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adhd-merlin · 9 months
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when arthur opens the door and the sunlight spills onto merlin but he justs stares at arthur's shadow and doesn't turn until arthur calls his name and then arthur says "it's a new day". do you ever think about it.
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blushingvisander · 4 months
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Expanding on discord server thoughts about Sarcean and the Sun King being siblings.
A sibling to keep by your side and to keep busy because you love them (don’t you?) but they are too ambitious to be harmless. A threat if left unsupervised. A sibling always in your larger than life shadow. In the shadow of the Sun itself. Unseen, never admired as you are but feared (you did that on purpose) so that they cannot triumph over you, so that nobody will choose their side over yours.
A sibling you let do the hard work.
And when they lash out at you, when they try to make a claim on what belongs to you, your cruelty knows no bounds because you are the one that knows them best. They are your sibling after all. So you take what matters most to them.
But with that betrayal, with all of those little betrayals, you forged the weapon that would slay you.
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bantarleton · 2 months
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Reception of the Grand Condé at Versailles following his victory at Seneffe by Jean-Léon Gérôme, 1878. The Grand Condé bows towards Louis XIV as laurel wreaths are laid in his path, while captured enemy flags are displayed on both sides of the stairs. The battle of Seneffe was one of the most brutal of the periods, with one French nobleman writing "we have lost so much by this victory that without the Te Deum and captured flags at Notre Dame, we would believe we had lost the battle."
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tiredsunrisesmeta · 4 months
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I'm currently in an "Ettore and Cyprian are descendants of the Sun King" conspiracy theory spiral, and I found a connection between that theory and Cyprian's name! So, in a previous post, I talked about how Cyprian used to mean "a prostitute, a lewd woman, a harlot" or "lewd, licentious, wanton." And the reason behind this meaning is because Cyprian references the island of Cyprus, where people used to worship Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Sex, in ancient times. So, how does this connect to Ettore or the Sun King?
Well, the villagers call Ettore "il Diavolo" or the Devil. The Devil is also known as Lucifer, who was also known as the "shining one" or the "morning star." According to Wikipedia, the name Lucifer" corresponds to the Greek names Phosphorus Φωσφόρος, "light-bringer", and Eosphorus Ἑωσφόρος, "dawn-bringer". But Lucifer did not refer to just any star, it was "the Latin name for the morning appearances of the planet Venus." The goddess Venus is the Roman counterpart of the goddess Aphrodite!
So, there are two ways in which this connects Ettore to Cyprian and vice versa. First, because of that connection to Venus/Aphrodite. And second and more obvious, a Star is the symbol of the Stewards. As the last Steward (besides Ettore), Cyprian is referred to as the "last star". But how does this connect to the Sun King?
Well, the Sun itself is a star. Furthermore, the imagery of the morning and the dawn that the name Lucifer brings with it is associated with the Sun. In Greek and Roman mythology, Lucifer was connected to many deities, including Sol, known as Helios in Ancient Greek. Much like Lucifer is known as the "shining one", Helios was often given the epithet of Phaethon, which means "the shining". Lucifer the Shining One and Helios the Shining. Notably, during one of Will's memories as Sarcean, the Sun King is described as "a Helios on a chariot."
So, in a very convoluted way, I have connected Ettore, Cyprian, Lucifer, and the Sun King all together 😅. Also, there's this passage at the end of Dark Heir that subtly suggests the Lady, the Stewards, and more specifically, Cyprian will continue the light bringing of the Sun King:
"The Light?" said Sarcean. "Today I have put out the sun."
"Light is not something you can extinguish," she said. "Even in the darkest night, there is a star."
Will gasped and came back to himself.
Cyprian stood in front of him, holding a sword.
Interestingly, this connection to the Sun King, the Light, and Lucifer also touches the Blood of the Lady. Visander calls Elizabeth "Lightbringer," which is possibly an even more direct reference to Lucifer than Ettore's nickname. There could also be an argument that James/Anharion's "fall from the light" is also a subtle reference to Lucifer. What does this all mean? I can't say. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything 👀
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captainsamta · 1 month
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Drew this just to use it as a profile picture. I don't know what it is. Please don't question its purpose
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I swear this was just supposed to be a sketch!
