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Emilia Fontaine

"Royals lives are very privilleged. Love is the only thing we are not privilleged in, few grow to love whom they are married to, they are the lucky ones.

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a character in “Our Royal Blood”, as played by Autumn_Sunrise

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F U L L N A M E
Emilia Isobel Fontaine

N I C K N A M E S
|| Emily || Emma || Em ||

A L L I A S
|| Her Royal Highness Princess Emilia || Princess Emilia of France || Princess Emilia ||

G E N D E R
Female

A G E
Seventeen Years

L O Y A L T Y
|| House of Fontaine || France || House Winsdor || England ||




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H E I G H T
5'5"

W E I G H T
110lbs

H A I R C O L O R
White Blonde

E Y E C O L O R
Beautiful Ice Blue with Golden Speckles

S K I N C O L O R
Very Pale, Fair







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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Emilia is polite and well spoken, but filled with a quiet determination that few see. It has always been a very well known fact that Emiliaโ€™s cleverness is equivalent to her beauty both of which she has in abundance.

Emilia has two different personalities, the classic Princess, well mannered, quiet, elegant, never makes a single mistake and always smiles, the perfectly behaved girl who could no wrong in the eyes of anyone, and then her true self. Though Emilia puts on a show for her parents and her people, she is still all those things naturally, it has been drilled into her every day of her life since the point she could comprehend; but Emilia also has a childlike look to the world and finds beauty in everything, good in everyone, she is also adventurous behind closed doors. and was always getting into trouble for running off when she was younger. Though shy and quiet when she firsts meets you, when you prove to her you are trustworthy she will open up and become more bubbly.

However, being a Princess, Emilia naturally doesn't trust a lot of people outside her family, but when her trust is earned you will have a friend for life.

Emilia is always full of love and her kindness never really seems to run out. though she has loved ones she cares for more than anyone, she is very diligent in caring for her people as well, showing them the love and kindness she believes they need to carry on. Because of this it has always been hard for her to pass judgement though as she grew older she learned how to put her feelings aside, listen to both sides of the story and come to a decision.

Emilia has a kind and rather laid back nature, though be warned, she can also become your worst nightmare very quickly, threatening her family, or anyone she cares about will bring that out in her and her kind nature will disappear so fast you wonโ€™t even know what happened.

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H I S T O R Y

Emilia is the first born child of five children to the King and Queen of France. Though she had a Brother he is the youngest of the five children making Emilia the next in line for her Fathers throne. A The age of three Emilia was betrothed to the Crown Prince of England, the next English King, in a marriage Alliance that was to bring peace between the two nations.

Like any royal, Emilia has had a very privileged life. Schooled in the castle, she learned to read and write by the time she was five, and was mastering horsemanship when she was six, though Emilia quickly grew tired of all of her studying and asked if she could learn the ways of a bowman, thrilled her Father taught her himself, though her mother was never happy about it.

Even as a small child Emilia was loved by the people of France, her kindness and good heart showed through even at a young age, when she would be seen sharing her toys with a few of the children who were not as luck as she was. This lead to her becoming best friends with one of the maids daughter who was the same age as Emilia, another thing her Mother wasn't all to happy about, but her Father didn't exactly mind. Emilia also spent a lot of time with at that time her only two siblings, her two younger sisters, and when her third sister came she spent a lot of time with her as well.

As Emilia grew, her free time became limited as her studies and duties came before all else. Her formation for becoming a Queen, a Wife, and eventually a mother were things she found tedious even as she reached her teen years, but she stuck with them to make her parents proud. Emilia's child hood friend Sophia, became one of her four Ladies in waiting but was probably the one Emilia when to most for help and guidance. Though because Sophia was a Maids daughter and in all way a commoner Emilie's mother made her life a living hell.

Emilia's younger brother wasn't born until she was fifteen, at that point she was busy with everything she had to do to prepare to go to England and wed its next King. When the plague hit panic ensued and the Royal family was basically locked up in the castle, no one came in, no one went out, and if you happened to catch the plague you were put in confinement in the cells and left to die.

Now Emilia, Her family, and her ladies are traveling to England to get Emilia settled in to her new life, and in her new home, as she will probably not step foot on French soil again.



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F A M I L Y T I E S

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Isobel Fontaine || Mother || Thirty-six Years || Queen of France || Alive

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Edward Fontaine || Mother || Thirty-eight Years || King of France || Alive

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Annalise Fontaine || Sister || Fifteen || Princess of France || Alive

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Elena Fontaine || Sister || Thirteen || Princess of France || Alive

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Lucille Fontaine || Sister || Ten || Princess of France || Alive

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Liam Fontaine || Brother || Two || Prince of France || Alive

So begins...

Emilia Fontaine's Story

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Character Portrait: Michael 'Mika' Windsor Character Portrait: Emilia Fontaine

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"I just don't see why she had to come. This is family business." Isobel looked over at Emilia who's sisters were sleeping against her and Brother was sleeping in her lap. "Sophia has been my best friend since childhood Mother, she is like one of my sisters, that makes her Family." Isobel scoffed at her daughters remark. "You are a Princess Emilia, and the future Queen of France, you cannot be seen with a common peasant!"

