Realistic or Modern The Monarchy Short Stories

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Realistic or Modern - The Monarchy Short Stories​

This is the thread for all short stories based on characters in the Monarchy Role play

 

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Princess Alena of Scotland X Prince William of France

Young Leon sits on his mother's bed "tell me how you met father." Alena pulls him in closer "Its a long one, don't tell your tutors I let you stay up."

"I promise" Leon said as he laid in his mother's arms..."

"Growing up in Scotland was very different than France, women were in power my mother was our Queen, and my father was just that a father. I adored my father, however, when I turned four, he went off to war. Then my aunt Wilda and I got sent to a nunnery, she was allowed to return home and I remained there for 11 years. This is where I found my faith and a family that would never send me away. I spent my days praying, knitting , and learning how to be a queen. On my fifteenth birthday I was told I could return home. But I was sent to France..."

Leon interrupted "And fell in love with his majesty?"
"Patience," the queen said as she rubbed his head

"France was new everything was different, from the way the air smelled to the sound of the birds chirping. Your father was young and handsome like you but, much stronger, he would win duels and fight in wars. I was excited to find out I would marry him. He on the other hand thought of me as a child. I was newly 15 and he was 21 and experienced, I'll never forget our first meeting...."

Into story mode


Alena walked into the throne room "My lord," she said bowing to King Leo and Prince William. She was nervous about meeting them and the king's expression didn't bring her comfort. "She will bring you many heirs," the king said looking over at Prince William "Is she even old enough," the prince responded. "In my kingdom I am old enough to rule, I am more than just a concubine for you to lay down with, I am more than just a pawn for an alliance. I am a Queen a god-fearing queen and you men should fear him too." Alena turned, walking towards the door, she looked back and spit on the floor as the knights let her out.

Alena walked down the hall with her head held high and King Leo followed behind her "Alena !" he yelled out "It's Princess Alena of Scotland," the king nodded "My apologies, Princess Alena of Scotland we have a different kind of sense of humor here in France we mean no disrespect." Alena looked the king up and down "Your apology is accepted, I was informed it's rare for an educated woman to be to in your presence," The king smirked "You have a good sense of humor as well."

Later that evening the Queen and got a letter saying she was summoned to the prince's being naive she went and there he was standing kissing another woman Alena stormed out from that day on Prince William would parade his harlots while the Alena stayed devoted to him and the lord.

After they wed, Alena found out she was pregnant:

Alena walked into the throne room "I am pregnant, I am carrying Prince William of France II, I hope this is sufficient for those who oppose me to see me as an equal." The king smiled and walked over to Alena "Fantastic," he said as he rubbed her stomach. The prince sat silently while everyone else was cheering. Later that evening the prince went to Alena's chamber "Your Majesty," he said as he walked in. Alena sat in the window seal "Yes, my lord," she said not looking at him.

"Here and now, I promise to love faithfully, I will be devoted to you and my son." Alena interrupts "You don't have to make false promises we are wed by law and under the eyes of the lord. I'll be here regardless..." The prince walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her "I'll prove it."

Six months later Prince Willam Dubois II of France was born, and the couple was in bliss. The prince hadn't touched anyone other than the princess. They would go for walks, horse rides and even started sharing a chamber. But, one night the infant prince was found in his crib blue as the sea this broke their heart. For many years they tried to conceive but to no avail. This didn't stop the couple from keeping their romance, they would keep trying but find different ways to bond. They both enjoyed sweets, the prince enjoyed anything with sugar and the princess enjoyed lemon tarts. A few years passed and the king started to give up on the idea of an heir and the line continuing however, they found out Alena was pregnant. When the child was born the King was the first to hold the infant. It was a boy, the king declared that he would be named Leon after him since the second William didn't survive.

Leon was a sickly child; this was something that made the prince and princess even closer the thought of losing a second son pained them. But soon after Leon there was Willow, a beautiful girl that also didn't get to name.

One summer night,

The family sat on a banket in the grass field and the young prince Leon played with his friend Clarissa as he held his sister's hand.

