Hiding in an abandoned castle, running away from your arranged marriage; dark royalty playlist 

- Timestamps! - 0:00 Agnus Dei” by Samuel Barber 8:40 “On the Nature of Daylight” by Max Ritcher, slowed 17:16 the art teacher 20:52 nocturne no1 in b flat minor (chopin) 26:34 hungarian dance no1 (brahms) 29:56 Masquerade of Ghosts 33:55 Masquerade of Vampires 37:35 Devil's Trill Sonata - Giuseppe Tartini

real pov: hiding in a royalty playlist, running away from your homework

And now we wait for the POVs...

That's it I'm buying a castle. who's coming with me? we can even install speakers in every corner and play music like this to have a main character moment all day every day

i love how good these playlists are AND the fact that people make stories in the comments so you can feel like you’re living the fantasies to just get away.. :>

POV The darkness engulfed her body, as her frantic breath was the only noise resounding through the century old trees in the forest. Her trembling hands lifted her once pristine dress, the excess material seemingly weighing her down. She left a trail of lace and tulle behind as the delicate materials were caught in the thorns of some bushes. With the moon reigning on the dark sky above her, she found her way forward. _They_ would not catch her, ever. She would sooner die than be wed to that repulsive, dishonorable man. Because other than his wealth, lands and titles, he had nothing. He did, however, think that he had _almost_ anything. She was the only piece left in order to complete the picture. For him, marrying the beautiful daughter of your once sworn enemies had some twisted, poetic feel to it. She felt a fire spread through her entire body; the already familiar rage enveloped her whenever thoughts of her family swirled inside her mind. In order to preserve their social position, her parents saw fit to arrange her marriage to “a respected bachelor”. When she had first heard of their wish, she did not worry too much. She was a cunning and persuasive woman, after all, so she thought that she could sway them without too much of an effort. But her plans crashed at her feet when she found out who her betrothed was. Lord Doran - a sly, vile man, responsible for her family’s fall from grace. When it came to the status her marriage to him would give them, however, her family seemed to suddenly forget who he was. Their desperation and hypocrisy angered her immensely. Seeing as they were always the ones to tell her to never settle down when she still had some fight left in her, the irony of the situation would have been somewhat amusing, had it not been her freedom on the line. But just like they had taught her, she would not back down. After all, she still had some fight left in her. As the heavy dress slowed her down too much for her taste, she stopped running for a moment, even though she could hear the hounds in the distance. They were getting closer by the minute. Reaching for the dagger hidden in the garter around her thigh, she started slashing furiously at the material pooling around her waist. It only took a few long, rapid strokes for the lace to fall at her feet; she was left with nothing but a delicate layer of material covering her slender body. She smiled slightly as she almost heard _him_ say that she was too familiar with the dagger. “Soon”, she thought as she started running again. Distracted by her thoughts, she did not notice the absence of the moon; the sky was clouded and she felt a droplet of water fall onto her skin. Before she even had time to react, the heavy storm came down. The violent rain surrounded her, making it difficult to see. But that would not stop her, as she knew the way to the old castle like the back of her hand, for she had traveled that road many times before. Being a noble and having a commoner lover, meeting in secrecy was nothing new to her. Her mind flooded with images of his green eyes, the thoughts consuming her so much that she forgot the reason she was running away. Still, a surge of panic coursed through her veins when, apart from the hounds, she heard voices in the distance. _Many voices,_ all belonging to numerous men. She ran faster, as fast as her legs could carry her, gritting her teeth. Her body was on fire, but she could not stop. Her lungs soon protested, seemingly refusing to cooperate with her in her quest to escape, once and for all. “Not now, not now.”, she whispered continuously. However, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the old, imposing castle appear a short distance from her. She stopped in her tracks, unable to think of anything else but how close she was to her freedom. She started running again, not stopping until she found herself wandering the dark hallways of the castle. Everywhere she looked, she saw images of _him,_ of her, of them. She could almost feel his green eyes watching her, burning each inch of skin they were set on. Making her way through the abandoned castle, she closed her eyes, fingers grazing the antique walls. She thought of the men _hunting_ her and how grateful she was for the storm, as it would cover her tracks. Sighing deeply, she made her way through the hallways, in search of the grand, old library. A few moments passed before she opened the heavy mahogany doors, a sinister creak filling the air. But just before she stepped into the library, she heard a noise behind her. It was so soft, she almost missed it. _Almost._ Regaining her composure rapidly, she entered the huge room, filled to the brim with books. If someone was indeed already there, the library, with all its aisles, would give her an advantage. She walked through the chamber with confidence, careful to not give away the fact that she was aware of the stranger’s presence. As she stepped further and further into the library, the creak of the door was heard again. Her hands curled into fists; she slipped behind a huge bookcase, waiting. She heard the stranger’s faint steps retrace hers, so that could only mean they were coming after her. She listened attentively, hand reaching under her dress, for the dagger strapped to her right thigh. The sound of heavy boots against the floor was unmistakable. It was a man, then. And he was getting closer and closer to her, until his steps could not be heard anymore. She knew that it was because he had reached her hiding spot, waiting on the other side. She clutched her dagger between slender fingers, coming out of her hiding place, ready to confront the stranger. _Ready to kill him, even._ She moved as fast as a lightning bolt that hits the ground, coming face to face with the man; a dark hood hid his face and she gritted her teeth. “Reveal yourself.”, she spoke, a determined edge in her voice. She was in front of him, her weapon pointed at his neck. And then, he took off the black hood. “You’re as familiar as ever with that dagger, my love.” When she heard that voice she loved so much, everything seemed to come to a stop around her. _Freedom was now palpable._

This inspires me to animate a whole series about a princess who ran away- I don't do animations--

The wedding was jovial, but the knight knew something was terribly wrong with the princess. He met eyes with her once, as she walked past him in the dining hall. She had darling black eyes and round, rosy cheeks; it was no wonder the foreign prince had clamored to make her his wife. The knight knew the princess, however. He had been training to protect her since he was strong enough the pick up a sword. The princess had a strong spirit, and would, under normal circumstances, have never approved of him. Her smiles created no wrinkles in her eyes- a mask. The knight knew the feeling all too well. He wanted to extend a gloved hand to her, to pull her out of this golden cage. Yet, he was a puppet to the monarchy, and all he could do was be dragged by strings and watch. He thought about the wedding all throughout the night, as he patrolled the halls. Another knight had fallen ill, leaving an empty spot in the night guard that he was made to fill. What an annoyance. The knight snapped out of his thoughts as he realized which hall he was in- the room where the newlyweds were to reside for the night laid a mere ten feet in front of him. He approached the door, subconsciously lightening the sound of his footsteps. The strange feeling he had felt at the ceremony returned, bringing a new friend with it- subtle dread. The knight wanted to pry open the door and check on the two of them, but wouldn’t that be strange? He had no reason to, anyways. What reason would “a strange feeling” be to his superiors? A poor one. He sighed, and turned to leave, when he spotted the strangest shine on the ground. He blinked, to make sure the dim castle lighting wasn’t deceiving him, and then kneeled to the ground just to be sure. The knight’s heart twisted viciously- what reason is a pool of blood emerging from beneath the newlywed’s door? His breath began to unsteady as he quickly shot up and grabbed the door handle, forcing it open. His main concern was for the princess, and figured she was in grave danger if not already harmed, but he was quickly disproven when the only corpse on the floor belonged to the husband. He silently gasped, and his golden ones shot up, his gaze being greeted with the silhouette of the princess in front of the open window, holding a dripping dagger. She was balanced on the windowsill, and judging by her pose, was about to climb out of it before being interrupted. Quickly, she hopped back onto the ground and began walking towards the knight, dagger pointed directly at his chest. Her hair was loose, and she wore only her white nightgown, now stained red. “You’re running away?” the knight’s voice was a little too breathless, a little too pathetic-sounding for his taste. “You’re going to stop me?” she asked, daring the knight to try. She walked right up to him and put the blade up against the skin of his throat. He let her get that close. He was stunned. “I’m going to climb down from that window and I’m going to make my leave and if you breathe a word of this to anyone else and I am dragged back here, I will personally have your head. I’ll rip it off with my own two hands. Do I make myself clear?” When the knight didn’t respond, the princess leaned in a little closer, grip tightening on the dagger. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?” The knight blinked, then spoke again. “Y-you can’t leave.” The princess narrowed her eyes in anger, but the knight continued. “Not that way.” “...excuse me?” “If you’re planning to escape through the garden, you’ll get caught. There’s guards positioned there tonight.” The princess stared at the knight with a look of strange mixed emotions, then slowly lowered her dagger. “You... you’re actively helping me.” “Isn’t my role as a knight to protect you?” The two of them stood in silence for a moment before the knight stepped back, towards the door. “I know a shortcut out of the castle. I use it all the time when I need a breath of fresh air. It’s much more secure than your plan.” “How am I supposed to trust you?” “Well, it’s your choice. You can make decisions on your own.” The knight eyed the corpse as he said that. He then looked up at the princess, and extended his hand. “But I’m hoping you’ll find it in your heart to come with me. I’ll take you somewhere safe.”

