the princess mary

mary elizabeth york, sister to the king

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ofaureum​:

“I’m glad to hear it,” Charlotte said, smiling at Mary and leading her down the hallways of the castle to her chambers where they could rest and speak freely. “I’m happy that you have come to visit, sister… I hope that Phillip and I can show you around Portugal while you are here?” she asked, offering Mary some refreshments that the servants had prepared, “Is there any news of home? How is Victoria?” 

“I would love to see as much of your new home as you are willing to show me.” It was odd that Charlotte was not to return to England with her- she was indeed building herself a new home in a new country. “Victoria is under a lot right now- what with Father, and then the Prussian king.” She gave a small shake of her head. “It is a lot for her.”

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Dieu et mon droit ~ self para

  She stood in the royal apartments of the Tower of London, staring at herself in the mirror. A tailor buzzed near her shoulder, attending to some last minute alterations of her gown- but Mary paid him little mind. Today was the day.

Mary had waited her whole life for a coronation- but she had never truly believed she would be crowned as the Queen of England. George had been heir when she was born, and when he passed Mary had assumed it would go to Victoria, as it had. But it was now hers, and she was to prove to the country- and the world- that this was her proper place.

The gown was one of her own design- a beautiful sacque gown of crimson cloth, with the floral emblems of the kingdoms under her reign embroidered with shimmering gold thread- reflecting the light with each movement. A cloak of cloth of gold had been made as well, lined with ermine, and by her own creation, the coat of arms of the monarch of Great Britain emblazoned across the back. 

For Scotland was her’s as much as England- no matter the pretended across the channel. And the red lion of Scotland was upon her cloak as much as the yellow of England.

No one was to doubt her claim to the throne, and she was to make sure of it. Middle daughter of a king, she had always had her sights upon a throne. Let today mark the beginning of her reign- and let it be a long one.

“Your Majesty, we are ready,” came a voice from the door. Mary nodded her head, and exited the room, to begin her journey to Westminster Abbey- to her true coronation.

God save the queen.

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Hear Ye! Hear Ye! All Hail the New Queen!

  Her Majesty Queen Mary York of England

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bragxnzaking​:

He smiled at her, “your highness, my soon to be sister.” He shrugged off her question. “That is a question better suited for your sister I believe.” Philip tried to help plan when he could but he was not as much help as he thought Charlotte wanted. “Was your voyage  to Portugal well?”

She titled her head to the side as she inspected the king. “Yes, the seas treated us well,” she said.  She wondered what it was about Charlotte that had caught his eye- or if it was simply an alliance with England he was after; and with Charlotte even closer to the throne now, it was certainly a question. “Are you not taking part in the planning, Your Majesty?” Mary asked, before adding, “Of course, you have many other duties to attend to.”

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ofaureum​:

Charlotte smiled as soon as she saw Mary, and her smile brightened even more when she talked of her engagement to Phillip. “Thank you, Mary. I’ve never been happier.” she said, nodding and embracing her sister as soon as she was close enough to do so. “I’ve missed you. How are you? I hope the journey wasn’t too taxing?”

Mary had never been one to search for physical affection, but nonetheless she hugged her sister in return. “The youngest of us and already about to wed,” Mary said into her shoulder, before pulling back to look at her sister’s face. She looked so happy. “I am well. The journey wasn’t too perilous, the seas treated us well.”

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beskikket​:

“I’m sure he will.” Victoria was genuinely surprised when the letter contained news of her father-in-law’s death. He always seemed to be a strong man who would outlive his eldest son. “I worry for what Prussia will be like under his rule but I am relieved it is not my burden.” She knew that with his age it was unlikely her brother-in-law would have any children at this point and her son would one day inherit but surely that day was far away at this point and she would be able to find a plan for England before one king sat on both thrones. 

“Not yet, at least,” Mary said, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. It would eventually fall unto Victoria, unless the new Prussian King managed to last until Fredrich became the age of majority- or the king found himself wed and with child. “How long do you plan to visit Prussia?”

[maryork]

“Look at you,” Mary said, putting on a smile as she brushed Charlotte’s hair off of her shoulder. She had arrived earlier that day, and it was the first time the sisters had had a chance to speak alone since Mary had heard the news. “My little sister, to marry the king of Portugal.” Mary could scarce believe it. “You’re positively glowing, Lottie.”

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[maryork]

“Your Majesty,” Mary said, curtsying to the king. She looked him over with a scrutinizing eye- this was the man that was to wed her younger sister. Both her sisters to be queens, while Mary was left a princess. Was she to be a spinster in England forever? “How are the wedding preparations going?” she asked. “Charlotte appears to be utterly thrilled.”

