𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒.
All sentences on this meme have been taking from different media and sources. They all touch on the topics of romance, difficult and forbidden love, mostly setting in the political schemes of war and peace and royal court. Change names, locations and nouns and you see fit. Some lines might have foul language.
Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.
Could someone treat you badly and still love you?
Even so, in the midst of this complicated love, there is a holy union.
Love is complicated. It’s sticky. It’s bliss and it’s a mix of emotions. It’s not easy.
I hated him now because I has loved him then.
I'm not like you. I can't afford to be reckless.
When have I ever, since the first instant I touched you, pretended to be anything less than in love with you?
Are you so fucking self-absorbed as to think this is about you and whether or not I love you, rather than the fact I'm an heir to the fucking throne?
You at least have the option to not choose a public life eventually, but I will live and die in these palaces and in this family.
She wears a crown that never should’ve been hers.
Your wish is my command, my queen.
You can always leave my service.
Don’t you see, Diana? If I did that, I’d break not one but two hearts. For I know you love me, though you haven’t said it yet.
You do know me. I love you so much, it sometimes terrifies me.
You are going to regret that, Your Magical Regalness.
Just because I am a prince doesn’t make my life a fairy tale.
So kiss the others for all I care, but don’t hold back with me.
You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.
He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.
I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king.
I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.
You, what are you? The brat of lucky parents who were related to a childless king.
Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.
There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.
You can't treat royalty like people with normal perverted desires.
We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.
...alone is such a nebulous state when one is queen.
I respect you as my king, and I respect you as my father, but I do not respect you as a man.
You're the most important person I've ever met. And I should have never met you at all.
Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.
I find that happiness can always be recollected in tranquillity, Ma’am.
It's almost impossible for those who have had an intimate relationship to return to a formal one.
I question if within you is any magic.
You’re my princess, right? You were always going to be my princess, no matter what you were born.
The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.
For kings, the world is extremely simplified: All men are subjects.
A king deserves reverence when being addressed.
Yes, she had abused her title and station before, but for minor stuff, not to steal a warship.
You are a king worthy of their allegiance . . . with a queen full of fire and promise.
When God calls you into His Kingdom, your way of life will reflect royalty if you serve Him with loyalty.
My royal status is both a shield that protects me and a sword that impales my heart.
You know, for a pampered princess, you have a certain gift for violence.
I have to be seen to be believed.
Kings needn’t raise their voices to be heard.
That is your very own myth. The idea that how you are born or the name you are given dictate the sort of person you really are.
I know that names have power. That is why I cannot let her forget hers.
You’ll have to face it, Princess. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon enough. And you can’t be this scared when the time comes.
A bad king revels in his importance. A good one hates his office.
Crowns belong to those that serve.
She was their witch queen, and they adored her.
Beatrice is going to be queen someday.
Kings are only kings because one ancestor was quicker than another to place a crown on his own head.
Queen, do not allow a commoner to dethrone you. Own that throne. You are royalty.
A throne won in blood will soon be drenched in it.
My mother once told me that everything is fuelled by either money or sex, because both lead to power.
Even when she's dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.
She holds a nation’s fate within her shaking hands. She wears a crown that never should’ve been hers.
My reign has been anything but traditional. Let’s not start now, shall we?
Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky.
Every girl thinks about growing up in a palace. Few ever ponder living in a cage.
Climb up the family tree of any of them high enough and you’ll find a commoner who dared to take a chance.
Am I forbidden to do what all may do?
My arrival saved the kingdom, while his only reiterated that his blood would fill the throne one day.
Slow down there, princess. How do you know what kind of first impression you gave me?
So none of the young men we encountered during our season gave you hot pants for them?
If stubborness were all that was needed to be a good queen, I'd rule the world.
I’d decided that I was going to stop dressing like a princess and start dressing like a queen.
Don’t touch me. Don’t tell me how beautiful my eyes are, how soft my hair is, how you love to hear my voice. Don’t. Don’t pretend you are falling in love with me.
I know you are lying, and every word you say hurts even more.
Before the wedding, and the bedding, when I will have to take you as my lord and husband?
