foreign royal families


Royal Meme | ROYAL FACTS | [1/5]→ Isabel and Fernando, royal Europe’s great-grandparents

Europe’s Royal Families have historically intermarried among allies, but there is a family link that all of the current sovereigns share, from the Prince of Liechtenstein to the Queen of Denmark, all ten heads of Europe’s hereditary monarchies are descendants of Isabel I of Castile and Fernando II of Aragón, the powerful Catholic Monarchs.

545 years after their wedding, their major dynastic heir, King Juan Carlos I of Spain, reigns in their native territories, and with Prince Hans-Adams of Liechtenstein, Queen Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom, Queen Margrethe II of Denmark, King Carl XVI Gustav of Sweden, King Harald V of Norway, Prince Albert II of Monaco, King Willem-Alexander of the Netherlands, Grand Duke Henri of Luxembourg and King Philippe of Belgium, the King is the most famous living descendant of the couple.

Isabel and Fernando married their five adult children to powerful monarchs and well-connected women, resulting in fifteen grandchildren who became Kings, Queens, Emperors and Empresses, and whose living descendants include Europe’s current Sovereigns. 

The Riptide Prince

Complete | Verkwan | Historical/Royalty AU | 48k+ words

Choi Vernon doesn’t know what to expect when he gets shipped overseas to tutor the youngest son of a foreign royal family. He really doesn’t anticipate the whirlwind that is Prince Boo Seungkwan, nor the events of the next few months. In situations like this, he figures, you either sink or you swim.


anonymous asked:

Can you give some VerKwan fic recommendations?

Get ready for a buttload of Verkwan fluff, angst, and smut.

The Riptide Prince by boo98

Choi Vernon doesn’t know what to expect when he gets shipped overseas to tutor the youngest son of a foreign royal family. He really doesn’t anticipate the whirlwind that is Prince Boo Seungkwan, nor the events of the next few months. In situations like this, he figures, you either sink or you swim.

Thicker Than Water by Kpoprose

“Seungkwan was used to guys trying to become his best friend just to get close to Jinsul but with all the years he and Vernon had been friends, he’d never once thought he was one of them." or where Seungkwan is in love with Vernon but is sure Vernon loves his sister. (also its still ongoing but its really good)

Count On Me by seungsols

The number on one’s wrist indicates how many days left until one meets their soulmate. However, Hansol’s counter seems to count up instead.

In Bloom by miltonicsimile

Flying to Jeju Island, Hansol ends up stuck between his little sister and a boy he’s never met before. The flight attendant mistakes them as a couple, and neither of them bother to correct them, laughing it off. When they land they say their goodbyes, expecting never to see each other again. But fate has different plan

All of Me Loves All of You by Thelightslit (thelightslit)

Seungkwan is put on a harsh diet and Hansol is concerned.

Self Control  by etckhh

Being in love with your best friend takes a lot of self-control.

Possibly Maybe (I’m Falling For You) by KittyJihoonie (thenightbird)

Hansol doesn’t blush. And there are no butterflies forming in his stomach. His heart isn’t fluttering over a Youtuber, shut up.

Puppy Love  by Kpooping

At first it was hard to adapt, Hansol was shy and everyone said his hair was weird. There were 16 other boys in the small, cramped apartment, and there was no such thing as privacy anymore, no claiming things. He had to share. But as he laid his eyes on a boy, shorter than him and chubby in cheeks, with an attitude and lips as pouty as ever, he decided that he will be the only thing he won’t be willing to share. 

Where They Cant See by 17mounteens

Seungkwan decides it’s too early to wake up and pulls his covers higher. Vernon wants cuddles, or so Seungkwan thinks. … “…Please tell me you’re not grinding on my ass.

Kismet by twinklelou

Vernon hates living, but he doesn’t want to die. Seungkwan prides himself for being a big bundle of joy and positivity, but even the brightest star dies fast. They were two parallel lines that shouldn’t meet halfway, but somehow fate decided to intervene and mess with the norm. (Not everything is sunshine and bright skies)

Heartthrob by babypandatao

Seungkwan is upset. He’s angry, mad, sour, bitter, and all kinds of negative feelings because he’s certainly sure that he’s NOT in a friendly terms with the school’s heartthrob so please, somebody tell him the reason as why the fuck is this Chwe guy kissing him in front of all the students at the cafeteria?

Brown-haired boy by chan_the_dinosaur

Hansol meets Seungkwan for the first time.

