#Prince of Greece

[trexalicious]

You are greatly missed sir! Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh (born June 10, 1921, Corfu, Greece—died April 9, 2021, Windsor Castle, England)...RIP Sea Duke ❤

[leonisandmurex]

𝐹𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑆𝑂𝑁 || Andrew & Philip↪Philip & Charles↪Charles & William↪William & George

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh (born Prince Philip of Greece and Denmark, later Philip Mountbatten; 10 June 1921 – 9 April 2021), was the husband of Queen Elizabeth II.

As such, he was the consort of the British monarch from his wife's accession on 6 February 1952 until his death in 2021, making him the longest-serving royal consort in history.

🖤💜🖤

[hippocampuslikethreat]

In Tangeled, both in Czech and English, Flynn Rider's real name is Eugen (Evžen) which comes fron the Ancient Greek ευγενής /eugenés/ that literarly translates to "of good bloodline" used in the meaning as royal. Meaning, the name we all laughted at, because it's horrible is used as a foreshadowing in the movie. And since his character is nowhere near the original prince, it's all Disney's doing.

[aspiring-house-husband]

the goddess aphrodite does not approve of your relationship. that would be a little more threatening than it is, but she’s your mother, so you’re allowed to disobey her a little bit. 

you’ve taken a shining to this mortal prince, Psyche. He’s gorgeous. stunningly so. the two of you courted for a few months a while back- you dropped your bow and arrow in the long grasses and ran with him, barefoot and basking in the wind across the rolling hills. you laid your head on his chest in the fields and lifted a wing to shade you both when the sun came out from behind a cloud. you were in love with him, and he with you. you should know, you were the god of romantic love. you could recognize it when you saw it. 

your mother could too. and she gave psyche some stupid quest to win your hand. he performed admirably, of course, and by your pleading request your mother even granted him a palace to live in while he competed. but he could not see you for the sixty days and sixty nights it would take for him to complete her chores, or he would fail. 

and honestly, for a goddess, you’d think your mother would be a little more creative. 

when she turned her back, and moved to other matters, you would fly down to psyche’s palace. you’d slip in the window of his bedroom once you knew he was asleep, and you’d pull the bedsheets from his body. he slept nude, like he knew you were coming. like he knew the sight you’d want to see. 

you would lay your bow and arrow by the bedside and position yourself between his legs, you would prep him with sloppy tongue and loving lips. 

then, when he stood proud for you, you’d sit up and sink your hole over him, satisfying yourself of your need of his touch. you could not visit him, you could not see his loving expression as he held you, but you could still have him satisfy you. you bounced over him, moaned and whined, you pressed your palms down to his hips to keep yourself steady. 

and when he let out a soft moan and turned his head, you quickly went invisible. you froze, speared deep on his cock and squeezing around him, not moving nor making noise. his eyes opened, and he lifted an arm to the still-visible dent in the mattress left by your knee so that he could slide his fingers up your thigh. he found your hipbone, and you took his hand to guide him first to your chest, and he made sure to pop your nipple between his knuckles before he moved on and cupped your jaw. 

“good morning, my love, my Eros,” he breathed, eyes seeing through you but full of fondness regardless. “still, still until i fall asleep again. I’ll win you soon.” 

you did as asked. you kissed his knuckles before lowering his hand to the mattress, and kept his cock inside you while his breathing slowly fell to the cadence of sleep again. only then could you return visible again, and lean down to kiss his forehead before beginning to ride him again. waiting inside you all this time, it did not take long for him to cum, and you followed him easily, splattering across his chest while his dripped from you. you pulled yourself up on shakey legs to press a kiss first to his forehead, then his lips. you slid your bow and arrow around your shoulders, and after pulling your wings through the skinny window, took off into the night. 

he’ll see you again soon. 

[escapismsworld]

Tsar Nicholas II playing around with the princes of Greece and Denmark

1899

[foreverinthepagesofhistoryy]

Crop of a smiling Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna with father Tsar Nicholas II, 1st-cousin-in-law and 1st-cousin-once-removed Prince Andrew of Greece and Denmark, and probably Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna, 1910

[tiaramania]

TIARA ALERT: Crown Princess Marie Chantal of Greece wore Queen Sophia's Diamond Tiara for the gala dinner celebrating Prince Christian of Denmark's 18th birthday at Christianborg Palace on 15 October 2023.

[hughessdemon]

Congratulations I guess ? || J.Hughes

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summary : you finally graduated from NYU after all you moved there to be closer Jack , but you guys broke up after his debut . 2019

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location : NYU ||

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yourusername: we did it ! we are officially done with crying eyes out every day at NYU everyday , finally got my degree with Taylor swift 😝. Ft Achileas cause we the cool kids and my second cool dad 🤨

tagged: achi_of_greece , Taylor swift

comments:

lhughes_06 : okay smartass you graduated before me . proud of you tho come to nj soon !

