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Amalia Cuautle de Iturbide Empress of Mexico Aysima Safiye Osman Haseki Sultan of Mexico Sian Catrin Brychan Princess of Wales ||as loved by nene||

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Amalia Cuautle de Iturbide. Empress of Mexico.

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Aysima Safiye Osman. Haseki Sultan of Turkey.

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Siân Catrin Brychan. Princess of Wales.

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he entered a small study, letters from his father, other members of his family, and acquaintances from home. the duties of a prince were not all fun and games; but it was something ismail took pride in. his duty to his people, to the country he would one day reign. the prince was, after all, in greece on his father’s behalf. “i’m sorry,” he said, giving a bow of his head at the sight of another person in the room. “is there space for one more? if not, i can find another place.”

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Amalia was just about finishing a letter for her children when the doors to the study opened. Raising her head she smiled at the prince. “No need for apologies, your highness. I just need to sign and seal this and I will be finished myself.” She started to make room on the table so he could seat himself. “Please do join me,” she said gesturing to the free chair in fron of her. “A good company is always something to be welcomed.”

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Out of all places in the greek palace, Sian had taken a special liking to the gardens. They were very different from the ones in Wales, full of flowers suited for the warmer climate and with many plants she had only seen in botany books. Her quiet stroll and admiring of the blooms was paused when she heard steps behind her. “Stunning place, is it not?” she said after turning around, “One can only wish to have the beauty of flowers”

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avtiquate​:

 – head tilted upward, eyes closed as she breathed in the twilight air. one moment passed, and then another before finally the princess sighed and opened her eyes. “try hard as i might, my imagination is not strong enough to conjure up home. i never thought i’d say it, but i miss the rain.”

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“I think I might agree with you for once, sister,” Sian said as she herself sighed too. It hadn’t even been that long since they had sailed away from Wales, but the distinct lack of rain and the overbearing amount of sunlight made her long for her homeland. “It’s not only the rain, though. The cold air, the green meadows, even the animals. But I’m afraid we will have to get used to it.”

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SIÂN BRYCHAN has just arrived in greece. they’re a PRINCESS from WALES. their eyes seem to tell us a million things but HARSH, CALCULATING EYES+A DROP OF BLOOD FALLING FROM A PRICKED FINGER are seen from the surface. she hopes to gain A MARRIAGE TO AN HEIR while here in greece.

Ever since she was a child, Sian has always been the picture of a perfect princess. Obedient, dutiful, and graceful, she’s probably the one Brychan child who’s taken more to the Queen of Wales herself, always worrying her mind with practical and sensible subjects rather than with adventures or stories.

Ambitious and resourceful spirit that she is, she has always known just how to bend and manipulate the rules as to do as she pleases while still keeping a flawless image. This also often bleeds into her relationships with others; Sian is good at reading people and even better at saying what they want to hear.

She can be a cold hearted and manipulative at times, not really caring of other’s feelings or needs as long as they don’t affect her; though, if they do, she’ll be quick to help resolve any matter. She is, on top of this, not an affectionate person, she doesn’t hug or kiss anyone outside of her immediate family, and even with them she’s reserved in her actions. 

Seeing her mother rule Wales as the great queen that she is, Sian’s greatest ambition is to become a queen herself. She mostly wants it to prove herself as her mother’s daughter, and perhaps even surpass her.

She genuinely loves her family, even if she’d rather not show it. She cares deeply for them and they are probably the only people she has loyalty to other than herself. Because of this she knows that there’s no safe way for her to the throne of Wales, being even second or third, but fourth in line to be ruler. 

But she was also raised knowing she would one day marry to strengthen or form a political alliance, so now she has the hopes to gain a marriage that not only will benefit Wales but that will also make her a queen.

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thrcnedhearts​:

“The greatest love stories, and tales of epic heroes. He did his best not to include ones which were scary, for he knew I never fancied those tales. Which I am thankful for, of course, otherwise I would have to deal with Rhys having nightmares after reading them out for him,” Aoife admitted with a chuckle, although the though of dealing with an inconsolable child was not an entertaining one. 

“Four? That’s lovely!” The princess commented, in awe at the woman in front of her. She certainly looked wonderful, and she would have never have guessed that she would be a mother to children that were old enough to have their own duties. “Rhys is my only child,” she spoke, although it was not true in its entirety. She was Rhys’ mother in everyone’s eyes, but that was far from the truth even if she tried to ignore the fact every single day. “How old is Citlalli? If she would ever wish for a playmate, Rhys would love that.”

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Amalia too gave a small laugh. Oh, how she knew of frightened, sleepless children. “That is a good choice, I must agree. Though I’ll have to admit I wish I’d had that level of critical thinking twenty years ago. Many of my land’s old tales can be not entirely friendly for young children, still I had the bad habit of using them as nighttime stories.”

