“Not my fault, I swear!” Roman had turned around as soon as he’d heard the crashing noise, stepping backwards with his hands up as if to prove his innocence. He’d promised his parents he’d keep the trouble at a minimum after all, what with how worried they already were about Kate. Or at least the trouble they’d find out about, and breaking Buckingham Palace was definitely that kind of trouble. “Wait, are you okay?”
“Bon-bon!” the french princess folded her arms and looked down at her pug who had just excitedly crashed into a nearby table, causing it to fall. “bad girl! we’re not home anymore remember? you can’t go around jumping.” she knelt down, and picked the little thing up as she looked at the man with an amused expression. “i’m completely fine, and don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault. it was this little devil right here.” she chuckled.
Since the prince of Italy has arrived at Buckingham Palace, he’s been swept into interviews -some brought his son into them- asking them general questions about the arrival and other miscellaneous questions. His son who enjoyed talking to the public lapped it up. Making it easier for Stefan to keep face in front of all the cameras.
But as morning turned to afternoon and the cameras stopped rolling, interviewers left.
The crown prince of Italy -who’s actively been playing the role of the king for the week prior and onwards. Stefan ushered to a chamber where he was allowed to operate and do his business in peace. Unfortunately, he didn’t keep his promise to Eric about kicking the soccer ball around in the courtyard. And his son who was usually an adventurous kid a bit timid in unknown surroundings that he hovered in the waiting chamber that attached on to the office Stefan worked from.
Stefan discussing the future of his role and how everyone seemed to be trying to bump his wedding up to be able to give him the king’s throne. Stern words fell repeatedly from his lips to his mother and her council - about not needing to rush things as these things need to take its course of action- and partly because he wanted the absence of the king to hang in the back of his peoples’ minds. And the fact he would be eaten alive by guilt at first sight of his future bride to be.
And ticked by yet again, this time no ounce of daylight lingered in the palace. As night has fallen quickly over the London sky.
Stefan left the office to be welcomed by a heart-warming sight of his son in a deep sleep on the leather sofa, the crown still firm on his head and yet he had gotten into his pyjamas - brought an airy laugh past his lips. Giving his guards his tailored personalised Versace suit jacket, telling them to go ahead place it in his sleeping chambers and to go get rest.
The prince carried his son limp body from the exhaustion of the day. His son’s head rested on Stefan’s broad shoulder, somehow his crown still on his head tucked between the boy’s head and his father’s shoulder. The smile that tugged on the corner of one side of his lips, EJ’s hand clutched on the prince’s now open shirt from the teeny tugs from the boy’s hand. It was as the father and son drew closer to their chambers, the thought that maybe this would give him the opportunity to be a better father, brother and friend to his loved ones in the wake of his father’s death. As these new plans and thought swirled in his mind cement the crooked smile of the Italian.
From the back of these two would be a sight, Stefan’s raven hair and EJ’s dirty blonde with the crown on his head like a halo… A demon and an angel it looked like, funny. Once at EJ’s chamber doors, he shifted the boy’s weight into one arm. That’s when the crown fell from the boy’s head. The tinging of the crown’s silver and the grand flooring of the palace echoed through the empty corridor - so Stefan thought. All it did to Eric was made him stir, thank god he was a heavy sleeper -yes, the boy is 13 years old but to Stefan still his baby. Strong fingers flicked the door handle to at least have the door open and back to secure his son’s weight. Turning to see where the crown had bounced off too.
And that when his hazel hues widen as if he had just seen a ghost, the woman that stood a few feet away from him. Blinking three times to make sure she wasn’t a figment of his imagination, the colour draining from his skin as the realisation that she was real came to the forefront of his mind. “Buonasera…” He greeted in his native tongue -the Italian accent dripped from his lips. “Rosa,” It was obvious his facade rattled, the smile that hugged his lips - gone as he straightened his spine.
rosette’s eyes lingered on the italian’s prince’s for a few moments, but she stood still as a statue, mute. there had been such anger bubbling inside of her for so long, there were so many things she wanted to say to him, shout at him. but her eyes simply moved to the little boy sleeping behind him, softening instantly. she moved past him and walked towards her son wordlessly, knowing she wouldn’t be stopped.
the closer she inched to him, the more she could feel tears pooling in her eyes, threatening to break loose. she had to cover her mouth as she came and stood towering over him, to stifle a sob at the sight of the little angel sleeping. it was the first thing she had wanted to do when she got to buckingham, see her son after three long years. she sank down next to him on the bed, using her fingers to gingerly brush away a strand of hair covering his peaceful expression. “ mon petit prince .“ she whispered with a small smile.
she could see the resemblance clear as day now, he looked like her even more than he used to. yet she knew if he was to open his eyes it wouldn’t be her own sapphire ones staring back at her...but his father’s dark ones.
she could almost forget he stood only a few feet from her.
