you marry the villain to save your kingdom. (dark royalcore playlist)
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- Опубликовано: 21 сен 2024
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how are there only 12 comments? this is amazing. Boss man, pin me so i can say i was here before it got famous
plot twist: she's the villain, he's been married off to her.
Ahah! That was my first question: which of these two people is the villain? Thank you for voicing my thoughts.)
Exactly, Who ever said he was the villian? 😊❤
@@juliaflyagina6955 I think it's obvious that he looks more like the stereotypical villain. Especially for the black throne.
@@danielaorellana8216 Yes, it may seem so at first glance. But such a template picture is boring.) I prefer to think that everything is not as unambiguous as it seems at first glance.) But thank you for your opinion, it's logical.)
@@byheartsore Really? Wow! To be honest, I didn't look closely, thank you for saying that! :)
He had to marry her, no matter how much he dreaded it. The lady who reigns over the kingdom known for their demonic tendencies held far more power over his, and he knew that. Upon the day of the wedding, he concealed his mother's dagger into the breast pocket of his suit, ready to slay the villain for once and for all.
What no one realized, is how intoxicating her beauty is. As he watched his 'bride' enter the chapel of her land's god, he could barely hold his composure. Dressed in a gown of darkness with obsidian glittering like stars, her moonlit eyes met his. Her elongated ears and horns that sprouted from elegantly styled raven hair flicked for a moment, the young king felt the weight of his dagger dissipate.
The half-demon half-elf joined his side, a bouquet of crimson carnations in her hands. When asked for wedding vows, the king shook his head. "There is no need for such." His low voice hissed, his distaste for a half-breed overcame him once he no longer laid eyes on her.
"I will still say mine, regardless of it not being returned."
The young king almost took a step back, how could such a monstrosity bear beauty and a voice like that? One so soft and unbothered, it should belong to an angel...
The priest gave his nod the half-bred queen. "Then your vow, Amara."
Turning to the king, Amara offered him her hand. "Though I represent darkness and destruction, I can never live a day without someone of Light by my side. I knew from the moment I saw you, many years ago, you would be the one I stand with on this fateful day. Albeit you see me as your end, I see you as the beginning of something truly beautiful." She smiled under the veil, her moonlit eyes only seemed to adore the young king... Even though he strived to despise her with his very being.
Into the evening, the pair readied themselves for bed. It was meant to be what every newly weds do, right? The now-husband pondered where his dagger had gone, it was nearing the hour she would arrive to the room...
He'd rather watch the world burn then bed a monstrosity like that.
While the king searched the room for a viable weapon, the door creaked open behind him. He instantly stood to be met by his now-wife, her once elaborate styled hair let down in long ringlets, almost perfectly framing her face. He couldn't help the sudden heat that infiltrated him, why must this creature make him feel so light?! The king scowled down at her, the lady who left him with so many questions... But did he want the answers?
"Get out of my sight, you foul being, take your unholy self back to the depths of hell where you belong!" He hissed at her and swung his hand, although Amara was across the room, she flinched. "Hot-headed. I admit, it was no surprise you had this concealed." His heart sank as he saw what the queen held. Exactly as it looked the night before, was his mother's dagger.
Amara tossed it onto the bed-side table, the blade clanked against the willow wood. "You should be aware, I do not take to such actions lightly. Take this as your warning, for I would hate to see you in the gallows." Her angelic voice and words only confused the king, how could such a pretty thing speak with such poison? "Do not test me, Sol."
Once Sol blinked, the queen was gone. All that was left in her stead is a crimson carnation.
is this a book? if yes, what is it called?
If not, you should make a book out of this story, it’s so good. 😉
More plz !!
Hello????? Don't do us like that. We need more!!
@@Kniahunia it’s not, it’s what I came up with on the fly-
0:00 Down
3:17 Castle
7:57 Tomorrow We Fight
11:17 Paint It Black
16:05 Kingdom Fall
20:22 Gloria Regali
23:47 Noble Blood
28:27 Wicked Game
Does anyone know who covered Noble Blood in this one? I cannot find him anywhere
anyone know who did this version of Tomorrow We Fight I can't find it
Noble blood is by Tommee Profitt and Fleurie, Tomorrow we fight is by Tommee Profitt and SVRCINA if that’s what y’all were asking about
@@maryanne7761 Spotify has a woman singging it and a man sings in this one.
Who sang this cover of paint it black😭
She held her breath as she proceeded out of the door. Her white gown sparkling with every flicker of candlelight. She knew she had no choice in the matter, her father had sold her off to end the war, the suffering, the pain, the sorrow.
She felt as if she was walking the gallows to her end, as if a rope was slowly tightening around her throat with each step. She couldn't bear to look up, couldn't bear to see the man that had tortured and tormented countless people, but her eyes betrayed her as she stolen a glance upwards.
He stood in armor made of black obsidian, a red cape that looked so soft and flowed like water with each sway. He didn't dare turn to look at her and she knew that he wouldn't until it was time to unify their vows.
As she approached the side of him, the music fell quiet, she could hear her sisters sobbing, but not out of happiness. She knew she had to be the one to marry him out of the three, she was the strongest, she had the will to do what they didn't, she could take anything he would inevitably throw at her. They stood in silence until they reached the vows, neither of them had prepared anything, the priest simply carried on with a generic matrimony. He said his 'I do', in a sultry, deep, fiery voice. Her 'I do', came out with a croak she hadn't intended.
When they turned to face on another, he lifted her veil and her breath caught in her throat. He wore claw-like scars along his left eye, which was piercingly black, his short black beard made him look like he had been at war for centuries, he was gorgeous and yet exhausted all at once. It wasn't hard to believe that this was the man who had brought all the neighboring kingdoms to their knees. His hand lingered on her cheek and she tried not to pull away in fear.
"To bad," he whispered.
"What?"
"I was hoping you wouldn't be.. hoping that you wouldn't look like this. It would have made things so much easier."
WHAT IS HE IMPLYIIIINNNNGGGGGG?!?!?! IS HE IMPLYING THAT SHE'S UGLY, OR IS HE IMPLYING THAT HE'S GONNA HAVE TO DO SOMETHING THAT HE WILL NOW REGRET BECAUSE OF HER BEAUTY?!?!?!
Mama pls edit it to be a bit longer . i am sry i am greedy , i understand its a pain to edit this .Still
YALL I NEED EVERYTHING, CAN WE GET IT PLSSSS?
why the cliff hanger? IM INVESTED.
What book is this?
Couple of things:
1: Absolutely love this playlist. 10/10 highly recommend.
2: To all the commenters who have posted novels-- PLEASE POST FULL WORKS SOMEWHERE! All of the story pieces and prompts some of you have put here are absolutely AMAZING and I would love to see some of these fully fleshed out.
thank you for coming to my ted talk😅
As she stood in front of the alter, facing the man who had terrorized her people for years, she felt the invisible shackles that she had felt the ghost of for the last six months drag her down, her heart heavy, her gut churning.
Her future husband was handsome, she wasn't so blinded by hate to not acknowledge that. And if it had been in any other situation there would have been gossip about how someone like her could have caught someone like him, but because of the cards that lay in front her her, those gossipers would instead be pitying her.
But if it wasn't her bound in marriage to this monster, then what would be the consequences? Another thousand lost? Her younger sister of a decade standing in her place?
Resolve hardening, she raised her chin, and glared into his amber eyes which sparked with carefully controlled fire.
When it came turn for her vows, she took the ceremonial blade, the metal glinting in the dying sunlight as she held it up for the congress to see. "I, Rey Katihdin, High Priestess of the Moon tribe, swear on my moon goddess that our tribes shall join in union, and prosper during our reign. The long standing animosity will be put to rest, and I will look upon your people as my people, your troubles as my troubles, and your joys as my joys." The Priestess drew the bland along her palm, the sting followed by blood bubbling from the cut. The crimson liquid rivulets down her wrist to her elbow where it dripped onto her dress, staining the fabric.
The Lord took the silver blade from her before giving his own vows, "I, Zephyr Draiden, Lord of the Shadow tribe, vow to care and protect your tribe with mine. Joined the two tribes will be stronger and bigger than before, the might of the Moon Goddess and Shadow god combined will put fear into our enemies hearts. I will care for you, and your people no matter the need. You Priestess, will live a long and comfortable life."
She narrowed her clear blue eyes, "It doesn't matter how I live, Lord Zephyr. All that I wish is that my tribe continues to prosper and live in peace and happiness."
