running away with your lover that you were told to stay away from while it rains ♛ (royalty core) 

You look at yourself in the mirror: diamond earrings, diamond crown; sad big eyes, white dress. "He said he would be back... why isn't he back...", you whisper to yourself as the maids ignore you and finish dressing you up for the wedding. You look out the window, the strong vines climbing all the way from the garden, the stairs he used to see you all those nights... but not last night, neither the night before that. As the maids leave the room, you are alone once again, black heavy clouds coming from the North. "Good" you think. "I hope it rains in all the kingdom, I hope it rains from this day till the end of times". For why would the gods be fair to your father's land if he isn't fair to you? You feel miserable, you feel betrayed. You feel like a joke, a sad buffoons' joke, in which a beautiful boy offers a girl with no hopes a way out of her life, a way to be free for the first time in her life, he gives her life and she dreams... but at the end, all is just a fantasy, the boy never appeared and now the girl is left to be laughed at for having loved and hoped. It's a tragedy, and as any good tragedy, it rains... you see from your tower the decorations, the white flowers, the people gathering and waiting for you... not happy with the sight, you look north again, to the black clouds, so far but so fast, coming fast as the birds flying away, as the tiny horse and its tiny rider, a tiny rider growing bigger as he comes nearer, a tiny rider in cheap clothing, in an old mare. No one sees him coming, no one ever looks North... The heavy rain came with him, and everyone rushes inside, and you get soaked as you climb the beautiful vine, as strong arms hold you, as tears mix with the rain, as your perfect hair and perfect dress get torn and dirty. The old mare is happy to carry you too, as she has done so many times before, and you can't look back, because you don't even care about it anymore. You are free, and he is here, and you are going North. Edit: omg thank you all so much for the likes, I’m so glad you like it, it was very unexpected :)

I washed my rice to this. Sometimes you just gotta feel like a princess while doing so.

all of a sudden, the people in the comments turned into wattpad writers

They called it a monster; a beast with a heart of black and rotted brain acting only on selfish, sinful thoughts and desires. I called her "my love" and "my darling". They called me mad, for no one could ever love monster. A knight with a blade of silver out to save the fair maid from a monster... but when maid and monster are the same... why is the knight obliged to slay her? They called her a monster, I called her my love, and they warned me to keep my distance. Like day and night- we were opposites of course... Sun and Moon cannot live together in natural harmony, or so they said. Little did they know, we were the eclipse.

Imagine... you're a princess who has lost her prince, Imagine... you're a lord who has lost his riches, Imagine... you're a king who has lost his kingdom, Imagine... you're a knight who has lost his honor, Imagine... you're a servant who has lost their hope of a free life, Imagine... you're the hero who has lost their happily ever after, Imagine... a million times... a million lives... but I'm still lost without you...

No one: Me: **imagines myself as a princess who’s forced to be engaged with narcissistic prince and runs away with the dark knight**

Not me, a fair princess rejecting a prince's proposal only to run away with my maid and live a romantic life in the countryside, away from royal nonsense

“How long are you going to pretend you can get over me?” The princess snapped her eyes open at his words. Slowly, she turned to face the pirate, a terrified expression barely noticeable on her face. “Princess… you love me. You always have. I know you know that… so why do you think you can just… walk away? Forget? WHY?!” His voice grew into a shout. She stared into his deep brown eyes longingly. Her nonchalant expression started to break as she bit her lip and fought back tears. Quickly she turned her back to the criminal. “I… I can’t… be with you…” she whispered, trying to maintain composure, and failing. “I can’t be in love with you. I have to forget… I don’t have a choice…” She breathed in deeply, hoping that would help smother the overwhelming emotions. “Of course you have a choice!” his voice rang through the room. “Everyone has a choice… They’ve been pounding it into that pretty head of yours for years that you don’t have a choice but… but you do… if you’re so fucking important to them, why don’t you have any say in the matter?!” “Because they’ll kill you!” She shouted back at him, clenching her fists so hard she thought they might break. “They’ll kill you and… and you’re right, I can’t just forget about you…” She looked back at him once more. This time, tears were streaming down her face. “That would be too easy. Instead I have to pretend that I’m ok with this. I can’t watch you die!” The girl could no longer hold back her sobs. “I can’t… I can’t be with you… Everyone thinks you’re too dangerous to be around me, but it’s the other way around. If I don’t do what he asks… If I don’t forget you, you’ll be killed! It will be all my fault! Everything is my fault so I have to pay the price!” He fell silent, his shoulders dropping. He stared at the love of his life, sobbing in front of him, and wanted nothing more than to sweep her up in his arms and take her away from it all. Instinctively his hands moved to reach out to her, but the cold metal handcuffs behind his back would not allow it. His face fell, and he breathed heavily. “…That’s… that’s not true…” he murmured, starting to tremble. “It’s not your fault…” Silence cloaked the room once more. They both sat, defeated by the cruel chains of destiny. It was at that moment that they knew… There could be no happy ending. (I wrote this literally 7 years ago lmao dug it up from my tumblr because it seemed like something folks here might like)

Imagine: You’re an old woman now, thinking back to how you gave up your title, your riches, your social standing, to be with the one you love. Remembering all the good times, the hard times, the life you’ve lived together. You wouldn’t trade this life and love for anything in the world. Building a life and family together with him has been the greatest journey you could have ever imagined. He’s passed on, two winters ago, but you know he is waiting for you in the afterlife.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, shifting the satchel I had hastily packed over his shoulder. "Ready," I whispered back, shrugging on my jacket and tugging the hood to conceal my hair. He offered me his hand as I stepped up onto my windowsill, expertly balanced on the protruding bricks and climbing ivy of my home. I took it, reaching for the thick vines I had scaled since my childhood, knowing that this would be the last time. As we nearly reached the bottom, I felt the telltale drops of rain splash on my skin, thunder rumbling across the stormy grey sky at the same time I heard the creak of my bedroom door open through my still-open window. "Run!" I grabbed his hand, and we began running through the garden, through the fields, and into the woods as the rain poured in earnest all around us. The shouts that seemed so close faded away into distant echoes as the trees nestled us away from view and shielded our forms from the onslaught of rain. I shivered, clothes soaked through, and he pulled me into his arms, affectionately kissing the top of my head. I sighed in contentment, feeling the thudding of his heart as we held each other in newfound freedom, guarded by the trees and rain. [www.wattpad.com/user/sunnieno ]