~ yourusername: maybe should’ve stayed in Mich but thank you , soon maybe 😜

username458 : you’re a lucky imagine graduating with Taylor swift 😭😭

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Achi_of_greece : off to Greece we go 😫we partying out !

~ yourusername : ciao we in love with that idea let’s go 😍

_alextrucotte: congratulations lil sis !! when you coming back to Mich we miss you out here 🤥

~ yourusername: thank you Alex !! maybe in few weeks hopefully soon !!

jackhughes: congratulations 🍾 proud of you I guess

~_quinnhughes: : what’s I guess ? You’re not fun

_quinnhughes: proud of you lil kid , you’re finally grown . See you in summa kid !!

trevorzegras: Taylor swift ?!?!?! the audacity not invite me to your graduation 🤨

~ yourusername : maybe if you weren’t in the playoff you swifter . Also not even a congratulations ? 😀

Trevorzegras: oh you’re right , and congratulations little detective 🚨

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Elblue6: congratulations beautiful! you did well proud of you 👍

~ yourusername: @_quinnhughes @elblue6 thank you I miss you both , see you too quinnnie 🤍!

yourusername : @jackhughes thank you I guess ?

Alexiosgreece: congratulations to you both , glad to see walk today 🤍

~ yourusername: glad to see you as well , see you in a bit ☺️

usaferts: I’m here tryna figure out who’s she’s dating now , jack , alexio or achileas ? 😭

Olympiagreece: following in my footsteps honey I love you ❤️

~ yourusername: you’re my bigggest dream 🤭

NYU: let’s go detective !

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taylorswift: glad to walk the stage with you ❤️

~yourusername : glad to see you again !

trevorzegras: again excuse me ?!?!

Siennaschmidt: congratulations beautiful 😍

~ yourusername: oh ? thank you 🧍🏽‍♀️🫶🏽

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[thewhisperofzagreus]

But when you came, highest of the gods, your growl rumbled deep within me. The light of your sapphire eyes illuminated path, revealing the mystery of shadows, taking me out of pain. I saw your sharp fangs rip through our roads, I saw your venom kill the cruelty. For that, I call you Zagreus. I call you Lord Sabazius. I call you the Devourer of them all.

— Hymn to Zagreus

[shiverandqueeef]

fiction about historical figures who may or may not have actually existed. call that schrodingers rpf

[zumurruds]

Hello. Would you prefer to live in Akielos or Vere?

there’s only one real answer to this question:

[royalsofhistory]

Empress Elisabeth of Austria and her Corfiot palace through the eyes of the Greek royals.

Greece was destined to offer the Empress Elisabeth the hospitality of its soil. She chose Greece as the country where she would hide herself and her sorrow. At Corfu she bought a site of ground from an old Corfiote Statesman called Braïla, and on it she built the Palace which she called "Achilleion", after her hero Achilles, whose statue was in the middle of the top garden terrace, and represented him at the hour of his death, drawing the arrow out of his heel. When in Corfu, it was understood, she was to be strictly incognito, and her wishes were always respected. One day, suddenly, when we least expected it, she arrived at Athens, having travelled by the ordinary steamer, and called at the Palace accompanied by a lady -in-waiting. She asked the porter whether she could see the King and Queen. On the porter's inquiring who she was, she replied she was "the Empress of Austria." Whereupon we were brought down to verify that statement . It seemed impossible╴but it was the Empress of Austria! Needless to say she obtained her interview, and after half an hour's conversation she took her departure, insisting that her visit should not be returned by my parents. As she was anxious to study Greek culture, she decided to learn modern Greek, and applied herself to the task with great energy and perseverance. She engaged a tutor for Greek conversation. Her first was Dr. Christomanos, an author and poet, who wrote a charming life of the Empress, which was translated into several languages. Her last was Count A. Mercati, who afterwards became Master of King Constantine's household. Accompanied by her tutor, the Empress used to go off on a five or six hours' walk, all over the island; and even for the picturesque ceremony of combing and brushing her hair the tutor had to be present, talking Greek to her all the time. She learnt to speak Greek quite faultlessly. In the arrangement of her house the Empress took great pride, setting up the statues of all her new "Gods"; Sophocles, Euripides, Plato and Aristotle. She also had a statue of Heine, the poet, erected in a shrine. When the Kaiser bought the Achilleion, he at once banished Heine, and raised Achilles from his recumbent position into a standing War Lord, with gilded helmet and shield, so that the first sight of Achilleion should be his glittering helmet. It is a pity that the Empress tried to improve the natural beauty of the spot. Her lack of taste, I may even ungraciously say her eccentricities, were almost an eyesore. There was a grotto of artificial rock and mirrors, destined as a home for monkeys, who luckily never came to inhabit it. Though the island abounded in oranges, she sent to Italy for her fruit. The view from the terrace over all the plain of Corfu, with its olive groves groups cypresses on one side and the sea and the mountains of Albania on the other one of the most exquisite I have ever seen.