He bowed his head in acquiesced, the last few rays of light flashing off of his earrings as a line of blood welled up along his palm where he dug the knife into his dark palm. "Whatever you wish for, my love." Handing the blade to one of the Moon Acolytes, he held his hand open for her to take. With a shuddering breath, Rey placed her hand, palm down on his so that their blood mingled and bound them to their vows. A length of white clothe was wrapped and bound around their joined hands, binding them to each other.
In her tribe, that was the end of the ceremony, so she began to turn to the assembly, ready to greet the new and old members of her family and people. Because of this, a sharp yelp was ripped from her lips as Zephyr used their trapped hands to spin her back to him.
Fear sparked in her when he pulled her flush against him with his hand on the small of her back, her own hand twisted behind to accommodate the movement. "Where do you think you're going?" His free hand reached up and traced the curve of her cheek before slowly trailing down her neck. "The ceremony isn't over."
The High priestess felt she could hardly breath pressed this close to his tall hard body, "What do you mean?" She asked, keeping her voice as even as possible, "The vows have been completed-"
Zephyr let out a harsh chuckle, his sharp canines flashing white against his tan skin. "Maybe in your tribe, but in mine there is one more step."
"What is that-"
Before she could finish her sentence, his free hand delved into her brown locks and tightened, dragging her head to the side. The only warning that she was given about what was to happen was when he paused, breath warm against the juncture of her neck and shoulder, causing goosebumps to ripple for a mere second before he drew her in even closer. Those sharp teeth sank into her skin, drawing a cry of surprise and pain from deep with in her as he groaned in delight, a warm substance that could only be blood beginning to trail down her shoulder. He held her still despite her struggles until she gave in, falling limp for him to support.
He backed off, teeth stained red from her blood, he smeared the substance around with his thumb with a hum of satisfaction eyes delighted. Where his teeth had been, his symbol lay, the black ink stark against her pale skin. A brand, that told anyone who caught a glimpse of it, that she was one of his people, and that there would be a target on the back of anyone who harmed her.
Please tell me the title. Is it a book or a wattpad story?
@@manishadarnal7420 it's not, its just something I came up with on the spot, sorry. I'm glad you enjoyed it though!
I NEED MORE! That was amazing writing!
OMG THIS IS SO DAMN GOOD I NEED THIS TO BE A FULL BOOK AND I WILL DEFINITELY READ IT, DONT LET UR TALENT GO TO WASTE! THIS. IS. AMAZING. 😍🔥
DON'T DO THAT WITH ME 😭
"Please! Please stop this!"
She flinched at her mother's voice, at what was such a proud woman now reduced to pleads and sobs. She was kneeling. Her mother, who had never bowed to anyone, was on her knees, pleading with the man that held a blade to her throat. Her father had passed only a month before. They had not been prepared for the war his death would unleash. Her father had been cursed to have only female heirs, which had in turn placed a target on the back of his kingdom.
"Spare me. Spare my children and you shall have the kingdom."
"Mother!"
She was appaled her mother would dare utter such a thing. To turn their kingdom, her late father's kingdom, over to this monster. The famed nightmare king. He was nothing more than a man with murder on his mind, and in her opinion, did not deserve such a title.
"I will burn your kingdom to the ground. I will kill all who remain. You make this offer knowing their fates?"
"I do."
No. She couldn't make that deal. Her father had slaved to make their kingdom what it was. To build it from the shambles he'd inherited. She couldn't do this to him.
"Then you shall suffer the same death. Your children may go, but you will fall with your kingdom, as it is only right for a ruler to do. Even one as pathetic as yourself."
He lifted his sword, and a panic like no other tore through her. Before she could stop herself, before she could question her own actions, she'd ripped the sword from the guard that stood next to her and her sister, and threw herself in front of her mother's trembling form. His blade struck hers, and the force of it nearly knocked her back. This close she could see beneath the black hood he wore, and cold grey eyes met hers.
"The queen is unfit to rule, and as of this moment steps down from her title. As the eldest child, I inherit the throne. You will now speak to me."
The room fell into stunned silence, even her mother's wails had quieted.
"You take your mother's place, knowing of what her future entailed?"
She forced herself to stand taller, her father's constant reminder to stand straight echoing in her mind. "Stand as if the weight of the world rests on your shoulders, for one day it may."
Now was that day.
"Allow my sister and my mother to leave."
He stared at her for what felt like ages, the sword in her hand growing heavier with each passing second. She'd never held one before.
"Escort them out."
"No, no please! Please Ell don't."
She didn't look away from the nightmare king, despite her sister's desperate screams. Her eyes stung, but she would not cry. Not in front of him. Like her father, she would not go sobbing and pleading for more time. She would die with the honor her father's bloodline demanded. She heard the sound of the throne room doors slam, and her sister's muffled cries for her fading.
"Ell, was it?"
"Ellianna. Queen Ellianna."
She heard a chuckle from him, and the sound sent a shiver down her spine.
"Even now, moments before your death, formalities matter to you?"
They did. Since her birth she'd known the unfortunate truth that without a title, you were nothing. She would not die with nothing. Her parents were gone. Her sister was taken away with screams. Her kingdom was burning. She had nothing left but her title.
"Do you wish to save your kingdom Ell?"
She clenched her teeth, disgusted a man such as this thought he could call her by such a name.
"Well?"
"Yes."
She spat, and he reached up, pulling his hood back. No one had ever seen his face without it cloaked in shadow. No one had lived to tell of it, rather. His hair was longer than she thought a warlord's would be, just barely brushing his collar. He was remarkably handsome, and it made it all the more terrifying, that such a pretty man could have such ugly tendencies.
"You'd do anything to save your kingdom."
He spoke it as a statement, knowing that there was no question. She'd do anything to save them.
"Yes."
His gaze bore into hers, making her insides squirm with what had to be disgust. His next words stole her breath, a new form of panic coursing through her.
"Marry me."
Where is this story
Okay that was amazing. If you decide to turn this into a full blown story I’d definitely read it! ❤
Don't do this to me. Now I need this full story...
Omg please make a wattpad story
Great story! I do hope though that there can be some redeption for the queen though. While her daughter, the MC, seems brave, I think she underestimates how much strength it takes to bow or surrender in a situation like that. The MC saw her as weak/unfit, I hope that as the story progresses that she can see there were more dimensions to that situation for her mother.
Not Reign on the background 🤧🤧 in love with the show ♡
"Empress.", he muttered as she approached, any hope he had left sinking deep within the depth of what used to be his heart.
"I like that word on your lips, Ephta. It sounds much better than the ones you spat last time we met..."
She let the mask fall down from her face, smiling with a kind of superiority he used to be infuriated with. Ephta turned his head, looked away from her. The olden castle was falling in ruins, the windows busted by the arrows her troops had shot. They had cleaned it up, but hadn't replaced the broken glass. Instead, it was in display, symbol of his wrecked kingdom. Reminder of what he had to do.
"You've grown obedient, since earlier. Have you realised what was going to happen to your precious subjects, now?"
He cringed, teeth grinding together in contained wrath...though it was quickly wiped off his face by despair.
"I have, my lady. And I...I will comply. In exchange for their lives, I will give you my death. Please, empress. Spare them."
"What makes you think your death would be payment enough? I want you."
The mask clattered to the floor, the bow she had slung over her shoulder following suit.
"I want your heart, your life. Your body."
"Are you suggesting--"
"If you belong to me, Eptha, we shall end this massacre once and for all. Isn't it your fault anyway? You were the one to tempt me, weren't you?"
He gasped- grasped the remnant of his broken sword to try and attempt a swing at her. Too late, it only cut a strand of her hair before she caught his shattered blade in one hand and his wrist in the other.
"I see. Well- I didn't need your swordsmanship, anyway."
She tightened her grip- and for the first time in his life, Ephta begged. He begged for his people, his hand, his life's work, his sword. He pleaded allegiance to her, swore loyaulty, agreed to marry her, be hers to use.
And when she smiled at him, sweet and kind, he felt only relief. It was only a few seconds later that he heard the soft, wet sound of his hand falling on the floor, blood spilling after it. And as he cried in his agony, she smiled some more.
"It'll be alright, love. When we're married, you will never have to hold another sword again anyway."
She turned back, with the flap of her dress, leaving her new fiancé to stop the bleeding.
"Take care of him. If he's dead for my wedding, heads will roll."