**furiously imagines myself as a princess running away with a commoner**

"Arabelle, I can't let you do this!" He screamed at her in the thick rain. "Why not? I hate them," she cried, the hem of her Victorian gown muddied to her calves. She had been running for nearly an hour before finding him. "I know, but you can't give it all up. You are your parent's only legacy. They've worked for years for their status, and you're throwing it away." She took a step back, "what are you saying? " "I'm on sense's side," he replied firmly. "But I love you!" She replied, tears streaming down her face, mixing with the downpour which never affected him any of the years she had known him. "I saw your brother last night," he began, looking down at his feet as they stood in the grim clearing, "he explained everything." "My brother was a liar." "Your brother was like you," his sharp crystal blue eyes bore into hers now, "and I don't want to see what's become of him become you. Your brother ran away to engage a Fae, Arabelle." She stared at him, mouth agape, "a Fae?" "She killed him as soon as they were far enough from Whitmere House. I thought you knew." "No," Arabelle shook her head in disbelief, nearly tripping as she backed away from Daniel, "no, no, he was killed by merchants. He had endless debts. He gambled away his money, he owed everyone-" "All he owed was a Fae her guarantee of immortality," Daniel stood in place, his eyes soft, his tombstone behind him, "how am I any different from her?" "You're a spirit, you're not a Fae!" She screamed back. "But you know that the only way we could be together is if you died, Arabelle! You've known it since you were a young girl," he was crying now, but his tears stayed in his eyes, glistening them, rather than wetting his skin. "You need to go home, you need to forget everything about me. I am the past, Arabelle, I am over 300 years old now, trapped to this land." "But trapped to my land." She sank to her knees, feeling the mud dirty her snow white pantyhose. "I'm not the one who needs to leave, Daniel," she replied softly, wiping her nose with her bare arm, "you need to leave. You needed to leave 300 years ago." Daniel took his step back now, shock plastered on his face. But he had realized it before. He knew all along, really. "I.." he sighed, "I'm not sure I know... how," he choked out finally. "You need to figure it out," she replied, "I wish you didn't have to, but you do, Daniel, you do if you feel the way you do, if you want what you've said to come true," her expression was that of pleading now, "you need to save us from each other. If you love me, Daniel, you'll cross over now." He stared at her hard and long. Minutes had passed in silence between them under that heavy rain before his silhouette began to shimmer, small at first, then gradually greater, before it enveloped him as a whole, and shined a heavy, warm light on Arabelle. She shut her eyes to avoid the blindness the light would've surely created had she watched. And then all was dark. But Arabelle didn't open her eyes. She continued to sob and cry on the soft earth beneath her, pretending Daniel was only a few feet away from her. Perhaps one day, years from now, or maybe moments from now - tomorrow is never a guarantee, after all - she would see him again and time would no longer matter.

"He's not-" "No, I know what he's not." I stop my maid from saying her dreadful, but true, sentence. She bows her head and starts toward the door. That's right. Leave. Leave me alone so I can be in this room, dark and terrified. I am terrified. So the prince, the one who kills and lies, will be my husband? And my love, whom I gave everything I had left in me, he too, left. Like everyone else I've ever known. He will take my jewels in my hair and crush them at a pawn shop. Blue rhinestones won't even exist in his hands, the ones I so very carefully chose for him. And money will be there, so he will be fine. Besides his heart, mine will however, not. The rain starts to pour as I look around. Everything reminds me of him. I bite my lip. No, no he isn't worth it. But I can't help it, so the tears come in earnest. Memories flash back. Kisses and horse rides in the night. Flowers, dandelions and a small bracelet to which he gave me. I run to the mirror, where I have put a little letter in the drawer it hangs over. It reads: "I love you, forever and I will. My love always, yours". I let out a loud sob. I fall to the floor as the rain comes down hard. The bracelet he gave me sits on my wrist, ever so peaceful. I rip it off of me and scream. The one, one time I have ever loved anyone it sits and casts me out. So then that's that. I will never love again. My hair falls in my face, hiding my smile. Smiles because he left me, because I was foolish enough to believe him. Never again. -------I know this was supposed to be running away with your lover but oh my gosh the playlist just got me typing this so I'm going to post it anyway. Sorry to ruin the mood...but seriously please run away with your forbidden lover! This is just a silly little half story :)))

*imagines myself as a castle servant running away with a knight*

The comments: full of wattpad novelists and people imagining themselves as royalty Me: my trig homework FUCK!!!

this playlist: *exists* Me: *images myself as a princess preparing to run away with my beautiful servant girlfriend to the mountains never to be seen again*

No one: The comments: *I am now a poet and a writer*

THIS COMMENT SECTION MAKE ME WANT TO DRAW ALL THESE POVS

Me: casually listening Ad: WaNT SoFt fEEt- Me: *REEEE*

"do you regret it?" "what do you mean?" "running away? do you regret it?" You turn to face his side and brush his golden hair away from his face. You look deeply to his hazelnut eyes and gently say, "don't ever ask me that" You both chuckle softly and he kisses you hard to the point you can't even breathe. You don't even mind. This love was something you had to fight for your entire life and somehow the fighting just stops and finally your love has won. ......... or has it?

imagine; you are running in the forest, your hair is dancing with the wind and the only thing guiding you is the glowing light from the full moon. there’s nothing but endless trees casting shadows over the pure ground of Earth, yet you still feel more safe than you ever did because you’re with your lover, whos holding your hand. you’re soaked in rain, it trickles down your back. yet its so refreshing. you and your lover both laugh in joy. you don’t know where you’re going only that to search for freedom. Sorry this is actually really bad lmao. have a great day/night >3

I'm a ballet dancer, so this is the music I've been listening to my whole life lol. It's so nostalgic and I love that there's a whole aesthetic around them, it's amazing.

not me draping my giant blanket around myself and pretending its a ball gown whilst I move dramatically down my hall

She had been asked to dance, and she accepted. She hid a smirk. This was exactly what she wanted. Make him trust her, then end it all for him. Make him love her, then break his heart. Literally. She felt for her dagger, hidden away beneath her skirts. So sharp, she pricked her finger at the slightest touch. They danced, and danced. The very moment the dance ended, she broke away, and beckoned for him to join her in the gardens. He obliged. They met, hidden in the shadows. She leaned in for a kiss, but then at the last moment, stabbed him in the heart. He looked at her, face full of shock and betrayal, blood spilling from his chest, and fell to the ground. Done. But then why did she feel like she had been the one stabbed? Why did she feel broken? She fell to her knees beside him, apologizing over and over, tears streaming down her cheeks. He lightly touched her cheek, wiping away her tears, his eyes never leaving her own. She was forgiven. The clock struck twelve, and the last of the light left his eyes. She was alone.

will wait for fanfics

Olivia must have hella pinterest boards, all these images are so aesthetic and fits so well

imagine, you, a princess, falling in love with a charming, kind man.. you were so in love with him until one day.. he brought you into a mysterious garden full of beautiful roses.. you thought he was so sweet for bringing you to this enchanted garden, filled with your favourite flowers blooming here and there, the lovely scent of them filling your nostrils.. you felt a romantic tension between you and your prince charming, and you both lean in for a kiss.. but suddenly, you felt a piercing intense pain in your stomach.. you froze as you felt your blood gushing out and fatigue starts to overwhelm you.. you heard wailing as you dropped to the ground.. the man you were in love with kneeled down beside you.. you felt hot droplets of liquid falling on your cheeks, for even the cold rain couldn't mask the warmth of his tears.. unable to hold back his grief.. he finally revealed that he was a prince from your rival kingdom, and his mission was to kill you.. but he confessed that he actually fell in love with you as he got to know you.. but he couldn't do anything.. he must be loyal to his kingdom.. shivering under the rain while hugging your limp body, he begs for your forgiveness, constantly blaming himself for what he did to you.. smiling in pain, you reached to cup his cheeks with your trembling hands.. "it's not your fault" you said, "thank you for loving me, even for a short time, your love kept me alive".. unable to hold your eyes much longer, you said your final words.. "I love you" the three magical words rolled from your tongue with ease, despite the agonizing pain you were in.. a horrible scream filled with agony and grief was the last thing you heard before you closed your eyes..

“In all of the world, all of those people, all of those women, men... others you could’ve loved, why me?” I asked. “The life of death I lead, the bodies that fall in my wake, but you have chosen me.” “I love you!” he exclaimed. “If I die tomorrow, it would’ve been worth it as long as I know you have loved me too.” “That’s the thing... You don’t understand!” I said frustratedly. “I already see how this is going to end, and it isn’t like the stories. The royalty doesn’t run away with the commoner to find freedom and love! The commoner is hunted down by an army that only another army could stop, and the royalty is exiled or executed.” I scowled. “All I will ever bring is more death, for I *am* death. Death cannot be kind or merciful or loved. Death can only be what life is not. Desolate, cold, and forever.” I turned away, tears in my eyes. “Leave me. For you, for me, and for everyone who may have encountered the sea of the dead that I leave behind.” “But..” he stammered. “It is only you! Without you I am dead! Nothing matters but you, my liege.” I sighed, turned back to face him and grabbed his hands. “You are warm. I am not. I will seep all of the warmth from you until you are nothing but a shell, something for me to gaze at in passing horror and grief while others pile behind you.” He looked lost for words. I moved my mouth next to his ear and whispered, “I love you, my impossible savior.” I released his hands, placed mine on his chest, and pushed him off of the terrace and into the sea. “You will find a new life, new love, and new memories somewhere else. Where I am not around to steal the life from them.” A maid walked into the room. “Ma’am, dinner is ready.” I put on a smile. “Yes. Thank you.” I followed her into the dining hall to eat dinner alone, for I am death, death is I, and the ones who follow me have lost the light in their eyes.