"Sophia is anything but common Mother. You worry to much." Emilia smiled gently at her mother before looking out the window, they were along the coast, fairly close to the English castle, Emilia loved England, she thought it was beautiful.




When they arrived, they had drown a crowd that stood in the front of the Palace. "Announcing His Royal Majesty King Lucas IV of England." Emilia looked up slightly, they were standing at one end of the Long path, and the Windsor family was at the other end closest to the castle. "Announcing her Royal Highness Queen Catherine of England, and his Majesty Prince Michael of England."

"Is that the Prince?" Elena asked with a smile. Emilia simply nodded slightly. "That's him, hes bigger, looks more like a man from when I last saw, but that is him." Elena made a smile childish noise the one school girls make when they like a boy. "He is so cute Em!" Emilia smiled gently at her younger sisters behavior. "I suppose he is." Emilia smiled slightly at her sister.

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Character Portrait: Michael 'Mika' Windsor Character Portrait: Emilia Fontaine

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The sounds of blades clashed in a section offset away from the castle itself where the general passerby would not be aware of the events taking place within while Prince Michael engaged with a weapons master to train and study himself pushing to try to survive through the studies that had started off difficult enough when he was a child and now here he was with a live weapon not a wooden training blade engaged in combat that was true enough. For all that while neither side tried to kill or maim the other there was no holding back - Mika learning to defend himself and fight by actually doing it day after day.

"Michael!" a familiar voice called out from across the soft grasses even as Mika's blade clashed clattering the weapon master's blade aside but no sooner had Mika parried aside the other blade than a dagger kissed lightly at his throat at his collarline of his leather hauberk, "You are late! The French have already arrived and here you are getting dirty!" the seneschal grumbled in readily apparent irritation, "Get changed!"

"I would have had you!" Mika cheerfuly exchanged as the weapon master laughed good naturedly as the prince stripped free of his undershirt and hauberk pulling on a clean undershirt and soft leather vest adjusting it so he would look appropriate and straightening up before the seneschal shoved the servant forward with the prince's dirty clothes herding the prince forward to meet with the French arrival jogging forward to stand beside his family a smile on his features - until he saw her and as his eyes looked to Emilia his face only barely managed to resist showing his features blanched.

Michael certainly had grown...his very existance a presentation of what had been expected of him. A young man who never seemed before to understand that a woman wasnt a boy now had a difficulty at the very mention of Emilia. Spending much of his time on the sparring grounds what was left of it was spent with tutors to learn or endeavoring to learn and attend the needs of his people.

Mika's nerves were a knotwork - patterned among the very fibers of his existance. Twisted and tangled among his thoughts and ideals. Just the sight of Emilia - and her familiar pale features and lightly shaded hair - and he could feel that it would take all he had in him not to stumble and fall on his face or just outright bite his tongue when he approached.

"On behalf of England...her people...and her throne...I welcome you as honored and respected guests..." Mika spoke softly after several moments of fighting to get the words out while his very being wanted to cause him to choke on what he wanted to say - what he needed to say though even as he spoke his head was bowed in what some might think was the utmost of respect to the representatives of France but the truth was that he couldnt find his voice when his eyes looked to Emilia's own.

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Emilia smiled kindly at Michael. "My family and I are grateful for your hospitality. It is wonderful to be back in England." Emily looked over to where little Liam was pulling at the skirts of her dress making a fussing sound, she smiled gently at the boy putting a hand gently on his head before kneeling down to pick him up softly kissing his cheek, she would hear about that later from her Mother, but her Brother was just as important to Emilia as anyone else.

The two families walked into the castle, Emilia walked by Michael still holding her brother, but now her three sisters followed close behind them instead of standing in a line beside Emilia. It was quite obvious she was the one that the younger children of the family looked up to, they were more inclined to be by their older sister than with their Mother, which wasn't all that rare with Royal families the eldest sibling was usually most like a parent. "Emilia. If I have nightmares will I still be able to sleep in your room?" Little Lucille asked with rather frightened eyes, Emilia took her sisters hand.

"Of course Lucy, nothing will change, I will still always make time for you, even in the middle of the night." Lucille smiled at Emilia before looking forward again. Emilia simply looked over at Michael. "I remember a time we used to run through these halls, as playmates. You were always faster than I was, I could never keep up." She smiled at the memory thinking of when they were children and duty didn't own their lives.




Emilia had joined Michael on a walk through the Gardens as her family got settled into where they would be staying in the guest wing of the castle, she gently had her hand in the crook of his elbow laughing a little bit a few things he spoke about as they talked. Emilia sighed seeing Sarah, the girl had always been horrible to Emilia and nothing seemed to change Emilia had the strange suspicion she was simply jealous. "Emilia how nice it is that you are back at English court." Sarah looked at Michael. "Mika." She smiled at him slightly, Emilia did her best not to roll her eyes, it was unlady like.