Please dear writer, drop this complete and let me read it
WRITE A BOOK PLS
@@kyanijackson655this story is already written in the book of Life and in the story of queen ester.
@@irinasolomina1800 but Ester didn't cut Ahasuerus' hand tho
His hand 😢 what happens next
waiting patiently for some juicy plots :)
same!! the stories people write on the youtube comments are many times much better than on the other writing platforms, plus they are free lol
Her fingers hesitated on the doorknob. What would she say once she saw him? She had returned his affection with betrayal. She had put him in this room, locked and surrounded with guards. She had deliberately put herself in danger, knowing that he would throw himself into the fire in her stead.
She had done it knowing he was smart enough to recognize it being a trap, yet would still do it regardless.
The door shut with a quiet click.
He was reading a book, sitting crossed-legged in a large sofa facing the door with a low table in between, as if the furniture had been placed in a way to allow the captor no privacy and direct surveillance. His eyes snapped to hers as he slowly set down the book. She eyed him warily.
After a while, he finally spoke. “I see you’re enjoying the newfound power,” he stated.
His closed expression and the lack of emotion in his voice caved something in her chest. She swallowed, and replied steadily, “Thank you.”
A brief flicker of something showed through his features, then was gone in a moment. He tilted his head as if inquiring. “For willfully falling into the trap of your making?”
“For saving me.”
“And here I am. I’m having second thoughts about that,” he scoffed.
The words took only a second to form. “Yet you would do it again.”
“You’re disgusting,” he snarled.
She flinched involuntarily. Seeing the hurt flash across her features, his malice faltered. He slowly shook his head, looking tired of it all.
“Whatever I was disillusioned with, you used it. Now I'm damned. I'd be a fool to let it cloud my decision twice.”
She had nothing to say. His eyes narrowed. “Why are you here anyhow?”
“...I'm not a direct descendent of the Renbriar line. I need the Tiberias bloodline as a partner to rule. I thought… it would be right to tell you firsthand.”
“So you choose me as husband?” He scoffed the words out with derision, as if repulsed by the thought itself.
Her jaw tightened.
“No.”
A pause. “Then who?”
“Your brother. Your king accepted it in exchange for your freedom.”
His eyes stared into hers for a moment then flicked to the wall behind her. His voice carried the same carelessness yet she saw his hands clenching and unclenching itself repeatedly.
“Fine, then.”
He turned his back to her, his fingers grazing over the books aligned in the shelves. Her gaze trailed after his fingertips as it traveled across the leather covers. Then it stilled. After a pause, he gritted out, “Get out. Please.”
But she stood her ground, silent. And when she spoke again, her voice shook.
“I'm sorry.”
At the words he whirled back, his face contorted with rage. “You have no right to be!”
Petition for a full story of this
@tamannayadav2540 maaybee... part 2 is gonna be a lot darker/toxic :p if i'm gonna post it it should be up in a week! :)
@@inourtime23 two weeks later still no part 2 we need iiiiiit
I'm so invested please do part 2
Where are you posting it?
This music is the perfect reminder that life is worth living. I wish everyone who clicked on this video the most love, peace and abundance. You’re so much closer than you realize. I love you
What an absolute banger of a playlist. Welcome to my very narrow ''Liked videos'' list.
"It is your duty", he said.
"Marry him", he said.
"He would never attack his wife's kingdom", he said.
He was wrong. My father was wrong giving me to a monster in a delusion that he wouldn't invade my homeland. I watched the man I am forced to call my husband burn, slay, loot my people, my land, my home. I've had enough. I've had enough sitting aside as his mindless puppet. When you are attacked, you have to defend.
"Hey!" I yelled as he was riding away to continue his hideous work.
"Shut up woman!"
"Come and make me shut up"
"What do you want?"
"You gone! This is my kingdom, my dominion, my people! Stop destroying what is my mine, because..."
"Because what you filthy gal?"
"You'll taste your own medicine" I said, lifting up a glass. "One ship of that and the child I carry within my womb will be gone. Your child!" the child, the heir he's been trying, unsuccessfully, to get for over a decade.
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me"
" If you do this, you'll be no better from me" he yelled believing that would make me change my mind.
"Who told you I was?"
He backs down. He drops his sword on the ground. His men do the same. My father's soldiers, the few that had left, seize them. They put chains on them. I approach him, lean down and whisper:
"Just so you know, it was just water. Because yes. I am better than you".
Go, queen
Oh yeah what a weapon
Ayyy ❤ a finished piece, loved it
THIS PLAYLIST MAKES ME FEEL THINGS
He slew kindgoms of men. He made their women his slaves. He ate their children. He had a large, ragged scar down one side of his ugly, mangled face. He had one good eye and one milky blind eye that could see the devil at all times.
Those were the things they said of him, because none of us had seen him before. We lived so far removed from his reaches that it never occurred to any of us to concern ourselves with his countenance or the truth of his horror stories. Yet, here I sat on the floor of his great hall, within the walls of his great castle and his great, impenetrable kingdrom, waiting for him to appear so I could decide for myself which of his stoires were true and which were only meant to frighten children.
No one came to announce his arrival, and we were utterly alone when he took a seat in his throne chair.
"Your majesty," I whispered, bowing so that my forehead touched the floor.
"Up," he barked. His voice was harsh and cutting, as if he spoke from a chest full of broken glass. "Come to me."
"Of course, your highness," I muttered, biting back an impulse to cry and run from the room. I made a slow and careful path to the mad king's chair, with my head bowed, stopping only when I saw his boots. They were old and ratty, covered in a fresh crust of mud.
"Look at me," he ordered.
"Y-Y-Yes, my king." My gaze moved from his boots to his slacks which were coated in mud halfway up his calf. At the thigh, he wore a strap that held a sheathed knife with a hilt laden in red and green crystrals. Further up, his wore a belt that hung another sheathed blade and two guns.
"I said look at me," he snapped angrily, and my eyes lept from his belt to his face.
The mad king had a face like a hero's tragedy, and something very deep and very secret in me began to kindle dangerously. He wasn't a pretty, delicate man, but there was a fine, handsome quality about his rough eyes, crooked nose, and frowning lips. The rumors about the scar and the milky eye were true, but he did not look as if he saw the devil all the time. Rather, he looked as if the devil looked for him at all times, because he had the face a devil would love to wear.
"You are disgusted," he stated matter-of-factly and without an ounce of shame. It was apparent he was accustomed to the way others recieved his face. "Regardless, you will have to marry this." He pointed at his face. "You will have to see it day and day out. You will have to swear loyalty to it. Do you understand? Therefore, I warn you to learn its nature, because as my wife, there will be no looking away from it in my presence."
I continued to stare at him, and him at me.
At last, he added, as if to comfort me, "I was handsome once. I assure you I was not born with his face. Our children will not..."
"O-O-Of course," I said, flushing at the thought of children.
WAIT I NEED A PART TWO PLEASSEEE
Same here, our male lead sounds like he has some insecurities to work out 😂 I want to know what happenssss
Part 2 plsssssssssssss
*Listening to sad, sentimental music feels like immersing oneself in a sea of emotions, each wave crashing against the shore of the heart, leaving behind a trail of poignant memories and introspective thoughts*
im currently making a tragic love story and this a perfect playlist for the perfect plot twists.... I LOVE THIS PLAYLIST!
I walked to the man. He checked off all the villain character traits from a modern day fairytale. Black hair, an amber colored eye and one black colored eye, a handsome but scared face, perfectly muscled without the use of hormones or stiriroids, elegant posture, and a darker than normal energy. He looked at me coldly. I didn't flinch. I knew that this would earn me a few lashings tonight. My father did say that the emperor we were forced to surrender to was more cruel than he was.
My father whispered, "Remember to use that dager on him or yourself. I don't care."
I was too scared to speak. He grabbed my back. I flinched. His cold look became softer. He looked at my father with disdain.
He bent low to whisper, "I'll get you proper medical attention after we say our vows. You were and still are beautiful."
"Thnak you."
"I wish to speak with you after you get treated."
Part 2!!!!!!
@@zahirayusni7902 Part two!!
aaahhh I want to read the rest 😭😭😭
Where’s the rest…? 🥺
Give us more!!
Jamie remembered the first time he saw her. She was suspended in the air by red and gold. Silks thin as veils, she herself wrapped in black and silver. Her auburn hair was pulled into a tight bun at the base of her skull, strings of beads and silk braids and feathers holding it together. Kalypso, princess of fire, danced in the tentative safety of her aerial silks with the grace and skill of a spider.
