#crownedprxncess

[tscsarevna]

❦ For my muse to find yours in a compromising position with a low-born

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Yicheng stumbled upon a vision of the utmost secrecy. To her eyes, blinded by the darkness or even true features, it seemed as if the Tsesarevna dared to orchestrate a risqué moment with nothing other than a simple kitchen maid. The Princess, who spotted her Imperial Highness, stood close to a cloaked figure - hands seemingly held beneath lappings of velvet and fur. 

After all, perhaps it would’ve been better for Eudoxia to have been seen with a simple romp between the sheets than a servant who was her link to the Witches of Paris. Cold hands, warmed only by hellfire, exchanged nature’s bounty; roots, spices and adornments to make haste with spellwork and forbidden prayer. 

But to Yicheng, she saw secrecy and the rumour of stolen skin and lips - after all, Russia was already alive with rumour and the utmost scandal. If only she hadn’t have been there, if only she had walked on by with her nose high - pointed towards the ceiling, unaware of the goings-on. 

For as soon as Eudoxia heard of her secret audience, she sent the Chinese court a vase of wine spoiled with a curse. And beyond the turn of nightfall, it was announced that Yicheng, Crown Princess, was found cold as a winter’s night in her bed. 

[williamoflancaster]

@crownedprxncess;;

To be quite clear, William wanted nothing to do with the Chinese court and it had absolutely nothing to do with the Chinese themselves, but everything to do with Edward and John. Or Edward, at least, since it seemed as though John would be on his side in a rather shocking turn of events, and the fact he didn't think Edward would want the ire of every Neville sibling turned in his direction was the only reason that William decided to sate his curiousity by searching out the location where the Chinese were staying.

It wasn't information he readily found available, but he did find it and while there were likely royal dignitaries he could speak to, the person he wanted to see was one of their military generals. William had heard of a guide on Chinese battle techniques that was supposed to be mandatory learning and while William wasn't in battle anymore, he couldn't deny his curiosity. However, when he entered the room he'd been directed towards in order to find the general, he didn't find some battled hardened soldier, but instead an elegant woman in front of a canvas. "Excuse me, I didn't mean - What are you doing?" William asked, cutting off halfway through his apology when he caught sight of elegant black swirls.

[bloodwrittcn]

💍 - fuck, marry, kill - CHINA (gay panic for Wen)

FUCK - Yin ( @yinjianjun ), Wen ( @prince-wen ), Yanmei ( @pinyanmei ) MARRY - Xizong ( @xizcng ), Yicheng ( @crownedprxncess ) KILL - Jingfei ( @phcenixempress ) (idk man, just end me)

[phcenixempress]

🔪 - protect, attack, fight side-by-side with: Yicheng, Xianmin, Xizong :)

PROTECT - Xianmin  ATTACK - Yicheng (just bc you made me choose adjasjd also Yicheng would know how to fight back, so) FIGHT SIDE-BY-SIDE WITH - Xizong ( @xizcng )

[devidaure]

ℛ For my muse to catch yours swimming naked in a lake

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Lucrezia had always adored the sea, or any body of water - after all, she had grown up amongst the coast, where the most fertile soil lay for her family’s orange fields. And so, she took to the Seine with little quip, leaving the loud buzz of court behind as she dropped her clothes amongst the slightly mudded blades of emeralds; her shining skin becoming engulfed by water. 

As soon as the height reached the curve of high and full breasts, Lucrezia shudders - her toes lifting from the surface to tread water with gentle waves of her toned arms. Her eyes close, her soul floating somewhere else - despite the noise that ruffles ahead. 

But she misses the sound, as she allows her body to sink, to submerge her face - her two fingers pinching the tip of her nose to stop her gulp of water. 

Adventuring beneath the surface, she missed the voyageur who loitered by the dust-beaten track. She picked up the stones from the river’s bed, she felt the wildflowers drowning in water , she became one with the sea nymphs whispered in old mythology. That was till, she saw a looming shadow up-ahead. 

Without thought, she broke through the surface - where the water rippled around her, welcoming her to the sight of a stranger, as her arm covered her modesty with a shocked expression painted upon a stern face.

“Y-your grace,” she spluttered, wiping her lips with her spare hand, the river suddenly bitter to the taste. “I - may I ask  you to turn your back whilst I get to my clothes, your grace?” Lucrezia asked, commanded, as she waded slowly to the edge, the water running between her thighs before suddenly turning cold to the brisk French air. “What can I do for you, your grace?”  