"A beautiful family we have," Prince William said as he looked at his children play in the field. Alena rubbed her stomach "I hope we have room for one more." Prince William kissed her "and room for many more, I want seven more sons and 12 daughters," he said hugging Alena. Alena laughed "I can give you one more daughter Aline... " The prince smiled "Thats enough..."

Later that year king died, and William was crowned king. William always had Willow at his side and the young prince was rarely seen. Alena could be found in church with baby Aline in her arms with her servant Arminda at her side. And Leon had Clarissa....


Leon X Clarissa

Leon sat on the stoop crying with his head in his knees, when Clarissa wrapped her arms him "Leon it's okay."
"He always takes Willow never me," Leon looked up with bright blue eyes
Clarissa wiped his tears "I'll always pick you."
Leon pushed Clarissa "Thanks I guess, but your a girl so it doesn't matter."
"The Queen said girls are equal in Scotland," Clarissa said pushing him back
The guards stood at attention; Leon motioned for them to leave them alone

"Let's go play in my Chamber," the prince said slightly irritated with the guards.

 

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“Dad did not have the will to say no, huh?” Yuri Anhalt-Zerbst, future emperor of Russia, said as he stood at the head of a table with a map open and different figures placed in various places. It was the map of the war ongoing between France and Russia. “Not for a second. He knows how much I want to do this.” Irina happily said, almost bragging, as she leaned over the table to get a closer look at the map. “So, what’s the plan, Yuri?” She asked with a sly look on her face.

Even though people would come to know Irina as the Blood Hound of Russia or the princess who rode into battle, Yuri played arguably the most important part in this entire war. He never rode out into battle, their parents forbade him lest they lose the heir to the throne. But he found a role that suited him much more, head strategist. Soon enough, he was the one giving orders to all the knights on the field.

“Let’s see, overall plan is for you to not end up dead.” Yuri joked as he moved some of the figures around on the map. “I won’t end up dead. Doubt any of them could even touch me, let alone get a slash on me.” Irina said cockily as she walked towards her older brother and laid a hand on his shoulder and leaned over the map with him. “So tell me, what are my orders? Want me over here? Or with this squadron?” Irina looked over the map and picked up a horse shaped figurine and looked at it closely as she ran around the table and away from her brother.

“Don’t play with them, sis.” He said as he chased her around the table. Irina laughed as she continued to evade her brother for a few more moments before stopping and giving him the figure back. “Thank you.” He said exasperated but still had a smile on his face, he knew it was all in good fun. He placed the horse back on its place on the map. A serious look passed over his face and Irina knew he meant business.

Standing tall, she saluted him and addressed him, “Awaiting orders, Your Royal Highness.” Yuri put two hands on the table before taking a deep breath, trying to get used to the fact that his little sister was going to go out on the battlefield, under his command. If Irina got hurt, it would be on him, whether someone blamed him or not. “Princess Irina, you are to join squadron 4 in the front lines. This group is the best of the best, so be sure to keep up. Serve your country well. And…” He faltered a bit as he shut his eyes tightly, trying to get the thought of an injured Irina out of his head. “And return alive. Are my instructions understood?” He said with conviction as he opened his eyes to look at his sister. “Understood, Your Royal Highness.” Irina said as she saluted him once more.

With a wave of his hand, the doors opened meaning Irina was dismissed and she would be set to ride out to meet with her new squadron. “Yuri,” Irina stopped as she called out to her brother. Looking over her shoulder she confidently said, “They can’t touch me.” And with that she walked out of the room and went to set out to the front lines.

Saying goodbye to her dear mother, Empress Anastasia, and brother once more, she mounted her black mare, Anna, and took off galloping. The journey was a bit long but nothing unbearable. And soon enough she reached camp, where she’d be living for the time being. As she wondered what her squadron would be like, Russian soldiers gathered around Irina to say their greetings but also they gathered around her intrigued. They wondered if a 13 year old girl could survive out in battle or in the barracks.