Jamie remembered the second time he saw her. She was at his side in black leather armor, her hand supporting his head. Her blue eyes searched his for any sign of life, desperate to save him. Adam launched an attack from behind, and she barely escaped before she engaged. Kalypso, lady of war, danced with and struck down her adversary with the strength and confidence of a wolf.
Now, Jamie saw her a third time. She's dressed in a white gown, a bouquet of peace lilies and roses draped over her hands as she serenely approached the altar - approached her husband. The man they lost to, Damian Strong, with dark hair and a chiseled expression. His blue eyes shone when his bride arrived, but his lust had no room for love. With every vow they agreed to and repeated, a part of Jamie died. Then came the dreaded words from his own mouth: "You may kiss the bride."
The mothers hid their children's eyes and the soldiers and guardsmen turned away in a unified clash. Damian reached for his bride, but it only pushed the sword deeper into his chest. It was, in Jamie's humble opinion, a beautifully ironic design of white roses and lilies to disguise the white steel weapon beneath. Then Kalypso, fashioned of blood and fire, leaned towards her husband's ear. "Your armies are mine," she whispered softly. "Your son and daughters are mine. Your lands are mine. And I will care for them as such."
It was then that Jamie had the honor of placing a crown of ivory antlers and golden flame emblazoned with rubies on her brow. The son and daughters of the late King Damian Strong, Storm of the North, bowed and took their place at their mother's side: Kalypso Strong, Woman of Red and Gold, Lady of the Battlefield, Queen of Blood and Fire, Protector of Her People, and Mother of the Children of Storms.
This came at the perfect moment and made me think of so many cool ideas for my story! Thx :D
“Trying to run away again?”
She grabbed my waist and pulled me down from the window.
“No~ I was just getting a good view of the trees!”
“Oh really? The trees?”
“Yes!”
“Darling if you expect me to believe that do you also think I married you for fun?”
“Did you not? After all we are both women, when you find a guy that you like you’ll kill me and chase after him.”
“And you claim I assume things. When did I ever say I like men?”
“Don’t all women like men?”
“Do you like men?”
“…”
She smiled at my reaction… nope! She is not beautiful!
“That’s what I thought.”
No, I do not fancy her!
“Anyways, your mother wants to talk to you.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s in the dining room, I’ll escort you there.”
She always did things like this… I don’t get it! She threatened me to destroy my kingdom unless I took her hand in marriage! If it was a normal marriage offer everyone I know would go crazy if I said yes!… oh, is that why-
“We’ve arrived.”
“Mother!”
“My baby!”
“Um… Esmeralda… can you? Uh…”
“Of course, you two talk and call me when y’all are done, okay darling?”
“Thank you.”
“Darling?”
“Oh! Yeah, she calls me that.”
“I still don’t know why she can’t get a man! She has ruined all your marriage proposals because of her phase-“
“It’s not a phase mother.”
“Oh no, has she influenced you too!?”
She put her hand on my forehead as if to check if I had a fever.
“No mother, and please, I wouldn’t have married any of the men that sent those proposals and you know it.”
“But still-“
“And also, please consider not talking bad about someone in their own home and directly.”
“Yes, but-“
“And time’s up!”
“Huh? Since when was there a timer?”
“Since she began to insult me, in my own home and directly.”
“It isn’t very ladylike to eavesdrop on someone else’s conversation.”
“I know, but marrying a woman isn’t ladylike either future mother-in-law! Yet here I am. So darling~”
She extended her palm towards me.
“Let’s go now, shall we.”
I placed my hand in hers and stood up. She bent down a little and picked my legs up and carried me princess-style. I didn’t know if I should laugh or yell at her.
“Let my daughter go!”
“As if I could ever do that.”
She then walked out of the room with me in her arms, looking like a tomato.”
“Well well well! Look who’s blushing~”
“S-Shut up!”
“If you say so darling~”
“And also, I apologise about my mother. She’s not very supportive of our marriage.”
“It’s fine. I’m used to people yelling at me anyways…”
“Huh?”
“Do you know why I love you darling?”
“No?”
“It’s because you don’t judge people as per what everyone tells you about them. You figure out what they’re like yourself and then judge.”
“But I’ve tried to run away several times? Wouldn’t you feel a little hatred towards me that I don’t like you back?”
“No? Why would I think that? I know you love me but you know that the only reason I’m the emperor is because I killed everyone in line, won the minsters and public onto my side and brought the previous emperor to his feet in a day. I also threatened to destroy your kingdom unless you married me. Obviously you’d be scared of me!”
“But how do know I love you?”
“Let’s test it out then, shall we?”
She pulled out the hand holding my back and held my cheek. To keep myself stable I held her shoulders, they weren’t as hard as they looked but weren’t soft either. She pulled herself in and no one held back, we kissed for what I think was four or five minutes until I ran out of breath. Her lipstick was smudged and mine probably was too. She smiled that same grin whenever she flirts with me, happy with herself that I was in a much worse blushing state than I was a few minutes ago.
“Even if society thinks it’s a ‘phase’ or ‘undignified’, I’ll still love you till the end of time.”
“So from being an emperor you want to be a poet?”
“If that’s what you want me to do!”
“No! I want to become empress so you better stay emperor!”
“Oh! So you’ve gotten into politics! And here I thought you loved me…”
“I do love you! I just also love the thought of being empress!
“Haha!”
“But seriously, don’t ever give up being emperor.”
“Yes darling~”
“
omg i want to read that story so hard now... my bi senses are on full volume x'D
I. lOVE. THIS.
That was so enthralling!!!!!!
@vidushishandilya4874 Hmmm, something about those numbers.
This is an absolutely beautiful playlist!
It has given me inspiration for my Dungeon and Dragons campaign.
He knew she was evil, he knew it but he still couldn't help getting attracted to her. She was the one who wiped out half of his kingdom, yet she was so graceful.
HIs parents talked with her about the marriage, he didn't want to think about that, she was a monster. But still... everytime he looked at her he had his breath taken away by her beauty, how could such a beautiful being be so evil? Everytime their eyes met the monster smirked, knowing that he had no other choice.
His parents were so quick in letting him go, like they didn't care about him yet his mother gave him one last thing before he left, a dagger sipped with poison that could kill any beast with just a small cut. He knew what he needed to do.
As they arrived at their first inn and the monster had her back turned he took his chances, he tried passing by her and gently cut her skin, just a small cut would do. Before his knife grazed her skin she hit his knife out of his hand, she grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall. He tried begging for mercy but her grasp was too tight, she sighed and let him go, she took the knife and played with it. "You better be careful darling, you're here to save your country, not ruin it. Next time I wouldn't go easy on you." She then walked out of the room, positioning guards around his room, never letting him have a moment alone ever again.
Movie name???
@@dimuthunawin its not a movie just something i came up with on the spot 😭
@@dayanalioub I need this on Wattpad or Archive please please please!!!!
They said it was a great honor to be chosen but it was the only way to save the people that looked to me to guide them. Merging of nations with the merging of our bodies. If it saved them then it was enough to sacrifice myself.
Tommee profit, Ruelle, Fleurie has very good collection of song in this
genre!!!
Ruelle and Fleurie are incredible, they feel so good to me
its giving Violet and Xaden
its giving Fourth Wing
its giving every thing I need
“You walk a fine line,” he says, voice low - a rumbling whisper that curls around her neck like a noose. She swallows and tastes salt, lavender, the fading bubbles of expensive champagne.
“You'll catch me if I fall,” she counters.
The heat of his hand pressed against her waist is searing; at the edges of the ballroom: whispers, flint-chipped eyes, a father who mourns what is being given up. He swallows and she watches the spasm of his throat, imagines sinking her teeth into the pale flesh. His glare sparks across the bridge of her nose, pierces her skull, and rummages through the decadently illustrated corners of her mind.
"Of course," he relents; a tide being forced to retreat under her coaxing pull.
She smiles, it is a slow curl of her lips - a baring of pointed teeth that glint in the candle-light. Victory she has found, tastes sweetest when taken from deep within her opponent; best plucked from that nebulous space where a soul touches bone.
This conquest is one she will remember fondly; she can tell from the stubbornness that yet persists in her soon to be lover's frown.
"Good," she says, and her voice carries a millennia of battles fought and won in the lilting resonance of its echo.
