There has been a flurry of activity at the palace over the weekend, and rumours abound of an impending announcement. Could we be seeing a date set for the Royal Wedding soon?
Daphné Aubert
@lareineaubert.bsky.social
La Reine de France Written by #DMV | #DSVerse
“Masquerade? Non, I have far too much to do today. I do know several people in attendance though. Give them my love~”
You ever just stare at the woman you love, while cradling their child, and think: "How did someone /that/ beautiful fall for me?" Look at her profile. The cut curve of her nose. Her chiseled jawline. Her cheekbones.
“Bonjour Paris~ M’avez-vous manqué?”
LaPrincessDArc made a post on her socials: Back in Domremy for a little while as my recovery continues. Petite Céline is enchanted by the first signs of spring.
Céline Isabelle Sophie D’Arc-Aubert, Princesse de France, Comtesse de Paris, Duchesse d’Avignon. You are more to me than all the riches and castles in France and all the stars in the sky. Ma belle. Ma petite fille.
The Royal throuple are pleased to announce the arrival of their baby daughter; Céline Isabelle Sophie D'Arc-Aubert. Princess Joan gave birth in the early hours of March 7th, both mother and baby are doing exceptionally well. Céline is a very healthy 6lb 5oz.
Daphné is there, of course, pacing back and forth in Joan’s room. She looks down at the floor, wondering if she’s worn a rut in it yet. “Are you well, mon coeur? Do you need anything?” It’s the hundredth time she’s asked, easily, but she’ll ask a hundred more.
"WNN Paris reported earlier that during a speech this afternoon, Madame D'Arc's contractions began. She was immediately rushed to the Notre-Dame de Bon Secours maternity ward. Apart from the obvious discomfort, the Princess is said to be in good health. We'll give you updates as they come."
Daphné ran her fingers through her wife-to-be’s hair, taking a gentle grip to tilt her head back, allowing her to plant a gentle kiss against her lips. She had been busy lately, so very busy. Running a country, planning a wedding… but these moments were what gave her the strength to push on.
That she did, loosening her hair from its ponytail and giving it a shake as she sat down between Daphne's legs. To think, they still had so much to look forward to. Their baby. The triple wedding. A no-doubt erotic, exotic honeymoon to follow... She was beyond happy.
Oh, mon coeur~ Oui, of course. Come sit yourself between my legs my love.
Ma Reine, would you do me the honour...~?
I may be royalty now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like playing dangerous~
"Effortlessly beautiful..." "Born to be a princess..." "A smile to make you melt..." "The cameras flock to her..." It is good to be free. To hear and read such kind, loving words.
What she wears around the residence is no one’s business but her own. And her wife’s. And her other wife’s.
Daphné had dreaded opening her eyes for the last months, knowing Joan wouldn’t be there. Every day, she opened them slowly, praying to see her beloved next to her, and every day she felt stinging tears as her bed was empty. She woke up this morning, her eyes slowly opening to find Joan lying-
“I couldn’t ask for a better blessing at the new year than the release of my beloved wife-to-be.”
Celebrating New Year with the two most important people in her life.
The Queen’s own entry for the 2025 Royal Calendar. Perhaps there is more to come?
A special sneak peek at the August photo for the French Crown's 2025 calendar~.
Jeanne, Queen Consort of France~
Jeanne Aubert-Kinsey...
They both fall to their knees for each other. The queen and her consort, hopelessly in love with one another~
Wife. Wife. Wife. Wife. Wife. Wife. Wife. Mon dieu, she's on her knees for this goddess.