My Pseudonym

Queen Elisabeth Christine from Wikimedia Commons

Hello readers, I am Elisabeth, some random fifteen years old girl from Thailand who enjoys writing, reading, and watching football. I am at lost on what to do with my life and decided to create a blog.

Aside from contents here, I also write some articles in Thai Wikipedia under the name Kpbayernmunich

Well, actually I don’t know what is supposed to be on a blog or what not. So, while I am trying to understand this, please give my contents a chance!
Greetings, Elisabeth



Lady in the Mountain

Lady in the Mountain
(Short story)

By Elisabeth Christine

In the mountain stood a seemingly-abandoned castle. Thousand years old, this castle was once the permanent residence of the kings and queens of Rosenfort.

In the hall of the castle sat a golden throne, the only thing that could be considered valuable.

On the golden throne sat an old lady about the age of hundred, she wore a diamond crown, a marvellous gown, and a coronation robe.

In her arms was a corpse, that was her long-deceased husband, King Frederic.

No one was able was able to reach her, as she would start to fell into a violent rage, fearing that someone was going to take her husband away.

So they left her there, stinks, with only her dead husband as a company.

No trace of the formidable woman who had singlehandedly conquered half of Europe was visible.

Once the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, she fell in love with Duke Philippe of Orléans, the French prince who was shamefully thrown at her feet after the defeat of the French army.

She then married him, and together they became revered rulers of the most powerful country in Europe.

The queen showered her husband with golds and gifts, but her husband, still bitter that he was defeated by a woman, despise his wife with passion.

After the years of torments, the prince finally committed suicide.

The kingdom had lost its king, the crown prince had lost his father, and the queen had lost her beloved husband.

In grief, she ordered the ordered the servants to burned down all the golds and gifts she gave to the King, in hope that they would find there way back to him in heaven.

Other kingdoms used that opportunity to seize back their lands, and the queen was pressured to abdicate in favour of her son, the crown prince.

The crown prince moved his mother, now the queen dowager, to an isolated mountain, where nearby he had commissioned the building of a castle with those burnt golds.

After the years of gossips, they started to forgot their beloved queen.

How many had remembered the grand general who had defeated the French army eighty years ago?

They only remember the mad queen who had fallen at her husband’s death.

How many would remember the ex-queen of the kingdom, who once led this country to prosper?

All they remembered, if they had remembered at all, was the mad queen of the mountain…

Who was now wondering if she would live to see the golden castle’s glory…

Oh…how the mighty had fallen…

Inspiration: Queen Joana of Castile and King Philip I of Castile, but I made this story a little more dramatic.


Meihua and Lihua

The Leaves had already wilted, the lihuas had already fallen.

Cold and arid, the whole ridge was covered by the white snowdrops.

Amongst the remains of the dead stood a tree.

The plum. The Meihua. The Queen of Winter.

She stood there, covered by the dew, but still bore the grace of the queen.

She stood there, red and strong, against the storm of winds.

Time flowed, the winter had come to pass.

But the queen of winter still stands–even when it was not winter anymore.

Next to her stood the lihua, the freshly-bloomed flower.

But the lihua soon fell, leaving the meihua alone again.

My pseudonym

My name is, of course not Elisabeth Christine. It was a pseudonym I took from one of my favourite historical figures — Elisabeth Christine of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel-Bevern.
No, not the Holy Roman Empress. That was Elisabeth Christine of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel, the mother of Empress Maria Theresia.

This Elisabeth Christine was the niece of the above. She was born on the 8th of November 1715 in Bevern as the eldest daughter of Ferdinand Albert II, Duke of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel and Antoinette Amalie of Brunswick-Wolfenbüttel, the Holy Roman Empress’s younger sister.

Her life was quite uneventful. She received a rather superficial education, confining the to German and French conversations with a little of music and painting. She was married to Crown Prince Frederick of Prussia in June 1733. The marriage was arranged an was regarded as unhappy. Elisabeth Christine was devoted to her husband, calling him as ‘The Phoenix of our time’ but Frederick, having been married against his will, only visited her on formal occasions. He preferred Potsdam than Berlin where the Queen lived.

Elisabeth Christine by Antoine Pesne

Well, I don’t know why I like her so much. I first read about her when I was still in grade four, so young and full of nonsense. The book was titled ‘รักร้าวราชินี'(roughly translate to English as ‘Broken Loves of the Queens’, featuring the misfortunate queens and their love story. Unfortunately, I have lost the book some time ago and still haven’t replaced it yet.

I started to find more information about her. Somehow the more I know about her, the more I fell in love with her character and attitude. I even ordered a German book about her, even though my German is only basic.

I even got the inspiration for my current novel from her story!

Why do I use Elisabeth Christine as my pseudonym?
Well, I would say that the name reminds me of what I am doing. The urge to change history was so high but impossible so I decided to write a novel. She was my beginning in these things and would probably be the end of me if I could not finish it.

Actually, she was the reason why I am so interested in Germany!