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a-sculpture-a-day · 9 months
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Louis XIV, Antoine Coysevox, c. 1686, marble, Dijon Museum of Art, France.
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Notorious Women ➝ Louis XIV’s Mistresses
“Just as he was a glutton for food, buildings and war, so Louis XIV's sexual appetite was voracious. The king was charming and handsome, for nearly thirty years he was irresistible and had no hesitation in exploiting his good fortune. Hope of capturing the King’s affection was open to any woman, he democratically slept with the very humblest to the most exalted”
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skyllion-uwu · 6 months
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Hit and Run In This Mundane World doodles I did on the plane ^-^ Most of them are The Sun King because I hate him but also NEW FACES IN THAT LAST PIC!!!! Those fellas are some of Shiko's assignments that he needs to send to Phitania!
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Book III/Part IX: ⚜️XIV⚜️
My father had not been dead long before events were set into motion that would change my life forever. I was too young to understand the chaos my father’s death created in court. Maman would say things to Mazarin I did not understand; whenever they spoke of me, I was present. I learned that as I grew up, I was there to remind everyone that I was the King, even as I was still in my minority. To some in the court, I was an obstacle that needed to be removed. It would be a few more years before I discovered what that meant—especially to my uncle Gaston.
The first time I remember leaving the palace as king was to sit on the lit de justice in the Grand Chamber of the Parliament. I did not want to go because we had to leave Philippe behind. I always wanted to have him by my side. As we grew up, I needed to have Philippe close to me—even when he did not wish to be.
That morning, I rose, had a bite to eat, and then was dressed by my valets in the finest clothing. I was led out of my bed chamber and into the hall where Maman was waiting. She took my hand and we made our way through the palace and into the light of day where a carriage awaited us. I did not notice much except the horses. There were so many of them on that day. As I was helped into the carriage by the footman, I noticed Maman speaking to Mazarin. When she was done, she was helped into the carriage, and sat beside me.
“Today is an important day, Louis,” she said to me. “You will preside over Parliament for the first time.”
“What is that, Maman,” I asked.
“Do not worry about that right now,” she said. “You are still young. I shall speak for you.”
As our carriage pulled away, I looked out the window. We were on our way to Paris. This would be the first time I would ride into the city as the King of France. I would not realize until I was older that it had only been 4 days since my father’s death.
On the way to Paris I fell asleep. When I felt the carriage stop, I woke up and looked out of the window to see the stone court of the Palais de la Cité. There were so many people there I was afraid to get out of the carriage. Once Maman had been helped out, she turned around.
“Your Majesty,” she said. “You must not keep the Parliament waiting.”
I knew she said those words loud enough so the crowd could hear. I hesitated but stood in the frame of the open door. The multitude fell silent. The footman helped me down. Maman took my hand, and we walked to the grand staircase. With each step, the people would bow to us. As we ascended the stairs, we were met by several men. The only one I recognized was my uncle Gaston. He bowed.
“Your Majesty,” he said. “It is good to see you.”
I nodded at him.
“You know why we are here, Gaston,” Maman said. “Louis is king now, and I will become regent on this day. It is only fitting, of course.”
“I was not aware this was something Louis would have allowed,” he whispered. “I can only imagine what you did to convince Mazarin of such a spectacle. My brother has not yet been laid to rest.”
Before mother could answer, we were greeted by several dressed in long red robes and peculiar hats. As they bowed, mother led me into the ancient halls of the old chateau. There were men and a few ladies lining the halls as Maman led me toward the Grand Chamber. Once inside, we met with shouts from the gallery.
“Vive le Roi! Vive le Roi!”
I was led to a special chair by two bailiffs on their knees bearing maces of gold. It was the lit de justice—a chair that was raised above the main floor. Draped in the royal colors covered with the fleur-de-lis, I was placed there beneath the baldachin. Mother sat beside me, yet she had to remain lower than the king. Soon, the room was filled with elaborately dressed nobles. When everyone was assembled, everyone looked at me. I was terrified. I wanted to go home. Thankfully, once the meeting was called to order, everyone’s eyes were on Maman.
