The Jambelongue dynasty carries an air of unparalleled, if anatomically truncated, majesty. To the uninitiated, their silhouette is startling: a regal head perched directly atop a sturdy pelvis, supported by legs that seem to stretch into the heavens. There is no torso to speak of—no waist to cinch, no chest to swell—only the pure, vertical triumph of the leg.
-"Look at the curve of your calves, Marie Louise," Queen Anne IV murmured with a maternal glow. "The peasants may have ribs, but we have stride."
Princess Marie Louise, twenty years old and equally condensed, practiced her courtly bow. Since she lacked a stomach to bend, she simply hinged forward at the hip in a display of extreme, compact elegance.
-"It is a heavy burden to carry such exquisite calves, but a Jambelongue does not falter. You should have seen the young Duke Rudolf trying to court me, Mother : he said he had never seen a woman with so little to hide and so much to walk with."
-"Let the commoners keep their lungs and livers. After all, what is a torso but a tedious distance between a beautiful face and a magnificent pair of legs?"
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I created those two on a whim, and being honest, I have plenty of ideas for them ^^Guess they are in a living in a 1700s setting in sort of Medieval Europe, like the Holy Roman Empire, with plenty other kingdoms, duchies, margravates or counties around.I've also got an idea for a rival/lover for the princess, but that's for a later pic!
Do you guys like them?