"𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦,

𝘈 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮.

𝘎𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳,

𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳."

Lover: Icarus Pilts

Children: Nebula Butterfly

Wand Taste: pomegranates 

Cheek Marks: dark purple upside down triangles

Princess Lucille the Illusive was born to Queen Portia Butterfly and Soren Blackbird, inheriting not only the royal Butterfly lineage but also the cunning intellect of her father. From the moment she entered the world she seemed to belong more to the shadows than the light, a child who was always there yet somehow never fully seen. Unlike her mother, who had been reluctantly thrust into power, Lucille embraced mystery as her greatest weapon. 

As a child, Lucille was notorious for vanishing without a trace, slipping through halls and passageways unseen. Servants whispered that she could walk through walls while appearing in places where no door led. It wasn't magic—at least, not entirely—but rather an uncanny ability to move unnoticed, a skill that made her seem more like a specter than a princess. Her tutors often struggled to keep track of her. One moment she would be at her desk half-listening to a lecture on Mewni's history and the next she would be found perched on the tallest turret, gazing at the kingdom below with an expression that was impossible to read.

Lucille was intelligent but rarely spoke her thoughts aloud, preferring instead to observe the world and make her own judgments. Those who underestimated her mistook her silence for indifference, but Lucille was always listening.... always learning. Despite being the rightful heir to the throne Lucille showed little interest in ruling. She had no patience for the politics of the court, no love for the throne room's suffocating decorum. Her true talents lay elsewhere—beyond the walls of the castle, where secrets thrived and unseen forces shaped the kingdom.

At night she would slip into the streets of the capital, disguised as a commoner, learning the pulse of Mewni not through reports, but through whispers in the taverns, the murmurs of merchants and the silent exchanges of thieves in the alleyways. She became something of a myth among the people—a nameless shadow who knew everything yet belonged nowhere.

Lucille did not crave power, but she understood it in a way few rulers ever did. While her mother ruled with patience and clever diplomacy Lucille ruled in the dark, influencing events before they ever reached the throne. She knew where every noble's loyalty truly lay, which merchant smuggled contraband, which whispers held truth and which were lies. And when danger crept toward the kingdom, it was Lucille—not the royal guard, nor the court advisors—who always knew first.

And it was Lucille, not her mother's council, who first uncovered the conspiracy against the throne. While Queen Portia believed Mewni to be in an era of peace Lucille discovered that a secret alliance of discontent nobles and foreign factions were plotting to overthrow the Butterfly monarchy. They saw Portia as a soft queen who ruled with patience rather than force. They did not fear her. But they feared the Elusive Princess. Lucille never confronted them openly. Instead she unraveled their schemes from the shadows, playing their own game better than they ever could. 

Forged letters exposed their secrets, whispers in the dark turned allies against each other and when the time was right, they fell—one by one never knowing how they had been undone. By the time her mother learned of the plot, it was already over. Portia learned what her daughter did and praised Lucille for her stealth and intelligence. Though she was born to inherit the throne, Lucille never saw herself as a queen in the traditional sense. She was not a ruler of courts and councils nor did she seek a crown of gold. Instead, she wore a crown of secrets and unseen power ensuring the stability of Mewni not through law, but through control of the hidden forces that dictated fate.

Despite her elusive nature Lucille was no hermit. She cultivated connections in places the court would never dare venture. She spoke with thieves and assassins, traded words with exiled nobles, and even forged uneasy truces with Mewni's magical enemies. The monsters of the kingdom knew her as a Butterfly who did not waste time on pleasantries but also one who never struck unless necessary. No one ever knew where Lucille's loyalties truly lay. Did she protect her mother's reign out of duty? Out of love? Or was she simply playing her own, unknowable game?

Lucille met a thief named Icarus and had a brief affair with him. The union resulted in the birth of Princess Nebula, a baby girl with dark red hair, green eyes, and gray spiderwebs on her cheeks. Lucille herself was the shortest reigning queen, only staying on the throne for 6 months. Rumors spread that she would one day vanish completely, leaving Mewni without a queen. And then one night, she did. There was no grand announcement. No abdication. No farewell. The queen who had spent her life living in the shadows simply became one.

When 13 year old Princess Nebula woke up the next morning she found her mother's crown and wand neatly placed at the foot of her bed with a note: "I am no longer needed here. Stay safe Nebby. I wish you and your father the best. I have not left because of you. Just remember that I will always stay in your heart no matter where I am. Much love, momma." Some say Lucille left Mewni to seek a greater purpose. Others whisper that she still watches over the kingdom, unseen but ever-present waiting in the dark for the moment her people will need her once more.

But the truth?

Only Lucille knows.