as she walked in the room she felt the gaze of everyone lingering, exploring the pure beauty that she was, in her light pink gown that trailed the floor with roses and lace, she was an angel in human skin. The eyes watched her as she watched him. The beautiful prince. he was painfully ethereal in his tight fitting pink doublet and suit, it was a match made in heaven, it was perfect he was perfect she thought. his cold eyes lingered over the room in pure boredom until they met hers. His cold demeanour became full off light he became soft with astonishment as he lingered on her taking her in, observing her as if she were a secret that he would never tell. As if he was hers, and she was his.
Something about French renaissance songs that make me feel like a Prince In a French club party thing dancing with the prettiest girl I’ve ever layed my eyes on
Whenever i hear this i imagine gliding through large green fields and mountains with all the animals ever existed on earth glittering lakes young ones of dinasaurs and beasts and lions ahhh it's magical