Instinctively in Love by babypandatao

Seungkwan despises his status as an omega. And when the new CEO chose Seungkwan as his new personal assistant, he despises his omega even more. Why you may ask? Because his omega decided that the new CEO, the absolute fucking bastard Mr. Choi, is a compatible mate for him. Like hell he would want the stuck up brat as his mate. Right…?

That is all for now until I find more, people can recommend some more for me and others :”)

the riptide prince

Author: boo98 (butter)

Pairing: VerKwan, side CheolSoo, side SoonSeok

Genre: fluff, slight angst, romance, fantasy, kingdom!au, arranged marriage!au

Rating: PG-13

Length: multichaptered – 8

Word Count: 48,703

Warnings: none

Description: Choi Vernon doesn’t know what to expect when he gets shipped overseas to tutor the youngest son of a foreign royal family. He really doesn’t anticipate the whirlwind that is Prince Boo Seungkwan, nor the events of the next few months. In situations like this, he figures, you either sink or you swim.


Royal Meme | ROYAL FACTS | [2/5]→ Queen Sofía, Europe’s best connected royal

Granddaughter of a King, daughter of a King, sister of a King, wife of a King, mother of a King and perhaps someday grandmother of a Queen, there’s no other living royal with her connections. Among her ancestors there are Kings of Greece, Kings of Denmark, Russian Emperors, German Emperors, British and Hanoverian Kings and of course, the Catholic Monarchs. 

Princess Margaret

What was our favorite Royal Mess TM doingin the 1960s? Well, let’s see!

Margaret married the photographer Antony Armstrong-Jones at Westminster Abbey, on 6 May 1960. She reportedly accepted his proposal a day after learning from Peter Townsend that he intended to marry a young Belgian woman, Marie-Luce Jamagne, who was half his age and bore a striking resemblance to Princess Margaret ( a bit awkward). Margaret’s announcement of her engagement, on 26 February 1960, took the press by surprise; she had taken care to conceal the romance from reporters.

The ceremony was the first royal wedding to be broadcast on television, and it attracted viewing figures of 300 million worldwide. Despite the public enthusiasm, most foreign royal families of Europe disapproved of a king’s daughter marrying a photographer. Queen Ingrid of Denmark was the only foreign queen to attend the wedding.

Margaret’s wedding dress was designed by Norman Hartnell and worn with the Poltimore tiara. And she looked fabulous. Her dress was perfection, the tiara looked amazing and the veil, oh she was sheer perfection!

Margaret had eight young bridesmaids, led by her niece, Princess Anne. The other bridesmaids were her goddaughter, Marilyn Wills, daughter of her cousin Jean Elphinstone and Major John Lycett Wills; Annabel Rhodes, daughter of her cousin Margaret Elphinstone and Denys Rhodes; Lady Virginia Fitzroy, daughter of Hugh Fitzroy, Earl of Euston; Sarah Lowther, daughter of Sir John Lowther; Catherine Vesey, daughter of Viscount de Vesci; and Lady Rose Nevill, daughter of the Marquess of Abergavenny. The Duke of Edinburgh escorted the bride, and the best man was Dr. Roger Gilliatt.

The honeymoon was a six-week Caribbean cruise aboard the royal yacht Britannia. As a wedding present, Colin Tennant gave her a plot of land on his private Caribbean island, Mustique. The newly-weds moved into rooms in Kensington Palace.

In 1961, Margaret’s husband was created Earl of Snowdon. The couple had two children (both born by Caesarean section at Margaret’s request) David, Viscount Linley, born 3 November 1961, and Lady Sarah, born 1 May 1964.

The marriage widened Margaret’s social circle beyond the Court and aristocracy to include show business celebrities and bohemians. At the time, it was thought to reflect the breaking down of British class barriers.  The Snowdons experimented with the styles and fashions of the 1960s.

Besides being socialites, the Snowdons had a dysfunctional marriage, but later on that matter. They did have two children,but today it’s known that dear Anthony has sired more illegitimate children than Henry VIII and as the wife-murdering Tudor monarch he took his sweet time to acknowledge them.

Zutara week 2017 Day 1 - Fire Lady


It was time for a change.

Katara loved Zuko with all her heart - loved him from the minute she opened her eyes in the morning to the moment she closed them again at night (and as cliché as it sounds, it was true), but she didn’t love this. She and Zuko had been married for just under two weeks, and already she was doubting if she could really do this. It wasn’t the servants constant readiness to tend to her every need, or the expectation to know fire nation etiquette inside and out, or even the food (which, admittedly, wasn’t to Katara’s tastes). No, it was the people; more specifically, the people’s complete, unapologetic hate for her.