“You can still go back,” he wrapped his hands around mine. “No, I want to be with you, always.” I held onto him tightly as our stolen horse guided us through the damp woods. Earthy smells filled the air along with soft sounds of the horse trodding along an unfamiliar path. “I have no lands, no title. I have nothing to offer you but my love for you, milady. Are you sure you really want to be with me?” The horse stopped and my lover turned and held my gaze. Rain fell onto his face and coated his thick lashes. His eyes were pleading and his words true. He had nothing, he was just the castle cook’s son I had fallen in love with all those years ago. The boy who I played games with as a child had captured my heart, body, and soul as a man grown. I didn’t want to run away from my home, family, and life. And yet this was the only way we could be together. I was promised to another. A wealthy handsome young lord; A stranger. “Yes,” I moved my hands from his waist up to cup his cheek and put my mouth on his. I kissed him like it would be our last time. Only the gods knew it could be if we are caught, I thought. “Let’s keep riding,” I leaned my head on his back and put my hands back around his waist. He grabbed the reins and kicked the horse into a fast gallop. The wind blew in my hair as we rode and before I knew it we were eloping in the church by the sea which my old home overlooked. I will never see this place again. The thought brought onto me a deep despair, and only the hope I had for our future comforted me. Would we be two lovers destined to be together for all of time? Or would our great love end in tragedy? Yes, he is my heart and hope. The light of my life, fire of my loins. Ours is sin, and we have made our bed.

Did I just listen to this playlist for 7 straight hours while i was doing my homework, without any interruptions? ✨Yes, yes I did✨

POV: A prince who must choose a bride to become his queen when he succeeds to the throne next year can't pick. All the ladies and princesses are beautiful, yes, but he cannot choose because he has already chosen. His loyal knight and childhood friend. Though they are together in secret, they aren't able to go public. They would be executed if they did. Instead, the night before he must make a selection for a bride, he and his knight run away. They don't know where they're going only that they're going together. They're never caught as they run through the forest and that makes them glad. They flee to the neighboring town where they find work and stay together. They marry in secret years later and live happily in the end. They weren't rich or popular or even recognized to be the former prince and his knight; they were just happy. Happy and in love with no fear to ruin their days. They grow old together and in their final moments the only words exchanged between ragged breaths are "I love you" as the two peacefully pass together in their cottage home.

POV: u and the guy youre supposed to marry are both miserable with the arranged marriage SO HE HELPS YOU GET AWAY with your real lover. little do you know your arranged husband is acctually in love w u and hes ur soulmate but he has a good heart and just wants to see you happy so he sneaks you out of the castle and sends you away with the other guy on a horse but as your riding away you look back at him. you look at his eyes and you cant tell if he's crying or if its just the rain. the sight of him in such a vulnerable state ignites something inyour heart but you push it down, for its too late. every few hours you get the same feeling but again, you push it away. you realize that you made the wrong choice. but of course you push that reality out of your mind for it's simply far too late.

POV: You the princess fell in love with the commoner, he had long black hair and green emerald eyes. Your father arranged a marriage for you, so you knew the only way of getting out of it was running away. You grabbed a lantern and ran off with him, you were both filled with joy till your heard something swoosh past you. An arrow had hit your lover, you held him and tears began rushing. You saw a man on a horse, and it was your husband to be that shot your lover. You fell to your knees, your lover lifeless and leaning on you. Yet there was no saving him since the arrow had it his heart, you pulled out a long pointy dagger and stabbed yourself. As you became lifeless, you whispered, "We can fly away, together, now."

playlist idea: you're under a love spell/enchantment and you're trying to fight it ?

“But father!” she cried as she chased after the king. She watched as he flashed her a glare as cold as ice, telling her simply “Go back to your room, I have a boy to find.” his tone nearly lifeless as he walked away, carrying his sword at his side. He was far too tall for her to challenge and knew he was too stubborn to converse with. The king just shouldn’t find her lover, her prince. She scrunched her face and swung her head away from the direction of her father to retreat up the castle, to her room. it looked no different than the other rooms. the princess bed, made of silk and the royal carpet, made of the finest wool. she could care less about her room. after moments of looking around her room, she managed to make a rope with many different pieces of cloth. the princess looked at her room that was dirtied, lifting her head to the mirror that stood before her. her divine figure, the elegance her face had, it was no wonder so many princes tried for something they couldn’t have. “I’ll show you, father,” she mumbled the words to herself, “I’ll show you that I don’t need you watching over me. You’ll see..” she nodded, wiping a single tear from her face. the thought of what her father might do to her prince scared her. After moments, the princess had been standing at the window, looking down. she wore nothing but a gown for the night. she dragged her heavy eyes to the starry sky as she stood still. her father would be furious to know what she was choosing. she took the rope made of cloth, slowly stepping down it to the ground where the wet grass drenched her feet. she cringed to feeling such mushiness beneath her. it didn’t take the princess much longer to realize she still had to look for her prince. she was doused in rain, feeling each droplet drop on her blonde hair. she glanced to her surroundings before starting on her run, straight for the forest. yes, her father was smart but he never dared to check the forest. She ran, keeping a steady pace in the rainy night. the weight drew on her shoulders, beginning to believe her lover had been found and was no longer here. her violet eyes looked about the green abyss, calling for him. her legs stopped movement and she held still, feeling her eyes water as the disbelief began to overwhelm her. she called for the prince once more. yet again, no reply had come from him. she felt the tears pool down her face as she rushed deeper into the forest, collapsing beside a lake. the rain had been drowned out by her choking sobs and shaky inhales. though, her world was colorless, she suddenly stopped, “Princess? Princess? Where are you my beloved?” a masculine voice called in return. the princess lifted her head, wiping some tears from her face and stood to see if it truly was him. was it her prince? the steps drew louder and a lantern was the only light that she could see aside from the blooming moonlight. she made out the figure, despite her vision. the princess ran over to the man she oh-so loved, wrapping her arms around him to cry into his shoulder. the man sighed, “Love, We shouldn’t waste any time.” he spoke to her while pushing some of her hair from her face. the man gently kissed her forehead and gave a glimpse to the direction of the kingdom, grabbing the princess by the hand to run off. shouting was heard from behind them aswell as the clicking of hooves. the princess had no choice. she wanted to love this man and her father did not approve. she nodded to the prince and the two ran off, into the night of adventure. this was unfortunately, just the beginning.. A//N;; Hi, Hi, :D Thank you if you read all the way to down here! i might go through and tidy up some spots but for right now, I’ll keep it like this. 😌