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“If I have to hear one more royal prince talk about about himself and how marrying him will make his pride grow I’ll throw up,” she said with a hiss, “I’m starting to think all royal men are the same”

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“At least you have princes after your hand.” She tried not to sound bitter and jealous- with everything happening in the world, there had to be at least one York in England at a time- and with Victoria visiting Prussia after the death of their king and Charlotte off in Portugal with that king, the blonde princess was the one remaining in the country. One sister the Queen of England, the other to be the Queen of Portugal- and Mary was the sole princess left. “Even if they are all the same, at least one shall know what to expect from them.”

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beskikket​:

“I will travel to the funeral. He was a good man and a great king, like our father in many ways,” Victoria said plainly. Though both parts of her family were equally important to her it was always odd that each family knew very little about the other. “I know it is probably not wise to leave the country so soon but I would never forgive myself if I do not go pay my respects.” 

“Of course,” Mary said, nodding her head. “It’s only proper for you to go. I have no plans of leaving the country, and am more than willing to stay here in your stead, Victoria. You shall not have a thing to worry of. I am sure your brother-in-law would be grateful for such a visit from you.”

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beskikket​:

“It has been a strange time for us all” Victoria said avoiding the question as much as she could. She had yet to have the time to stop and think in the midst of all that was going on. Though some may argue gaining a crown was cause for celebration, it was only hers because of their father being presumed dead. The new French king was luckier than her in that regard at least. “I never imagined so much could change in such a short amount of time yet it is not just happening in England.” Victoria took a seat and invited Mary to do the same. 

“Yes, so much has occurred in such a short time.” Mary took a seat, smoothing her skirts as she did so. Feigning innocence and interest, the blonde asked, “Have you heard much from Prussia? It must be so difficult for you. First our own father, and now your late husband’s.” She knew of the death of their king, and how it must be weighing upon her sister- Victoria was after all, Prussian via marriage.

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crcwnprincc​:

“As you wish, Mary,” he smiled, “grouse it is,” he beamed, “how are you though?”

“I am well.” It was what she was telling anyone who asked- she was fine, despite the disappearance of her father; despite Victoria taking his crown; despite all that was happening in her family. She was fine. “It is troublesome times, of course- but we are making do. And yourself? You must be tired from your journey.”

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beskikket​:

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Victoria sat facing the window during the Great Seal of the Realm over in her hands. It was not particularly heavy, yet she found the weight of all it represented to be almost too much to support. She was never meant to be so close to a throne yet now a crown rested on her head and her brother-in-law across the sea sent frantic messages asking for support in his country, making Victoria fear for the Prussian crown as well. Though her father had been missing for some time, she still waited for his return until the moment they announced she was to be queen. The pressures of the throne were never meant to fall on her, but now it was her duty to serve England. “Your Majesty, you have a visitor.” Her footman said, interrupting her thoughts. 

“Send them in,” Victoria responded, placing the seal back in its case and turning toward the door, forcing a pleasant smile across her face. 

She entered the room after being allowed in by the footman. “Your Majesty,” Mary said, curtsying to her sister. It was odd, and she wondered if she would ever be used to calling Victoria her queen. She had never expected it to happen in such a way. They could not even be sure their father was truly gone- he could return at any moment. “How are you, dear sister?” 

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beskikket​:

Charles’s eyes went wide. “A terrible mistake, your royal highness my apologies. I’ve met your older siblings but I’m afraid even that was many years ago.”

“It is quite alright, your majesty. An easy mistake to make when you are unfamiliar with us. Charlotte and I are the closest in age, so I can see where the confusion would come from. Perhaps I can help with whatever you were searching her for?”

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crcwnprincc​:

“That, your highness, is your decision,” he smiled, “please, I want you to choose”

“If I am to call you Leo, surely you may call me Mary.” She smiled at the man. “Grouse then. I shall make the plans for it.”

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beskikket​:

@maryork​

“Ah Mary, please come in,” Victoria said lifting her seal from the hot wax and putting back in the drawer. “Have you heard I will be returning to Prussia for some time.” Her fingers traced the ridges of the wax, it was the seal of her late husband that she only used for communications with her family on the continent. 

“Yes I was told.” Mary made her way into the room as she spoke. “How long shall you be gone for?” she asked. When Victoria had first left for Prussia to wed the prince, Mary didn’t believe her sister would ever return to live at the English court- and while not particularly close, she had secretly come to find comfort in Victoria’s presence. 

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the-blxxd-of-angry-men​:

The gongzhu heshuo took in the sight of the dusty and windblown English royal and wondered to herself if the entirety of the west was so uniformly informal, or if that was an English speciality. “Do forgive me for the intrusion,” Xiaozhuang replied. “I was not told to expect that you would be out today. I can, of course, return at your convenience.”

Mary curtsied to the woman. “I was simply not expecting anybody.” She would have to speak with whoever had allowed the visitor into her rooms before consulting her. “How may I be of assistance, your highness?”