I was too young to understand what was said among the counselors. On that day, my name was His Majesty. I had only been king for four days, yet they spoke of me as if I had ruled for generations. They must have known I was a child. I had not yet been breeched. Every now and then, one of the men would look at me and nod in obeisance as if to seek my approval. I was too afraid to move. I could only look at them with my eyes as wide as saucers.
After what seemed hours, Maman looked at me. She smiled and nodded to me. I knew then it was time to leave. I rose from my seat and everyone in the room bowed to me. On their knees, the two bailiffs from before helped me down and led Maman and I out of the chamber. In the hall, there was chaos that turned to whispers as we made our way back to the carriage. All I wanted to do was to return home and play in the gardens with Philippe.
“The power behind the throne can never belong to a woman,” someone said from within the crowd.
“Silence, fool,” a voice shouted. It was my uncle Gaston “You have forgotten that my mother, Queen Marie, did the same for the late king?”
We began walking faster as several men began shouting from behind. Our guards led all three of us quickly down the hall and into the light of day. When I was seen by the crowd, they bowed. Gaston escorted us to our carriage. Not since that day had I ever been so glad to be inside a carriage.
“I am moved by your kindness, Gaston,” Maman said from the window. “I will remember it.”
“I hope that you will, Madam,” he said, as he looked at me. “Your Majesty.”
I waved at him. I felt our carriage pull away and begin its journey home—which I learned was to the nearby Palais-Royal. When we were safe behind its gates, I stepped out. The servants were there to greet us. I saw Mazarin walking toward us. Before he reached us, I heard the familiar sound little feet running in my direction.
“Louis,” Philippe shouted as he ran toward me nearly knocking Mazarin over. He embraced me excitedly.
“Philippe,” Maman said, as she stepped out. “Behave.”
“You’re Majesties,” Mazarin said calmly. “It is good to see you.”
“Go inside,” Mother said to me.
Without a word, I took Philippe’s hand and led him toward the palace doors.
“Where did you go,” Philippe asked.
“I tell you later,” I whispered. I wanted nothing more than to forget. For the first time, I realized my father was dead and his death ended my childhood.
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After supper, I was bathed then dressed for bed. I noticed more valets in my chambers than usual. They occupied themselves with my clothing. I knew that new clothing had been made for me before my father died, but few pieces were befitting a king. As they busied themselves, went to the window. Darkness had fallen and all I could see were the shadows of people flitting around the gardens. I did not know what they were doing or if they were real. I imagined them as dark angels that had lost their way to heaven.
“Your Majesty,” a voice called to me. I looked to see Mazarin bowing into me.
“I do not like that word,” I said. “I am tired of hearing it.”
“You are king, Your Majesty,” he began. “From now until your death, everyone must address you as such.”
“Even Philippe,” I asked.
“When in court,” he answered. “And whenever you are performing your duties as king in the presence of your subjects.”
I stared at him as if he had spoken gibberish. How could I be a king when I could barely read or write? What little I had learned came from my governess. My wet-nurse had only left me less than two years prior. I was not ready to rule a kingdom.
“I want Papa,” I said.
“I know, Your Majesty,” he said walking over to me. He kneeled down and looked at me. “Your father was a king, and so must you be. He is in Heaven now but he will always be with you.”
“I am only a child,” I said, trying not to cry. “How can I be a king like Papa was?”
Mazarin smiled tenderly. I could tell he was trying to comfort me as a father would a son.
“Kings are not born, Your Majesty,” he said. “They are made over time. No king that ever ruled knew everything upon ascension. Child or Man, you will learn. I will make sure of it. But, it is late, and you must get some sleep. You must rise early.”
“I know,” I answered softly. “We are going to lay Papa to rest.”
He nodded. As he rose, he did something unexpected. He picked me up and carried me to bed. He pulled the covers over me.
“Good night, Your Majesty,” he said.
“Good night,” I answered.
