"𝘗𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘥e𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵,

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧,

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯,

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧."

Spouse: Soren Blackbird

Children: Lucielle Butterfly, Dusk Butterfly, Polly Butterfly

Wand Taste: corn

Cheek Marks: gold wheel of Dharmas ☸

Princess Portia Butterfly was born to Queen Lyric the Lazy Witch and King Percy, rulers of the Butterfly Kingdom, on a warm spring morning in the heart of the mystical realm of Mewni. She was born with dark orange hair, gold eyes, and golden wheels of Dharmas on her cheeks. Her early years were marked by comfort and a serene life within the palace walls. Portia grew up in the shadow of her older sister, Princess Skywynne, a poised and responsible young princess who was deeply admired by the people for her wisdom and maturity.

Portia's childhood was spent largely in the palace gardens or lounging in the royal chambers, a reflection of her mother's tendency toward indolence, which Portia inherited to some extent. Queen Lyric, despite her magical prowess was known for her lazy carefree attitude, a trait that Portia often mirrored in her own approach to life. She was not particularly concerned with the duties of the royal family and much preferred to bask in the beauty of the Butterfly Kingdom rather than dealing with the demands of her position. King Percy, on the other hand, was often preoccupied with his own ventures, leaving the responsibility of ruling to his more capable elder daughter, Skywynne.

Despite the privileged life, Portia often struggled with the fact that she was always in Skywynne's shadow. Her older sister was everything Portia wasn't: responsible, graceful, and endlessly admired by everyone around them. While Skywynne was showered with praise for her beauty, wisdom, and magical prowess, Portia felt like a forgotten child, constantly overlooked and ignored. As Skywynne excelled in every way, Portia began to internalize the belief that she was unimportant. She felt like the spare princess, the one who would never be needed, who would never be the one to inherit the throne or make a difference. Portia loved her sister dearly, but deep down, she couldn't help but feel sadness and resentment. She had no special magic of her own, and even though she was loved by her family, it was Skywynne who had the future, and it was Skywynne who had the respect of the kingdom.

Portia spent her days in the background, quietly watching as Skywynne took center stage in everything. It was difficult for Portia to see everyone fawn over her sister while she was often left to the margins, her accomplishments dismissed, her presence ignored. She found solace in the solitude of the palace gardens or in the pages of books, as far away from the public eye as possible. Portia's natural inclination to avoid the limelight grew as she struggled with feelings of insignificance, unable to compete with her sister's shining presence.

However, when Portia was just 10 years old, everything changed. The tragic events that unfolded during Skywynne's wand ceremony altered the course of Portia's life forever. The royal family had gathered for what should have been a joyous occasion, but chaos struck when dragons, once kept in the royal stables, were accidentally released. The rampaging beasts set fire to the palace, and in the midst of the flames, Princess Skywynne shielded Portia from the worst of the destruction. Despite her valiant efforts, Skywynne was gravely injured. The princess clung to life for days but ultimately succumbed to her injuries. 

The death of Skywynne, so sudden and violent, left Portia facing a reality she was completely unprepared for. Witnesses say that, "the young princess collapsed to the floor and rolled around like a dog while wailing loudly. When people tried to put her on her feet, she just fell back down and continued her display of sorrow." As the younger sister, Portia had never been groomed to take the throne or the wand. She had no magical training beyond the basics and was not familiar with the complexities of royal rule. To make matters worse, her mother straight up abandoned the throne and the kingdom, leaving Portia to rule with only her father. Skywynne had always been the one to assume duties, and Portia had always been content to step aside.  The people of Mewni mourned the loss of Skywynne, and Portia, in her grief, found herself thrust into the role of Queen, a position she had never asked for and never expected. 