“Do enjoy him, specially now while’s a babe and your only one. Time goes by horribly fast while watching a child grow.” A light came to her eyes at the tought of her children, even if she had her youngest with her, her heart still longed for the other three. “She’s just about to turn fifteen. Though I’m pretty sure she’d have no objection to playing with the little prince. She’s taken to me in that matter, I suppose. My daughter adores children”

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reclaimedynasty​:

nehir almost ran into her mother, a small gasp left her lips. she quickly recovered herself and took a step back, her hands going to rest in front of her. she looked at her mother for a moment, holding her gaze until she looked away. she was sure a moment longer her mother might think her challenging her. when in fact her mother instead broke her heart. “but all of the alliances, father could make here,” she pointed out. “make turkey stronger with strong marriage alliances.”

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She could only purse her lips and roll her eyes at her daughter’s complete lack of composture. She was almost kind of glad they weren’t at the palace where other nobles or royals would see the stumbling sultana. “While you’re not entirely wrong, child, such matters of state are none of your concern” Aysima said. Perhaps in another life that would have been false. Nehir was, after all, the Sultan’s firstborn and, had it not been for her own decision, the one who would have inherited the crown of Turkey. But alas, her daughter had made her choice long ago. “Any nation that needs to make itself stronger through marriage was just not strong to begin with. Besides, what are you suggesting? Should I marry you or any of your sisters off to these foreign princes? Are you that desperate to leave your homeland?” 

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thrcnedhearts​:

“Some are simply better than others,” Aoife commented, watching as the other admired the book. Her father had gifted it to her so many years ago, and she had always ensured that no damage would ever come to the leather-bound pages holding words and illustrations within. “My father had it made for me many years ago. A collection of my favorite stories. It was one of the greatest gifts ever,” she admitted, a fond smile on her lips. 

“Do you have children of your own?” she questioned, the other’s words giving her the impression that she was a mother herself. And whilst the other woman was a complete stranger to the princess, she wanted to make sure that changed. “Aoife Brychan, wife to the Crown Prince of Wales and a princess of Ireland myself. And this little man here is Rhys, my son. It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Empress.”

The way the princess spoke about the book made her smile wider. She was right, a well loved book indeed. “A beautiful detail of His Majesty.” she said while placing the book back on the table. “And, if I may inquire, what kind of tales did he curate for you? I, myself, have a prominent bias towards epic romances.”

Aoife and Rhys. Well, those were names Amalia had never heard. Still, she supposed it was just the beggining, being surrounded by people from all over the world “The pleasure is all mine, your Highness.” The question had the faces of her children pass through her mind, oh how she missed them. “I do. Four of them, to be precise. Sadly, most of them are yet to arrive to Greece, they are old enough to have duties of their own to perform. So here it’s just me and my youngest, Citlalli.”

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reclaimedynasty​:

nehir barely had an ear on her mother as she responded. she was taking in the noise, how could one place be so noisy? she wasn’t sure of all of the languages being spoken, but she was sure she knew a phrase or two if it had been spoken at a slower rate. and the smells, her stomach growled even though she had just eaten no more than four hours ago. it was the smell of what she thought to be some type of meat, maybe goat? or something else she had never tried before? she so badly wanted to break the circle and taste every single thing the market had to offer.

“i hope we’re allowed to stay as long as we please,” nehir said, her eyes glossed over with everything. “i wish to know everything.”

Aysima was sure Nehir hadn’t listened to a word she said, as was her habit. And even after all the years, it greatly frustrated the haseki. She stopped in her tracks and put a hand on her daughter’s to get her attention. “You may hope all you wish, daughter. But facts stand,” her voice was firm and stern. Though she loved all of them dearly, Aysima reserved her kinder tones for those of her children who were still, well, children. Nehir was long past the age of silly wishes and sweet words. “Our homeland awaits us. Our harem misses us on it’s halls. We are bound to leave Greece sooner rather than later.”

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It had taken an immense amount of coaxing, quietly uttered words and small movements, but now, Rosalia cradled in her hand a small bird that nestled happily between her palms. She hadn’t expected such when she had gone for a walk in the gardens, but it was a joy to find. Greece was certainly different from Portugal, and to say she was overwhelmed was an understatement. What if the other visitors did not like her? She did not think she could bear it. But perhaps this little bird was as lost as she was. If nothing else, she had made at least one friend here, even if he did have a beak. Her fingers smoothed over his soft feathers, and she brought it closer to her face to examine it further.

It was then that the bird tensed in her hand, and she could feel its heart beating erratically as it raised its wings in preparation to flee. It had noted the footsteps before she did, and she peered over her shoulder, curious at the new arrival. “Oh! Please, don’t be too loud?” She begged, though a flush came over her cheeks when she realised how bossy the demand sounded. “I just don’t want him to fly away,” she shifted a little, showing them the small creature she held. “Isn’t he a darling?” She cooed.

