M E D E S ≈ D Y N A S T Y

where the pineapple grows sweet, the sun never sets, and where the toucan reigns supreme. your toucanista, q u e e n ♕ m i n e l l a s .

[myremajestic]

atticusollia:

It wasn’t often that Atticus used his free time in the afternoon to bathe. He’d been training all morning and that left his washing after waking up useless as the midday meal approached. He hadn’t expected to be intruded on, though, but lucky for him they came in just as he was finishing up. “I’m finished in there, if you care to go in,” he offered as he dabbed his face dry. Hands dropping to give the man a smile. “Unless you’re lost?”

“no, prince atticus. not lost at all.” minellas looked on at the other male, a captivated by the sollian flesh on display in this way. minellas wasn’t one known for his own modesty. it was why he kept to the warmer climates as it wasmuch more accustom to his style of dress. but this was a royal of sollia so the other’s bare flesh was still so tanned and caramel toned similar yet unlike his own. “did you enjoy the waters?”

[myremajestic]

littleislandprince:

Since the family had become royality there was a huge disconnect between parent and child. It wasm’t that they had all come to not like eachother just that the parents had become busy and the kids had found many new ways to pass the time away. He smiled as he heard the voice of his father and wrapped his arms around the other man. “I do Im glad i get too see if feels like you and papa are far to busy now.” He spoke as he looked at the king. “What brings over am i needed somewhere?” 

“medes requires a bit of attention here and there, but your papa and i never would want that to come in between our relationship. especially after all that has happened.” minellas pulled tavin in close, taking in this moment fully appreciate the warmth from his younger son. minellas grew up in a home where love wasn’t something that was dished out daily, or truly ever. yet now as the head of his home and royal in medes, minellas would never deprive his sons of such affection. “nothing’s wrong. i just figure we could take some time to talk. we don’t do that as much anymore. tell me what you’ve been up to?”

[myremajestic]

littleislandprince:

The sound of the violin echoed in the halls of the of island palace as tavin danced around. At first he was just moving to move not really moving to any sound, but as the minstrel started to strum his favorite tune he started to glide along the flow around the room with a purpose. There was a smile on his lips as he closed his eyes. Letting his feet leave the ground as he spun in the air for a moment. The lose robes he wore flowing behind him. A soft bend to his knees as he landed with a laugh. Still lost in the sound he twirled around the room till he landed against a body. “Sorry,” He spoke softly, “I was just having a bit of fun.” 

nothing brought a brighter smile to minellas’ face than watching his children’s joy radiate throughout whatever room they were in. for some of his offspring it came more naturally, tavin was one of them. he reminded the queen so much of himself. at tavin’s age, nelly was no where near as carefree and easy going, having to worry about the harsh reality of metia without having the royal title attached to your name. it was because of this, minellas was thankful to have his children born as princes so that they never needed to worry about where food was coming from or for shelter. they were immortalized from this point forward and would be taken care of while the myre dynasty stood strong. “no worries, my sweet mermaid. do you enjoy the music?”

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[myremajestic]

ellionmyre:

everybody had made it out alive… well, almost everybody. as ellion was in the skies saving everybody, jayde had been able to kill almost all of the dragons but at the cost of his own life. everybody was able to get back home and the prince of medes was mourning his surrogate father who had raised him. 

sitting in his chambers, he was looking out over the island before him. he hadn’t said much of anything or eaten anything since he found his mages dead body in the scorched field. after the funeral they threw for him, ellion hid himself away in his tower and refused to see anyone. he blamed himself for not doing more and not forcing jayde to leave with everybody else. 

“what are you doing here?” he heard somebody enter his room and approach him, the prince hadn’t even bothered to turn around to see who it was.

minellas would never dream of comparing the lost that metia had suffered due to this years flight of the dragons. the entire festival was ravaged as the fire breathers wreaked havoc in dragon’s claw leaving the attendees in a state of shock and terror. although minellas was able to get to safety and ensuring his boys were safe, there was still a piece of the puzzle missing due to the carnage. jayde was a beloved member of not only house myre but a fixture in the medesi world; now he was dead. his body found by ellion, lifeless and cold. minellas couldn’t imagine the sacrifice that jayde had made to save metia, but he was being thankful. though jayde and the consort never saw eye to eye all the time, they were still family. now nelly had to ensure his legacy remained, still picking up the pieces his death left throughout his kingdom.