POV: I read the POVs, and my heart grows heavier as i scroll. It seems like something is pulling my heartstrings. Hard; but not enough to let it rip. "They just make stories, it's not real." But; How do they know, that someone like me, would read the stories of my life written by those who can only imagine?

She ran as fast as her legs would take her. She wasn’t giving up her freedom, not yet not ever. She could hear the branches breaking, the bushes and leaves rustling as they drew ever closer. Her heart pounded and her body hurt and her brain was a mess, but she never stopped running. She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew she needed to go. She felt sick to the stomach, she could feel the ever growing and branching out fear. She kept running and running, and she felt like she could shut down any minute, but then, she came to a stop. In front of her was a lake. The water sparkled under moonlight, and if she had the time to she would’ve loved to stay and admire the beautiful sight before her. But she needed to go, and there was no more land for her to tread on. So without another thought, she jumped in. She could no longer hear the noise of the night nor those who sought to capture her. She wouldn’t dare open her eyes. She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, and she felt as if she could not move, she thrashed around but despite her efforts she was stuck in place. Her fear was back. ‘They’re going to get me, I need to move!’ Everything fell still, and she could hear a soft noise, it sounded close, very close. It grew louder, and she realized that it was a song. ‘What?’ Before she could put anymore thought into it, she heard something jump into the lake with her, and she could feel the water moving around her. ‘They’re here, I need to go. Now.’ But she still couldn’t move. What was worse is that she needed to go up for air. Suddenly she felt the water shift beside her, as if something had slithered past, towards whoever had went in after her. Her spine shivered and all of a sudden she went cold. The sounds of muffled screams and struggling paired with the water shifting with this struggling terrified her. She could almost smell the blood in the water. She quickly opened her eyes, around her floated crimson. Others jumped in and they had been torn apart as well from what she had heard. She wouldn’t dare turn around, but she couldn’t move away either. Her vision started to go blurry and a strange sense of calm washed over her. She could hear the song again, and before she knew it she was asleep. *I tried my best with this (￣∇￣)* *and yes, I do know I’m late.*

the sound of you heels touching the ground floor of the abandoned castle your mother told you about is nothing but a loud thumping. tears flow down your cheeks, wishing every second for comfort and love. Eric? he's nothing but a lie. Nobody sees it, nobody seems to care. He never loves you you are just his getaway to be the next crowned king. all the abusive actions he used against you, you can't take it anymore. Running as the best options-- 8:40 you stop as the sound of a beautiful violin plays... 'who would that be? in this abandoned castle? Mother never told me about it. Why didn't you tell me before you leave me mother?' you stand up, your white wedding dress is torn down. mud covering half of your dress.. the flowers on you hair are still there. you walk up the grand stairs. every moment the violin plays, you feel calm.. forgetting about the troubles you are in. The castle are indeed beautiful. even though it looks ruined. the sunlight entering the big window...the rain, the air, the nature. as you enter the big hall you saw a man. playing the violin. he plays it very well.. most of all, he plays it with his heart. you can't help but stare. the man stop playing. he turn around. his brown/blonde hair, his innocent blue/green eyes. "hello, y/n. I've been waiting for you.."

POV: I could not yet understand what was happening. My mind ran with confusion as my feet ran quicker, racing my thoughts. I thought of how life was, how different I perceived it as a child. I could not wait for my prince charming to swoop me off my feet, hold me tight, love me... Running with my dress in hand, I pass by a huge castle. A beautiful one with six towers dominate the skyline of this massive castle and are connected by huge, narrow walls made of white marble. The castle had beautiful greenery, even more, beautiful than the ones in Copernia, surrounding it. The sound of the guards faded and I quickly gave into the beautiful meadow before me. There was a huge metal gate with no guards protecting it. There were no enormous statues of the kings before us. There was only blooming sunshine when you walk in, it was as if everything on the outside had disappeared. The castle was the safest most dangerous place I have encountered. I feel like the young me here. The girl who had dreams filled with hope and love. The girl who wished to wed. The girl who stood by her bedroom window every night. Talking to the stars. Maybe I could talk to the stars here. I explore and dive deeper into the meadow as I encounter the huge building. The marble walls gave it a heaven effect. It was majestic and terrifying. Perfect and horrible. I run my hands on the walls. As expected, they are softer than the Queen’s blanket. As I take a step forward inside, I am yet but aghast. A grand staircase filled the room with beauty. This castle… It has somehow affected me. It drew me in like a needle in a haystack. I take a few steps closer and examine the walls. There was beautifully detailed art pained everywhere. The meadow did not end outside for there were stunning plants decorated everywhere. I come closer and smell the flowers. Mesmerizing. I close my hands and take another breath in, never wanting the smell to leave my nose. 

With my eyes closed, I felt a presence behind me. I may be a princess but I have learned and memorized the walking paces of people. I have learned the steps of one guides them everywhere. Evil and good. Suddenly, a husky voice echoes through the whole castle, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Her dress, a gown of midnight, pooled around her petite stature, burying . For no one saw her true nature . Heart pacing, mind hazing,what had she done? It swarmed each corner of her mind . The guilt, stained like crimson blood would not be banished from her psyche. She was now cold, bare feet tracing the icy floor. The palace looked all the more daunting at night, flooded with darkness. An ere of mystery set around the place, an omen of her sin. The knife, the image ingrained in her mind. She did it , was this the taste of freedom she had so longed for or the sickness of guilt. The price of freedom was indeed high. But was it worth it? She had struck a bargain with the night, she was free. For now. The rest lied with the fates, in their daunting power.

