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Philip stood to the side of the dance floor, watching the women twirling in their satin skirts and men in heavy brocade suits. He’d taken his turn dancing now and then, more out of formality than anything else. There had been a time where he’d enjoyed parties, dancing, the chance to try and make a pretty girl smile or laugh. But now, too much weighed heavily on his mind. Aurora, an alliance of their worst enemies marching through the front doors of Tristan’s coronation, the murder of Tristan’s father… It was hard to find the spirit to celebrate these days. Philip glanced to his left. Tristan stood beside him, too watching the dancers. It seemed as though there was as much on his mind as there was on Philip’s. Summoning a smile, Philip plucked up two flutes of champagne, offering one to his friend. “It’s a beautiful ball. Your mother must be very pleased,” he teased.

entranced in his thoughts of how much his father loved these balls, tristan barely noticed phillip beside him until phillip spoke. with him beside tristan, tristan could relax for a bit — a much needed company to keep himself from drowning out his own sorrows. he had his eyes on the monsters that had just entered his own castle ( likely for the second time ) that believed they owned anything here. this was tristan’s home. it always would be, and no one could take it away from him, but why did it feel so hollow? why did he feel like a stranger in his father’s - his throne room? with a deep breath, tristan accepted the champagne flute, letting the liquid ease his nerves. ‘ my mother nearly killed the servant who told her that there were fifty-one roses and not the exact fifty roses, ‘ tristan laughed, pressing the champagne glass to his lips. ‘ but at least snow is happy, & give or take the few road bumps, everything is okay. ‘ tristan pointed out the dancers. ‘ but tell me, what’s on your mind ? ‘

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𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 

Resplendent in his attire as he strode through the doors of the new King’s coronation ball, his natural air of foreboding and doom rendering the guards at the doors all but useless, The Demon King made his entrance. Flanked on either side bu his allies, his villain queens, Chernabog stepped among the gathered heroes and their mindless followers.

The terrified silence that fell fed the place where his soul would be. “ Pray, ” he stated cooly, “ Don’t stop on my account. ”

the sudden rush of cold air could only mean one thing had happened, and tristan immediately rose from the throne. his eyes darted to snow — making sure that she was alright in the face of the queen, but after that his eyes fell upon HIM.  the one who had caused tristan so much suffering. he couldn’t find his mother in the crowd, but he knew that the scream that had occurred was her voice — the same voice that had called for tristan when she had found his father. with a quick step, he stood a mere feet away from the monster that had created this all. ‘ YOUR KIND ‘  tristan decreed, feeling the weight of the crown on his head. ‘ is not welcome here. ‘ 

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“she certainly knows how to throw a ball.” snow chuckled, glad to see that tristan was at least trying to enjoy the night. she had been worried about him, knowing that everything that had happened in the past couple of days. a giggle passed her lips as he pointed out the person. “plague masks scare me.” she laughed, eyes widening. “they look like giant birds that might kill you.” she gasped before laughing once again.

‘ can you imagine that ? ‘ tristan joked, taking snow’s arm for a dance and leading her towards the center of the dance floor.  with his arms around her, he spun her, laughing. ‘ a giant bird just crashing through the window ! ‘ tristan threw his head back, amused. ‘ that’s my greatest nightmare ! ‘ he hoped that the more carefree and happy he acted, the more he would actually feel happy. ‘ when i was seventeen my father used to tell me that ravens were unlucky so i’ve always thought that birds were less than ideal creatures. ‘ 

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     CHATRIAND,   TRISTAN  &&  GRIMHILDE,   AMALIA     @charminghqs   .