“we’re going to tell him.” it was a statement, no longer a request or a question. she wasn’t going to beg in front of him as she had once when he had called her to tell her she meant nothing to him. she was no longer someone so vulnerable that she would allow her only child to be kept away from her. it was the only reason she had agreed to the betrothal, after having vowed never to see his face again. she wanted to be close to EJ, wanted to be a mother to him, even if she had no clue how. she wasn’t the scared little 16 year old anymore, who would be forced to give away her newborn, she was a future queen who had been recently reminded that the iron will with which her mother ruled her country ran in her own veins too.
“my face was just made to be on a stamp or currency, right?” nat laughed, jumping into various poses to show off her features before ultimately brushing the idea away entirely. “but that’s reserved for the actual monarch and even if i wanted to be the queen of belgium i don’t know how everyone else would feel about it.” again she just shrugged the thought off, speaking to whoever would listen. “all i know is whoever gets to marry this face is one lucky lad, am i right?”
“they absolutely are!” rosette declared, laughing. “trust me, cherie, you don’t want to be the monarch. it’s just boring paper work, smiling till your jaw hurts, boring dinners with boring old men...live your life babe. go to a concert and sleep with a rockstar or go study and become an astrophysicist or something.” she shrugged.
Sanya startled at the interruption, dropping her cigarette to the group and crushing it under one heavy boot. She pulled the leather glove she’d taken back on in one equally swift motion, quickly regaining composure even though it was quite clear she’d been surprised.
It felt odd to be away from her usual entirely military surroundings, even though no palace was truly a civilian place. She didn’t quite know what to say without the usual flurry of salutes, so despite her best attempts to practice English before she made the trip she was left staring blankly for a minute.
“Are you lost too, or do you know where there’s coffee around here?”
“no idea, i’m afraid. lost, same as you.” rosette chuckled. she had asked for the room where Italian crown prince and his son, her son, were staying but was having slight difficulty navigating her way around. “i don’t believe we’ve met before, i’m rosette de boubon, dauphine of france.” she introduced herself with a glowing, friendly smile.
- ̗̀✰ •【 BLAKE LIVELY / CISFEMALE / 29 】announcing the arrival of her royal highness, ( ROSETTE MARIE-ANGÉLIQUE DE BOURBON ), the ( DAUPHINE / CROWN PRINCESS) of ( FRANCE ). I’ve heard that she is ( IRRESPONSIBLE ) & ( NAIVE ) but can also be ( CHARISMATIC ) & ( BENEVOLENT ). ( ROSETTE ) is arranged to marry ( STEFAN DE MEDICI ). Rumor has it (she pressured someone into taking drugs, who OD’d). We hope you enjoy your stay at London!
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tw: uhh terrible parenting?? , death and teenage pregnancy.
Rosette was born at Versailles, to the King and Queen of France. Her childhood wasn’t exactly loving. Both her parents were too involved in themselves, and the only reason they’d had Rosette and her siblings had been to provide the throne of France with an heir, and the spares.
her father was the consort, the hedonistic kind of man. he wasn’t interested in politics or his family, just in his drugs and women.
her mother is the queen, one who rules her home and country with an iron fist.
Both her parents had multiple affairs over the years, all public knowledge but never publicly acknowledged. when she was seven, she heard two women at a party talk about how her father had started calling one of his mistresses, a supermodel, the ‘Maîtresse-en-titre’ in private, the title of the king’s chief mistress. she had recognised the title immediately from her history books and ran to her mother to inform her. her mother could not have been less interested. after some time, her parents grew so distant that the only time they saw each others faces, was when they were obligated to due to their duties as the monarchs of France.
the three siblings were basically a family in themselves. they raised each other. the eldest, Joseph was the only thing closest to a parent Rose actually had
Due to watching her parents’ many acts of infidelity, Rose has issues with truly committing and lacks understanding of what real love is.
Since Rose never had the best role models in her parents, she too ended up being a lot like them. Letting alcohol control her, using drugs, and sleeping around all over the world. She did a lot of it because she was desperate for her parents attention. When she didn’t get that, she became desperate for any type of attention from anyone.
Not that she had much difficulty getting any. the second she stepped in, she was the centre of attraction . She basked in all of it, the parties, the drugs, the alcohol, everything.