I may not be a king or a queen, but I'll be damned if I'm not treated like royalty.
He is fragile, like a prince of ice, of glass.
It is natural that men are going to gather round me, hoping for a smile.
Men only treat women like princesses when they want to use them like prostitutes.
You can smile when your heart is breaking because you're a woman.
I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him.
Anyone can attract a man. The trick is to keep him.
To save my son, I would plot with the devil himself.
Only fools wait when their enemies are coming, to see if they may prove to be friends.
When a man wants a mystery, it is generally better to leave him mystified. Nobody loves a clever woman.
I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust.
I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for your touch.
And you are the sort of mistress a man doesn't bother to marry. Sons or no sons.
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Getting the spouse to read The Thief and Y'ALL
He's too smart for this.
He's calling it! All of it!! He's picking up the hints and clues the first time thru with zero context!!!
I mean, there was this moment y'all may have seen, but also, just this morning:
"So, the magus is ethnocentric as heck and that whole scene was really gross, but also.... Gen is actually the King's Thief of Eddis, right? That's obvious? I feel like we were supposed to be distracted by all the storytelling and racism, but like.... It's not even subtle at this point."
and
"Obviously Ambiades took that food, right? My only question is why Gen let him get away with it...."
And the speculations are off in the right direction, too!
"So why is Gen here instead of with the King in Eddis? He was in prison for a while but nobody seems to be concerned or even aware that the King's Thief is missing from Eddis--at least the magus didn't, and he seems pretty aware of current events. But Gen isn't here on business, because what would Eddis want with Sounis's king's seal? So why is he here and not there...?"
I'm not saying a dang word, yea or nay, and he knows it. He's just speculating out loud, and I quote, "Because I need a witness to having called it when I turn out to be right." (And also because he likes watching me squirm when I'm forced to keep my mouth shut and put on my overdramatic poker face.)
I mean, he's been wrong, too. He's leaning towards "the woman who fell out the window" being a caretaker instead of his actual mom, or the alternate explanation that it was his mom and Gen's family had to flee Eddis for some reason or other, which is why nobody's worried he's gone. But he's also "keeping his thoughts open to new clues." But he's still been on the right trail more often than he's been wrong.
I'm gonna bust a blood vessel over here. He's too smart, guys. He's gonna figure it all out the first run through and I have no idea how.
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Humans are weird: The game of politics
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“Why do you wish to be senate president?”
Representative Isabella up from her notes at the question.
“I had not expected such a direct question from you Representative Mingil.” Isabella replied. She set down her notes and turned her full attention to the alien delegate. She had been asked any number of policy questions for the last two hours by members of the Universal senate. It was standard procedure for anyone running for the office of president of the senate.
Isabella’s nomination was historic in a way as she was the first human to ever be put forward for the position. The office of the president of the senate was an interesting one as one could simply not run for it themselves. A person in the running needed for another member of the senate to put their name forward as a candidate. In concept it was to ensure only those viewed as worthy by the senate body would be put forward, rather than any individual thinking themselves as worthy.
It had been an uphill battle as humanity had only been part of the senate for thirty years making them one of the youngest species in the governing body. Some of the questions that had been asked of her were just of that, but Isabella had been prepared and carefully deflected or alleviated any concerns. Only representative Mingil of the Won was still unconvinced.
“I simply wish to know what you desire from this appointment.” Mingil continued. “Given your species established precedent when it comes to leaders from your people.”
There was a hushed murmur from the representatives. Before Isabella could respond the chairman of the meeting cut in. “Would you care to explain that last remark representative Mingil?”
In response Mingil held up a large folder; rather dramatically for the hearing. “I have with me historical records of humanity reaching back several thousand years.”
She entered in several keys and a holographic display appeared between Isabella and the interviewing committee. Pictures of famous and notorious, human leaders scrolled across the projection.
“Throughout human history humans have risen to positions of power on the promise of bettering society for everyone.” Mingil began, “Yet when they had finally obtained the position they became corrupted, hostile, paranoid, and even tyrannical; as they then began to dismantle the very institutions that helped elect them into power to ensure that they would remain there until they die.”