Glass Pane (A Poem) - Turning to the window; A spider dances, spinning her ligatures In the fallen sunlight. Oblivious to the spectrum of colour Thrown out from her labour Shrouding the window pane. Placing a hand on the cool glass; A crack groans inwardly Sharp intake of breath - The hand is removed to reveal A dark crimson Damsel... She waltzes toward long expired Sarcophagidae. The web is unbroken.

She fled from a life of luxury. Of unearned praise. Of regret. She knew when they entered her bedchambers in the morning, they would find little explanation for her vacant bed. As she ran, she wondered if they would ever notice the single missing ball gown, or the hollow board in the floor where she had buried the letters from a love she would never be allowed to have. She fled from a jealous suitor, from fêtes and fortunes, from the demands of her former life. Her former life. She liked the sound of that. As the abandoned castle loomed before her, a dark and broken shape overgrown with ivy and briars, she fled.

A short story! (wlw edition) “You want freedom yes princess?” The witch stepped out from the shadows of the seemingly abandoned building, welcoming the girl who sought shelter. Of course startled by the others presence the princess backed away. “You...who are you?” “Just a person who happens to live here! Well, of course I’ll have to do some redecorating soon but you’re more than welcome to follow me. Afterall, you’re soaked...poor thing-“ The witch offered out her hand and the princess hesitantly took it and was suddenly led to the next room which was warm. A comfort the royal hadn’t felt even in her own home. Shelves of glass bottles lined the walls, additionally there was a small kitchen, along with what seemed like a pot...or cauldron. “Such a shame about your dress. Though I suppose I can’t blame you...” The princess grabbed the old cloak the witch handed her to dry off, giving off a small shiver. She had only just met this woman, but something made her want to stay forever. Something was just so mesmerizing, it made her feel more than what she ever felt for the prince. “Why are you helping me miss?” “Because you’re a lot like me...driven to run away from society because of something you can’t control.” The princess looked up at the witch, who now seemed to be sitting next to her. “Well...it doesn’t seem like I can go back to the wedding now.” the ex-bride started. “So, would you mind if I stayed here for a bit.” They both seemed to reach out, seeking the comfort of each other, and slowly interlacing their fingers together. “Of course dear-“

A poem hope you like it ~ wine intoxicated air Strings which bind blood Eternal love was so powerful That sinful soul purified Sin I promise I will knock before Now this love Won't shiver To which I flee The lands of dark To her i came Forever Thanks for reading

When I was very young I heard those words "It's a deal" my father said At the time I didn't know what deal they were talking about But last month I found out I'll have to marry the prince That is the deal my dear father made That was when I realised I was just a piece on the game he was playing Just a way of getting more, and more power On the day of my marriage I stood there In my white dress I wanted to run away I wanted to just run I out of that place And run And run And run I wanted to run until my lungs burn Until my legs couldn't move anymore So I did that I started running "PRINCESS COME BACK" I heard But I kept running I run pass my father Confusion, and then fury taking over his eyes I hear his strong voice calling out the guards But I kept running I heard footsteps behind me And angry voices calling out my name But I kept running I run out of the castle and into the woods With my bare feet hurting And my white dress not so white anymore I run in the abandoned castle One of his side in ruins But the other completely intact I liked to wonder there sometimes It was peaceful I run to the farthest room And hide behind a big wardrobe I hold my breath And feel tears run down my face They call me out I remain there I let a sob out and the General finds me He was a clever men I always respected him "General, please!" I cry out "Princess, I cannot allow you to run away from your duties" he tells me I try to clean my face from the tears But they didn't want to stop coming "I just want to find true love. What's so wrong with that?" I whisper "Princess, give the Prince a chance" he tells me I shake my head no "I didn't want it to be by the hard way" he says He yells the guards They came They got me They dragged me back to the castle I was crying so much that I couldn't see I got married the next day I lost the small bit of freedom that I had Again I was just a piece in a game Just a piece

When I think about it, haven’t I always been alone? Sure, plenty have bowed to me, served me, and my mother has always treated me respectfully, my father buying me the most expensive items. And honestly, that’s what I thought was love. But it’s not. And that’s the hard truth of my life. Misery was what brung me to this town. I still remember the day, my father telling me my arranger marriage details, me screaming and crying, for what have I done to be sold to a man who will never love me? For I know, I cannot try. I ran, slipping out of that room, out of the servants quarters, running as if I could run away from what had been my life. The rain soaked my gown, mud stained the whole of it. When I arrived, shivering at this quaint town, about miles from my palace, a father with two daughters took me in. I think of them as my own now. I don’t live like a princess, but I live in love. What I thought was love was corrupted, and there was nothing there to cling onto. News spread of the missing princess, and alas, the princesses death. It wasn’t a shock they’d cover up the disgrace. And it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter at all. And I was happy. They knew it. They knew I was. Or else they would have searched farther. Perhaps that’s the beauty of their corrupted love, maybe they saw what I had lived. Maybe they understood. One things for sure, love comes from the heart, and not from the riches you may hold.

POV: There she was, running as fast as her fragile legs allowed her, with half of her dress torn and muddy The cause? A marriage that she would never accept For the moment no one had noticed her absence, since they never paid much attention to her, but she knew that at some point (perhaps the same day of the wedding), they would realize that she had fled She did not care For the moment, she was free For the moment, she could smell freedom without any compromise This is my first pov, I know it kinda sucks but I hope you enjoy!

my hands are cold now they've been cold for hours wet stone against my back, drops of rain in my eyes I'm not crying, not for now probably havent realized what I've done yet what _have_ I done ? ran, I guess ran as I always do for he was so beautiful, the man I was offered to his smile like a burning flame in a cold, cold face - my hands are matching it now - a cold face with black eyes that could've swallowed me whole _do swallow me whole love, feed on my flesh and burn the rest_ but no I've ran, ran as I always do white drenched silk is spreading around me like petals of a dying flower I'm not crying, not yet I would be lying if I said there hadn't been a kind of joy to it, in being spun around like a pretty thing too delicate to touch, setting foot on a board where the game was clear and where I was the price, being desired, an object of beauty taking comfort in being just that; an object, not having to keep on the hard and unrewarding labor of being human, person, _girl_ letting go of everything, here now smile, bow, smile again, you look so pretty doing it, your skirt bristle around your ankles like a nervous butterfly and your gloves are made of silk so no one can actually feel the warmth of you hands, how _alive_ they are, how you have a real body and a real mind I saw his black eyes piercing through me as I've walked down the isle empty of everything, _I knew he didn't love me, I knew he didn't, his love is blond and fair and free of the burdening curves of femininity, his love can run free in the woods without anyone to shout for him to come back, come back, surrender to your nature let yourself be swallow by men_ women I am with all the tenderness and violence of it women I am and I ran oh what do I always run away from ? is it you love ? is it from knowing you'll never care ? you reserve your respect for the men, not the foreign, mundane minds of women women are very silly things in all honesty, they are chatter that brighten a room until you find it annoying, they give sons to raise and daughters to decorate, they care about such vain, vain things, vain dolls made of flesh without a though into their head and what of me ? what to do now, how to exist ? I don't know run run again, run some more, go into the woods and dissolve myself into the ancestral bodies of the trees, sleep in moss, sharpen my nails, burst your black eyes with them if you ever come looking for me, be a witch, be a frightening wild thing at the border of the world of men, drink the rain and let my voice echo into the silence of my own freedom I'm not crying, not yet but I don't think I ever will