One day at a friend’s party, she had been drunkenly nudging a guy she’d just met to do some lines of cocaine with her and her friends. The guy ended up od-ing. Her parents kept the story under wraps, no one ever found out that the princess of France had been involved. They never even expressed disappointment or anger over her actions, which infuriated her. The guilt of practically killing a man, at least in her head, made her want to clean up her act.
She went to rehab and weaned herself off the drugs. It saved her from her parents’s life, a fatal life that one day she knew she wouldn’t be able to wake up from if she continued. rehab allowed her to start afresh.
And if life wasn’t cruel she would have peacefully kept working on trying to be a better version of herself. But her elder brother died in car crash soon after, leaving the throne to her
she was devastated at the death of someone she loved so much but more than that she was scared she was going to be queen
its been a year and rose still doesn’t think she’s ready for such a huge responsibility, but she doesn’t want to let the people of France, or her brother down so she’s trying her level best
about stefan and EJ
when rosette was a teen she met the crown prince of italy and instantly fell in love
she was already starting to get quite the scandalous reputation in royal circles, but nowhere near to how bad it is now. stefan was the exact opposite to her and had she continued to stay with him she might have turned out a different person.
unfortunately when she was 16, she found out she was pregnant. her mother tried to force her to have an abortion but rosette refused. ultimately, her mother and the king of italy decided that she would have the child away from the public eye but eventually give him away to be raised by his paternal family, with rosette having no connection with him or his father. rosette objected to this, wanting to keep the child with herself but her mother threatened to take away her title, privileges and disown her should she refuse to comply.
as a 16 year old scared little girl, rosette was forced to agree. she had only held her son for a couple of minutes when he was taken from her arms. she struggled with the loss for many years, the trauma being the primary reason she got pushed towards drugs in the first place, she was trying to numb the pain.
thee years ago, her elder brother brought her in contact with stefan again. he gave her the chance to see their son, but she couldn’t reveal who she was to him. at the same time, she and stefan reconnected and started seeing each other again. seeing her son again made rose want to change her life around, which was what joseph had been hoping for. she decided to go to rehab voluntarily, and she and stefan decided that once she was out, they would EJ the truth about her.
just as she had entered rehab, stefan called her and broke things off abruptly, leaving rosette distraught and heartbroken. what she doesn’t know is that this was his father’s doing, and she blames him still.
she stayed at rehab, feeling as if she had something to prove to stefan and to her own parents. now years have passed, her mother got wind that the story of the dauphine of france’s secret child might be about to break, to minimise the damage she decided to betroth her to him.
rosette still holds a grudge against stefan, but she can’t wait to see her son again, even if he doesn’t know who she is.
Headcanons
pansexual af
yoga enthusiast
she may not be doing drugs anymore, but she still loves her booze
passionate about fashion, is a global trendsetter and fashion icon
passionate about so many causes, especially helping addicts. owns many charities and loves organising charity events
has the cutest pug called Bon-Bon which means candy in french
Serena Van Der Woodsen in every epsiode | 1●01: Pilot | Part 1
∟ “Spotted at Grand Central, bags in hand: Serena van der Woodsen. Was it only a year ago our It Girl mysteriously disappeared for "boarding school? And just as suddenly, she’s back.”
“Well i would tell you that you look beautiful tonight.” he grinned at the blonde as he leaned in to kiss her cheek. “But i’m pretty sure i’ve been telling you that you’re gorgeous all night.” he shook his head a goofy smile appearing on his lips. “You know you’re stunning and that i find you breath taking so why bother repeating myself.” he was starting to ramble as he stared at rosie her beauty catching him off guard again. It felt like he was on a never ending merry go round with her, her constantly taking his breath away. “Shall we dance beautiful?” he grinned at her before nodding his head at a waiter that passed by, he grabbed two glasses off the tray handing one to rosie before changing his mind and taking the glass back. “I forgot, sorry.” he shook his head mentally beating himself up before throwing back her drink in his mouth.
@hrh-rosette
“you can still repeat yourself.” Rosette teased, shrugging. “do you even have to ask?” she said grabbing his hand with a grin. she gave the glass of champagne in Joel’s hand an almost longing look. “this is just as hard as i remember.” she muttered. she had to quit drinking while she was in rehab for her drug abuse, and quitting cold turkey back then had been one of the worst experiences for her. but there was no part of her that would allow her to take as much as a sip now, she was too fearful of the result it might have on her child. “it’s going to be a long nine months without alcohol.” she thought out loud. “i can’t think of a time i’ve gone that long without drinking since i was....about 12.”
