#hisimperialgrace

[acreatureofasha]

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“Are you feeling alright, Your Grace?” Ella asked concern in her kind blue eyes. She could remember how pale and sickly her mother had been before she died, so naturally, the newly crowned princess worried for everyone’s health.

“You look mighty pale, do you need to sit down?”

[kcrtanakid-a]

     “ SIR! QUICK QUESTION -- would you happen to know where I could get to ROYAL AVENUE from here? I departed from PANIOLA TOWN but it seems I might’ve ... lost my map ... so yeah I could use some instructions, just real quick -- ”  // @hisimperialgrace - sc.

[inacciaio-archive]

@hisimperialgrace

Wanting to stay like this was hardly an option in itself, she knew. Gothel knew full and well what the consequences of this was. It felt like she had signed a contract. She had a few weeks to enjoy Theodore completely as he was and then for those blissful weeks, the price she had to pay was giving up the rest of her life to regulation, structure and expectations. Things the witch had no experience in. 

She had already tried to change enough and she even felt that she did, but Gothel wasn’t anywhere close to a saint. No, there would likely be fighting and arguments and reluctant refusal at times. She only hoped that Theodore wouldn’t see her for the monster she was and give up on her. She would try her best to be his wife, to live up to the expectations of a noblewoman. 

Though she was flawed and selfish. As the day Theodore was to return to his duties approached, the day she would have to be given a brief coronation to her position as Grand Duchess, she realized more and more how selfish she still was. How she wanted to keep him here and never let him go. 

No, she couldn’t have thoughts like that again. She couldn’t ever resort to that. She had to enjoy the time she had left with him as he was, and then learn to accept herself as what she would have to become. So for now, she lied in Theodore’s arms, humming softly in delight as she lied awake and relaxed.

[thecreaminhiscoffee]

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          “Your movie seems to be doing well.  Bound to be a classic.  Congratulations.”

[charmingisms]

@hisimperialgrace

“Your Grace, how goes the preperations for my wedding to the Lady Ella?”

[endliing]

hisimperialgrace​   ❤

                 she walked up and down the neatly trimmed rows, stopping as she went to give every blossom the proper  respect  it deserved. it was easy to lose herself amidst the green; when amalthea found the lilac she sat for awhile, and remembered home.   ❛     are you the one who tends  the garden? it’s  lovely.     ❜

[princeycharming-blog]

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Charming was busy avoiding his duties. The last thing he wanted to do was sit through yet another boring meeting “observing” his father at work. He would much rather have been outside practicing with his sword or riding his stallion. Instead he tucked himself into the corner of the library with a large tome to hide his face. The book, The Thrills and Dangers of Travel by Sea, also proved to be an interesting one.

He found himself so immersed in the prose, that he did not hear the approaching footsteps to warn him to ready his attempt to hide. It was not until he heard a throat clear that he even noticed the gentleman in front of him. He blushed and smiled sheepishly. “I suppose I have been caught...” He said to the Grand Duke. “Are you going to escort me to the counsel room?”

[neverfcrgottenarchived]

@hisimperialgrace

             SHE WAS FOLLOWING HIM, eager to help out in any way that she could.  But the slick floors of the palace were not always so kind as she was.  The sound of her scrambling back to her paws could be heard, shaking her head in SHOCK from the sudden slip.  However, there wasn’t any pain, and tongue lolled out with excitement as she recovered, soon bounding over to be at his feet once more as if n o t h i n g had happened.