*Enjoy the story!* The early evening had come in for the Kingdom of Sarian. The hustle and bustle of the streets continued with merchants selling their goods, women and children roaming to and fro, gathering the necessities for their lunches and dinners; and guards roaming to keep the peace. But there was one person who hadn’t found the peaceful ways of this early evening, to be taken lightly. With a hood over her head of dark blue hair, Isadora crept out of the alleyway from one of the main shops. Her bright red eyes looked to and fro, hoping nobody recognized her under the hooded cloak she wore. She waited 30 seconds, before taking her time coming out of the tight space and running down the street until she reached the end of town. During that trek, some of the citizens had noticed her running towards the forest. Seeing as they didn’t know who she was, they didn’t pay her any mind. Now skidding to a stop, panting heavily, Isadora stared up at the forest before her, looming over her like a large shadow, ready to swallow her whole. Her gaze turned back towards the town, waiting to see if anyone was following. Soon after she heard the loud shouts of the Palace Guards coming her way, she continued on. With a grunt of confidence, her figure disappeared within the shadows of the forest. The hood never slipped from her head, as she hurried along the rough path ahead; trampling through the many sticks and stones that were in her way. Why was she running? Only she knew the answer. Back at the Palace, King Antony was furious. “Where is she?!” he growled. “My men found her running towards the forest, your majesty,” one of the Palace Guards informed. “The forest?! Why in the world would she be going there? I want her back here in one piece or heads will roll!” “Yes sire!” Back in the forest, Isadora passed by the large lake; unknown to the herd of Zuqan that were busy relaxing in and on the sides of the bank. When they noticed the Princess running as if she was in danger, their eyes and horns glowed brightly to give her some light. Once Isadora noticed a strange light helping her see the path before her, she stopped to turn and saw the herd of Zuqan sitting among the lake, all staring at her. Not sure how to react, she continued on her way. The sounds of the Guards’ horses were faint, but she knew they were coming after. As soon as she made it to a large tree that had leaves looking like water droplets, she hurriedly traced out a blue door within the bark and quickly ran through it. Sighing deeply, she sailed down the staircase that appeared before her. It ran for a minute until she found another door to go through. What revealed behind it, was a forest of oak doors. All of them had special symbols engraved upon them. She picked one that had the sign of a snowflake on it. A snowy forest lay in her wake, once she came through the door. The wind was fierce, snow was blowing wildly, and there was nobody to be seen. The cloak was wrapped around her tightly now as she shivered while pushing herself through the thick snow. Her clothes slowly transformed into a long dark crimson gown with a fur-covered hood. Black wool gloves covered her hands and short brown boots covered her feet. She walked for about 10 minutes, before finding a log cabin in a clearing of the forest. She made refuge inside, now sitting in the living room with the fireplace blazing. "Well, well, well, look at what the Zuqan dragged in," a sudden voice greeted.

POV: “This supposed love is simply an illusion, can’t you see?” You cry out, tired of the fake happiness you’ve had to endure. “Don’t,” the prince said in a shaky voice. “Don’t lie and say you never loved me.” Tears threatened to spill from his waterline. “Don’t lie and say you did.” __________

Tattered lace hangs from your dress pooling around your ankles as you sit in the dark, breathing shallow coming out in short gasps. You remain silent. You bite back a squeal as a mouse patters down the halls running over your shoeless feet as it goes. It seemed days ago that you were the belle of the ball, escorted by the king himself. Barely holding his arm, you had descended a flight of ornate stares sparkling in the candle light. All eyes were on you. It was only natural. Your beauty was infamous; spellbinding in the way it could melt even the most cold-hearted of them all. You were perfect. You were a prize. And it was only mere hours ago when you descended the stairs King in tow, or should you say, your promised. Glares of jealous courtiers followed you, begging for you to trip and fall, to injure yourself, to die. But it was not to be. The King’s vice-like grip on your waist made it impossible, and what looked like a show of devotion was really a way of marking you in front of everyone. The first waltz began, and you were shown off like a prized art piece, priceless in its way. Dipped and spun around the embellished ballroom you had no choice but to comply. Your parents stood off to the side, almost as fawned over as you are by courtiers. They wish to know how this match is so perfect, all the stories they can pry from your parents wondering mouths. Whether they be true or false they are unaware. But most of what they say will be undoubtedly a lie. There was no riding incident where the King rescued you, nor did he tend to you til you woke. Your parents made a deal with the King: for them to raise rankings from mere dukedom they would give him their daughter’s hand in marriage - yours. The King seemed not to get more than a pretty face for his queen, he wanted not an equal but a submissive, someone to boss about, do what he said. He would keep her under his thumb controlling her every movement. But the one thing you had learned from this wretched life you had led was that you followed no one’s orders but your own. That night you fled from them all with nothing more than the clothes on your back. You ran from the servants exit knowing the way by heart. You flung your shoes to the wind untying your hair as you ran, feeling once more like the child you once were. You catch your dress by the rocks, and as it rips you see the tear that has separated you from the only people you have ever known. This is one more sign of rebellion, and the last time you will ever think about them with longing again. You bunch up the dress by your knees moving as quickly as possible. You have until daybreak until the notice your absence. Sky dark and gloomy, you notice the silhouette of a castle. Refuge. You have gone much further than you expected but that is better than not. The rain pummels down in heavy drops; lightning crackles in the distance. You jump through a broken window avoiding the scatterings of glass with your bare feet, and search for a bare place to rest awhile. Finally alone, you let yourself cry. Digging your hands into your pockets you find a small trinket from another life, the same one you left behind. You received it at your first ball so many years ago, yet you remember it clear as the hate you feel towards the person who gifted it to you. It was a trinket from another life, from a boy to a girl, a prince to a court child, from one friend to another. But that prince had become a king. And he was that little boy no more. Overwhelmed by your feelings of betrayal and hatred from the person you trusted most, your eyes lock onto a suit of armour in the corner. You had once trusted a monster, told him everything until he eventually and inevitably used it against you. You no longer wanted to be a pawn in this cruel game he had laid out. This King was a tyrant, a murderer, a monster. You smiled at the irony of what he always used to tell you as children, ‘monsters must be slain by the good guys because who else will save the people.’ _Monsters must be slain_. A slow smile takes over your face upturned at the edge. _Long live the king_. *This was my first attempt; what do you think?*

Sometimes, I feel like a fragile, small tea cup overflowing with tea until eventually it all overflows and I am left with an empty tea cup. When that happens, I either feel relief or anguish.

Ahh this looks like it'll be delightful!

POV: She was wearing a long white bridal gown that flowed through the filth and grime on the ground. Her hair was damaged and her makeup was smeared by the rain. She didn't want this existence: she didn't want to be trapped in something she will hate for the rest of her life. Today, her wedding day, was her only chance to get away. She'd finally tell them what they wanted to hear, her dark truth that was never a truth, after all these years of being imprisoned as as the dark princess.

