poet, is this true? You’re too young!

[the-little-miss-poet]

*plays with her fingers, blushing deeply*

Nie! Not at all, brother. Who told you such nonsense?

[chopinski-official]

A little birdy…! But I must know!

[the-little-miss-poet]

That little birdy that you got on your birthday...?

Um... W-we're not a couple yet... I just...

*turns her head in embarrassment*

I- i mean... you didn't hear anything, Frycek! I'm not in love, okay?

*runs away*

[chopinski-official]

With who?! Don’t be embarrassed, but you know, you have to tell your family!

[the-little-miss-poet]

Uhhh... I'll only tell you because you're my brother and I shouldn't lie to you.

I... I became very good friends with Napoleon II, the Duke of Reichstadt. We're about the same age...

[chopinski-official]

I suppose you’re getting to the age for such things… How old is he here…? Is he nice to you?

[the-little-miss-poet]

He's the same age or a year older… And yes, he's nice to me.

If you want to meet him, here he is… @frencheaglet . Dear Franz, this is my brother, Frederic.

[frencheaglet]

Hi…

(Eaglet shyly bows)

[chopinski-official]

Ah, hello. I hear you’re a… good friend of my sister?

[frencheaglet]

I am… Pan Chopin?

[chopinski-official]

I think your little sis is in love 🤭

@the-little-miss-poet, is this true? You’re too young!

[the-little-miss-poet]

*plays with her fingers, blushing deeply*

Nie! Not at all, brother. Who told you such nonsense?

[chopinski-official]

A little birdy…! But I must know!

[the-little-miss-poet]

That little birdy that you got on your birthday...?

Um... W-we're not a couple yet... I just...

*turns her head in embarrassment*

I- i mean... you didn't hear anything, Frycek! I'm not in love, okay?

*runs away*

[chopinski-official]

With who?! Don’t be embarrassed, but you know, you have to tell your family!

[the-little-miss-poet]

Uhhh... I'll only tell you because you're my brother and I shouldn't lie to you.

I... I became very good friends with Napoleon II, the Duke of Reichstadt. We're about the same age...

[chopinski-official]

I suppose you’re getting to the age for such things… How old is he here…? Is he nice to you?

[the-little-miss-poet]

He's the same age or a year older… And yes, he's nice to me.

If you want to meet him, here he is… @frencheaglet . Dear Franz, this is my brother, Frederic.

[frencheaglet]

Hi…

(Eaglet shyly bows)

[the-little-miss-poet]

I know it’s late, Milady… but would you be my Valentine?

- @frencheaglet

Oh...

*blushes deeply and loses touch with reality for a moment. Was it a dream?*

Tak, oui...YES! With a great pleasure, Your Highness...

[frencheaglet]

Ummm… I have chocolate… for you! And… would you like to join me for a dance?

[frencheaglet]

Emilka gives Eaglet a bar of original Polish, Wedel chocolate.

"This is a gift for St. Nicholas Day from me to you, dear Napoleon..."

@the-little-miss-poet

Thank you, my lady. I have gingerbread for you! And apple dumplings! And strudel!!!

(Handkiss)

[the-little-miss-poet]

Ah...thank you!

*blushes sweetly at the kiss on the hand and curtsies*

I've never eaten strudel. But I'm sure it's super delicious!

*smiles happily*

[frencheaglet]

It’s this thin dough roll with apples and raisins… and vanilla sauce!

[the-little-miss-poet]

Mm... Sounds really delicious!

I have an idea - We can share all of this! It's always more fun to do something together... right?

[frencheaglet]

*François cuts the most beautiful slice of strudel and serves it up to Emilia. It’s decorated with whipped cream and vanilla sauce*

[frencheaglet]

Emilka gives Eaglet a bar of original Polish, Wedel chocolate.

"This is a gift for St. Nicholas Day from me to you, dear Napoleon..."

@the-little-miss-poet

Thank you, my lady. I have gingerbread for you! And apple dumplings! And strudel!!!

(Handkiss)

[the-little-miss-poet]

Ah...thank you!

*blushes sweetly at the kiss on the hand and curtsies*

I've never eaten strudel. But I'm sure it's super delicious!

*smiles happily*

[frencheaglet]

It’s this thin dough roll with apples and raisins… and vanilla sauce!