The murmurs continued, the occasional gasp as a violent image passed the projection. Pictures of war, assembling armies saluting a human on a podium, fighting in the ruins of a city and so on; it was as if Mingil had found a video reel shown in a discount history class and was playing it for dramatic effect.
“Are we really sure that having a human as our leader is a safe decision?” Mingil finally finished, shooting a devious grin at Isabella thinking she had just destroyed her chances at the presidency. To her surprise Isabella was not shaking in her stylish shoes as she had expected, but rather looking up at the ceiling completely uninterested in the proceedings.
“Do you not find this conversation interesting to you? Mingil remarked snidely.
“Oh no, this was all fascinating.” Isabella replied with a chuckle. “I have some pictures from my vacation to Saturn you can put up next.”
Mingil shot a death glare at the few senators in the back gallery that snickered.
“I’m sorry, but if we are going to start dragging our histories into this discussion I think it is merely an attempt to derail this committee’s time.” Isabella turned back and looked at each of the committee members eyes.
“Senator Parvolg,” she began pointing to the Turoviene at the end, “your people once ate each other for sport, and senator Gingle,” she continued as she pointed to senator sitting next to Parvolg, “you once ate senator Parvolg’s people as you viewed them as a lesser species.”
Parvolg looked embarrassed as Gingle looked over at Parvolg nervously. His hand seemed to tense around the pen he was holding as if he was going to use it to defend himself.
“And you,” Isabella continued, pointing at senator Ideny who was next to Mingle, “your people started a genocidal war against your own people because half of them had a blue pigment in their skin.”
“That was over seven hundred years ago!” Senator Ideny shouted as she slammed her three fists against the committee table. “We have long since acknowledged how shortsighted and foolish we were!”
“Enough!” Mingil shouted. “Your attempts to deflect this conversation only highlight your unwillingness to answer a direct question!”
“Wrong!” Isabella shouted back as she stood to her feet. “I am merely pointing out the hypocrisy you have spouted against the human race when you sit side by side with former war criminals, cannibals, and whatever the hell you would classify what Gingle’s people did.”
Isabella walked around the table and stood directly in front of the committee.
“Each of our respective people has done horrible things in that past, none of us are free from those marks of shame; yet we stand here now not for the atrocities committed in the past, but for the achievements we have accomplished in the present.”
The committee looked amongst themselves unable to meet Isabella’s gaze. Even Mingil seemed to have lost her voice as she was well aware of what her people had done before joining the universal senate.
“Question…..withdrawn.” Mingil finally said as she fell back into her seat.
With that the committee meeting was ended and Isabella was allowed to leave.
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“Nice deflections out there.”
Isabella’s aide poured her a glass of wine as she sat down behind her desk. The blinds were drawn casting the office in various shades of orange as the sun set outside. The light reflected off the wine glass adding additional depths of crimson to the wall as if the room had suddenly turned into a horror dungeon.
“When your opponent is a child coming at you with a blunt knife it’s rather easy to step to the side.” Isabella sighed as she took her first sip. “Add her name to the list for elimination after I am announced as president.”
The aide nodded and pulled out a data pad. “Since her opposition was so vocal and recent may I suggest waiting until a year into your rule making a move? Acting early might raise suspicion.”
Isabella frowned but had to agree with her aide’s assessment. If her enemies suddenly started dropping like flies the game would be over within a week.
“Very well, a year in, but any longer and I might do it myself if I have to look at her smug face longer.”
The aide scribbled down the additional note. “By the current count you have 75% of the votes needed.” He added as he stowed the data pad away. “After today’s meeting I would expect it to raise an additional 7 percent.”
“Acceptable.” Isabella remarked. “Senator Vilrun hasn’t made any trouble since he put my name forward I hope.”
The aide looked disgusted for a moment before he regained his composure. “He remarked that he wanted an additional payment to keep quiet about the initial bribe to put your name forward. I had a quiet word with him and he has now retracted that request.”
This made the senator smile. “Keep up the good work like that and you’ll find yourself governing a star system once I’m empress.”
“Don’t you mean president?” the aide asked with a grin.
Isabella turned to look out the window as the sun finally set over the horizon. “For now maybe.”
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