"Well, we have things to do Sarah, and for future reference, it is Princess Emilia." Sarah scoffed slightly. "Oh Princess, I am not afraid of you. You have no real power here, your only purpose is to keep our countries from Killing each other, and giving our Prince heirs for his Throne and his kingdom, you are nothing but a foreigner on soil that isn't yours to rule. You are powerless here, and why should I be afraid of a powerless Princess?" Emilia straightened up slightly, she wasn't going to get involved with this Sarah was simply trying to provoke her. "Michael, I haven't seen the stables yet. Do you still have all the horses you used to?"

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"It is a blessing to have you back..." Mika spoke calmly and clearly as he glanced to Liam as Emilia moved to collect her brother and yet the prince said nothing nor did his parents. Mika couldnt see any measure of negativity in her giving attention to her young brother despite that they were being presented to one another and if the prince didnt question it there was minimal reason anyone short of his parents should feel they have any right to question what she says and does.

As Emilia spoke to her sister Mika smiled gently looking to Lucille, "You are our guests not our prisoners...There will be no cause nor reason for your sister to be prevented from being in your company regardless of time of day or night...she will always be there for you just as she would be at your own home." Mika explained then paused, "The only change is that soon your family will be bigger...and she will be taking her place at my side."




While the family settled into their chambers in the palace Mika was readily willing to accompany Emilia though his steps were largely quiet - uncertain of what to say or do in her company though walking with her with her hand on the crook of his elbow he walked accompanying her watching over her protectively as they moved together and while Sarah spoke with familiarity of Emilia - it took all Mika had not to get outright upset by the words of the disrespectful girl.

"...I will not have you speak of my fiancee in such a way..." Mika spoke after several agonizing moments to Sarah, "...She may not be English but she IS my bride to be...my sheath...and I will have NOONE disrespect her and speak of her like she is nothing. She is MINE and as my future queen every bit of soil she steps on will be soil that she is fit to rule. She is by no means powerless and her future husband will have no qualms taking a stand against any and all who would speak poorly of her." Mika added barely managing to avoid his voice slipping into an angry growl though he was pleased to be distracted by Emilia, "I do have some of the horses I used to at the stables...we have others as well...new acquisitions...and I would love to show you..." Mika spoke calmly his voice and tone gentle and caring as he spoke to the girl he had no issue at all standing up for.

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Emilia smiled when they came to the stables a black mare trotting over to her from the middle of one of the paddocks, Emilia walked forward gently running her hand down the mares nose. "You are very beautiful." She smiled when the horse whinnied in a reply nudging Emilia's hand before turning and walking back towards the herd. She turned back to Michael with a smile. "I've always loved the horses here." She was happy to be back, though she felt like they would be pressured into many things, it would be times like these she would look forward to. "I've missed it here."

-4 weeks later-

Emilia was laying on the picnic blanket with Michael looking up at the clouds like they used to when they were little, her hand was gently linked in his, she let go of his hand for a moment pointing at a cloud. "That one looks like a horse." She smiled rolling onto her side to look at him, she moved slightly so that her head was just resting on his shoulder.

"Princess Emilia, Prince Michael...Forgive me for the interruption, but it is important." Emilia sat up slightly, the man had a sad expression on his face. "Princess...Your Father, he has grown ill..." Emilia felt her heart drop slightly she took her hand out of Michael's clasping her hands together setting them on her lap. "What kind of ill?" Emilia asked but she feared that she already knew the answer. The man shifted slightly averting his gaze, she had been so happy moments before. "The Black Death your Majesty...The King of France Is dying."

Emilia got up quickly, she didn't think she had ever run so quickly in her life, she didn't know if Michael had followed her or not, she assumed he had. When she came into the castle she headed straight for her Fathers room where to guard caught her before she could get to the door, she was in tears at this point. "Let me through!" The guard sighed softly. "I am sorry Princess, we have direct orders not to let you through, you could catch the disease."

"My Father is dying I demand to see him." Emilia said but her voice wasn't as strong now, it was shaking and tears were running down her cheek, she heard footsteps behind her to see Michael's parents and her own family. Lucille looked at Emilia with worried eyes. "Em, why are you crying? Is Daddy going to be okay?"

Emilia turned from her family for a moment to compose herself, she took a few deep breath before turning back mustering the best smile she could, she got down on her knees so she was about Lucille's height. "Daddy is very sick Lucy...But the Doctors are doing everything they can to help him." Emilia pulled the young girl in for a hug when she started crying holding her head gently. "Shh...Don't cry Lucy, everything is going to be okay, I promise." Lucille took in a few shaky breaths. "I want to see Daddy." Emilia held her tighter, "I know, Lucy, I know." Emilia looked over to where Michael was standing a few more tears rolling down her own cheeks, her two other sisters were holding each other and their Mother had her free arm around them, while Liam was in the other to young to understand what was happening. The whole situation made her heart ache.

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