“Are you ready?” he whispered lightly. It was hard, leaving everything behind, but she knew a queen isn’t who she wanted to become, she thought it a big responsibility for a girl who just wants to be loved. She doesn’t want to be the queen of a kingdom, she wants to be the queen of a man’s heart. A man who truly loves her, a man that proves himself worthy. She had been told countless times to stay away from him, but why should she listen to them? When she has been given every reason not to. She aspired to become a person of her own, not her mother; another beautiful queen who’s married and only obeyed the rules of the king, who was also her husband once. The death of her mother was more painful than ever, but she has lived through worse experiences, and being with him is what she truly wanted. Knowing there is no other way, no matter where she was, or who she pretended to be, this was the only way she could be free, the only way she won’t feel trapped in a hellhole that loops over and over again. And he felt the exact same way. Same story, same life, a prince who was soon to be king, when he simply never wanted it. She took a deep breath, “I’m ready” she whispered back. Looking deep into his blue eyes, she grasped his hands tightly as they both shut their eyes tightly. “Forever?” she cooed. “Forever” he spoke his last words, before leaping off the mountain his hands still grasping hers. The wind hitting their backs, the overwhelming dizziness, and the heart-racing sensation. This was it. Their forever. Their happy ending. Their lives coming to an end, only to start again in a new world. A world of their own. I honestly don’t know what this is, and forgive me if the grammar isn’t that good, english isn’t really my first language, but the song “experience” really gave me motivation to write something sad, yet happy. i hope you all have an amazing day, love you

Yo imagine if all of us had this life before-

If Olivia ever reads this, I want you to know that your playlists are everything to everyone who has dreamed of being royalty when they were younger. You are basically giving us the opportunity to re-live our dreams again and I adore that. If you ever need help finding classical music or aesthetic photos to go with them, I guarantee we, as your fans, will be glad to help so feel free to let us know ♥️♥️

“P-please, he has my heart, without him, my soul will be buried in the underworld and I fear I may never receive it!” you sob on your knees, pleading for a chance at happiness, all your life you’ve been raised as fair woman, a woman to keep her thoughts in her head and her words to herself. For the first time, you retaliate with all your heart’s strength. Your hands linger in the air with the scent of rotten tears, every time your father takes another breath, a drip of hope evaporates into the mist. But your lover’s blue eyes, that twinkle underneath the night sky that you’d see only when you snuck out at midnight alongside him, refresh in your mind and give you the best type of strength the Gods have crafted, the strength of love. You loved him and he loved you, and that was all that was ever needed. don't really like it but here you go, please reply with feedback and criticism if you have any

No one: Me: *imagines me wearing a dark dark blue dress running away from my abusive mother and relationship. As I'm running away rain falls down hitting me softly in the face, as I reach somewhere far far away, I sit down and just am free from my thoughts and life.*

POV: Romeo and Juliet actually live

listening to these playlists while doing normal everyday things makes them 120% more aesthetic

He's one of the bad guys, that's what everyone kept telling you, always has, always will...part of a powerful family that more than once brought fright and pain over your own. But why is it then that all those years ago you two formed a bond so strong, so deep? How is it that he is so sweet towards you, making you feel so loved, so special? "YOU WILL NEVER SEE THIS BOY AGAIN" ,you hear your fathers voice still echoing inside your head. He found out about you two, how, you don't know. But there was one thing you were absolutely sure about... this man was your destiny, your anker, you knew him like no one else ever would. So at night when everyone thought you went to bed, you packed a bag. Everything you needed, everything that meant something to you was now in it. You heard a knock at your window... You opened it and on the other side was he. You made your way to him, cautious not to make more sound than necessary. When you reached him he took your hand in his and gave it the slightest kiss before turning his gaze up at you. "Are you ready my love?" He didn't even need to wait for an answer as you just smiled at him, the smile that made him fall so deep, the smile that assured him you were the one all these nights ago. As equals to your love you started to walk away from your childhood home, hands tightly entwined, to start a life of your own, far up from rivalry, pride and prejudice... THE END Just something that popped in my head,hope you like it^^

Another story comment “What are you doing out here?” He asks as he pulls you closer, his hands resting on your waist gently. “I had to see you...” You whisper, your eyes looking into his blue ones. He smiled at your stubborn attitude and pulls you so close that your chests are touching. “You’re so careless. What if they saw you?” “At least I got to meet you.” You say and he laughs so softly, a symphony to your ears. “I love you.” It’s your turn to laugh and you smirk, “I wish I could say the same back...” Suddenly his lips are on yours and as he pulls away, your mouth drops in a gasp at the sudden move. “I think we both know you do.” “I love-“ your words are cut off as a voice pierces the air. “Get away from my daughter!” Your fathers loud yell sounds and as quick as it was heard, the royal guards pull him away from you. You feel a strong hand on your arm and you are yanked forcefully back to the castle. A final look to him as you struggle to get out of your fathers grip, makes you see a tear roll down his cheeks. Wattpad: @probscryingnstuff

it hasn't even started and I already imagined a whole story

Well, I'm early, and since we're on the topic of running away with your lover who you were told to stay away from... Let me tell you the story of Friedrich II of Prussia (Frederick the Great) and Hans Hermann von Katte. Frederick was the crown prince of Prussia, and Katte was a lieutenant in the Prussian army who served as his tutor. They became very close and in 1730, Frederick told Katte of his plans to escape Prussia and defect to Britain, where his maternal uncle (George II) was ruler. Frederick's idea of a prince and his father's (Frederick William I) ideals of a prince didn't exactly... match up. Katte warned against it at first, but after a while, Frederick convinced him to go along with the plan, alongside with a mutual friend Peter Karl Christopher von Keith. Keith ended up being the only one to make it to Britain. So, what happened? Frederick and Katte were caught and arrested and subsequently imprisoned. Frederick William was of course, enraged, and he leveled accusations of treason against the pair. Katte was given a life sentence. It gets worse. Frederick William threatened to execute his own son, and then told him to renounce his position as crown prince in favour of his younger brother Augustus William, but the imperial diet of the Holy Roman Empire wouldn't allow either of these. In the end, he decided that instead he'd have Katte beheaded. He ignored all petitions of mercy for Katte, including Frederick's, and on November 6, 1730, Katte was to be executed. It doesn't stop there. There are two versions of what happened next: Either he was lead past Frederick's window and executed a few meters down the street, or he was executed right in front of Frederick's window. Either way, the king had forced him to watch. Their last conversation was in French, as follows: "Please forgive my dear Katte, in God's name, forgive me!" Katte responds, "There is nothing to forgive, I die for you with joy in my heart!" Frederick fainted right before the finishing blow. He was inconsolable for 3 days. After this, he never spoke of Katte again or visited his grave. Now that's a sad gay story, if you ask me

The amount of times I have listened to this is ✨uNhEaLtHy✨

I want to read the males point of view, whether his heart is aching for his lover marrying another and fiercely helping her escape from it, or him running from his own arranged marriage.

This playlist is gentle like rain, mesmerizing like the eyes of a woman in love, and hopeful like thoughts of freedom. Yet at the same time, as mysterious as the dark woods, that slowly swallows you into it's misty shadowy depths.

He had tried to kidnap me, he had tried to kidnap my sister to get to me, so why was I standing here with him now, in this massive courtyard in this mansion I didnt belong in. Maybe it was when he had healed me, maybe it was after he betrayed his king to save me, maybe it was when he protected me when a knife was held to my chest. Either way my family would never approve, I was surprised I was holding his hand now when only three months ago I would've killed him. "Here," he said stopping. "This is where we part." I stopped looking at his face and hair that was drenched in rain. "What?! I am not leaving you!" "Listen," he said leaning down to meet my eyes. "This is where we part for now." he pushed my hair out of my face. "I swear I will come to you soon." "No," I shook my head and squeezed the hand that carassed my cheek. "Not without you! He'll kill you." "When the whole world tells you no what do you do?" "What?" "What do we do!" He drew his gun stepping in front of me as the mansion was sent into a flurry of yells. "We show it wrong and tell it yes." He smiled turning his head over his shoulder. "Good, Ill see you soon." He loaded his gun. "Now go." I hated to leave him but he had gone this far for me so I ran praying to see him soon.

i love how these tipe of playlist summons all the wattpad writers.

