#ofitzroy

[williamoflancaster]

@ofitzroy;;

"Are you enjoying the party, or missing the quiet of home and wishing you could say goodnight to your child yet?” William muttered quietly as he settled himself near Richard’s side, sipping at the drink in his had. It wasn’t his first of the night, but William wasn’t so careless as to get drunk in an unfamiliar place. Still, the drinking made the crushing pressure of playing nice when he could well remember the dangers of such an event seem less heavy.

“I danced with a woman earlier who said that she was rescued from the riots in Florence by an English Prince. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?” While there was more than one English Prince, William found it incredibly difficult to imagine that it was Harry that did the saving, although he didn’t say as much to Richard. Contrary to what some thought, William could control his sharp tongue with proper motivation.

[hcrryofwales]

@ofitzroy​ */  𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓

           as prince of wales, harry had always known he would one day take up the mantle as king and be seated upon the english throne; his mother often remarked it was as evident in his heart as it was in his hair that he was his father’s true son –– the rightful plantagenet king who would lead from both head, coppery as it was, and heart. how little queen eleanor could’ve known that this very notion would one day be challenged, even as she sowed him in her womb she could never have protected him from nor foreseen the fitzroy brats. nevertheless, throughout his life harry would remain aware of the responsibilities of being king –– many, including his brothers, would marvel at the crown and yet it is only those who bear its thorny brunt can understand its true weight –– such as siring a son. 

whilst he hadn’t done so yet, he had furnished england with a princess; an inquisitive, sprightly, much advanced daughter, mary. she’d endured the laborious trip to lisbon and, just shy of a year old, did so in stride ( so her wet nurses eagerly assured him. ) harry was impatient to see his child after settling in his apartments at the palácio de queluz, his pace quickening en route to the nursery as faint cries emitted from within. as he waltzed in, he found himself interrupting a touching moment –– marry in her crib, and the young edmund fitzroy standing beside it, on his tip toes as he attempted to coo at his cousin. 

the shadow of a grin crossed harry’s features, though his heart immediately twisted. they would remind him so of his half brother, alexander ... how could it not ? aware of a presence beside him, harry swept aside and allowed the boy’s father to enter after him. richard.  “i must admit, dicky, you and i are the last men on the planet i expected to be in this position.”

[ofshiraz]

💛 : (the english edition) henry, john, richard

“ i’m not going to be dishonest here, this is a set of rather attractive men you have presented me with. the order is not supposed to go like this, but i know for a fact i would marry henry; he’s the highest in title out of the lot, and besides that, he seems to be a very interesting person. the one i would fuck, would be - hm.. i would say it would have to be richard. he has this... almost ethereal quality to him, it’s beautiful. that leaves john as the one i’m killing. i’m sorry, john.”