[mihrimahsultan]

Ⓐ For your muse to find mine in a compromising position with a low-born

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Mihrimah had spent the evening in the company of various courts, sat with her translator and lady on either side, before offering a quip here and there from beneath the keen security of her delicate veil. 

So intent on listening and taking part, Mihrimah missed the sudden vanishes of a certain courtier of China - none other than the Crown princess, who was known from China to the Ottoman Empire for her beauty and stubborn mind. She quite admired her from afar, but in moments, all of that respect would be lost. 

Excusing herself from the feast, from a table lined with ripe fruits and plump roast birds, Mihrimah rose to her feet and gestured for her companion to join her. “I only crave a whisper of fresh air, nene,” she confessed and urged to her grandmother, pressing a soft and tender kiss upon the height of her cheek, before leaving the table to find a balcony in which to father herself from the excitement that riddled the Palace. 

With soft steps, Mihrimah pressed forward, marking a trail a ghost would create if found haunting the corridors. With two steps, she heard the unfamiliar sound taken from the balcony - rude and tiresome noises, often heard beneath her window by boys who dared to risk their necks taunting the Sultana to risk her own. 

“Who is that?” She whispered in Ottoman-Turkish, her tongue foreign to all around, before she crept forward  - following a noise she had not heard before. “A servant?” She continued, whispering beneath the cautious noise, before meeting the shadowed corner. Mihrimah, dashed with curiosity, peeked over the side with wide and eager eyes, setting her hues upon the very vision of sin and copulation that occurred only with a married household. 

So taken aback, Mihrimah gasped loudly - throwing herself back against the wall as her hand found her lady’s. “Is that not the Crown Princess of China?” She asked, her voice low and soft, her heart thudding upon the rise of her chest before steadying. “And… that is not her husband!” Her lady, stronger with a lead belly, took to peer once more, reciting the vision to Mihrimah with a giddy tone that’d cause even the Sultan to blush. 

“It is little more than one of the serving men, your Highness,” she gasped, pulling Mihrimah closer, so the two ladies could peer around the corner, watching with interest or perhaps just plain curiosity. Yicheng, Crown Princess of China, seemed to have an audience made of the two Ottoman girls, who watched in secret and silence till the Princess had her fill with a man, far beneath her station - who would’ve suited a servant of his standing, than an Imperial Princess.

[kingcfnaples]

ℰ For my muse to walk in on yours getting dressed

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Ferdinand was rarely ever alone, ever since his coronation the King had been surrounded by friends, knights and advisers who all proposed to put his well being first. And so, he undressed, stripping his person of outerwear from a night of hunting and distraction - his garments left aside, as he went in search for new vetements. 

So engrossed in the hunt, he did not hear the door creak open by an inch or two by a lost guest. After all, everyone who was not born French went to each and every Palais as if they were little more than mazes invested with riddles and foreign signs - so he would not have thought it untoward, or even curious.. Ferdinand was far too naïve for that. 

And so he continued, his naked visage turned with his back towards the door, before swivelling sideways to inspect a pair of hose that needed refinement. “Jacques, remind me to see a French tailor!” He called, before turning - to meet the eyes of someone he had neither met nor expected. With his blush keen on his cheeks, the young King threw aside the hose to instead tug a blanket made of wool before his person. 

“Y-” he began, lost in both his thought and his mind, before covering himself with slight care. “My lady, I fear you have just entered the wrong room!” Ferdinand announced with a laugh, before the guards met the Crown Princess of China beyond the door.

“W-what do we do, sir?” They called, flustered by the noise, attention and visage of a married woman. After all, Ferdinand was still single, and in the midst of finding a spouse.

“Well.. offer our honourable lady a cup of the finest wine we have in our stores - and please, let her adjust her eyes from my person! I fear, there is not enough for me to offer the same audience to every woman of the summit,” Ferdinand laughed, before moving sideways to find his clothes, averting his eyes from Yicheng, who was still positioned with pride. “I will meet you formally later, my lady, or else - rumour may bare fruit.”

[ofshiraz]

embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.

𝐙𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐁 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 and squeezes yicheng gently, something she would never think she was to do in her lifetime — then again, one is often surprised by their own life, and this embrace is a well-deserved one. ❛ thank you — ❜ zeynab says into yicheng’s ear when the unpleasant company leaves, made uncomfortable by the scene ❛ — i imagine i would not have spoken up for myself if you had not done it in my stead. ❜ after a few seconds have passed, upon realizing she’s still holding the crown princess in her arms, zeynab clears her throat and releases her companion from the embrace.