Who do you think are some of the most underrated royals ? Why do you think some royals are loved/idolised more than others ?
I love me some royal ladies so I’d say the most underrated royals are Princess Tessy, Princess Mabel and Princess Claire. They’re all amazing women who don’t get enough attention.
Tessy was in the military, is extremely well educated, and campaigns across the world. I’d recommend following her on Instagram because she’s always travelling across the world at different conferences and promoting causes. I also love that she is a bit different. Her and her husband met at a young age, had kids out of wedlock. They did their own thing.
Mabel was one of the charity sector’s leading figures before she even became a royal! She founded War Child which is a global organisation. She showed so much strength when her husband was in a coma and then when he died. She is just a really admirable woman.
Claire is soooooo smart. She’s one of the most intelligent royals and has continued her studies as a royal. I think she’s graceful, confident and a perfect example of modern royalty. She also has the cutest family. Amalia is a cupcake
I think usually the royals closer to the throne get more attention and the more well known royal families get more attention again. The BRF are tied to more countries than any other family and also speak English so they’re obviously going to be famous. I think people are also quite shallow and fickle so if you’re young, hot, and glamorous people are more interested in what you do. But for a lot of people they do also earn those positions. Victoria’s openness about her eating disorder, her years preparing for royal life as a young woman, her warmth, and her genuine connection with the public has made her the most beloved person in the SRF. She earned it.
New Official Portrait of the Grand Ducal Family of Luxembourg: It was released in occassion of the National Day of Luxembourg, and depicts the Grand Duke and his wife in the center, along with their children and their spouses: Princess Claire, wife of Prince Félix; Prince Sébastien; Princess Alexandra; Prince Louis, with his wife, Princess Tessy; and the Hereditary Grand Duchess Stéphanie and the Hereditary Grand Duke Guillaume. 26th June 2015.
It was a very rare complete Grand Ducal family appearance in Luxembourg City today, when they all attended Prince Gabriel’s first communion at Église Saint-Michel. The Grand Ducal and Hereditary Grand Ducal couples were present, as well as Prince Louis, Princess Tessy, Prince Noah, Prince Félix, Princess Claire, Princess Alexandra and Prince Sébastien. May 24th, 2014.
Prince Louis and Princess Tessy of Luxembourg were in London at a Gala hosted by Jean Christophe Napoléon, Imperialist pretender to the Throne of France. Here pictured with Princess Marie Therese of Hohenberg and her husband, Sir Anthony Bailey. 25th November, 2015.
That was the first thought of the Quinto Espada came to, slowly becoming aware that, not only was he still alive, he was no longer in any pain. The last thing he had remembered before then was the searing pain in his lungs as he gasped for air, realizing that his lung had been punctured. After that, it was dark.
He tried to swallow, but realized his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth, dry. Unsticking it, he ran his tongue across the front of his teeth, but it was nothing more than one dry surface against another.
He opened his eye.
What greeted him was the familiar white ceiling of Las Noches. So some asshole had managed to find him after all that walking. He became aware of his body then, feeling it was laid out carefully. He flexed his toes and then his fingers to make sure they were all there.
Yep. Ten of each.
Next, he sat up, pushing himself up with his arms so he could get a good look of wherever the fuck he was resting. His body felt numbed by some kind of medication and blood was beginning to pound in his ears, but instinct made him ignore both inconveniences to scan the room. It took him a moment to figure out where he was, only answered when he saw how many monitors and drips he was attached to when he looked down at his forearms. He was in Las Noches infirmary. That fact alone made him grind his teeth together.
He fuckin’ hated the infirmary.
There was only one reason anyone went to the infirmary in Las Noches, and that was if you were injured. If you were injured, that meant you were too weak to defend your sorry excuse for an ass. With the toughest hierro of all the Arrancar, it was rare for him to even pay a visit to the sorry excuses for Arrancar that resided in their area of Las Noches.
If only the doctors, hell, if anyone were in the room at that moment, he would have spat right in their face. Shit, he wished to be able to spit in the face of every last Arracnar who had treated him and break their arms. Why did they bother to treat his wounds? Pity! that’s what it boiled down to. They looked down at him, he was sure of it. They pitied how the Quinto had fallen in battle and not been finished off. Pitied how he must have been found, half delusional from exhaustion, bloodless, and the heat that the Las Noches desert was baked with. Pity as he had fought against the doctors and nurses to try and leave his room, not wanting to deal with any of their shit. Pity as they were forced to give him enough sedatives to keep him pacified and sleeping so his wounds could begin to heal. Pity that they would need to spend so much effort to rebuild the Espada.
Without a second thought, he ripped the tubes and devices he was hooked up to off of his arms and chest. Blood seeped out from where needles had been attached. Lights flashed and a screeching wail came from one of the devices as a means to alert the staff, but he swatted the device down to the ground with a deafening crash. Pulling back the covers he lay under, he got to his feet angrily before nearly fell back into bed. The room was spinning from getting up too quickly after a prolonged period of rest. How long had he even been out for anyway? How many days had he been lying there like some kind of weak-ass Numero? These questions were buzzing around angrily in his head and he wanted some damn answers, now.
Leaning heavily on the bed for support, he waited for the spinning to stop. Weak, he thought in disgust. He was weak. Needin’ help from the fuckers in the infirmary! He clenched his fist and pulled back his chapped lips in anger, ignoring the splitting of skin and pain of tensing damaged muscle. Why the fuck did he deserve this hell! The longer he stood there, the deeper the cut on his pride became. He began to shake with anger. It was disgusting. He wished that someone, hell, something could walk into the room right now. He’d tear them apart with his own hands, ripping open skin, tearing muscle from the bone, and shattering said bones with his own teeth.
Taking a look around the room once more, he realized something that made his eye widen in alarm and his face noticeably pale. Santa Teresa.
WHERE THE FUCK WAS SANTA TERESA?
He leapt at the door to his room and nearly ripped the door off its hinges, stumbling into the seemingly empty hallway of the infirmary. If his throat wasn’t completely hoarse, he would have screamed. Blindly, he began to make his way down the hall.
Prince Louis and Princess Tessy have graduated from the Richmond American University in London yesterday; both of their parents were present for the event. The Prince now has a Bachelor of Arts degree in Communications, and his dissertation was on advertising campaigns from humanitarian organisations. The Princess did one in International Relations, and her thesis was on the rise of nationalism in Europe, taking the “Golden Dawn” party from Greece as an example. As for what is next for the couple, Prince Louis will be working in corporate social responsability, while his wife will be involved in a charity during the summer before going for a masters degree in diplomatic studies at the University of London during the fall. May 15th, 2014.