Of course, she didn’t think that the Fire Nation would just wholeheartedly accept a foreigner into their Royal Family, and Zuko had explained to her that for the past 100 years, the entirety of the Nation had been conditioned to hate all other parts of the world, but she still hadn’t really fully grasped how extreme their feelings would be until she saw it for herself - and boy, did she see it. She was constantly called a  ‘disgrace to the Fire Nation’, whispers of 'peasant’ following her wherever she was, paired with names that she didn’t quite recognise and, from the anger on Zuko’s face whenever they were said, were probably some kind of racial slur. It didn’t help that some people weren’t fond of Zuko to begin with, and while many were grateful for the peace the new Firelord brought, many others didn’t take kindly to the change, and in turn, gave them another reason to dislike the Fire Lady. And while a large amount of Fire Nation citizens were finding that the people of other nations weren’t too bad, the idea of a non-native becoming Fire Lady was all too much for most. The nation had never even had a Fire Lady of a darker skin tone, much less one of a whole different race, and the fact that Zuko had to change a whole law put in place at least a century ago stating that the Fire Lord must marry someone of Fire Nation descent (a rule that took a great amount of effort to change) definitely wasn’t helping.

And so, within three days of coming back from her one-week honeymoon, Katara had put up blue curtains in her room, and had attained a few beautifully made cobalt-coloured robes by the fourth. She wore both Zuko’s and her mother’s betrothal necklace proudly around her neck, and made it clear to everyone in the palace that she wasn’t going to trade her own culture with the Fire Nation’s, and yet she wasn’t happy. Of course she was upset at the public’s dislike for her, but even more than that, she was angry. And she knew that these people didn’t choose to be fed lies by power hungry leaders, but that didn’t give them the right to refer to her as a peasant and not even give her a chance as Fire Lady just because she wasn’t some rich pale fire nation lady that everyone was used to. But she did understand that many of the citizens just weren’t taught to respect other nationalities, and Katara knew that when people are uneducated, the best thing to do is to teach them.

She was usually good with public speaking, but making a speech in front of a huge crowd of people that really didn’t like her was more daunting than previous speeches she had made. Pair after pair of harsh, judgemental eyes followed her as she made her way up to the stand, head held high and mouth dry in anxiousness. Although nerves were making her slightly regret that she hadn’t prepared a speech beforehand, she knew she spoke best when she was improvising; and so, she took a deep breath, cleared her throat and began.

“Greetings, people of the Fire Nation. I know most of you aren’t very fond of me, and I know you all have your own reasons for that, but I am here today because of something we all want - peace. It is something the avatar fought for, it is something Firelord Zuko fought for, and it is something that I fought for too. Yes, the war is over, but its affects are far from gone, and it has left many with a hatred for other nations. I too felt the same way - about this nation - when I was younger, but travelling with the avatar and seeing different cultures, and such good people from each nation, including this one, brought me away from that hatred. I know not all of us get the chance to travel the world, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to fight this toxicity that the war has left us with. And to everyone standing here in front of me, I am sorry, because although your leaders might have started the war a hundred years ago, you are all victims. You were all brought up with the idea that other nations are bad, and even your schoolbooks were full of lies and propaganda, and I know you didn’t choose that, but I think we all understand that that is wrong. Don’t you want to fight against that - and fight for peace, and harmony?

I know having me as a Fire Lady is hard to adjust to, and I never expected to immediately be liked by you all, but now that the war is over, we are in a time of change, and whether you like it or not, I am part of that change. We have a long road ahead to achieve our goals and recover from this war, and I know that it will take time to earn your respect, but I think you should know that no matter how much you dislike me, I am not going anywhere. So maybe, in the future, we can build a path of peace together, and maybe, there will be harmony among the nations again. I, for one, hope that one day, there will be.”

There was silence when her speech ended. No booing or insults or an of the sort thrown at her, but no cheering or applause either. However, that very night, Zuko came home with a huge smile on his face.

“What’s got you so happy?” Katara asked, making room for her husband as he climbed into bed.

“I heard two women talking today about you, they were saying how they liked your speech, and that they would give you a chance and see how you do as Fire Lady!”