me in math class: *imagines being a princess forced to marry a man I don't love and then running away with my girlfriend to live in a cottage in the woods and we wake up every morning to watch the sunrise in our treehouse*

No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stay away even if I wanted to. He is mine, I am his. It doesn't matter that he's from another Kingdom, it doesn't matter that he's a beast to another's eyes. So today I will finally run away with him, even if it means I'm abandoning my entire Kingdom for him, it's worth it. No one in this world looked at me the way he does, no one in this world spoke so softly to me like he does, no one touched me as gently as he does, and no one in this universe made me feel the way I do like he does. I need him. I need him with me and without him I'll feel lost. So as I reach the borders on the outskirts of both his Kingdom and mine, I let the rain pour down on me a bit more for this will be my last time experiencing it in my homeland. [] And as I feel the drops of water hit my skin, my lover appears, who instantly grabbed my hand and kisses it. "It's time, are you sure you want to do this?" He asks. *"You're my King right?"* I answer him with a question of my own. The ground shakes as the royal guards from both Kingdoms come running, some on horses while others on foot. Their shouts becoming louder with every second that passes. *"Of course, and you're my Queen, right?"* He also asks, the hand of his that grabbed my own now slowly intertwined it's fingers with mine. *"Always."* I say. For it is true, that I'll always be his and he will always be mine. That was all we needed, before we both left our own Kingdoms behind and ventured into the woods to hopefully find a place where we could be free. Free to smile, free to do what we want, and most definitely *free to love.* {By: Flame SnowFire}

I don’t usually write povs but I kinda imagine a maid caring for a princess while listening to this and they eventually fall in love together but the princess has an arranged marriage with another prince to connect the kingdoms, but eventually her and the maid run away together and live in a cottage together 👀

she stares blankly at me, her face immediately dropping. "what did you just say?" she asked slowly, as if struggling to remember what words even are. "i said i love you. with everything i am and with everything i have. i love you." i repeated, with a sudden confidence. "but i'm a girl? and you're a girl?" "so?" i ask, a hint of nervousness in my shaky voice "they would never allow this, and you know that." "do you love me?" i ask softly "please don't do this. you know we could never be together." she says quietly, as she turns her gaze to the grass beneath us "aura, do you love me?" i ask again, this time my voice barely above a whisper "of course i fucking love you." she reveals, finally looking up at me i grin, i laugh, and then i look at her with dead seriousness. "then let's go." i say, a small smirk growing on my face and we did go. we ran. holding our dresses as we did so, we ran as fast as we could away from that beautiful godforsaken castle. i looked over at her as we ran. i could feel the smile on my face. she stopped when she noticed me staring, and giggled. it upset me that i would be away from my family, but they weren't really family if they didn't let me live my life with the woman i love the most. she was family. perfection. all those sappy love songs as a person. the woman i love. the woman who loves me. the two princesses, one from greece, one from italy. the two princesses, in love.

and while everyone imagines themselves to be the princess who ended up running away with a commoner, my mind showed me a picture of me cleaning the quarters while the Prince is watching every single move that I made

the first song makes me feel like this: i’m running to the secret meeting spot predetermined by my lover and I. Due to complications with my escape from my family estate, I am horribly late. I am running because I fear he will think I am not coming, and leave. But I would never abandon him. I am running through the forest coming up on the meadow. I make it to the edge of the meadow and hoist my skirts even higher and continue running as fast as I can. I make it to the tree in the middle of the field, the exact meeting place, but my lover is not there. My heart drops My worst fear has come true, I am too late. I brace myself with one hand against the tree, breathing heavy, and scan the meadow. There by the other edge, towards the bridge, despite the gloom I see a figure walking with their back to me. It must be him! I quickly start up running again, screaming his name, praying he can hear me over the beat of the rain against the grass and leaves of the surrounding forest trees. As I get closer, he stops. He slowly turns around, then picks up running towards me. Finally we unite. We laugh. We smile. He opens an umbrella and holds it above my head but I am already soaking wet. We laugh again. I gently push away the umbrella and we embrace. We kiss. He picks me up and swings me around. We dance in little circles, overcome with joy. He tells me the carriage is waiting on the bridge to take us away, to a new life where we can be together without opposition. I squint and look toward the bridge then look back to my lover. We run again, though slower this time, hand in hand. The rain lightens as we get closer. Finally we make it to the bridge, the rain is only a light drizzle. The driver is an old man, warmed by the sight of young love. We stand outside the carriage, my lover helping to try and wring the water out of my heavy dress. As we climb inside, the clouds break. Sun shines down upon us. Upon our new beginning. The driver gets the horses moving. I’ve never been so happy in my life.

never expected to find writers' community on RU-vid, but here I am and every piece inspired by this breathtaking music is beautiful. I can drown in this comment section, I swear.

"Oh darling boy, we can be truly happy now." I whisper as if there are people near by, knowing we've been running for so long that I could scream it and not a soul would hear besides me, him and the dear in this enchanted forest. "We can my dear, we most certainly can." He hums, brushing the wet hair from my face, the rain still pouring down, the only thing protecting us being the willow tree we're stood underneath. His hands trace across the bodice of my ballgown, before untangling the hair clumped around my neck, leaning down and stealing a kiss on my collarbone. "No one will ever find us here." I smile, knowing I'm finally free from my family to live the life I've always dreamt of with Isaac. "Mhmm." He hums against my neck, slowly pulling his mouth away but not his hands. Rather his hands only become tighter, his fingerprints burning into my skin. "You're right my dear, no one will ever find you here." His voice cuts through me, suddenly a darkness overtaking his eyes. This is not the man I love. My head slowly becomes lighter as I feel his hands clasp around my throat tighter than ever before, the rain slowly becoming drowned out by the blood pumping in my ears from the lack of air I can breath. Before I drift of into a sleep, a wicked smirk plays on his lips. "Goodnight my dear."

Idk why but when I hear this I can’t imagine running to someone or with someone I imagine running from something Like the woman is running towards a better life where she can say what she pleases and do what she wants Instead of being tied down to the people around her She wants others to have that opportunity she craves for Although she loves her people She wants to rule them her way ,not as if she’s a puppet She finds a witch who can help her but the cost ...is her life In order for woman of her time to have a voice she will have to silence hers forever She agrees and starts to wither into feathers The laws in her kingdom start to change Giving woman equal rights and voices of their own They no longer need a man to live on They can marry for love and not for stability or a chance for survival They built a statue for that crowned princess placing white and black flowers As a way to thank her for what she did for them They made a festival dedicated to her Called “the feather of hope” Everyone wears a white feather pinned to their chest near their heart This is mostly for the first song Sorry if it’s crappy it was just random in my head

Who else immediately recognized the melody from Anastasia?

me imagining a princess being forced to marry a prince but she runs away with a village girl shes secretly in love with and the princess is finally free of castle duties and fancy living and goes on adventures and is finally herself with her true love

Them: running away with their lover Mine: went through a lot of hardship just to survive in the Royal family. Many years later after I won the war against the neighbouring country I became a ruler, a Queen.

“Where are you taking me?” the princess asked her personal guard, though her guard just laughed beautifully and continued to hold the princess’s hand as she lead her away from the castle. The King and Queen weren’t sure of having their daughter have a woman as her personal guard at first, but the princess had insisted, so here she was, running through the woods in the dead of night with the love of her life. The princess knew the feelings she had for her guard weren’t deemed well in her kingdom, and she knew she would most likely be hung for her crimes. But when was love ever a crime? “We’re here my darling,” the guard said sheepishly and the princess looked up to see a thousand stars falling from the sky. “The stars...” the princess gasped as she gazed in wonder at the flashing lights that shot across the sky. “I thought we would miss it,” her guard said softly as she wrapped her arms around the princess’s waist from behind. “What even is it?” the princess asked, still aghast at the beautiful sight. “A meteor shower, I read about it in the library and you always talk about how much you love the stars, so I thought why not?” The princess tore her eyes away from the night sky to stare at her lover. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, “Just like you love.” Her guard laughed softly at that, never taking her eyes of her princess. “More like you darling,” the guard whispered back, “You’re the beautiful one.” At that the princess kissed her guard softly on the lips, letting the taste of her tongue fill her tastebuds and send pleasure down her body. There were no kind words for what the two were. No kind words that described the love the two shared.

