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Im pretty sure these are the first women to ever appear on this blog

That makes me either the straightest or gayest person

Also I lied sorry guys im too lazy to draw all the previously posted men realistically. maybe some other day

So I tried to get some ideas together for a James Francis Edward AU where he doesn't actually know he is a royal prince and I haven't shown it to anyone so here it is:

• Baby James (or Jamie as his nickname) is born to his parents in the summer with discontent immediately growing throughout England at the thought of another Popish monarch, of course.

• It leads to the final cue getting sent to William to invade England. James leaves London and prepares the army to fight but gets struck down by his nosebleed while preparing for battle, causing him to command a withdrawal back to protect the city, faces the withdrawal of chief soldiers and also his daughter Anne who goes to William and Mary instead, causing a full nervous breakdown so basically just like the actual events really. He ends up sending Maria a request to flee to France with their newborn son.

• During the Dutch Invasion, however, Maria and little Jamie are recognised and seized while trying to escape England and are put under house arrest in Whitehall Palace. James is also put under arrest before he gets a chance to escape and is basically now stuck at St James's Palace.

• James is put on trial and found guilty of treason. This leads to him getting beheaded, like his father, Charles I. Maria is distraught and is banished from England with Jamie.

• After this happens, Maria and Jamie are sent away to Italy where Maria ends up as a nun. She however ends up dying young and leaving little Jamie on his own. Little Jamie is now left in the care of nuns, unaware of his birthright or his family.

What happens next has yet to be seen.

Ok mutuals, here is what's probably going to be my introduction for my AU about James Francis Edward (I haven't got a title for it yet). I ended up just writing this for my Creative Writing class and I think it's okayish hopefully:

"By the grace of Almighty God, the Queen has delivered of a son."

He had been told this was his introduction to the world. His introduction to his birthright and his introduction to the people that would get rid of him and his family.

James Francis Edward knew by heart what happened next, which made his heart break. Soon after his birth, the signal was raised for the Prince of Orange to invade England and depose them. And as soon as that happened, the the people of England, the very people who were meant to rejoice for the newborn Prince had immediately said he was not real. Smuggled in. Through a warming pan of all things.

Maria Beatrice, his mother had been ordered to flee with him by the King. They were banished not long after to Italy, Maria's home country, settling in at the Monastery of Sant'Antonio in Polesine. They were here because they were not allowed to be seen as royal and anyways Maria had planned to become a nun before she was betrothed to the King of England.

The nuns at the Monastery of Sant'Antonio had immediately taken them in as their own, watching the little boy grow up with eagerness. Little Jamie had been raised with a strong faith in God, a well needed relationship. He was now kneeling at the crucifix, praying quietly, murmuring under his breath: "Holy Father, help me, help us all. Help me get my father's throne back, please. I hate what I have caused. Amen." Unable to hear what he was saying, in the background, Maria and two other nuns slipped away into another room. "Your child is so devout, Sister Maria. He prays all of the time."

"I know" came the reply. "Poor little thing. I will wait on him."

She watched her little boy pray for the time being, noting the resemblance between him and his late father - a victim of the axe. Jamie had his stately figure and was rapidly approaching his namesake in height with a big curly wig that definitely showed the resemblance when worn.

Finally, Jamie finished praying, startling as soon as he turned around to notice his mother sitting there, silently gazing at him but immediately recovered and lowered his head into a bow. "Mother" The name came out awkward and unsure of himself and he didn't like that at all. "Mother I haven't kept you waiting have I?" He was now beginning to panic.

How long had she been sitting there?

"Jamie, dear Jamie, don't be silly, of course you haven't kept me. You must always say your prayers daily." The boy immediately walked over to his mother who instantly took his hand into hers - but not after hugging him close to her chest and stroking his hair.

"You are becoming such a handsome young man, my darling" she whispered into his ear. There was a hint of melancholy in her voice and he knew what it was about.

His mother loved him very much, the poor thing. After numerous miscarriages or children not surviving infancy, she had no doubt been overjoyed to be delivered a son. Her husband, James II of England had no doubt been grateful for his heir to come at last. Yet the child didn't feel the same way at all.

I mean, what do you expect, when your very birth caused your family to lose everything?

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