King Auguste of Vere

King Auguste Indie Captive Prince RP Blog AU in which Auguste never dies. After the unfortunate loss of his father, Auguste is sworn in as King of Vere and must navigate through the treacherous courts and overcome threats against himself and his younger brother, Laurent, all while defending his country's best interests.

[linneart]

“Thank you, I know exactly how it would have been. You and Auguste would have been slapping each other on the back and watching tournaments, and I would have been trailing around tugging at your sleeve, trying to get a look in edgewise.”

This is exactly what I imagined would happen in this scene and now I’m crying because I wish it actually did :(((

[chiihun]

omg, i got so tired of working on this, still trying to get comfy with the square brushes and practice painting details…yea…my attention span isnt very long…..XD 

this damen in my head for a bit and just never got around to putting it down….wanted to paint the “younger” him when he got his prince killer title…idk now LOL

[ritasv]

Destrier [Gift] by ali00p

[we-are-knight]

https://wall.alphacoders.com/big.php?i=142011

[ritasv]

Medieval Festival at Fort Tryon Park

[akhalteke]

[black-tobiano]

golden horse of Turkmenistan (by Dan65)

I love this guy’s photography SO much. He makes me want an Akhal Teke so baaaad…

[veresgoldenson]

Aprum Venari

@slxvcking @hislaurent

The courtyard was alive with activity as servants and stableboys alike rushed around to the bidding of the Court and their pets. Auguste busied himself with checking his own tack on Celeste. Though he had been assured numerous times that the equipment was the best in all of Vere, the newly appointed King insisted with a patient smile. Since his father’s unfortunate accident while boar hunting with their uncle, he had made it a point to always look for himself. One never could be too careful. The gray mare nickered under his gentle hand as he patted her neck, anticipating the hunt as wolfhounds woofed excitedly nearby.

Auguste looked over his shoulder as the arrival of Prince Damianos was announced and smiled. He gave the equipment one last glance over and peered over Celeste’s back to spot Laurent’s elated expression before turning to give his friend a proper greeting. He stepped forward and clasped Damen’s forearm, his smile warm as his sunny hair.

“You’ve hunted boar in Akielos, I’m sure, but you’ve not yet seen the likes of Veretian Boar.”

[fuckyeahungulates]

Akhal-Teke Horse (Equus ferus caballus)

[thepaintedbench]

Golden Horse

[iklettagja]

[equus-horses-chevaux]

[carouselcycles]

AU where Auguste didn’t die, and Damen was able to court Laurent properly.

AUGUSTE IS WATCHING YOU, DAMEN.

[tubytoo]

golden thought

[hislaurent-blog]

“I am implying that the horse is still a bit wild and unfit to ride for a hunt.” He chided right back. Laurent spend almost all his free time in the stables, caring after the horses. Larkin in particular tended to be rather rowdy. Though Laurent was steadily winning his trust.

“So Prince Damianos is joining us?” He inquired hurriedly, once more falling back to his original question. Half the kingdom knew of Laurent’s little crush and rumors abounded about the two courting- despite the fact that they were not yet doing so. Still, he was excited at the prospect of seeing Damianos ride. Those muscles of his rippling underneath the sheer fabric of his–

He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

“I-I’ll just head out there then, to meet the rest of you. I can call for a meal to be prepared as well, since we’ll be eating the boar afterward.”

[veresgoldenson]

Auguste shook his head with laughter. He never could best Laurent in an argument when he had his mind set. Stubborn as an ox, he was. “You already won,” the King reminded him with a laugh. “Don’t insult my stallion. He’s a good horse. He is only misunderstood.” It was a common excuse from Auguste for anything he held dear. Misunderstood, he said, whenever they disagreed with his assessment.

“Yes,” he replied, equally exasperated as he was amused. Of all the people for his brother to develop a case of puppy love for, Auguste was at least relieved it was Damianos. He knew the man well and trusted him more than his own Council.

“Now go,” he urged more insistently. “And let the servants do the work. You’re a Prince.” Auguste watched as Laurent raced off and shook his head. It seemed they were both guilty of forgetting their positions. But if he knew his brother, he’d have the horses hand-picked and saddled. Nothing but the best for King Auguste and Prince Damen of Akielos.

[veresgoldenson]

The Crowning

Auguste stood stonily in the throne room at Arles. His face was as devoid of expression as he was capable while he was draped with the cape of his father. He hadn’t missed the darker fabric where the brilliant blue bled nearly purple; hastily cleaned of blood for this ridiculous ceremony. The Council insisted it happen immediately upon the return of his father’s hunting party. As soon as the Court was gathered and all within the castle as well as just outside its walls informed of the King of Vere’s passing, Auguste was summoned in front of the throne.

The five trusted advisors of King Aleron stood before him. It was Lord Herode who held a royal scepter and Mathe who held the crown. Auguste didn’t see them. His eyes were sightless as he was instructed to kneel and accept the leadership that was his right by birth. Instead, Auguste replayed the events in his mind that had led him to this moment as a crown was set upon his golden head.

“The hunting party is returned! There is an injury!” rang the call by a servant from the stables. Auguste stood from his desk, ignoring the pile of papers assigned by his father for review in preparation for his one-day kingship. Concern filled his dark blue eyes as he swept past the servant and raced through the halls with the recklessness of a boy rather than a regal Prince of Vere.

He was breathing hard when he reached his father’s side. Too late. Far too late. Blue eyes blown wide with shock, he could only stare as healers and servants all stepped away.

Uncle Jean, King Aleron’s brother, stepped forward and placed a comforting hand on Auguste’s shoulder, his own eyes filled with sorrow. “I wasn’t fast enough,” he murmured sadly.

One of the hunting party recounted the tale as he’d seen it, detailing the way in which the boar had gored him behind repair, in how the King’s own spear had gutted his horse during the fall. One question continued to come up in the Prince’s mind. How did he fall? His father was an excellent rider - beyond excellent, even. The best in all of Vere. How could he fall from his horse?

But no answer could be given and he was met only with sympathetic, sorrowful gazes. As no one had seen fit to do so, Auguste brushed his father’s eyelids closed and then bent to kiss his forehead.

Behind him, he heard a gasp and turned to see his brother. Auguste intersected the young boy’s path, sweeping out an arm to gather him close and protect his view. “He’s gone, Laurent. I’m sorry. He’s gone. There’s nothing we can do.”

As he was crowned and the scepter placed in his hand, Auguste turned to look to his people now united under his own leadership. His eyes quickly found his brother at the front of the crowd. Behind him, their Uncle stood respectfully with a hand draped over the boy’s shoulder. In comfort, some would say. Auguste knew otherwise. Seeing his uncle’s hand resting in that manner over his little brother made one thing perfectly clear; his involvement in his father’s death was more sinister than he had led the others to believe.

[eikyrona]

- brother - uncle - lover -