The memoirs of His Royal Highness, Prince Nicholas of Greece and Denmark, My fifty years, 1926.

I was a child when the Empress came to Athens and saw her only once or twice, but I remember her more vividly than many people I knew far better. I imagine it was the same with everyone who came in contact with her. Her brilliant, beautiful and restless personality left an indelible impression. She was so enchanted with Greece that she decided to build a villa in Corfu. The site she chose could not have been more beautiful, about twelve miles outside the town, set on a high hill overlooking the sea on one side and a chain of mountains on the other. But she was too impatient even to look at the plans and gave the architect carte blanche. So instead of the simple cottage she had intended he erected an orate and hideous palace lavishly adorned with frescoes, statues and bronzes of every description. This atrocity cost the Austrian Govemment twelve million crowns, I believe. The Empress's life was dominated by the fear of losing her beauty. As she grew older it became an obsession. Hours were spent every moring brushing the glotious brown hair that she wore gathered into two great plaits coiled around her head. This hair-brushing was a matter of solemn ritual. Any hairs that fell out during the process were carefully collected and presented to the Empress on a silver salver. If their number proved to be too many the entire day was blackened to her. Once a captain of a Russian gunboat reported that he had seen a yacht coming into the Piraus harbour with a woman seated on the deck whose mass of hair reached down to the ground while two attendants stood behind her brushing it. " That could only be the Empress of Austria." said my father, when he heard the story. Later in the day a carriage drove up to the Palace and a mysterious visitor was announced, a lady who refused to give her name. It was, as we expected, the Empress Elizabeth. She insisted on preserving a strict incognito while she was in Greece, although it seemed rather unnecessary, since everyone knew who she was. She detested nothing so much as being photographed, or even looked at for that matter, and always carried a large fan with her on her walks, so that she could unfurl it and hide her face from the passers-by. The Empress was a fine woman in many respects, far finer, I think, than most of her biogtaphers have represented her. Intelligent, intuitive, sensitive, she had all the qualities to make a great empress. But she was tragically lacking in a sense of proportion. Even in the small issues of everyday life she had no idea of modera-tion. She could not take anything up without making it a mania. While she was in Corfu she set herself to learn Greek, although she had gone there to rest. Now Greek is a complicated language and its study is hardly to be recommended as a restful pursuit. The Empress certainly did not regard it as such either for herself or any one else, for she wore out her two teachers, Count Mercati and Mr. Christomanos. Every day she walked ten or twelve miles with one or the other, talking Greek all the way and, even during the hair-brushing ceremony, one of them was always present reading to her. Her figure became another obsession with her. Although she was exaggeratedly slender when she came to Greece (she weighed, I believe, only seven stones) no Hollywood film star could have followed out a more Spartan regime. Her constant dieting made her irritable and depressed. Even when she lunched with my mother and father she would often eat nothing but a salad and some fruit, and she would start off immediately afterwards on one of her exhausting walks, skimming over the ground like a restless, beautiful wraith.

The memoirs of His Royal Highness, Prince Christopher of Greece and Denmark, 1938.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

BORN ON THIS DAY:

Prince Michael of Kent (Michael George Charles Franklin; born 4 July 1942) is a member of the British royal family who is 52nd in line to the British throne as of June 2024.

The younger son of Prince George, Duke of Kent, and Princess Marina of Greece and Denmark, he is a grandson of George V, nephew of Edward VIII and George VI, and first cousin of Elizabeth II.

Michael's mother was also a first cousin of Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, consort of Elizabeth II, making him both a second cousin and first cousin once removed to Charles III.

📷: Central Press / Getty Images / Tim Graham Photo Library via Getty Images / Ian Tyas / Keystone / Getty Images

[krasivaa]

ᴀ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ɪɴɢʀɪᴅ ᴏғ sᴡᴇᴅᴇɴ, 𝟻ᴛʜ ᴍᴀʏ 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶. ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss ᴍᴀʀɢᴀʀᴇᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴɴᴀᴜɢʜᴛ, ʜᴏʟᴅs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɪɴɢʀɪᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀs, ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ɢᴜsᴛᴀғ ᴀᴅᴏʟғ, ᴅᴜᴋᴇ ᴏғ ᴠäsᴛᴇʀʙᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ sɪɢᴠᴀʀᴅ ���ʀᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sɪᴅᴇ.

𝙶𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏 𝙰𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝚇𝚅𝙸 𝙶𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚏, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 (𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟺𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢) 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝙸 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚎-𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝟷𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚜!

~~~˚ʚ♡ɞ˚~~~

~~~𓆩♡𓆪~~~

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