          THE GRAND entrance thrown by her and her colleagues was certainly a sight to behold,  and one she was very glad tristan and snow white got to see.   long ago,  amalia would’ve had no qualms with tristan or his family.   but that was until he’d meddled in her personal business and foiled her plans of finally offing snow white and her just as obnoxious sister.   and yet,  she still couldn’t bring herself to hate tristan,  never in the way she hated her step - daughters.   he was just a boy caught up in a family quarrel he had no real knowledge of.   she couldn’t fault him for that,  or for believing the lies his true love was more than likely running through his head.   even she had been that naive once.    ❝   congratulations on your coronation.   ❞   the queen speaks when the former prince approaches her.    ❝   it’s a shame henry couldn’t be here to see it.   i’m sure he would’ve been so proud.   ❞

this entrance was likely the last thing that anyone here needed, and tristan looked towards snow immediately at the sight of the queen — he had to make sure she was alright. he hoped that his mother would be fine too, and he cursed whatever war he had somehow ended up in now. at the voice of the queen, tristan tried to relax.  ( the very woman who had tried to take away the love of his life ) & the one who may have been involved with his father’s death. but at her tone, he couldn’t help but feel a little confused. how could this woman act so kind when she had created so much pain in the lives of those he loved. ‘ thank you, ‘ he managed, remembering how his father taught him never to strike first. ‘ i would welcome you for coming to my coronation, but with the present circumstances you might understand how i’m a little hesitant to do so. ‘ 

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"you’ve got to give it to my mother for being able to plan all this on such a unique circumstance,” tristan smiled, trying to enjoy whatever this was. the whole room felt empty without his father, but he couldn’t dwell on that now. not when snow looked absolutely gorgeous, and he was surrounded by his friends and family from around the kingdoms. even if his crown felt too heavy on his head, tristan tried to joke around with those around him. standing up from the throne with snow beside him, he pointed out some of his most favorite outfits from the night. ‘ snow, would you look at that ? ‘ he pointed to a more unsavory mask.     ‘  tell  me that doesn’t remind you of the plague ! ‘ tristan joked, perhaps letting all the drinks go to his head when he was so nervous. 

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“I guess it’s a good thing I’m not concerned with how many bouquets should line the aisle or what color the cape will be,” Philip replied. They used to joke all the time, and somehow attempting to make him smile seemed like the only thing he could offer his friend. Even so, Philip said it with a sorrowful smile, one that reflected the pain wracked in his own chest. Had he been a year younger, he knew he would have cried. But time changed things, time and other monsters. He still loved Tristan, he was the closest thing he had to a brother and King Henry had been like an uncle to him. He’d needed to be here, for Tristan and for himself. Philip slowly crossed the room, “I…I’m so sorry about your father,” his voice came out tight. “I came as soon as I was able.”

standing up, tristan immediately embraced phillip — a loyal friend who he knew he could count on whenever needed. at his words, tristan gave a small smile, warmed that phillip would arrive almost immediately & somehow manage to joke about such a serious situation. ‘ do you not remember when we were young & believed that when we would become kings our capes would be made of gold & we would stand on top of a mountain while our fathers rejoiced ? ‘ tristan let out a chuckle, wishing that perhaps he could relive that moment. ‘ times have  changed.  ‘  he  frowned, sighing.  ‘  it  is  a   tragedy  for   the  kingdom   &   myself,   but  i  cannot   sit   here   &  mourn.  not  when  the  person  who  did  this   is   still   at   large.  not   when   i    have   to  care   for   my   kingdom   &   family.   ‘   tristan slowed down, hands along his temples.  ‘  snow   always   can   handle   these   events   with    such   grace    &    i   can’t   even   create   an   address   for   the   people.   ‘  

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the brunette hadn’t seen tristan in a bit, and it worried her. she was more worried for the male than she was for herself. his father was gone. and there was nothing they could do to even try and bring him back. snow had gone through something similar before, but… she knew who did it to him. this… this was more of a mystery than anything else.

walking into the throne room, she saw the familiar silhouette sitting in the throne, a small frown taking over her features. as she walked, snow kept her footsteps as quiet as possible; not wanting to disturb tristan from anything that he may have been doing.