He does not look away; eyes steady and dark as they spin to an impossible tune in the centre of the marble ballroom floor.
Thank you, love! What a great playlist
There was a sudden revelation that king has fallen in love with a villager and is going to leave the throne. This news lead people who wished to conquer this kingdom announced a war. The queen was in shock and mad, so she did not know what to do. The king and queen had no son, their daughter was the only one whom all the people in the kingdom looked up to save them from the the brutal king of another kingdom who had a bigger army and had a brutal reputation of capturing beautiful and well nourished kingdoms and turning them to dead cities.
The princes had to plan the war but there weren't enough men, weapons or horses. Someone in her gathering for planning the war suggested that she can persuade the prince to call the war off. the prince is a compassionate person. Everyone agreed. But the princess did not want to play tactics so she denied the suggestion and focused on the war.
The day after tomorrow, the princess' soldiers were in position, the trap was set to leave the main entrance seemingly unguarded and seal all the other entrances, when the people will come for the battle we will attack them one by one. since the entrance is not very wide will get a chance to deal with only a few soldiers at a time.
The judgement day came, everyone was waiting but no one came. instead came a warning:
My Dear Princess,
It is nice to know that you are a beauty with brains. But, unfortunately, we have cannons and bombs. It will be unjust to fight a war when I know the other side is too weak to fight. Therefore, here is my proposal to settle without a war: "Become my queen and I will save your kingdom for you"
Your Well-wisher
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What do you think she should do?
It's so beautiful❤️🔥 these songs...and this pucture.. wow✨️
I’m enjoying these comments because wow you guys are talented
His kingdom was on the verge of end, either they surrender or their enemy will conquer his loving kingdom, after all that's what is left of his beloved parents. His parents were the kindest king and queen, they cherished their kingdom and the people. To save his kingdom and his beloved woman, he surrendered to his enemies and was willing to marry the enemy kingdom's queen.
Her Kingdom is ruthless, conqueror and mostly a killer to many innocent lives. She's the queen but more like a dummy. She got no parents, no family, no lover....only the darkness and the loneliness. The royal advisor is the one who gives orders, plays the strings and use her image. She doesn't want no more innocent blood on her hands. She just wants peace. After hearing as a treaty, she's going to get married to some young king, who don't have any more fight left. Her heart is aching yet she can't do anything or her beloved kingdom and people will perish under the royal advisor's hand. To save them, she'll sacrifice herself again and again.
At the alter I see her coming. My wedding suit is tight and I can't breath. My eyes are searching for my beloved. I hate to see her sad and crying, but I am doing this only for to save us. I don't remember most of the ceremony, but after hearing "you may kiss your bride", I looked at my bride. I take off the veil from her face and saw her. How can an evil person like her, be this beautiful. With her dark brown eyes, brown hair, red painted lips....she is smiling at me with an innocence in her eyes. An act. That's what she's doing. I didn't kissed her at lips, but on the corner of her mouth. People will still think we kissed. I looked at her with hatred in my eyes. She's the enemy.
I see him looking at me with hatred in his eyes. He didn't even kissed me. I was breaking from inside. From the looks of his eyes, he'll always treat me as his enemy. I'll always be the villain on his story.
At the wedding night, he came into the room. I am prepared for the consequences. Whatever happens, I'll hold my ground. "I despise you. I hate you from the core" he said. That's the first thing I have heard from him. I looked at him. I tried to explain about the situation, but he doesn't give me a chance. "I am in love with someone else. And I will always love her. You are the villain of my life. I'll never love you. Because of you I have lost her today. But I'll make her mine. You and me, we'll never happen. After two years, I'll annul our marriage." He said. My heart is crumbling down, but I stand still. I smirked at him. "Oh my dear husband. You can't leave me unless I say so. After all we got married because of you are unable to win against my kingdom. I saved you. Be thankful to me." I replied. If he thinks me I am the villain of his life, I'll act like the villain of his life. After all I am good at acting as a villain. Other women will want their husband's love, but I want his deep rooted hatred. That's the only way we will be free from this sham of a marriage. I will be free.
He looked at me with disgust and deep rooted hatred in his eyes. But he doesn't said anything. He just left me alone in the room. 'I will not cry', I chanted in my head. My crying days her over. From today onwards I will live only for me.
She wanted the crowd
He wanted the heir
Kingdom wanted the peace
But
No one wanted the LOVE>
the way i saw mary and immediately clicked bcz i love this episode so much
What episode is it?
My head was bowed. My white dress dragged on the blood-stained floor. The battlefield was the perfect place for a wedding when I was the one who started the war. It was beautiful, corpses of fallen soldiers attending, my Father's, my people, but it wasn't just their blood. It was also his people's blood, it was a union to stop the war. His mother struck the deal, and I took it after careful consideration. The veil covered my face, hiding my secrets, and I watched him as he watched me.
I held my breath, taking a moment before I handed bmy boquet to the sister. Tears were running down her cheeks. I connected hands with my new lover that wasn't even mine. And then the Preist began, the start, the vows, and the "you may kiss the bride." I closed my eyes as the cold air it my face, my scars reaveled to my new husband.
He looked at me, before connecting our lips into something beautiful. I held my breath, but did what I had to.
In the bed chambers, the dim torch light gleamed again the silver of the doorhandle. And then the door opened, my breath was no more. I stood in the middle of the room, in a dark, mid thigh, dress. It was something only a newly wed bride could wear, to give her husband a fun show. I just wanted to dip my sword in blood, but that would wait. I stared at my husband, he stared back before he walked up to me. His smile was one of the Devil's. His hand crawled up to trace each scar, making me look away. Roughly, he turned my face back to his, his eyes a dark shade of brown.
"I wanted to know if you were ugly, it's a shame you are beautiful. I wanted to kill you, but I cannot now, such a kill would kill me myself." He whispers. I look at him, before the night begins.
Why are you not more famous?? Your playlists are so good!💗💗
✨It gives Rumplestiltskin and Belle vibes ✨
(If you remember Once Upon A Time you're a legend)
I'm just at the second song but already in love with this playlist. Feels like it is already made into a movie and this are all the soundtracks
I loved this tv series (reign)
Where's the time stamp for all the songs gosh this playlist is a total banger 💥
THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER🎉
This playlist is awsome!! loving it
I adore the lighting in that photo
Perfect for writing sessions. Thanks!
I love the show this photo is reference too, just finished it and honestly, complex by so many means but a good story altogether~ even for being fiction
So pretty! Please make another playlist like this soon
my most fav duo was catherine & peter on the great 🖤
The first song is "Down" by Simon and Trella. I´ve searched forever to find the artists lol
You are the newly crowned queen of your kingdom and you sit on your throne as the man that's supposed to be your worst enemy enters the throne room. The whole room falls silent as the king of the rival kingdom bows down to you. His golden crown glimmers as he gracefully bows and with a sly smile he hands out his hand to you. You stand there in shock. You think to yourself: " the man that wants to marry me for the sole purpose of gaining my kingdom wants to dance with me."
"your majesty would you dance with me?" he says with urgency in his voice. This snaps you out of your thoughts and you take his hand. The crowd gasps as the music swells and the rulers of two rival kingdoms dance. He holds on to your waist, spinning you around as your dress glides across the ballroom. Soon other dancers start dancing. The king whispers : ' You know you're in danger right? ' 'What do you mean'' you whisper back in a nasty tone. "Your ministers have used you as puppet ruler and now are planning to assassinate you". "Ha! As if id believe that. You're as crazy as ever".
"And you're as oblivious".
"Did they tell you to have tea with them this evening yet"
How did you- you're eyes grow wide as you gaze into his eyes.
" Listen you've got to believe me when i say this - you've always thought that i wanted to marry you for your kingdom but that's simply not true"
"Our kingdoms have tried capturing the other for decades now why should i believe you're any different." you say coldly.
"because we are different from them."
What-
"I know you want peace between our kingdoms. And i want to say that i do too. "
You look at him and realise how shallow minded you have been and how you've always hated the fact that some part of you always loved him.
"are you telling the truth" you stare into his brown eyes.
"i swear"
"so if you didnt want to marry me for the kingdom why did you want to marry me?"
"Im in love with you darling." he says with his that sly smile. The music ends and you had to leave his hand. Both of you bow as the dance ends and you whisper "I've always loved you"
You kiss him.
This playlist is so good! It's great to listen to and its amazing inspiration for my writing. Well done!