She greeted everyone nicely before making her way to a tent, to see her father, Emperor Andrei. “Your Grace, sorry to disturb.” Irina moved the tent flap and saluted. Her father was standing at the head of the table with generals and leaders on either side, a map much like the one Yuri had laid out. All eyes were on her, though she didn’t feel the slightest bit nervous. “No disturbance at all, родная!” Her father exclaimed happily, outstretching his arms for a hug.

Irina came over and jumped into her dad’s arms. She was always a daddy’s girl ever since she was younger. She laughed as her father lifted up into the air, like she was 5 years old again. Once she was finally let down, the rest of the men in the room bowed their hands as they addressed her. “Your Royal Highness, I’m glad you could join the fight for our glorious country.” One of them said with a hand on his heart. “Of course, It’s the highest honor. Now, please continue with your plans. I plan to meet my squadron and get acquainted. I’ll take my leave now.” And with that she went out to the tents to find where her new family would be.

Two men polished and sharpened swords when Irina came into the tent. Before they even got a chance to speak, she told them to be at ease. “Promise me, don’t treat me as the Princess of Russia, but as a comrade, a soldier who fights for her country.” That was all she asked of them. She didn’t ask for protection, friendship, or respect, all she asked was that they treated her as an equal, and they agreed.

In time, Irina learned all about them. 15 year old Lev was the squad’s best rider. He could probably befriend any new horse that joined the cavalry. While 18 year old Igor was the squad’s best bow user, arguably the best bow user in the entire Russian army. When questioned why he was in a close-combat squadron, he said he couldn’t leave Lev alone, the pair had been close ever since childhood. And finally their squad leader, 21 year old Maxim, Irina thought he had the mind of a genius, just like her brother. Apparently, he was a close friend of Yuri’s and served as a sort of proxy for him here in the front lines. These men, this squad, would grow incredibly close, training, eating, and fighting together. Even after the war, Irina saw these boys as her brothers in some way.

They were dispatched in a few small fights, in villages and the like, but never out into the major battle. But soon enough something big would happen. On an off day, seemingly like a mini vacation, all the squads were on a break. It seemed like both sides didn’t have anything planned. That was until Maxim came rushing into their tent. “Armour on now! Surprise attack from the French on the left side of the planes. MOVE NOW!” He commanded as everyone rushed to their horses, putting on their gear, and grabbing their weapons, preparing to defend.

Irina didn’t have time to mount Anna, so she settled for a spare horse at the stables that was ready to ride out. She seemed nervous, her first big battle and they were practically unprepared, no one expected a surprise attack. “Relax, everyone is nervous for their first big fight. I won’t be by your side, but they will. Don’t worry, the entire army has your back.” Igor came up and rested a hand on Irina’s shoulder as he tried to calm her. A quiver was worn at his back and a bow in his other hand, he was staying in the back line. “Right, good luck out there. Igor.” She tried to give him a reassuring smile as she bid him goodbye before mounting the horse and riding out with Lev and Maxim.

Once the French soldiers were in fight, Irina drew her sword, trying to clear her mind to focus on the battle approaching. Soon the clashing of blades and shields could be heard. Arrows from both sides were raining down onto the planes. And Irina was seemingly in her element, dodging slashes, getting hits on enemy soldiers, even maneuvering her horse with such ease. But the Russians seemed to be losing, they weren’t prepared for an attack out of the blue and of this size.

Irina found herself in a sort of duel with this one soldier, he was good. Blade work was to be envied and he was strong. But she held her own, parrying his attacks and staying on her horse. “A girl on the battlefield. You don’t belong, why did they even let you ride?” He taunted as he rode closer to Irina. “I’ll show you what this girl can do!” She yelled at him as she moved forward trying to get a hit on the man. And she did get a hit, she smirked as the man clutched his arm in pain. But she saw a glint in his eyes, but she didn’t know what it was. “You’re going to regret that, you Russian bitch.”