“it’s me, ellion...let me in, sweet boy.”

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[myremajestic]

admyredprince:

Useless.

That’s what Teegan had been out there. Fucking useless. He couldn’t fight. He wasn’t much of a medic. He was a layabout with a decent musical voice. So he was kind of in a funk when he finally returned to the little castle that the nobles had been staying in. Now it was packed, full of people fleeing the chaos still outside.

Either way, the prince was sulky and brooding, currently hogging up one of the bathrooms. The sink was a bloody mess, full of tarnished and blackened orange-bronze scales. All that was left of his metal vest, which had melted under dragon fire earlier in the evening. Now he was busy pulling little scales out of his side and depositing them in the sink, each one covered in blood and a little bit of skin that it had melted to. Teegan wanted to do it himself, just so he would feel punished for being useless.

“Kinda busy in here,” he spoke automatically when someone tried to open the door.

minellas had been unharmed in the madness that was caused by the dragons and thankfully had been whisked away to a castle where he could help people. distract the younger nobles with children and provide comfort for the elderly who were unable to care for themselves alone, that’s where he was needed now. despite being a consort and queen to nikolai, minellas wasn’t all pomp and beauty, defense was something he knew he could provide, but if something were to happen to the castle, it would be necessary to have someone who could help keep the dragons away. 

for now, he was content in being a caretaker for those who were safe. get them bandaged and calm and set them up to a portal back to their home. in all of this mayhem, he only had eyes on two of his sons, tavin and teegan. the rest of his family, he knew would want to be in the thick of things, protecting and defending metia against the savage beasts. it set a heavy coil in his chest knowing three of his boys and his husband were out in battle, preventing nelly from shielding them from danger and destruction. all he could do was nurture and care for the sons and metians in is reach now.

“teegan, it’s me...so if you think i’m leaving you alone, you’ve got another thing coming.”

[myremajestic]

≈ the flight of dragons was always something minellas dreamed of attending growing up. anyone throughout the continent of metia knew how prestigious this event was, dating back three centuries since the castherian war. minellas was the only one in his family who the event hadn’t been a commonplace tradition for growing up. his sons only knew of the festivities, ellion was a dragon rider of all things, and his husband was born into nobility, so despite being the queen of medes, each year it still got him all tingly inside to attend.

each kingdom was granted a castle, albeit much smaller than anything they were used to, but it would get the job done while they were in valtolia’s countryside. the tropical paradise of medes was something the queen had quite gotten use to so dressing for a true winter was a bit of a foreign concept for the risque royal. his people were always cautious of what he would wear, knowing he had a habit for dressing for the weather and climate rather than the modest and refinement that the crow might warrant. regardless, minellas always thought it was up to the monarch to set the tone, not the people.

“are you sure this is okay? i feel like i’ve never worn this much fabric before in my life. elijah gifted me this dragonsfyre stone and our seamstress whipped it together.” minellas turned, looking to his husband for advice. fashion was hardly the topic of discussion today, but representing medes was important. especially since every other king and consort would be in attendance.

[@kingofmedes]​ // king nikolai.

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[myremajestic]

littleislandprince:

His dark skin seemed to contrast against the white sand of the beach as he read one of his many older journals. He wasn’t sure who the man he was reading about, all he knew is that this man had a very sordid life. He was in the middle of a very gripping tale of one of his many affairs when he felt the sun blocked from his body. He looked up ans saw the figure and smiled sweetly. “Oh i didn’t hear you come up here,” He spoke as he closed his book and placed it to the side. “Did i forget about something again or are we both here for relaxation.” 

the beaches of medes were exquisite, rivaled only by those of sollia, each gorgeous in their own regard though artemis was quite partial to those in his kingdom. it was another sunny day, which left plenty of time for the consort to roam the shores, collecting fresh new shells that littered the beach. medes was a place of exceptional beauty, a gift from maren, one that artemis sought to preserve at all cost. which meant ensure his family legacy and making sure all of his children thrived in metia. "i’m quite light on my feet for my age, wouldn’t you say, my sweet mermaid.”

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