Если Вы не знаете, это очень сильно напоминает Селену из Арканума. Из игры, клуб романтики. Там во втором сезоне, её бывший что был на стороне людей, предложил ей выйти замуж. Она же была королевой эльфов, и этот пов очень подходит ей!
да кстати
Вот начало! Вау. Мощная музыка - это великолепно, как она способна открывать целые миры в воображении, это удивительно!
Не знаете автора песни?
I sat anxiously at the end of the futon clutching the skirt of my dress, my knuckles pale like the moon.
"Miss, your father the King, and Prince Valerian are reaching the end of their negotiations, and your father has requested your presence." A servant opened the door startling my wretched heart.
I nodded grimly following the servant towards an elaborate and ornate marble room saved for diplomatic discussion with dignitaries. What for could my father need me, especially when it involved that vile Prince? My thoughts troubled me relentlessly, feeling a sickening sense of foreboding doom.
My father was seated at the end of a long dark brown mahogany wood table as Valerian with his dark brown hair sat at the other side, his face resting on his hands, those ice-blue calculating eyes with a glint of amusement in them. My siblings were seated by my father, my brother's face was blank and white while my sister had a sweet smile.
"My King." I curtsied. "Prince Valerian." I kept my face impassive only daring to steal a glance at Valerian's smirking face. My heart thudded, feeling that things were very much amiss.
"Claudia, my daughter, I have something very important to ask of you. I know you will not deny me-"
"-Yet this will be of her free will as we've discussed," Valerian interjected looking almost bored. "Keep your word, King Aster."
"What will be of my own free will?" I spoke up impatiently unable to handle the tension of not knowing, breaking proper protocol.
My sister snickered behind her fan as my father looked out at me. "We've come to an agreement with Prince Valerian that you will marry into his kingdom so that our kingdoms may be allies and not enemies." The world almost stopped for me and I felt as if I was about to sway and pass out.
"You'd like for me to marry him?" My voice trembled. My sister tsked whispering snidely, "Oh look, she's about to cry." My brother hushed her, his face blanched as ever in concern.
"Prince Valerian and his father have kindly agreed to take you as a bride although you are of illegitimate blood. This is a wonderful thing." My father said plainly and without emotion. "I'm sure you understand."
I recoiled inwardly, I wasn't about to cry anymore. I was furious that my own father was willing to hand me off like a sacrificial lamb to a barbarous kingdom. And of course, who to send but his half-breed of a child he was ashamed to have.
"We all took a vote on this and discussed it, what do you say Claudia?" I could tell my father was getting bored and antsy. He wanted a response and he wanted it now.
I wanted to scream and shout at him and my siblings, how could they have agreed on such a thing? Wasn't I still family? Was I really just something to be ignored and then used and thrown away when advantageous?
I regained my composure, "I accept, my King."
"Good to hear, we will finish signing the alliance documents and you will be leaving with Prince Valerian tomorrow." My father replied a satisfied smile adorning his lips.
"Tomorrow?" I asked in disbelief.
"Tomorrow." He replied as my sister rolled my eyes yawning. "You're dismissed, and you are to begin packing now."
"Understood," I muttered the word as it tasted like ash in my mouth.
I left the cold and grand room, tears trailing down my cheeks as I finally let them loose and free. This could not be happening. Why did it have to be me? It always was me who had to suffer. Now I'd be sent off like a living sacrifice. Who'd know what they'd do to me? Now that I'd be under Valerian's jurisdiction they could kill me and no one would bat an eye. I would be tied to him, as his...wife...I shuddered.
How could my father do such a thing? What would my poor mother think if she was alive? I'm so grateful she's not on this earth to witness what my father has fallen to.
I pulled myself together out of my pit of self-pity and started to pack my belongings which weren't too many to begin with. A knock at my room a few hours later startled my depressing thoughts. I opened the door to find Valerian with his cruel smirk and sharp jawline leering at me. I slammed the door to close it as soon as I saw him but he caught it with ease.
"Now is that any way to treat your future husband?" He asked haughtily with a smile on his face. I turned away and headed further into my room ignoring him. He grabbed my arm and twirled me around lifting my chin to look up into those callous ocean-blue eyes, "You seem not to have heard me, sweetheart."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at him defiantly, "I hate you so much, how could you do such a thing?!" I pulled away and put my hands on his chest and shoved him. He took a step back, unusually caught off guard.
"Blame me all you'd like love, but it wasn't me who threw you to the wolves." He sighed watching me with those sharp cutting eyes.
"What do you mean?!" I snarled. "Who but yourself would be the one to propose such an awful thing, a marriage to a monster of a foreign kingdom."
"You're right little rabbit, I am a monster. I've never tried to deny it to you and I never will. But it was your so-called father who suggested marriage in trade of peace between our two kingdoms."
My heart thudded to a stop and it started to hurt and ache so bad, it was a pain I'd never felt before.
"You've got to be lying," I said desperately.
"You know I never lie." He responded, almost seemingly sympathetic which was laughable.
"How could he do such a thing..." I mumbled.
"I told you love, you're nothing to them. No matter how much you try you'll never be good enough for them. So why bother trying? Why tear yourself in pieces for someone just to dispose of you."
"You don't understand, he's my father. I'm his blood, his child..."
"I quite understand, that's why I'm taking you away with me. You'll be my queen. I'll never toss you away. I'll treasure and protect you, especially from monsters like your father."
"I-I don't understand why you would do such a thing, I am no one special. And it's quite out of character for you." I said quietly.
He pulled me closer to him in a warm embrace stroking my hair gently. "Perhaps with time, you'll come to understand and you'll learn to stop underestimating yourself. You've faced a lifetime of rejection, it's something I'm quite familiar with."
"Is that so?" I asked.
"Quite so little rabbit, and maybe you'll allow this monster to open his heart to you."
Love this playlist 😍✨️
She was like a stardust....everytime she entered the room he was hypnotised, intimidated...his hands was sweating and his heart was filled with...Oh what is that feeling!?" NO! I do not FEEL anything for This....creature !"
He tried to push, ignore this feeling when everything that he actually wanted is to grab her by her waist and kiss her....
My friend held the scroll in his hands, staring at me with graveness, eyes darkened further by torchlight.
"You're the true heir to the throne!"
The first feeling that came to me was nausea. 'That means that she's my-' The second was soul-deep relief. This bethrothal is null. Thank the gods it wasn't made public, that I made her wait. _I don't want it._
My kingdom needed allies to fight the true threat. I made a promise that I'd do anything for. I did this for her, for my last remaining family.
I was done. I stopped caring. I was tired, so tired of fighting. Then she came back to my life, and my soul felt whole again. I took back our kingdom because she asked. Everything I did, I did to protect her. My sister, or so I thought. _Cousin._ At least she wasn't alone anymore, for she regained a brother and a sister. I've lost them all.
But... Knowing this, that I was never her true family? That my closest family is the invading queen? I knew I could use this.
My... aunt, she told me she was barren. This bethrothal was made for an alliance, not heirs, but I could find a way to keep the alliance without the bethrothal.
_"You need to be smarter."_ My sister's words echo in my mind. I am. I'm listening to your counsel.
She wants a family. If I could conceal that my claim trumps hers, I could ask for the alliance to continue by virtue of family. Making her know she's not the last of our kind. I hope this would work, for I don't know what else to do.
She has a good heart, though her methods are too foolish. Ironic, coming from me, but all she needs are good advisors. She's not mad.
I look my friend in the eye, "Tell no one of this." I turn and walk away.
"Wait!" He grabs my arm, making me face him, "You'd be a good king." I shake my head, "A better king!"
I let out a breath, "She'd be a good queen, for all of us." My friend's face reddens, and he scowls.
"Aye, a good queen?" I nod, but he continues, "Did you know what she's done?"
My brows furrow, "What do you mean?" I saw his jaw clench.
"Did you know that she burned my father and brother?"
I recoiled. No, why would she do that? She said she'd be merciful. I shake my head.
"That can't be true, she told me-" He shouts, "WHAT SHE SAYS DOESN'T MATTER!"
I know, if this was false, he wouldn't be like this. My head falls in resignation.
"She burned my family. She burned my father and his _heir."_
I look back up. His face was red and flowing with tears.
"My brother was a good man, he didn't deserve this. She should've just sent them to-"
He sobs. I move to embrace him, but he backs away, shaking his head.
I speak, "I don't-I don't know what-"
"If you do nothing, you'd leave an untrustworthy queen in charge of us all."