He smiled then saw his way out. Not long after, I fell asleep. An hour later, I felt the familiar warmth of Philippe lying next to me. He was beginning to become a comfort to me. I drifted back to sleep.
“Louis,” I heard a voice say. I thought I was dreaming. It was the voice of a man, but there were no men that called me by that name since my father died. Philippe’s voice was juvenile; he had only recently learned how to pronounce my name properly.
“Louis,” the voice said again. I sat straight up. I looked across the dark room to see a shadow slip out into the antechamber. Philippe was sound asleep. I decided to follow. I quietly climbed out of bed and into the next room. I followed it into the hall. There were no guards at my door.
“Louis,” the voice whispered in my ear. I jumped as I turned to see my father.
“Papa,” I squealed, throwing my arms around him. I was too happy to notice he was cold to the touch. “I thought you were gone forever.”
“I came to see you before I go,” he said as he knelt before me.
“Where are you going,” I asked.
“You will find out one day,” he said. “But for now, you need not worry. You have your whole life ahead of you, Louis.”
“Papa,” I started. “I do not want to be king. I do not like it. No one calls me Louis anymore.”
He laughed.
“No one called you Louis except for me and your mother. And Philippe, of course.”
“Philippe! He would want to see you.”
“No,” Papa answered. “He needs his rest. Tomorrow will be hard for him.”
“I do not understand, Papa.”
“Remember what I said to you at Versailles,” he asked.
“You told me to watch over Philippe for you,” I answered.
“He will need you more than ever, Louis,” he began. “There will be times when all you will have is each other. Let nothing come between you and Philippe. Promise me.”
“I promise, Papa,” I whispered.
He smiled and stood up. I realized that I could see the hall through him.
“I was a king first, but a father forever,” he said. His voice began to fade. “The last of which brought me the greatest joy I had ever known. Be well, my son. Until we meet again.”
With those words, he was gone. I turned to see the guards holding one of my chamber doors open as Philippe slipped out.
“Louis,” he said. “Why are you awake?”
“Do not worry, Philippe,” I said as I took his hand. “Let us go back to bed now.”
“I had a dream, Louis,” he began as we headed into my chambers. “I saw Papa. He is not coming back.”
As the guards closed the doors, I stopped and looked my brother.
“No, Philippe,” I said. “He is not coming back. He is in Heaven.”
“I want to go there,” he said.
“One day, you will,” I said. “But not yet. I need you here.”
“Why?”
“Who will play with me in the garden if you go away,” I asked.
“You can play with Joujou,” he said.
“I would rather play with you than a puppy,” I said. “Besides, I would miss you.”
“I would miss you, too, Louis,” he said. “But Papa might be lonely.”
“He is there with the angels,” I said. “He is not lonely, I promise.”
Philippe yawned and rubbed his eyes.
“I will stay,” he said. “Papa said I had to.”
I smiled at him. I did not know whether to believe him or not. We went back to bed and slept peacefully until dawn.--The Secret of the House of Bourbon–XIV by Jaynaé Marie Miller. 10-2-2023
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Versailles
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sir-klauz · 1 year
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“He might be the sun my dear. But you, are the star. I do not know if you’ve noticed, if if the sun rules of the day, it is the stars that ruled a night.”
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blushingvisander · 3 months
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The Sun King to Sarcean to Visander to Devon pipeline. Taken advantage of and applying that same violation to the next vulnerable thing in your reach. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes with malice, sometimes because you didn’t consider it any kind of violation at all. What’s inflicted unto you you must inflict onto others kind of deal.
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ahrasliaayahanambar · 4 months
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SO I WILL ALSO DO THE INTRODUCTION
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU
☀️ AMON, THE SUN KING ☀️
And
❤️‍🔥 ASMODEUS, THE KING OF LUST ❤️‍🔥
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mamacat1409 · 2 years
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☆ My Art Commission ☆
Painted by IG @/flowrinirwolf
Leon de Param (The Sun King)
Book: A Mage Reborn
Author: @mage-parivir
Publisher: Hosted Games
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captainsamta · 7 months
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King Louis XIV of France
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