I always love these.This music gives me chills. I used to hate classical music but this opened doors of peace for me. I have a playlist full of dark academia on spotify. If ya'll want to listen to it, its called Dark Academia Created by Mel Gourlas with the blue butterfly emoji :)

timid was a word often used to describe elissa, but in this moment, she was anything but. her steps, quick and sure, led her through the muddy forest that fateful night. only eric had followed her out of her humble cottage. of course, her parents stayed planted as elissa jumped out of the window and escaped into the night. they knew that she wouldn't be happy with the arrangement with eric, but did they know the lengths elissa would go to get out of it all? she assumed they hadn't. but what her parents thought no longer mattered. elissa was free of them; now she needed to be free of *him*. the grimace he expressed her when the engagement was announced flashed through elissa's mind, and she stumbled. a wet branch wiped her and the large dress she wore to the forest ground. she heard eric's swift steps in the near distance, so she knew she had to get up, but a sharp pain shot up her leg when she tried to stand. "running is pointless, elissa." this could not be her demise. it couldn't. it simply couldn't be. she had to fight, one way or another. as eric approached her, she kicked the leg that was not hurt towards him with a tried grunt. eric barely moved. elissa attempted to pull herself up again, but to no avail. she was took weak to run or fight. she only had one last hope. "please. get my parents. I'm hurt," she begged through deep breaths. "do you think your parents want anything to do with you after what you've just pulled?" the wet branches around her snapped as eric kneeled beside her, his hot breath travelling across the side of her face. she turned her head, which only caused the wood to scrape against her cheek. the sting in her face momentarily distracted her from her limp leg, and that's when she gained the strength to sit up. "am i so insufferable that you must run like this? hurt yourself?" his hard hands snapped around her face as if a magnet pulled him to her. the wounds on her cheek cried for help as his rough skin met hers. "i would have given you the life you deserved. a life where you are well protected. a life where you are _loved._" she turned away from him, but his hand still cupped her cheeks. she knew his words to be lies. he spit the exact lies to his late wife Marie, who was elissa's older sister. her _only_ sister. elissa received letters stained with tears every day from marie. she begged elissa to come and save her in secret because he hurt her. her hurt her so badly that she is now gone. what about that is love? "you killed my sister," elissa said, just as she had told her parents. they never listened. they said Marie was always a sickly child; it was just a matter of time before it killed her. eric grunted. "your sister was weak. she died of her own incapabilities, but you... you are strong, elissa. i will take much better care of you now that i have you." more lies. just last night, she overheard him celebrating how quiet and shy elissa was. he said that would make her obedient. only someone weak would obey someone as insecure and boastful as eric. "you do not have me." she grasped onto the hand that held her face and dug her nails deep inside of it. his face tightened, but eric did not budge. and when she tried to pry him off, he did not budge. when she yelled in agony, he did not budge. eric laughed, proud. "i thought i would enjoy your obedience, but your fight quite arouses me." as his hands slowly travelled down to her neck, elissa thrusted forward, trying to meet her nails with his face, his eyes, with *any* weak spot. but his hand was tightly around her neck before she could do any damage. she cried out begging to be released, but that only took her breath away. she was moments away from her last breath. she could not afford to yell. her vision began to go black. it was as if the world around her was disappearing, but she could not let that happen. what, if not her might, could save her now?

Her delicate fingers twisted the lace elegantly before it came cascading down like gentle ocean ripples. As the layers of satin danced through the air to their final resting place on the polished mahogany, her chocolate curls bounced from her scalp and down her narrow shoulders. As she turned, the shadows crawled down her spine and over her thighs to finally rest at her calves. For a moment, I stood completely captivated by her beauty. It was in this moment that I realized I'd reached Nirvana. Every curve, and dimple appeared as though it had been chiseled by an expert sculptor. I was sure, in this moment, that this was how Hades felt as he watched Persephone pick flowers from the meadow. I felt as though I was staring into the view of a painter, and their muse. I was so fixated, I almost missed the fact that she had asked me a question. "...What?" I asked in an attempt to shift back to some semblance of reality. "My dress" She whispered in that subtle Scottish lilt that I'd come to love. I swung around and back to hand her the gown that had been laid out on her bed. The glass beading sparkled in the afternoon sunlight streaming in from the gilded windows. As she slipped the gown over her head, every muscle in her back and shoulders became pronounced. It fascinated me how under such a delicate, and gentle physique could be such a defined muscular structure. It was in this moment, that I knew I was where I was supposed to be.

Pov Corpse Bride: Emily woke up to the strange lack of necessity to draw breath;in fact, it felt like a hollow space in her chest as if her heart had been taken. But no, there it layed, unbeating and dead like her. No pain,but no hapiness either came to Emily as she found herself in the forest, the full moon bathing her cold skin in light. She found herself crying desperately, as she descended to the underworld, without love, and without any of her money and jewelry. She was dead inside too, but she promised to the tree beside her that love would set her free,just like now it was chaining her in despair. I dont know if I'll get likes for this, so just enjoy this scene I imagined from the movie.

POV: Your rich now and your enemies are jealous 👀

Princess Alice By: AKHkim The sounds of a horse’s hooves slamming onto the dirt floor echo throughout the abandoned forest making the eerie atmosphere feel more adventurous. Although the atmosphere did not effect the young lady who seemed to be a bit under dressed for her stature. Alice was filled with emotions she rarely ever experienced. The foreign, but almost familiar, emotions overcame her. Anger, confusion, fury, and worry. These emotions plagued her ever since she attended the ball. Who is she kidding? She should’ve trusted her gut even before the ball. Weeks prior ever since the eunuch announced the ball she already had a bad promotion. So now here she was. Running. Running away from the problem. The problem that appeared ever since Prince Marcus came to the kingdom. Off the path of the eerie forest Alice was now lost, but she wasn’t afraid. She continued. She rode with no halts. She rode as if a bird was set free from the cage. With no destination she took twist and turns, lefts and rights, in conclusion she did not stop. As if hours- No as if centuries have passed, up ahead an outline of a castle appeared. If it weren’t the glaring setting sun outlining the building Alice would’ve passed it and rode with no break. Pulling the reins of the horse Alice rode towards the castle. Finally reaching the gates of the seemed to be abandoned castle she jumped off the horse and walked towards the gate with wary. Placing her hands onto the gate she gave a push. *CREEEK* The high pitched sound resonated in her ears making her wince slightly. With a slight sign of hesitance on her face Alice shook her head and made her resolve. Taking the reins of her horse she dragged the reluctant animal with her. Reaching the steps of the castle she looked around with caution before tying the reins of her horse to the stone railing. With brave steps she walked up the stairs that led to the gigantic rotten door. Pushing the doors she was flabbergasted. A red velvet carpet rolled across the marble tiled floors, although they were dirtied with fine dust anybody could tell that it was the most exquisite marble from just a glance. Everything in general was exquisite. From the murals on the ceilings to the wall trims that designed the walls. Everything felt rich. Even for Alice and that came from a runaway princess. Jaws dropped with awe she breathed out the air she didn’t realize she was holding. With silent steps she walked to the middle of the room and craned her neck to look at the gigantic dazzling crystal chandelier. As if trapped under the spell of the castle she continued to explore. To the kitchen, library, music room, the study and all the way to the master bedroom she soon explored the whole castle unknowingly. She was in awe, but who knew the consequences of distraction and having your guard down were heavy and the price was no far from fair. Alice once beautiful was now just of a skeleton. Her clothes now dusted with webs and dirt. And her beating heart no more. Who would’ve known that time had sped and her life was short? Who knew that her worries were false and unnecessary? Who knew she was no longer part of history? Who knew that all was a trap and everything was under the influence of magic? The answer? The answer is that of no one. Since the creator, the god, the almighty was no longer interested in the life of Princess Alice and that they no longer loved Alice. That the Almighty Creator that people once looked down upon just killed one of their creations as if they were a fleeting thought, so the answer? The answer is @&!?€#%- - - CODE 57391748 ERROR |

"Your Highness!" "Princess!" The calls of the people of the castle couldn't be heard over the sound of a sniffling girl. Dressed in a white wedding gown, the girl couldn't help but cry. She was to be married to the neighboring nation, solidifying the relationship between that nation and hers. But who's to say that she wants to go through with this marriage? Marry some man she doesn't know? All for what? For peace between both nations? No, it's so that this nation could reap the benefits that the other nation has. Knowing how greedy her family is, she knows that they could care less about her not wanting to go through with this marriage. So what? Is she meant to be some bride of an emperor? One bride among others? She dreamt of one day ruling this nation, but, as the fourth daughter of the royal family, the chance of that dream coming true is slim. "Come out right now!" Now the yelling of her family is among the yelling of the servants. "Enough is enough," she thought. "I'm sick and tired of having to follow my father's orders." Slowly creeping up from her hiding space, she runs off. Away from the castle. Away from her family. Knowing if she were caught, a harsh punishment and marriage to an unknown man would occur. This motivated her to move faster and farther. "I'll be free", she thought. "Away from everyone. Away from those greedy people."