“wh-when was the last time you ate, tristan?” the question was quiet, eyebrows knitting together as she stared at him.

opening his eyes at the familiar voice, tristan managed to smile. in all that was happening, he had neglected to see snow today, too busy with the affairs of the castle & the mourning of his own father. he had rushed from his father’s room to the councils to the chambers too fast to get a moment alone with his wife — something he desperately needed now. at her question, he laughed, standing up and walking away from the throne he never belonged in. ‘  the last time i’ve  ATE  ?  ‘  tirstan repeated, taking her hand. ‘  snow,  i  can’t  even  think  of   the   last   time   i’ve   sat   down  for   more   than   ten   minutes.  ‘   he   responded, half heartedly. ‘ my mother  is   going    full   crazy  on   this entire  coronation,  which is starting in  just  moments   &     the  only  person  who  could   ever   give   me   advice  is   now   dead   &   i   don’t  know   what  to  do  anymore.  ‘ 

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sinbad always seemed to have a problem with boundaries. yours & mine ? a concept unknown to the captain. and so, one step before the other led him into the throne room. he had done well to dodge the guards – a skill hounded through practice. when he reached the door, the young man lingered in the door frame for a moment. dark hues scanning the room, and the rather silent prince. without further ado, he made himself visible. boots clicking against the ground he strode in as though he owned the place. perhaps he should have been modest, however, that was impossible for sin. ‘ my condolences, i look forward to that… ‘ his voice trailed off as he registered the room. ‘ you know, if i were you i’d open the windows in here. smells a bit fowl. you look like you could need a little sunlight in your life, that royal paleness of yours just isn’t cutting it. ‘ his mouth ran off, words came first, thoughts came– well, never. 

opening his eyes at the unfamiliar voice, tristan shifted on the throne. the uncomfortable feeling of it against him felt amplified in the eyes of another, making him wonder how this mad had ended up in the castle so easily. given the previous circumstances, he should probably change the guards. another matter, instead he sat upright, somewhat amused by the comment. ‘ some light couldn’t hurt, ‘ tristan decided to be agreeable now. the bluntness of the oaf in front of him came as a surprise, but he was at least amused and had something else to think about now.     ‘  royal paleness ?  ‘   tristan repeated, twisting his cuffs. ‘  and   how  did   you   happen to end up   in  my   dark   castle   then  ?   not  sure   i’ve   ever   seen  you  around  here. ‘ 

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A more accurate name would be “Prince Savage”

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mcrgianas‌:

with a curt nod of her head, the young woman took hold of a glass, before pouring a cup of tea for the other. morgiana extended her arm to pass him the cup of tea, ‘ it’s still hot, please be careful. ‘ with that she stepped across the room, towards the bulk of carpets she had in her reservoir. ‘ what sort of colors would you be interested in ? ‘ his words shook her slightly, ‘ i hope i am not speaking out of line, but may i ask what you mean ? ‘ she could be very perceptive, and something about the way he spoke, made her feel as though there were more to at this time. 

he accepted the tea with a smile, letting the warmth spread to his fingers that felt so numb from cold even on such a beautiful day. tristan nodded at her warning and watched her travel back.  ‘ my mother prefers reds & blues, ‘ he pointed out, remembering the most beautiful rug his father had brought her years ago . ‘ warm tones are more her style. ‘ he smiled, melancholy at the memory. ‘ my mother, she’s going through a lot right now. ‘ tristan pointed out, giving a small smile. ‘ my father recently passed, and things are changing quite quickly in both our lives. it’s, well, it’s an adjustment to put it simply.’ 