I stop. I grit my teeth.
He continues, "Think of your sisters, of your brother." I look at him, scowling. He lifts his chin.
"Do you think they'd be safe as long as _she's_ alive?"
My jaw clenches even more. I grunt, and reply, "I'd speak to the queen about this."
He scoffs, and shakes his head. "Don't be a coward, before it's too late."
He leaves me. His footsteps echo all around me. Soon, I'm left to my own thoughts. Cousins. _"You are, to me."_
The revelation still resonates in my head. But still, I've known for years, it's better not to speak of the things you wanted. _"No one can protect me. No one can protect anyone."_
I will. And I will keep trying.
_"Do you love her?"_ I couldn't read her face then.
But no. No I don't. _How could I?_
He was the villain. A monster. A cruel warlord who would come and kill and raze... that was what they said. Fearful whispers lingering around the castle, around the marketplace, throughout the kingdom. Fear which, to be quite honest, she shared. And yet, the foreboding in her bones did not turn to hatred like that of her people. No, the princess remembered her mother's words. "They are not like us, the Fey. And they find it difficult to understand us. But we cannot live without them any more than they can without us."
It was true. Human belief was what sustained the Fae. And Fae magic was what sustained the land. She knew that. She could see it years before now, since the very first time she joined her father's council. Draughts ravaging the land. Wild animals and wilder storms and terrible plague. People thought it was the Fae's doing. That it was their revange. No, she did not think so. It was their absence that did this. It was the people, pushing the Fair Folk away, who did this. Made themselves suffer in their ignorance and all of nature along with them.
It did not mean she was unfraid of the future. But she recognized that something had to be done. Just as he did. And so, he stood and lead his long exiled people back. In war effort as surprising and as tenacious as only a truly desperate, last stand can be. Even now, if her people found their strength, if they found a true leader to rally them, the princess thought they could resist the Fae. But in doing so, they would only doom both sides for good. And so, she stepped before the council, an attack led with words, but no less desperate or tenacious because of it. "We all know what needs to be done here. We are loosing and if nothing changes, we will have lost soon enough. There needs to be a ceasefire. There needs to be negotiation."
"But princess! Why would they listen? What could they possibly..." she shook her head at the advisor who had just proven an outstanding lack of common sense until he broke off his budding tirade. "Allow me to try. Allow *me* to make the announcement. You will see. It's not like we have much to loose, is it?"
They saw. It would be generations still on the human side before wisdom came back and old wounds healed... but every journey starts with a single step and she was proud to have been the one who made it... along with the once villain, who made it all possible in the first place.
She wanted revenge.
He wanted the power.
No love can prevent this.
Only the darkness will wait for them.
And they knew it.
..eternal sorrow..🌼🤍
okay, I'm ready, fulfill me with your amazing Wattpad plot
Darron sat on his throne drinking his ale waiting for his bride to return. The maidens danced entertaing him, but he has no interest in them. He had no interest in the marriage. But him and Malana had no choice. A marriage to save both of their kingdoms. Both kingdoms are demanding an heir from them. Darron was losing interest until the music shifted and the maidens formed a circle. Malana emerge her long brown hair loosely braided still decorated with her halo crown symbolizing her marriage status. But she wore a blue dress and with thigh high slits on both sides. Her feet bare showing submission to him. Darron took another drink as she began to dance for him. He leaned back against the throne watching her in a different way. He never noticed her beauty before. He always hated her, but now she is arousing him. She danced across the floor up the stairs leading to his throne. He shifted his weight as she danced in front of him. She was beautiful and he was craving her now. Her dance ended and the kingdom clapped as she made herself uncomfortable on his lap.
"You danced beautifully ," he said as the music continued for entertainment.
"Thank you."
"You don't have to be so cold towards me. I am your king now."
She looked at him with her green eyes, " I understand that, but I know I'm not your type. And this marriage will never be consummated."
Darron pulled her close to his chest allowing her to feel him.
"Do you feel that? You did that to me. This marriage will be consummated."
"When then?"
"Tonight my queen, tonight."
She has the weapon yes
This is sooooo good!!
so good!
Okay but the caption should be my life story
"let the hundred-year war be no more, eh?" the king regent says with a hearty laugh, and jude's blood runs cold, colder. "then my daughter and your son shall marry." he raises his cup of wine. everyone toasts in kind. "to the hundred-year peace!"
the cheers of kings and generals resonate beyond the castle walls, and the deal is struck, and there will be no more warfare. jude had fought and bled in defiance of the push and pull of kingdoms. she must feel at least vindicated. but her eyes are wide and disbelieving - a rare display of emotion. her wine stays untouched.
across the table, the heir apparent erasmus, clad in beautiful blue, lifts his cup to her for a toast of his own. his smile beguiles. underneath all that is a bitterness like the one in the pit of her stomach. it is so startlingly human that jude starts, and sees him as if like a mirror of her - young, and yet so jaded, each jewel on their crown a sinking weight. for a moment the boy is not the hundred arrow hunter, the mythical beast that stalks his prey come nightfall, and the reason of the split skin and flesh jude had sown to halfway normal for ten years. for a moment he is simply erasmus of radiance.
jude takes her cup, and he releases a breath, as if in relief. they drink deeply. the room ascends into cheer.
[had jude known, had seen the split-second smirk in erasmus' wine-soaked lips - what then? but now the wine sits in her belly, warming her from the inside, and all she sees is not death personified, but a friend.]
Hiii, could you make a playlist to two spies from my fanfiction? It's from Acotar, Azriel and my character Erya, they're both are spies, in their courts (his- Dream's court; Hers- nightmare's Court) .
The night unfolded with a blend of power dynamics and whispered desires. Kyler, now fully embracing her dark allure, orchestrated a series of commands that tested Adrian's limits. In the flickering candlelight, she reveled in the torment she inflicted upon the once-resolute Duke, each request met with a willing submission.
Kyler, her eyes gleaming with mischief: "Adrian, kneel before me and confess your deepest desires."
Adrian, dropping to his knees, complied with a mix of obedience and eagerness: "My empress, my desires are yours to command."
As the night progressed, Kyler led Adrian through a labyrinth of sensations and scenarios, her orders becoming increasingly intimate and intense. The Moonstone Crowns seemed to absorb and amplify the energy of their clandestine connection.
Kyler, a seductive smile playing on her lips: "Undress, Adrian. Let the vulnerability of the Grand Duke be laid bare before his empress."
Adrian, shedding his garments, willingly exposed himself to Kyler's scrutiny. Each command, no matter how provocative, was met with a submissive surrender, as if a hidden part of him craved the torment she orchestrated.
Kyler, her voice a sultry whisper: "You willingly submit, Adrian. It's a dance between power and pleasure, a tapestry woven in the secrecy of the night."
As the night wore on, Kyler and Adrian delved deeper into the uncharted territory of their connection. Torments turned into shared pleasures, and the boundaries between dominance and submission blurred in the haze of their intimate liaison.
Kyler, her fingers tracing patterns on his skin: "You are mine, Adrian. A willing partner in the shadows, bound not just by duty but by the intoxication of our shared desires."
Adrian, a mix of contentment and desire in his eyes, nodded in silent agreement.
Adrian: "In the shadows, my empress, I find a different kind of strength-a strength that comes from surrendering to you."
As the night reached its climax, the Moonstone Crowns atop their heads seemed to shimmer with a mysterious energy, bearing witness to the unspoken connection that had evolved between Empress Kyler and her willingly tormented companion, Duke Adrian-a connection that would echo through the annals of their shared history.
A playlist for your soulmate is a ghost/ has already left this world?
My heart thundered against my rib cage as the horrifying sound of footsteps sounded against the wooden stairs that led to the door of the room I trembled in. I was still wearing the wedding dress.
Too afraid to take it off.
Too afraid to shed the white.
The footsteps stopped, and I thought I might scream, but I did not. I kept it frozen in my heart. He pushed open the door, eyes darting straight to mine.
“You’re not in bed?”
I took a shaky breath, trying to remember the lines I’d been rehearsing just moments ago.
“I…I have…”
His frosty eyes clouded my mind. “I have a-proposition for you.”
A perfect dark brow rose.
“Really.”
He was curious, I could tell. But more intrigued by the lock of ash blonde hair that hung over my shoulder than in what I was saying.
“What is your proposition for me, Glenn?”
“His life for mine.”
The curiosity morphed to a deadly still.