After a long time I can feel my soul is alive. I can feel I'm still not dead inside and I care about something but that thing is not here.. I feel I lost in this world and in this time. I feel with each part of myself that I don't belong here,to this time and It hurts.. it hurts badly..💔

"COME BACK HERE YOUNG LADY!!!" her father shouts as princess Azaria runs barefooted into the magical forest from the distance Azaria hears faint voices of the other royalties saying "What does she think she is doing?" or "This is not a way a lady / princess should act!" and "I knew it, see prince Daniel? she was just a disappointing princess after all." Azaria starts crying in happiness, tears running down her face slowly but she doesn't look back or stop running. in fact she unknowingly took her favorite horse and then jumped on his back. Prince Daniel thought to himself, mezmerised- "Wow..Princess Azaria does everything ever so gracefully even if its the wrong thing.." and without hesitation he runs as fast as he could while taking off his blazer, he ran towards princess Azaria grabbing a different horse, and when he finally catched up with princess Azaria he looked around and they were in an unknown part of the forest. Prince Daniel looked at the girl with happiness and hope shining in her eyes. "Azaria...." He says with his calm voice... "Daniel-.." Azaria says with confusion "Azaria... we ran away together and we don't know where we are... Haha- isn't it funny?" "Daniel.. I didn't think you knew me so well~" Azaria giggled with pure evil in her eyes.. "Azaria, do you want to rule the world with me?" Daniel said as he held hands with her sitting down on a log. the golden tall trees surrounding them, flowers of all kinds- Dandelions, and snow drops with some bluebell surrounding the small space they were in together the rain was beginning to fall. Azaria looked at Daniel, "Of course I do...! After all don't you know? I want revenge on all of my parents wrong doings... my aunts abused me and my uncles always threw insults at me whenever I try to do something even if I did it perfectly. my cousins always made fun of me and some of the villagers even disrespected me...but now.. I CAN FINALLY GET BACK AT THEM FOR EVERYTHING THEY MADE ME DO!!" Azaria lifted her skirt a bit to show that she hid this dagger, as sharp as can be- then Azaria grabbed the dagger and then dropped her dusty skirt back down to the ground. she then said "it would be hard for me to rule the world like this... she started cutting her long pastel pink but now covered with dirt and even some mud on the ends-. Prince Daniel handed her some clothes "Here, I got it from the village- you should wear it I think it would look good on you :)" when she was done she was wearing this black short sleeved (emo/goth kind of outfit btw) anyways- She wore this long black short sleeved shirt and some camoflage sweat pants and a belt around her waist, Daniel then gave her a ring and said "This ring connects us and we can talk through it when we are not with each other" Princess Azaria says "Thank you.." her husky and pretty voice said quietly I don't have any ideas :,) can ya'll give me some pls :D

As you run from the grave, your grim smile slowly turns into the most sorrowful frown. Fore you had not realized what you just done. You look down, your white dress, now brown and red from the blood of your lover and the muddy puddles. Your hands are covered in blisters, because you had been continuously digging. His mom yells your name, you look back, seeing her run at you, her right hand holding up her tattered emerald dress, her mascara running down her face from rain and tears, her tangled hair from the jog to find you. It was all to much. You turned right back around and started sprinting. You don’t know where to or how long, but you knew you must go. As you run, you feel the wet grass slide from under your silver heels. You take the time to take them off, only now realizing that many people were chasing you. You must keep going. You sprint for what feels like hours, until you stumble upon a little house. It’s shingles are all gone, and it’s windows are broken through. The brick wall has vines climbing all along the sides of it. There are dead flowers around the driveway. You run in only to find a dining table and bed. You collapse on the bed. As you recall what just happened, tears start pouring down your face. You had just killed your true love. The father of your baby. Your one and only. He’s gone now. You killed him because you thought he was out to get you, to sabotage your life. This is not out of the usual, because you thought everyone was out to get you. You sit there on the bed crying until you have no tears left. You stay there until your body just becomes this lifeless lump, good for nothing.

I literally have reoccurring dreams about this-

she was running, running faster with every step she ran. she trying to escape, escape everything. "if you run away from this you run away from everything wrong," she said to herself. she didn't want to be married to some prince. she wanted to marry her one true love, but at last, she ran out of breath, her body fell to the tile floor, she was done for. the guards got to her it was too late. she will never marry her one true real love

why am i still struggling with some math calculation while im so inspired to write a whole series of fantasy novel

All the stories in the comment section...you guys should really write books, I'd read 'em...THEY'RE ALL SO BRILLIANT AND BEAUTIFUL ILYSM.

I wanna play this at my wedding and then just YEET it.

'On the Nature of Daylight' is soooo beautiful. The layering has such a nice effect

I have this story that I'm refusing to write in a Dark Royalty style... but as this playlist goes on, I cAN'T REFUSE ANYMORE

Hidding in your own mind to running away from the real life. Tha´s the real title for me.

I can’t bloody wait! ❤️

Thank you for this playlist !

Mary was running and running she was more than scared her husband treated her like trash and that day he wanted to punch her, then she stop running and she saw an old castle and went inside of it ~excuse me! Is anybody here!~she asked opening the big door there was no respond she walk more inside of it ~ummm can someone who is here help me?~she asked confused then she saw that the castle was abandonated ~o-oh god... this place is so lonely...~she whispered, the castle was so big and Beautiful she never saw something like that! It was amazing ~maybe I can stay here today... I don’t wanna go with that bad husband I have~she said sad then she went to a room it was beautiful ~wow..... it’s like a young girl room~she smiled then she sitted on the bed and sleep, in the middle of the night she waked up she heard something ~w-who is it?~she said scared ~it’s me... I see you are in my room...~said a little girl ~sorry! I thought it was and abandoned castle! I am going now...~she said a little bit nervios, then the girl walked to her and mary was more than scaried the girl was an ghost! ~I see you are scaried because of me.... it’s okay.....~said the girl touching Mary’s cheek ~w-who are you....~she asked confused ~I am Isabella I used to live on here... but you can live on here now.... please take care of this castle.. I won’t scare you I will live... I was waiting from this moment...thank you...~Isabella smiled, then a misterios light taked Isabella, mary was so confused ... years later mary buy the Beautiful castle for Isabella and she isn’t with her husband now mary is in that castle very happy

Once again I'm own away with how accurate and beautifully blended these playlists are 🥰

I love it so much. Thank you!

can you plz plz plz make another villian themed playlist!!! i love ur playlists so so much! thank you ❤️

Totally not me imaging me a soft kind princess becoming fed up with false love and arranged marriages, falling in love with a baker woman or a maid and running to the forest with her to live a calm and warm life full of gardens, hidden waterfalls and fresh baked bread. Just a broken woman deeply in love with another broken woman. Two people finally happy.

this is indeed one of my favorite playlists!