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when tristan had thought about his coronation, he had imagined it to be years down the road. he had pictured a peaceful succession from father to son, that his father would have given him many more lessons and taught him everything he needed to succeed. never in his mind had he pictured anything like this — anything so bizarre. when someone had told him his father had died last night, tristan didn’t believe it. he couldn’t. how could someone who was so alive and well yesterday just have been gone like that ?  how could this war have bled into his own home, when it hadn’t even started. sitting on the throne, he closed his eyes, imagining the craziness that would ensue at the ball and coronation. his mother had said the distractions would help, but he couldn’t help but ignore the emptiness in the room. for a moment, he tried to remember his father’s energy in a room, the way you could hear his steps, his voice, his regal authority. with his eyes shut, he barely noticed the footsteps until they were just a few feet away.   ‘ my       mother    has    the   details    for   the   coronation ,    i  am  not   involved   with   the  planning   at  all.   find   her   for   any  &  all  questions.  ‘   he had said this to so many people today they had all mixed together, so tristan continued to sit with eyes closed. 

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' that easy to kill a king ? ‘ tristan pursed his lips, bitter at such a distasteful response. ‘ my father was an honorable ruler & a fighter. this is only the beginning. ‘ 

“Well if it’s that easy to kill a king I’m thinking the impending fight might be a bit one sided. Takes some of the fun out of it if the all those reputable royals can be snuffed out in their sleep.”

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tristan had little taste for things so exquisite, but he knew that his mother would adore the carpets, such finery would only be found here. there was no place else that could even dare provide such comfort & beauty — in the wake of this all, tristan knew she would need it. ‘ that would be lovely , ‘ he responded, trying to drown himself in the different threads. ‘ at this time, such finery is very much appreciated. ‘

‘ as you can see the thread count is high ‘ the young woman paused, leaning over the object she was selling, ‘ it will last for years to come. there are of course more models, if you’d like to take a look at those. ‘ icy blue hues flitted upwards, meeting with the other’s. ‘ if you’d like to sit and enjoy a tea on the house, i’d be happy to show you a few carpets. ‘ 

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sorry for earlier lack of activity ! i’m going to reach out / answer plotting IMs after i’ve written a few responses to some starters to get things going on this blog ! thank you guys for your patience 

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╰   ｡  ·  °   ›  LION HEARTED .  

    ╰   ｡  ·  °   ›  INTRODUCING   PRINCE   TRISTAN   OF   ADORA .  

╰   ｡  ·  °   ›  BACKGROUND .

hi guys ! please meet your darlin’ prince charming ! otherwise known has tristan chatriand, heir of adora. 

 so  prior to snow white !  we have your basic golden boy he grew up always admiring his father the king, and knowing that he wanted to be a loyal ruler just as his father is. his mother taught him everything he needed to know about history and sciences, while his father introduced all the kingship arts to him. he had a very happy childhood, and being an only child, he received a lot of attention from his parents as well !

  and on to snow white  era ! we’re basically going to role with most of the canon tbh ? he rescues her / they live happily ever after / etc . i feel like he wasn’t that fleshed out & also kissing a corpse tndjsfnajsk we’re just gonna , clean up that mess but anyway they are HAPPY and healthy now 

present so now, tristan is preparing to become king one day along with looking into these rumors . he is an ABSOLUTE good guy, and he’d never join the villains & detests them beyond imagine so this is really scary to him ? he’s pretty horrified and worried about what’s going to happen honestly but he has faith in being a good guy      

╰   ｡  ·  °   ›  PERSONALITY .

   okay so some info about the guy !  he’s  incredibly loyal.   once you’re on his bad side, you’re not getting off any time soon, and if you cross one of his friends it’s over for you too. he’s so loyal to his friends and would easily die for them any moment of the day.  he’s   not good  at  writing speeches . everything he does has to be done right before or else he can’t do it.  i’m drawing a lot of inspiration from david nolan  (  ouat  )  in   my   portrayal   &   i   tried  to keep this fairly  barebones to be able to build ? but yeah plot with me  !!!

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Valour is not something you’re born with, but a quality to be learned, and one with great fears has the utmost potential to become one of great bravery.

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