“You would kill your own flesh and blood to escape belonging to me?”
“I have been trained by the best assassins in the whole of-“
My breath caught in my throat as he closed the gap between us, taking the lock of hair and twisting it around his ringed finger.
“Why not kill me then, Glenn?”
The question was a seductive whisper.
“I…”
“Take the dagger hidden in the bosom of your wedding dress and drive it through my heart.”
I bit back a gasp.
How…?
His dark head fell onto my shoulder, lips brushing against the bare skin. Heat seared up my neck.
“Kill your King, Glenn.”
His hands drew me against his body, moving up and down my back, raking through my hair.
I gasped for breath, knowing I could not kill him, and knowing just as well that I could not tell him why. But I could kill Darian. I would kill Darian. If it would make him stop.
Reading All This Twisted Glory rn and I might bite my tongue off if she doesn’t marry him!
I have not seen the serie "reign" (2013 - 2017); Therefore, and for those who have seen it, I wonder: in this picture, who is the villain? The woman or the man? 🤔🧐.
neither, they were both pawns really
Literally like Realm Breaker except she becomes so power hungry and messes up so much good 💀
suits reign and mary when she thinks about marrying portugals prince
exactly!!
Saw Luke Roberts so I had to click!
perfeita essa playlist
Anne, the mighty warrior of the Sores De fluir was paralized when she saw his face ... the person whobullied , terrorized and killed her puppy dog when they were twelve years old and laughted at her in the middle of the night bhind the barn for the purpose of "why not" smiled as their eyes met for the first time in ten years. He was part of the contestant of bachelor men seeking her hand in marraige in order to expand their kingdom.
Anne with asurprised look gasped and said "no"
But the man who put fear in her despite her warrior status all those yaers ago
, Ryce said "yes"
Feeling like i need to write something but my writing skills aren't the best yet... I mean, i do have ideas but i dont know how to bring them to life 😢
badass playlist!! but frfr does she actually end up marrying him ? i got to around where she was trying to think of alt marriages to help her kingdom and stopped cause i didnt have time to watch and just never continued it :,) someone spoil it for me plzz
can someone please give me some recommendations on books that have this trope?
This an amazing playlist suits my mood at this point ps: I can not find the songs names you wrote that will be listed in the comment section
Só consigo pensar em Jacks e Evangeline ❤😢
Any book recs based on this trope?
Is this picture from that show called Reign about Mary the Queen of Scotland who is in a one-sided battle with her cousin (?) Elizabeth Bolin -Tudor the daughter of Anne Bolyn who was later dubbed the Golden Queen.
Please recommend books for this!!!
I'm beggin please recommend me books with this theme
Just look up dark royalcore books and get lists.
3:17 ❤
Gimme some book recommendations for that one , pleaaase 🙌🏻🥲
Here’s a few good ones ❤❤
The bridge kingdom- Danielle Jenson
King of Battle and Blood- Scarlett St Clair
The Wrath and the Dawn- Renée Adieh
Cruel Beauty- Rosamund Hodge
Court of Dragons by Frost Kay
Cliche but The Cruel Prince and Possibly The Red Queen
@@xxhoneysucklexx1545 ohhhh yet, love those!!!!!
@@Phoenix_playlists ths, will check those out 💛
There is a twist in the story POV he is the one who is forced to marry her.
Amara anstal lenarsa
Icy blonde hair,foggy gray eyes,the most tyrannical ruler,she conquered about everything in a few years after her enthronement. She was less to say unhinged and crazy and..sex crazed.
In this world women rule the absolute authority and the head of the house hold, women were leaders
Alan ashenberg
Dark hair, Amber eyes and a tall frame. Son of the king
Alans POV
Disgusting I could smell blood and as she entered the castle the mood seem to have gotten heavier everything and everyone so tense they might burst from the pressure. I could feel it in my guts my stomach dropped when she stared at me and I felt completely empty inside is my heart throbbed and threatened to jump out of my chest. All the soldiers knelt when she entered and one of them forced me on my knees as well I could feel the floor scratching my knees but I didn't let my facial expressions get the best of me the air around her seems so damed unapproachable. And the woman couldn't stop smiling as dead bodies work carried inside the capital in wagons not a single body remained in one piece. I could feel the warmth of the burning capital city outside the castle as children cried and men were raped by her army,it was a small reflection of what she was. I felt someone's eyes on me digging holes into my chest the weight of the persons eyes was too much for me to handle I looked up and my eyes met the foggiest gray ever the eyes were sharp and did not even flinch when I stared back. But the women only Snickered and went towards my mother's throne she said down is everyone else stood up again I felt horror as my ears went completely numb I just had a steering contest with the most fearful person you could ever meet she was silent. Again she was stairing daggers into my eyes and she wasn't even trying to hide it . She was probably smiling to herself but then she laughed, a very sultry and smooth yet unhinged sound filled the room. I could feel the soldier behind me his hand was stammering continuously he was petrified of what she was thinking just as the others were and now I was included as well.
"The guillotine of atonement"she said nodding to her expecting commander,a bulky woman who had a scar in face ear to ear and red hair a grin spread across her face as my mother and father's eyes popped out in fear and astonishment and i had no idea what this spear of atonement was:the only thing i guessed it wasnt going to be a small cute bunny.
Two soldiers fainted and were dragged out as Amara what the most disgusted look on a face while two men brought in the most gigantic in the most horrific machine I would ever seen in my life
It had a moving blade that would cut a person into two pieces after chopping of the hands with the cut of a string it was an x shaped show the person operating could mutilate the body more. Another man brought 100 different kinds of knife that you wouldn't see in a royal kitchen and I saw fear for the first time in my life I was so petrified I could feel everything go dark and then a sudden rush of adrenaline came pumping in my veins but I shuned it down I snapped my eyes shirt when my mother started begging that monster for mercy I felt tears sting my eyes and my knees went completely week they were wobbly I couldn't even stand up even when I tried the arm on my shoulder was too strong it kept me down as my father was stripped on to the damned guillotine
"Please please...... Don't do this..... You can take all my wealth or behead me"my father screamed while my mother pleaded and pleaded
"Take anything you want just spare us take the kingdom take the damned throne , you can have anything just leave us"my mother's face filled with humiliation and Fury.
amara gave the most pleasant smile possible. And then went stone cold.
"Stop! " she raised her voice. Immediately they stopped where as the redhead commanders mouth flew open. But she quickly regained her composer.
"Do you swear to give me anything i want?"she raised her brows "Y-yes" my mother said after a moment of hesitatio
The smirk on amara s face widened
"Alright then I want him "
She said her eyes paint on me and if I had felt my stomach sync now I was about to vomit it out of my mouth as I felt a sudden burn in my lower abdomen the adrenaline rush came back and I shouted
"You vile f****** monster......... What did we ever do to you what did the children that are burning as we speak did to you what did the man that your army raped ever did to you and your kingdom?"
"Nothing"she said with an intoxicating smile
She turned to my mother and repeated her request "I want your son have him sign a fidelity contract"
There's no way in f****** hell I am signing a slavery contract to this monster of a person ... But very surprisingly my mother nodded her head a few times and stammered and said "y-you can have him just leave me and my d-daughter alone a boy like him is of no use to me "my mother's words pierced swords into my heart, she made me sign that damned contract, and chopped the heads of my mother,sister and father before I could blink another eye. Even though my mother had given up on me my sister had bullied me forever in my father had neglected me since my childhood, I still care for them a hollow scream left my mouth as the blood of my family members was spluttered on the walls Amara stared at me "prepare another room in the harem,she turned to me and continued and you follow me to my bed chambers "she fixed her hair as the commanders Snickerd saying something that sounded like 'shits going down' but she shut up when amara kooked at her
Not yall writing wattpad fanfics in the comments, and not me reading them all 😭😂
The picture is from "Reign", right?😯🥰
yes!
Does anyone have any book recommendations like this??
It would be helpful if you have the songs on the screen as I sciped my favourite song
Gloria Regali is My favourite song
There's literally an Indian tv show based on this concept
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At least she was clever enough to get married.
Do you guys have any book recs ??
Hi! I have a few
1. Once upon a broken heart by Stephanie Garber
2. A deal with the Elf King by Elise Kova (or any book of the "married to magic" series by her)
which tv show is the guy from ik the girl is from reign but i dont recognize him
btw loved this playlist
Hey! The actor's name is Luke roberts! It's a scene from Reign 1x4. Sorry for a late reply!
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