Or, consider this: Kill the prince you were betrothed to and steal his riches, and then run away with your true beloved.

Forget about the wattpad stories , my dramatic ass is sitting here all alone at my birthday with my homophobic family celebrating thinking about the girlfriend I don't have

"Experience" is really an unmissable track. I've seen it in several Dark academia playlists already. I love this piece so much, it's so beautiful. It's hypnotising and lovely, so inspiring. I have written so much different things while listening to it.

Can I just like all the comments here? Seriously, everyone, you are writing pure gold and that's just in the comments! You need to sit down and get started on that novel you might have been putting off because you are all really talented! 😊

Not me imagining I’m a weasly in love with a malfoy

POV: Charles and I grew up together on the sunlit paths of the royal garden. We drank in the rain and smelled the flowers that sprung as a result. We ran in the grass until our bare, chubby little feet were covered with muddy earth, and then it became my exquisite heels and his gardener shoes in the mud. We basked in the sunshine and tasted every beverage from the castle. Charles began working as the estate's gardener, following his father's footsteps, and a stable boy. We found each other whenever he was off work, and I was out of the palace etiquette classes. He climbed up to my balcony, and we talked in the dark of night for hours at a time. He was one of my only true friends against the loneliness of the massive, empty castle. When I was nineteen, my father coerced me into an arranged marriage with the prince of Great Brittian to preserve the royal bloodline. He made me promise to stay away from Charles, with who he knew I'd formed a connection. I lied. ----------- I heard a soft knock outside my window and opened it only slightly. It was storming hard tonight, the wind and rain blowing into the room and leaving a slight puddle on my windowsill. Charles was standing there, lit by the faintest moon's glow, completely drenched and sopping wet. His curls were a dark, matted-down mush on his head, his shirt now a second skin showing off the muscles he'd developed climbing up here all these years, not to mention the hours of yardwork. "Are you sure tonight's a good night," I half-shouted. Charles suppressed a smile and lowered a hand to help me out of the small window opening, "it's now or never, Darling. Your wedding's tomorrow." I'd proposed the idea of running away with him before I was forever barred to another man. But I was also the one to procrastinate our plan until the last minute; this was treason for us both, but his punishment would be far greater than mine. I nodded and stepped out onto the balcony with him. He immediately pulled me to the warmth of his body and placed a light kiss on the side of my neck. "I can't wait to start our life together." Me too. Then, I followed him towards the ledge, and Charles said he'd go first to catch me in case I fell. And I worried, more than usual that night, and rightfully so; the bricks and vines were slippery when wet, far too much for his hurried climbing. And I wished--I wished more than anything I've ever wished for--that I'd followed my gut and told him not to go and waited for the rain to pass in my room. Especially as I watched his darkened figure lose his footing and fall. I heard the thud and his loud coughing below. I knew he'd survive--I was only two stories up--but I also knew at least one of the servants had heard us too.

Me needing story ideas: The comment section: *How convenient.*

I told my friends that I wasn’t in love with him anymore, I told myself that, the love I had for him was gone, the feelings were fading away and the memories were losing meaning and were nothing but a past life , I lied, I lied to my friends and I lied to my mind,the way I still feel him in my dreams, the way I still can see him in my vision , the way I still catch myself thinking about him, the way I still can hear his laugh, the way I still see his smile and the way Im still living in my memories, the way I can hear how he says my name with giggle , and the way I still feel his eyes on me,the way I can still feel his touch,the way I can write paragraphs about him, the way I was trying to ignore feelings for him, the way I still love him and the way Im madly in love with him, the way I still imagine my future with him and the way I still think about how we ignored our opportunities, the way I still think about what if, what If we had something,what if he was scared, what if he still thinks about me, what if he told his family about me, what if he talks about me with his brother, what if Im in his dreams, what if he imagined our future, what if he misses me, what if...what if he loved me what if we had future together but we ignored that The way I loved him and the way we were nothing but a friends The way I can’t say that to him The way I can’t do anything The way Im hopeless

maybe i am simply a prince running away with my boyfriend to the german countryside. whatre you gonna do about it huh.

POV: You're the duke's daughter that was supposedly engaged and to be married to the crown prince, but you ran away with the knight that serves your Fiancée. The imperial family placed a notice and an award to whoever finds you and your lover, but no one ever succeeded. A year later, your lover returns home to deliver good and bad news that he received from commoners. The good news is: The crown prince got married and became the King of the country. The bad news is: The crown prince married your little sister, who was also planning on eloping with the love of her life.

imagining the youngest, quiet prince escaping with a mysteriously enchanting commoner into the forest, to her home town far, far away. no one will miss him or realize he’s gone, he’s not betrothed or expected to take the throne. he feels he is a decoration, nothing more. when the kingdom falls apart years later, a search is sent out to find the youngest prince, and bring him back to restore peace amongst the people and bring the economy back to life. but fairies and wolves and trees have hidden him too well, he has become mother nature’s savage son and will not return to the people who fought and killed each other for petty reason. mechanical soldiers cut through the woodlands and manipulative nobles twist their ways and take control of the kingdom. finally the prince gets angered by their pollution, and with a fight storms through the garden where flowers used to bloom and into the palace where people once danced in joy. screaming at the horrors of his lost home, at the rotting souls of the nobles who took over the palace, he yells for justice, his earthy smell spreading through the halls and bare feet running towards freedom. his usually soft, honeyed voice is heard screaming and frustrated throughout the roads and streets of the land. the people, after a moment of wonder, realize that their lost prince has returned.

Bach’s Cello suite really captures the tension of running away and being afraid of getting caught. I love it!

"My queen, will you run away with me? To a far place that we never know?" A knight asked, his beautiful emerald eyes look into you. You took down the white crown that the King gave to you on the wedding day, your face reflected by it. Eyes look exhauted, sad and broken. But then, you threw it away, your right hand held him, voice without hesitation. "Yes, my lover, please lead me."

While listening to these pieces I'm reading all these comments. It's like I'm reading a novel