Reading the POVS while the music plays in the back is so amazing. Thank you so much for this❤️

Ah, I'm so happy that I came across this gem of a channel, thanks for doing the hard work for us, you're making it so much easier to get thru the days, love ya 🖤

This is such a wonderful and beautiful playlist.. thank you so much for sharing this with us ❤😍

the playlist ive been waiting for!!

I try to gather my thoughts as I stand before the large oak doors, should I do this, my life would not be mine to live, but his to dictate. A thought comes to me in the scramble of noise within my mind and I smile, the first true smile in months, because when these doors open, I won't be standing here. I turn abruptly and begin to run, I throw off my shoes and run faster. I see my chambermaid and she stops me "take this, go north, your mother would've wanted you to run as well" I take the beautiful dagger from her and slip it into its sheath gently. "Thank you, Maria, you should run soon as well, meet me in the far northern kingdoms" she nods and I kiss her cheek "goodbye, for now, thank you" she nods once, "your welcome, now go!" We hear shouts of men demanding others to find me and I nod once more at Maria before running, I hear Maria leading the men the wrong way and I smile. I reach the gates and run through, past the guards who shout out to alarm the other men before running after me. I continue to sprint through the fields, towards the forest. I can see past the trees into the dark woods now. I feel a small patter of water on my cheek and look to the sky, not daring to stop with my chasers- no, hunters, so close behind me. I run past the treeline and hear shouting still as they attempt to keep sight of me. I've lost track of time, I stopped running a while ago, instead deciding to walk. I cannot hear any shouts now and I laugh in exhausted triumph at the thought of avoiding the marriage to the man I do not wish to live with. "I never thought you'd end up in my path back home" I turn and see the kind man from a few months ago, this time though, he is wearing a grey tunic, leather boots, thief amour, and an assassin hood. I quickly draw the dagger and point it at him, he raises his hands and smirks in obvious amusement. He pulls off his hood and I pause at the sight of his ears, they are elvish ears. "Now, your thoughts tell me that you're heading North?" I nod, refusing to drop my guard. "Well then, you can travel with us, our home is the heart of the northern kingdoms" I look to my side and see his sister, "we won't harm you, put the blade away, those men are closer than you think" I sheath my blade carefully and step towards the beautiful elvish girl. I take her outstreched hand and she guides me north. The kind man following after us. The northern kingdoms await.

So amazing as always 💫

I have never clicked subscribe so fast. You give the best ideas for short stories and POVs❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Those titles become every day more and more precise.

first one of these playlists ive actually listened the whole way through :o

POV -- The doors creak up and you walk inside while holding your suppose muddy and wet wedding dress. You here the old door slam shut and you turn back to face it then looking around see only the darkness, you start to walk up the stairs trying to locate a light of some source. You enter a room filled with sheet covered furniture and mirrors. You take off all the covers and find a wardrobe full of Beautiful dresses in black , white ,red and blue. You grab one changing into it out for the dress you were wearing before. The black dress fitting snug around your body. You decided to take a nap.

I can't, I won't do it, I tell myself as I run through the castle, I need to get to the gardens, I need air. I need to be free. Freedom isn't given to me, its taken, the only freedom I feel is when the sun hits my face and I can feel its warmth in my body, that's the only time, the rest is being thrown in a cage, a cage of disaster and ruins, a cage of desperation and pain, of loneliness and scars. Scars that have been not yet been cured, nobody has tried. Why does it all have to be this way, why do I have to love someone I don't wish to even see, why is everyone horrified at me for the bare reason I don't want invisible chains in my wrists, I want freedom, I want to love someone who wants to look at the stars and dance in the rain, not this, this is something so despicable, so cruel, so ignorant, can't they see, I want to live in a way no one has ever before, but how. Submerged in all my thoughts I hear something behind me. Someone. I know who it is, I won't fight it anymore, I will let it take me. I turn around and look at this person in the eye, its death, its my only way , my only way out, my only way to be free

talk to the fairies they'll love to hear your dreams

these vibes r very nice. thank you:)

It was the death of who they needed to be. And now it is the birth of who they wanted to be. After all, they couldn't tell who was singing for them. Angels, or demons.

A young woman cried to herself that night. She didn't want to marry him, not matter how much her father tried to encourage her. There was no future with a man thrice her age as she knelt on the ground and prayed for some kind of salvation. Little did she know of the castle's origins or its occupants. The doors behind her was slammed open as the girl turned around and watched in horror. There was no one to hear her screams as a dark shadow approached her. She crawled away from the figure as much as possible, but then the shadow stopped and knelt before her with a hand reaching out. "What is wrong, my dear?" It was the strangest moment for her since this castle was her childhood with countless ages spent in imagination of a life she could have had. "Don't you remember me? You came to this place when you were six years old, fleeing your father's lash."

Awesome! Enjoying the music! Love it 💜🌹😺

on the nature of daylight makes me cry all the time, especially when you watch "arrival" and just... ugh

I'm shocked, that's amazing that people will listen to this kind of music, thank you for doing that kind of playlists!

I ran as fast as I could. What have I done? I can't say I'm sorry, because I'm not, but having a entire town hunting you is not exactly exiting. I'm scared. I was scared when murdered him. In fact, that was the cause. Now, I'm in a old castle, and even that I could hide, nothing can stop them from finding me now. I'm completely alone and helpless. I won't miss here.

This music is so uniquely beautiful, It touches my soul and sends me to another place. I love this channel ❤

Exactly what I was looking for, thanks!

I am listening to this while writing something, and the vibe was perfect, I felt very inspired :D

I love these playlists with choral singing!

omg i can't wait to hear it!!

Hey I just wanted to say that I absolutely ADORE your playlists for they are simply exquisite! Also if possible can you try to make a playlist on~ you are about to get sorted into your Hogwarts house but it’s tricky since you fit into each house perfectly 💜

You never fail to make a playlist that is just 👩‍🍳💋🤌🏼✨

Will I ever be loved the way I want to be? love is everything to most but not to me love is pain and beauty all in one love can show comfort and safety but with that same love it can show you pain and fury it can be a rainbow without color or it can be the flow of a river cold and hot and will teach you a lot like patience and kindness but it is also within the same love that can break you in a moments notice so with that I ask could you love with never truly knowing if they love you the same?

They promised me they wouldn't do this, they promised me they wouldn't sell me to some prince from another land, but as always, they had lied. So many people have told me that I was born the second because I was still part of the royal family but with no royal duties, but they don't know that the moment you are born in the family as a girl you are sold to the country that offers the best alliances. The king decided to invite the prince from that far away land for us to meet tonight. But I felt like vomiting the moment we faced each other. He wasn't someone who people would consider ugly, but still, my eyes hurt while seeing him. Once the dinner was over I decided to runaway to the oldest part of the castle, no one would look for me there. But I heard him, looking for me shouting my name. I couldn't let him find me. It became a game of hide and seek until I stopped hearing him. Finally, he had decided to return to the main palace. I was able to breathe again and while sitting on that floor full of dust I decided that I had to start to think clearly about what I had to do. My kingdom was so near to starting a war with the neighboring one. We needed the allies and this was probably the fastest way to get them. I had to get married to that prince, but I decided to stay there for more time and enjoy my last hours of liberty. Hii, I hope you like this POV. Feel free to correct me any mistakes because English is not my mother tongue! ^^

This is so dreamy!