Poor Portia was suddenly the one expected to carry on the legacy of the Butterfly family but with no experience and no preparation the weight of the crown felt suffocating. In the days and months that followed, Portia struggled to step into her new role. Despite her natural kindness and a growing sense of responsibility, Portia was overwhelmed by the expectations placed on her. She felt the absence of her sister's guidance acutely, unable to fill the void left behind by someone who had been so ready, so capable. Her laziness, once a harmless trait now felt like an obstacle she couldn't afford. She spent long hours in the palace gardens, trying to find clarity, but the grief of losing Skywynne was all-consuming. How could she, who had never been prepared for leadership, possibly take her sister's place? How could she inherit the wand and the weight of an entire kingdom when she had no knowledge of the magical responsibilities Skywynne had carried so effortlessly?

Portia was forced to mature quickly, though she struggled to do so. She had to take on duties she was ill-prepared for—sitting in councils, meeting with advisors and learning to use the magical wand that had once belonged to Skywynne. She often stumbled overwhelmed by the magnitude of her sister's death and the responsibilities she had never expected to bear. Still as the months passed, Portia found strength she never knew she had. Though she could never truly replace Skywynne, Portia grew into a leader in her own right. She ruled with compassion and empathy taking after her sister's softer qualities but forging her own path.

Despite her lack of magical expertise and the burden of filling shoes she never anticipated wearing, Portia became known as "Portia the Kindered Spirit", a princess whose gentle heart resonated with the people of Mewni. Her reign was not marked by grand accomplishments or magical feats, but rather by her quiet strength and the bond she shared with the kingdom. Portia ruled not because she was born to but because she chose to honor her sister's memory, taking up the mantle of leadership, however reluctantly, for the good of those who relied on her. Queen Portia's first decree on the throne (at the mere age of 10) was to have busts and statues of Skywynne erected in the town square.

As Portia grew older, the pressure to fill her sister's shoes continued to haunt her. The citizens of Mewni who had loved Skywynne dearly, took longer to warm up to Portia. She was still seen by many as the sister who had never been meant to rule and the one who lacked the charisma and talent that Skywynne had so effortlessly displayed. Even as a queen, Portia often felt overlooked, as though people were still waiting for Skywynne to return. The constant comparisons were exhausting and Portia sometimes questioned her worthiness to rule. But with time, she began to carve out a place for herself. 

It was during Portia's late teenage years, at the Silver Bell Ball, a grand event held every year to celebrate the harvest moon, that she met someone who would change the course of her life in unexpected ways. The Silver Bell Ball was one of the most anticipated events in Mewni: a night of beauty, music, and extravagant celebrations. It was a chance for the royal families to come together showcasing their riches, dancing, and sharing royal duties in a rare more relaxed setting. Portia had never been enthusiastic about the ball—she'd always felt out of place in such high-society settings, especially considering the weight of her crown and the pressure to live up to her sister's legacy.

That year however, something felt different. The ball was held in the grand ballroom of the Butterfly Palace, bathed in moonlight and decorated with silver bells that chimed sweet melodies as they caught the wind. The atmosphere was magical, with swirling dancers in vibrant gowns and the finest of Mewnian nobles scattered across the floor. Portia, in her soft lavender dress that sparkled like stars, attended out of obligation with her usual discomfort masked behind a polite smile.

It was during the slow waltz of the evening, just as the orchestra played a particularly haunting melody that Soren Blackbird, a close cousin of the Redbird family, approached Portia. The two hit it off instantly and became very close friends. But tragedy struck once again when on the night of Portia and Soren's wedding, the groom got into a carriage accident. Soren survived but at the cost of his mobility: he was permantely paralyzed from the waist down. The news struck Portia hard. She felt cursed: everyone she was close to ended up in accidents. Determined to keep her husband safe, Portia became a helicopter wife. She never let Soren out of her sight. Finally she created a spell that granted her husband the ability to walk once more.

Portia went through 10 grueling hours of labor until birthing a healthy baby girl with black curls, storm gray eyes, and upside down purple triangle cheek marks. Portia named her Lucielle. She would go on to birth two more daughters: Dusk and Polly. Portia ruled for 25 more years before handing the wand and throne over to Lucielle. Both her and Soren lived to see the birth of their granddaughter Nebula before dying from heart disease at age 55. Portia was buried in the family crypts.