Walking through the gardens, I try to keep my gaze focused on the flowers, not wandering about searching for Gerhis. Not that I've seen him here lately. Which has me worried, even though I shouldn't be. So I keep my eyes on the pretty jeweled tones of the sweet smelling beauties that Gerhis taught me to love. I turn a corner into a hedge maze and see my little sister hand in hand with a young gardener. I'm fairly certain that he is Gerhis' younger brother. But I don't say a word. Isabella gasps and the gardener boy releases her hand before bowing and quickly leaving. I get that response a lot. What with me being the Duke's wife. "What are you doing here, Catherine?" Isa asks, looking guilty. "It's the Gardens, a public space," I remind her, keeping my face neutral as I've learned to keep it since Mama died, "What were you doing with that boy?" She frowns when I belittle him as a mere boy. "None of your business," she retorts hotly, her pretty face growing red. "I'm sure the King wouldn't be pleased to know that his future bride was sneaking around with a servant," I comment, scowling a little, worried. "What does it matter? It's not like I'll be marrying him anyway," Isa parries with an angry toss of her pretty curls. "All I'm saying is that you should be more careful," I persist. "You don't need to tell me that," she snaps, quickly backing away and storming off. I sigh closing my eyes. "My Lady, the gardener boy is at her window again," my servant whispers into my ear, "They're planning on running away." My lips are pressed together and I force a nod. It's been a week since I learned that my Gerhis was beheaded. Now my sister is planning treachery. Not that I'm surprised in the slightest. Everyone I love leaves me. Soon all that will be left of me is a cold statue. "Thank you, Lizzie," I answer before turning to my husband the Duke. "I need to take care of something," I announce with a forced smile, "Excuse me." "Of course," he answers, not even caring if I'm about to leave or not. He is old and fat. He cares little for me, and is always running about with maids or drinking wine. He only married me for my title and my money. I loathe him. But I must show him respect, as that is the world that I live in. I give a little curtsey before heading to my little sister's room. I open the door, not even bothering to knock. Apparently her midnight visitor has left already. "What? Catherine!" she exclaims. "Hush! You will listen!" I scold, "You love this boy? Are you sure?" I hold my breath, waiting with dread for the answer. "With all my heart," she answers, just as I thought she would. "Then run away with him," I say slowly putting a hand on her shoulder gently, "If you love him so much run away...You at least will have a chance at happiness." Besides, if she runs now she might still live. "What?" she asks, barely able to believe the words I spoke. "Go," I repeat. She grabs her bags, stuffing them with supplies while I just stand numbly, watching. "I loved too," I say when she reaches the window. She pauses, looking over at me curiously. I can see her surprise. She always thought I was incapable of love, that all I cared for was what was proper and good. But she was wrong. "I loved and now he's dead. So go... while you still can. As fast as you can. Never let him go." She nods and then she's gone in the rain, riding on a white horse behind her own gardener boy. I stand there when the King's men pour in like ants on a peony. I stand silently before the court like a rose tree as they declare me guilty of assisting the treachery of my sister. I stand before the people of my homelands like a lily in a simple white gown before the fire beneath me is lit. But as soon as I hear him calling my name I run. I run into the arms of my lover and weep in the storm that surrounds us. "You're home," he whispers, hugging me close, "You're home, Cathy." And I cry tears of joy in the rain.

this comment section is actually pushing me to tears oh my god, all these beautiful writers...

I have a guy I like at work. He works in the store next to mine. He smiles, and I smile back. I even blink playfully sometimes. ... Today I discovered the girl that works with him is his girlfriend. I told myself I would not feel bad about it cause it was impossible but it hurts now so bad (true story-heart still hurts)

"Don't look back." He breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your back. His face was gaunt with years of hunger tearing at his stomach, but all you saw was the way his lips curved so beautifully and the tone of his beautiful olive skin that begged to be captured in a painting. All he seemed to notice about himself were all of the ways that he was wrong for you... He never stopped thinking of all of the ways that he would never be able to provide for you like you had once been provided for. Still, you couldn't find it in your heart to long for the luxury you once had. The truest luxury was being held in the crook of his body, corded with muscle from all of the times that he had to run away after stealing food to feed his family. The rapid thumping of the horse's hooves beneath you was the melody of your new life. You would accept hunger, worry for survival, and anything else, as long as it meant that you would be together. It did not take long for you to generate a response that would make him realize how much you truly wanted this. Wanted him. Looking up at the man you love the most, seeing the way that the sunlight strikes his hazelnut locks, the way that it could strike no other, it was not difficult for you to whisper back, "I never would look back anyway."

I suck at writing dialog (and writing in general but this is something i thought of) She runs until she realizes there is nowhere else to run. She is at the edge of the forest. If she goes any further she will be in enemy territory but if she leaves the forest the opposite direction she is back to the castle. She drops to her knees crying until she hears a voice. “Rhea. rhea are you alright?” the deep but soft voice asks. She looks up and there he is. She doesn’t say anything, unsure of what was happening. Normally their interactions were sword duels or throwing knives past each other's heads. The man who she swore was her enemy, tying his horse against a bush and coming to sit by her. He begins telling her a story of when he was young, before the war. He finishes and then looks at her deeply and wipes the tears off her face, his skin smooth despite having scars, a few given to him by her. Whilst she stares into his eyes, she realizes him and herself are not so different. As a matter of fact they were so very similar that she realized she wasn’t trying to fight him. She was trying to fight herself. She always blamed herself for everything that happened; whether it be to her parents, to the kingdom, to anything really. She breaks eye contact after hearing a noise coming from the edge of the forest. “Oh no” she mumbles and starts to get up. “Wait! Come with me” he blurts. “What? Why?” “I want you to be safe. And I know your parents arranged for you to marry Prince Edward of wherever he’s from.” He uses a posh british accent when saying Prince Edward’s name. “How do you know that I don’t love him?” she rolls her eyes. “From what I know, you seem to be a smart girl, although I am doubting that at the moment, and I don’t believe you would throw your life away. Anyways if you want to come with me, lets go because I am pretty sure that voice was a guardsman." With that they hopped on his horse and took off.

I always knew I belong in the classical era....this music the dresses the emotions... ahh I just couldn't explain the connection that feel deep within me✨🌻

I just want to say thank you to olivia your playlist are helping through a really hard time in life right now and I hope you have a wonderful life

her touch is soft, featherlight, brushing lightly against my cheek. she caresses my face like it is a precious treasure, and i stare at her lips, pink and gently reflecting the candle light. our dresses surround us in pools of pink and blue fabrics, the mattress we sit upon sunken with our weight. "they are coming," she whispered, her hushed voice still a beautiful song to my ears. i reach forward and grasp her free hand, lightly squeezing it with my own as her fingers curl around my ears. "and they know." "i know," i whisper in return, our breaths mingling in the air between us. our noses lightly brush together, before we press our foreheads together. she is beautiful, perfect, everything good in the world. she is my other half, my love, my heart, my entire existence. "we will leave in due time. me and you." "i know a cottage, on a beach," she tells me, her low voice carrying hints of childish excitement at the prospect of us running away together. "you will love it. the sun shines perfectly through the windows in the mornings." i let the fantasy of our lives together in this small cottage play through mind; i see her dancing around a tiny kitchen, morning light dappling her face and the dress she was currently wearing as she weaved across the floor. she turns a brilliant grin towards me, and holds a hand out in an invitation, and i can't stop myself from taking it, from letting her lead the way in our dance of life. there is pounding on the door of our secret home, which we had hidden away many times throughout our knowing one another. it is no longer hidden, just like us. "are you ready?" she asks quietly, a promise on the edge of her lips. rain pelts against one of the windows, casting shadows across her beautiful face. "for anything," i promised her, and our lips meet, closing the gap between us. we would never be allowed to love one another, but that doesn't mean that we couldn't try.

16:04 okay but this part is definitely the part where the couple is staring into each others eyes holding each other and the camera is spinning around them as they decide whether or not its appropriate to kiss the other