This is some good shit (We hath been blessed with 2 vids in one day)

This is beautiful thanks again for making another lovely playlist 🥰

On the nature of daylight is absolutely amazing!!!!

I can’t waittttt

The air was cool, the ground soaked with rain He looked into my eyes "This bond will last forever in our families," he smiled It was good for him, he would be the new duke. For him, this was just a task that had to be done. He would get what he'd want. But me? I will live a suffocating life against my will. NO Why did it had to be this way? Why am I handing myself off to a family I know almost nothing about? It's me that has to go, me. Not my father who arranged this, not my mother who planed this wedding, not the man standing in front of me, waiting for my reply. "No," I stared back at those inky eyes. "What do you mean?" he looked flustered "I'm sorry, " I managed to spit out It was all in slow motion, my hair flying lose, my parents shouting, people standing up from their seat. And then, Quiet. I ran all the way to the stables. "Come here Daff," My horse's grey nose poked out the stall. I knew exactley what I was doing. Few moments later, I was cantering down the fields. Air never tasted so good.

no! I shout come back another shout I lift up my dress and start running away I couldn't do it, I can't marry a man I don't love. the leaves were crunching as run through the forest. the rain started to pour on me making it hard to run I was soaked. I hear the wolf cry out to the moon before it disappeared, I was so deep in the forest until I saw light, not the guards but a castles light, I walked faster, my breathing was getting shorter until I felt my leg scarp on a Thorne. I felt I shock of pain but I couldn't stop now. I was there a castle but abandoned, I felt a strange pull to it like it was calling me. the windows were boarded up, the rain dripping from the top on to me.I went to open the front door but it was locked, I tried again but no use. JUST LET ME IN AM DONE WITH ALL OF THIS I JUST WANT TO BE FREE! I shouted, thunder strike. I started sobbing my heart out alone until I felt someone take me in their arms, I slapped them in the face. I back up until I hit a wall, oh dear oh my what have I got my self into I thought until I saw his face. the boy from guards. it's just me he said no, I won't go back I won't I whimpered after one blink he was gone just like that, I had imagined it all. through all the rain and sobbing, tears I looked at the keyhole it was the same shape as my locket my mother had given me before she died. after all, it was worth a try, I mean I had lost everything the throne, my mother, brother, and love. I took the necklace off and held it in my watery hand.it unlocked, thank god. I walked into the castle, it was old and dusty, chairs were covered, and other furniture. I heard the sound of footsteps, coming down to see a maid, I froze didn't know what to do. oh dear, what are you doing here? he doesn't like visitors go, get out she worried. "please I need to stay here for just one night, please I don't have anywhere to go, please" I begged "oh dear, he will have to decide" the maid whimpered, another pair of footsteps came down with a candle in hand, another maid. they both looked worriedly at each other. minutes passed, then another pair of footsteps came down. but this time a man. he looked at me, up and down, I was a mess my dress ripped, my hair dripping wet. " who is this? I told you not to ever let anyone in" he growled the maid looked down. " do not get mad and anger over her it's me, I let myself in" I defined her. he looked at me, his eyes piercing into my soul. " how? the door is locked it can't be opened from the outside," he said he looked at me, questioning me. "that's my business, not yours" I snapped at him not breaking eye connects. "Please, sir, all she asked was a place to stay"the maid begged. he walked all the way to me, I started to back up until I hit a wall. " why do you the princess of the kingdom come here?" he asked his voice softer. "I ran away, for my reasons" I softly said "I did not wish to be rude but please understand I had been in the pouring rain all night, and I have nobody I sighed he looked into my eyes, " you are allowed to stay here, but this is my castle, and am the ruler here" he said my face light up, thank you I said I was so glad that he let me stay, my father won't find me hopefully. get her a room he said come with my dear the maid said I nodded, but before I went with her. I looked back at him, kissed him on the check thank you again I smiled. leaving him blushing, Mabey a runaway princess isn't what I expected it to be.

Wow this is very pretty and helped me relax enough to fall asleep which is a hard thing for an insomniac and over thinker

I want to wear a black dress like that :(

I cAnt WAIT! I love you so much Ivoryyy!

This is literally what I needed, are you psychic or something Thank you for making my day at leat 10x better!

cant wait!

''I thought I could escape, that I could go and run away from all of this despicable charade. And yet, it was all but a dream. A fools dream''

Ready for the playlist that I already know what I’m going to write XD

Pov ig: Nothing is going ur way. It seems all so perfect yet so fake. You wonder if you will ever figure out the word to describe this feeling. melancholy, perhaps. Perhaps ignorance, sadness. Whatever it is, it doesnt let go.but neither do you. So you live with it. The fear, the feeling that oneday everythings going to crumble. That nothing is real. That you are nothing, and your worries are jist a joke to some. And yet you still want to run away from that. From all of it. You want an escape.

I watched like 2 of these kind of playlists and now my whole recommended is filled with them. Not complaining though 😗 (These make me feel powerful lol)

The gloominess of the music and the sound of rain make it easy to pretend that you're Mary Shelley, and it's the year without a summer and you're about to invent a new genre of fiction.

POV: "Do you love me, father? I don't think you do, because, if you did, you would not marry me off to some random prince I don't even know or love. So, yes, I am running away to never come back. I'm going to start a new life with my true love. Where, I do not know, I just know that I'll be happy living with him. Please, don't worry about my well-being, I'll be fine. Consider this last letter as a good-bye. Your loving daughter, (Y/n)". The king shed a tear when he finished reading his daughter's good-bye letter. He loved her, he really did, and he only wanted what he thought was best for her. But he didn't realized that, by doing that, he took away the few freedom she had. He hid that note and never mentioned his daughter ever again, for he didn't want to cry another time.

*she stood under the obsidian stairway breathless, hesitant and slow to breathe in, fearful she may make too much noise alerting the guards who followed her in of her carefully hidden hiding space when she leaned on the wall, only to find one the stones was looser than the rest, she tried pulling out and like a God send she realized it was a hidden door. Silently she pushed open the cobblestone wall as gently as she could making sure not to get her raven black gown caught in it and she walked to freedom where lay an enchanted Gaiden filled with every flower known to man except some may grant wishes, those were roses and depending which rose would be the type of wish to make, red for love, gold for wealth and so on, there sunflowers that when picked could act as lanterns in the dark, and lilies that spat cool water like a mist for when it became to hot and poppies to beware of for they could knock you out with a single sniff. That gave the princess an idea, she smirked and gave a wicked chuckle and set to work using a marigold to mask the poppy pollen from knocking her out and picked as many as she could before linking a sunflower and turning back into the crevice beneath stairs to which shed been hiding and closing the secret door. She went to see if any guards were near and thanked her guardian deity no one was there, she headed towards the back exit careful to keep out of trouble, but trouble loved to find her. "ITS THE PRIN-" A guard started to shout but was quickly disposed of with a single poppy. And this was how it happened time and time again till she reached her freedom behind the backdoor of the palace and rode away with her true beloved. She would not let her mother or father take from her her heart or her power. They fled into the night and set out to overthrow her parents and eldest siblings. She would be queen of the kingdom she so loved or die trying.