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At her own palace, Amalia often opted for more modest and simple attires. Her hair usually only half up with a braid, her dresses loose and practical and her shoes always flat heeled. That was how she felt comfortable and, in a place where everyone knew of her title, nothing else was needed for her to distinguish herself as the empress. But here in Greece, with a myriad other queens and monarchs, Amalia was supposed to represent all the glory of her land. Beginning with making herself taller with a pair of beautiful, yet uncomfortable, high heels.

The click of her shoes against the stone path could be heard wherever she went, alerting almost anyone of her presence. She stopped on her tracks when she was asked to be quiet, just a little surprised by the tone of the petition. "Oh! I'm so very sorry," she said when she noticed the small bird in the other's hands. She began to walk towards her, this time slower and putting all her weight on the tip of her toes as to make less noise. "A beautiful creature, indeed. And not the kind to trust easily," she smiled "It must have seen great kindness in you to allow itself to be held."

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@goldcncrowns​ // it was all so exhilarating for the sultana. the fresh air, the sounds and the people. “lady mother,” nehir said as she walked behind her mother and their guards. “how did father allow us this small pleasure?” he had never allowed for such things in turkey.

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Even Aysima had to admit there was quite a charm to the grecian streets. Though, in her opinion, they still paled in comparison to her homeland's. "Well, daughter. I suppose the Sultan wishes for us to get to know Greece while we are here," her husband had always been protective of his family, specially his consort and daughters. If she was being honest, she'd also found it a bit strange when he told them to take the guards and have a stroll around town by themselves. "After all, we already know Turkey and may see it's wonders on our daily lives, but we only have so much time to be abroad."

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From their Insta accounts: Alfonso and Erendira in the Fox Premium show “Sitiados”.

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thrcnedhearts​:

Seeing the disappointed look on the face of the woman who had just joined them saddened Aoife. There was something so magical about stories, considering the fact that even adults were fascinated by hearing a good story that transported them away from the reality that surrounded them. Motioning towards the book, the princess nodded her head at the other’s question. “Please, go ahead. It is a story that must be shared with the entire world. I must admit, it was one of my favorite ones growing up and it seems to be one of his too,” she explained, her gaze shifting back to her son momentarily. 

The little prince stared at the woman for a second, before tilting his head to the side and up to look at his mother. “Forgive him, he still gets confused by curtsies,” the princess informed the other with a soft chuckle before continuing. “I would read the story again, but I feel like my voice would not tolerate a repeat of me changing my voice a million times to interpret all the characters.”

“That is the beauty of stories. I have yet to find one that isn’t worth hearing,” she said as she grabbed it from the table. The leather binding was beautifully done and the pages were frail and thin at the edges, always sign of a well loved book. “Oh, do not worry about it. I know well enough how it is to raise a little prince. It’s good to let them just be children whenever they can.”

Taking a seat across the woman she studied her face, trying to recall to who she was just talking to. While Amalia could say she was quite good at faces and names, she and her entourage had arrived late for formal introductions and other courtly social events, leaving her to discover who was who in a more casual and unscheduled manner. “I am afraid that we have yet to formally meet,” she said. “Allow me to introduce myself. Amalia Cuautle de Iturbide, Empress of Mexico, at your and God’s service.”

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lludovicas​:

            Her neck rested uncomfortably against the hallway wall as she stood leaning against it. Bored eyes surveying those who passed by, desperately wishing for something slightly interesting to pull her out of the almost sedated state of disinterest. It was probably odd for those walking past. Hallways normally lack stationary people, its purpose dictates movement to ensure there isn’t any delay. So her placement, although odd, was carefully picked. She knew this place was filled with interesting people, and what better place to observe them than in an position where they are simply travelling from point A to point B. 

She had been standing in the one spot, alone, for about twenty-five minutes. Which was about twenty-four minutes too long to not be deemed as suspect. In a swift and honestly smooth movement, she pushed off the wall, hips moving first in a kind of body roll. Her head falling backwards in the movement. The whole thing was a dramatized rendition of an action that is very simple. And in the process she did not time her movement into the empty space between the moving people well, so her first step off the wall resulted in an accidental kick of the toe of her heeled shoe into the foot of another. She gripped onto the arm of victim of the poorly timed movement to steady herself. A muttered apology quietly escaping her lips as she awaited the either polite or cold response that was coming her way.

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Aysima had been walking with the only intention to find her daughter in this mess of a court. How anyone found anything in here was a mystery to her. Back at the harem everything and everyone had a place to exist and it was respected. Never would have anyone dared, even on accident, to step on the haseki’s foot. Still she managed to keep a diplomatic smile at the other’s apology, she knew better than to berate others outside her own palace.

“Do not worry about it child,”she said with a fakely sweet voice that could only be the result of years practice. “Though I do advice you to mind your step. You wouldn’t want to slip and fall in the middle of court.”