Katara raised an eyebrow in disbelief, “Did they really say that or are you just trying to make me feel better?”

“They really said it, Kat, word for word. I’m so proud of you, you’re going to be an amazing fire lady - you are an amazing fire lady. I love you so much.” Zuko beamed, kissing her on the cheek.

“I love you too,” she replied, unable to hide her smile; it would be difficult, but bit by bit, she knew she could win the Fire Nation over.


Through the Years → Willem-Alexander of the Netherlands (285/)

29 April 2011 | Crown Prince Willem Alexander and Princess Maxima of The Netherlands smile as they arrive to attend the Royal Wedding of Prince William to Catherine Middleton at Westminster Abbey in London, England. The marriage of the second in line to the British throne is to be led by the Archbishop of Canterbury and will be attended by 1900 guests, including foreign Royal family members and heads of state. Thousands of well-wishers from around the world have also flocked to London to witness the spectacle and pageantry of the Royal Wedding. (Photo by Chris Jackson/Getty Images)


So someone asked me to translate the bottom page, and on my search for information I found the top page along with it.

It’s two different parts of the story (which is apparently really long, like an actual light novel, geez. Did the other Korotan Books have this too? I should get those). What I have here are pages 16-17 and pages 48-49. From what I understand, the only reasons these pages are out are because these are the ones with illustrations. All others are straight text (there’s another illustration with Asano and the princess riding a bike together, but I haven’t found the related text for it). So it’s going to be pretty disjointed, jumping from the near beginning of the story to somewhere in the middle. Particularly for page 48, it was hard to tell who was actually talking without the context of the previous pages.

Long story short, this is a story with Asano Gakushuu from A-Class as the main character. I’m not sure about the time period, but Korosensei is there too, so. It seems that a princess from a faraway country has come to Japan together with her country’s ambassador (I think she just tagged along because she wanted to see Japan). Gakushuu, through whatever connection, was asked to be her escort for the day, likely because they’re around the same age.

Judging from the content on page 48, it’s the typical story of how a rich girl sick of all the security around her is trying to break away from them. Gakushuu’s having trouble keeping her in one place, it seems. But from that one illustration of them riding a bike together, I’d say that he gave in in the end (I think he borrowed a girl’s school uniform from somewhere because she changed clothes between illustrations).

Translation~ Translation~ My definition of fun~ How sad…

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On the Italian habit to talk with hands

Do you know how it’s said that Italians talk with their hands? Well, that’s completely true, it’s not some kind of false stereotype. There is a bunch of gestures with specific meanings, like for example if you close your fingers mimicking a bird’s beak and then you shake the hand you are basically expressing “what are you saying?” or “what do you want?”. And this is just one of the many that can be used to be understood from the other side of the street without shouting or that can accompany normal chatting, more or less consciously. People at times train themselves to not use their hands while they talk, to look more professional and composed, but generally speaking that’s totally a normal thing.

So the purpose of this post is to say that the “Italians talking with their hands” thing has a historical origin and it does not come out of the blue.

Italy, after the fall of the Roman Empire and throughout centuries up to 1800, was not an united country. It was divided in many little states and suffered quite a lot of invasions. In the south: Spanish ruling, invasions of Middle-Eastern populations. In the north/centre: French or Austro-Ungarian/German ruling. By 1800 the only Italian ruler in the whole territory was the Pope. (Italian families, like the Lorena in Florence, were still related to foreign royal families.)

This fragmentary situation of the territory and politics meant that no one talked “Italian” and all the dialects that still exist in modern Italy were actual languages. Dante’s Italian, that is Tuscany’s dialect, was the language of the noblemen, of the scholars and the academies, no one among the lower classes actually spoke like that. The problems appeared in cities like Venice, Genoa, Naples, which were huge international ports, and there you could listen to people from anywhere in the Mediterranean sea, with high percentages of Arabic, especially in Naples.

So, what do you do when you can’t speak a foreign language very well, and you don’t even understand people from other states in Italy, but you need to sell things, buy things, negotiate prices and in general make others understand what the hell you are even saying?

You talk with your hands.


Ancestors of the Prince of Asturias→ Foreign Monarchs: George II and Caroline, King and Queen of Great Britain and Ireland.

How?→ Their daughter Anne’s (the Princess Royal) great-granddaughter, Princess Henrietta of Nassau-Weilburg married Archduke Charles of Austria, Duke of Teschen. Their daughter Maria Teresa married King Ferdinand II of the Two Sicilies