And before Irina could say or do something, she felt a pain across her stomach. A scream of pain could be heard as she fell off of her horse. Her vision was getting blurry, but looking down at her stomach and hands, red, that was all she could see. Her consciousness started to slip, but before the darkness consumed her, she heard the voice of Maxim yell. “THE PRINCESS HAS FALLEN! EVERYONE ATTACK WITH FULL STRENGTH! СРАЖАЙТЕСЬ ДО ПОСЛЕДНЕГО ДЫХАНИЯ ЗА ПРИНЦЕССУ!”

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, she was laying down in a bed. She heard someone speak, "She's incredibly lucky. If that Frenchman had struck her any lower, I'm afraid her ability to bear a child would be long gone." As Irina awoke fully, she groaned a bit as she tried to sit up to no avail. "Awake, you're awake! I may not be religious, but thank the gods." Her eyes went wide a bit as her mother rushed to her side and sat in a chair. "And don't try to get up for a few days. It's all my fault." Her brother had tears in his eyes as he knelt on her other side and clasped her hand in his.

Seeing her brother hopeless, she took her other hand and stroked Yuri's hair. "Hey, it's definitely not your fault, it's mine for being cocky. I thought I could take any Frenchmen that came my way." She comforted him but he wouldn't let up. "If you didn't hear the doctor, you could've lost the ability to be a mother." Irina just gave a soft chuckle. "Yuri, I could give a flying fuck about whether I could be a mother or not, as long as I stay alive. Sure it would be nice to have kids in the future, it would certainly make it easier to find a husband but if I'm not alive to live my life, what does all of that matter? It isn't your fault. Pick yourself up, you can't lead an army like this, brother mine." She told him, lifting up his chin at the end, she gave him a small smile to get him to stop crying and fussing over her.

"Does your mother get a hug at least?" Her mother joked as she outstretched her arms, her mother and mother were similar in that regard, their love language was physical touch. "You can come give your daughter a hug, according to the heir of Russia, I'm not to sit up anytime soon." She said sarcastically as Anastasia went down to hug her daughter. "I'm glad you're alive, although it's a shame that the stitches needed to be done. Don't worry, my darling Aleksi was the one to do the stitches." The mentions of stitches made Irina take a look at her stomach, and low and behold, a long wound with stitches was right there across her stomach, now that would scar for sure. But the stitches were clean and well done, Aleksi was one of her mother's lovers who was a doctor.

"I knew Aleksi was a keeper." A voice boomed as some people entered the infirmary. That loud booming voice could only be one man, her father. Turning her head towards her father, she noticed 3 men walking behind him, her squadron. “Of course he was a keeper, he delivered both Yuri and Irina after all.” Her mother released her from the hug and stood up to kiss her father. “All right out here, my love?” He asked her mother and Anastasia reassured him that she wasn’t as fragile as he thought. After that sweet moment with his mother, he turned his attention to Irina.

“Feeling alright, родная? Those Frenchmen will pay, I promise.” Her father practically vowed as he placed a kiss on her forehead. “Yes, feeling alright, father. Nothing hurts anymore, everything’s fine.” She smiled at her father, putting the man at ease. But she couldn’t help but look at her squad standing a bit away from the royal family and Andrei noticed. Looking at both Yuri and Anastasia, he said, “Come along now, you two. A squadron is like a second family, let them have their time.” And with that, they said their goodbyes, leaving the squad alone.

“Rinnnaaaaaa, we thought you died.” Lev said, almost crying as he walked over to Irina to give her a massive hug. “Everyone thought you died for a second there. Maxim made it seem like you died.” Igor chuckled as he walked beside Lev. “Alright, I admit the phrase, ‘The princess has fallen.’ does make it seem like you died, but I was furious.” Maxim stepped to the other side of the bed and sat in the chair her mother sat in.

Once Lev let go of her, Irina said, “I’m glad all of you are here, but tell me, did we win?” She looked at Maxim for the answer. “In a way, we ended in a draw, the French retreated after every Russian soldier looked like they were out for blood.” He joked. That was when the group laughed and talked as they told Irina what happened on the battlefield.

After that injury, Irina still insisted on fighting with her squad on the front lines. The next major battle was where Irina finally earned the name, ‘Bloodhound’, after defeating many French soldiers.