pov: youre a servent whom fell in love with the princess. [MEANT FOR MY LESBIANS OR STRAIGHT GUYS THAT ARE READING THIS] You sat at the front of the princesses bedroom door as you held in your tears, you walked into her bedroom, with a silver platter that had a tea set on it. You quickly placed it down on her dresser, pouring the tea just how she likes it. You swiftly bowed and said, "Here you go, your honnor-" She cut you off, stuttering, "We don't have to keep pretending- Listen, I know the wedding is today, but we can run away! Together.." She pleaded. "But you're getting married to King Oakly's son! He would kill us- Me! Send out guards and-" You stopped to cry a bit. Her eyes filled with tears as you stuttered out a sentence. "I am sorry.. I love you, not that- Down right bastard!" She took off her corset and threw it on the ground. "I wanna see what's out there, besides this stupid kingdom." She sat on the floor next to a Chess board, moving a Chess peice. "I know.. Please- Just, let's live in our own world! We could find somewhere, besides the village to live!" You said, excitedly. "I would love that, [Your name.]" She said as she wiped her tears. You dug in her closet, getting makeup and clothes. "We'll just look like the people in the village!" You grinned. "That is a great idea- Get a hood on!" She shouted. She grabbed a small box under her bed and opened it, revealing a lot of riches, you couldn't imagine. You watch her as she stuffs in into a small basket. After you were done with your discguises, she opened her large window, leading to a balcony. "This is it.." She pleads. "I hope you're ready," You whisper as she holds your hand. "I sure am." She smiled as you met her eyes. As you climbed down the castle, holding onto the bricks sticking out for dear life, she met the ground. As you jumped off the last brick sticking out, you both make your way to the stables, not saying a word and stole a palace horse. You took off your hood as you saddled up the horse and helped your lover onto it. "I can't really ride, you know." She said as you grabbed a few apples and put them in your small bag. "That is why we're only taking one horse." You answered quickly as you reached your hand out. She grabbed your hand and helped you up, "This is unbelievable!" She whispered in your ear as she held onto your waist, behind you. "I can't believe we're doing this, just keep low.. Pretend you aren't royal." You replied. "That's the whole plan, dingus." She smirked as you chuckled softly. You whip the horse as it runs off into the village. As the people clear, the horse gies faster until you reach the forest. You whip the horse, making it go faster as you make your way through the woods and up a large hill. You hault and turn the horse around, looking at the castle and village as the sun sets. Your lover grabs your face and turns you to her, as she kisses you for a few seconds on the lips. You smiled and turned back around, riding off into the night. That was it! Ty for reading and let me know if you want me to continue this! :)

I have nothing against the people writing romance here- it's literally in the title and you all are doing a wonderful job! Your writings are beautiful, as is this playlist. But it motivates me moreso to write of a princess whose kingdom is slowly delving into evil, of her family being a major contributor and her feeling helpless. A princess that sees the stifling of her people, but is too stifled herself to do anything. When the time comes, she runs, but not in fear. She runs with the knowledge that there are people that will help her, and she runs with hope. Her only accompanying lover is the unbreakable love for her people that she holds in her heart, a love that will motivate her to protect them at the expense of everything.

1:57 As you rode on the horse with him through the gloomy woods, it was getting darker and darker, and you got more anxious and could not stop looking behind. The warm light from the lamp he held in his hand became the only guide, but it's orange hues flashed rapidly in the rain, foreshadowing the impending danger. Just behind, you heard the guards from your palace on their horses after you. "Let me down, they'll kill you if they got us!" you yelled to him desperately. "Princess, do you trust me?" he said firmly while looking into your eyes, his words are like a comforting elixir that cured everything, you replied with no hesitation, "Yes". "hold on tight!" He tightened up the reigns, with an abrupt turn, the horse dashed through the woods as fast as ever. the arrows behind hailed in the rain, you closed your eyes and clutched on his waist, even with thunder roaring overhead in the piercing cold, you felt safe.

Today was the day. Flowers, pretty lights, important people and a big cake. We had it all. All the ingredients for what should be one of the best days in our life. Soft music, my parents, king and queen, full of joy to be finally witnessing the wedding of their only son. Prideful smiles, jokes and glasses of wine danced through the big garden where everything was going to happen. I was alone, in a corner, feeling just like the clouds above us. Grey. Enjoying the invisibility that the simple dark dress that I had chosen, gave me. Did I choose it to keep a low profile? Avoid the chats with people I didn't know nor care about? Or was I mourning the love that never happened like it should? The same one that in a couple hours for now would be over for ever? I knew we didn't stand a chance. I knew we were just young and in love. Absurdly in love. The kinda love that destroys you when it's gone. The kinda love that feels like the only emotion that rules through your veins when your person, your savior, your most precious treasure is around. But was it all for? Us to end up this way? They all say that you should just trust the universe. 'Things will work out eventually' they assure you. But they're not sure, they can't be. And I could go on and on. Ranting, screaming, crying. About all the things that aren't right, about how you and I belong together. How we are meant to be. But you know that, you're the only one that does. And when they ask us to go sit in our places, telling us that the ceremony was about to begin the only thing I could think about was tonight. "I don't want this to feel like a goodbye, love" you say, holding me a little tighter to the point I could not longer tear our heartbeats apart. Both fast, feeling almost like the ticking of a clock. "It's not a goodbye..." you whisper, pain in your voice. "I'm afraid it is" "it doesn't have to be" you argue. "I want more than kitchens at midnight, secret gardens and stolen stares, darling." I say, not sure if I should have. Round my fingers trough your arms and your skin felt soft after my touch, familiar. And, even though I did not tell you, I was trying to memorize you. Silence fills the floor of the kitchen where we lay. But I know you felt the same way. "Do you really want to lead?" I finally ask. That makes you slip out of my arms, a little because the candle we were using was almost ending and we needed a new one, but mostly because that was a conversation to have face to face.I watch you get up and light the new candle, your movements were graceful, delicate, only illuminated by moonlight and wishes. You sat in front of me, in your eyes only fear and love. And the illicit question: In the end, which one would be stronger? "I don't know what I want anymore." "We can be free, darling" I gave you what I hope wasn't our last kiss and wiped the tear that fall out of her face afterwards "you just have to say the word and we're out of here" But that was just lovers' promises. Enchanted by the moment, by your eyes, your touch, and the impossible possibility of a life with you. A real one. But today was the day. Everyone was here, and the flowers and lights kept laughing at me. Calling me naive. And the worst part? They were probably right. The music started and I knew that was a bad sign. Watched my brother, soon to be king, walked the aisle with mockery and highness. I know that power and royalty were the only things in his mind at the moment. He never loved you. At least not like I do. You could see it in his bored eyes, in how his heart stayed in his chest when you came out wearing that white dress. And you? You were beautiful. Looked just like an angel. You glowed, filled the room with magic even with that fake smile in your face. We crossed eyes and for a second I thought that that was the end of me. My heart skipped a beat, or a couple, and even if your smile wasn't, mine was genuine. You looking at me was a reason enough to smile. Even if that was the last time you did. But then your eyes left me and went to him. Your future husband. The future king. And I felt so empty that I had to close my eyes and recompose myself before I break. I didn't hear the rest of the ceremony, I couldn't stand to look at you trying to look at him the same way you look at me. Fear had finally won. Ironic, isn't it? Wedding days are supposed to be about love. But then... everyone gasped and I had to start listening again. "I can't..." it was the only thing that left your mouth. Two words and I felt alive again. "I'm sorry, I can't." you repeated yourself several times in the eyes of what could've been your kingdom. And before anyone could really understand what was happening you took my hand and dragged me out of that place. We ran under the rain to the back of the castle, the place when the forest starts. And there's a horse prepared. You planned this, there was a bag with clothes and things we might need. You wanted to run away with me. And even though that was all I needed to prove that you loved me just as much as I did I had to ask one more time. "Are you sure about this?" "You..." for a moment you stopped trying to tie the bag to the horses saddle and look right into my eyes "... are the only thing I'm sure about." and then you smiled at me. For real this time. And that was enough. More than enough. So as my arms tight around your waist while we ride through the forest we can only burst into laughter. Tears of joy mixing with the pouring rain. And the sudden realization that we're finally home. And when they'll tell our story, cause it's too good not to. We'll be the ones with a happy ending. We will be the two crazy princesses who fell in love. The two crazy princesses who run away. The two crazy princesses who are finally free. *hey:) just wanted to say that english it's not my first language, so i'm sorry if there's any mistakes*

She was beauty in its most divine form, a halo of sun always hovering above her head, an alluring storm following her wherever she went, leaving thunder and lightning in her wake. She was god herself, and I couldn't get enough. We had met in this exact same spot 5 years ago, except now the meadow was drenched, the clouds grey as she stood opposite me, glowing as if she were my very own lighthouse. "I can't-" I choked. "I can't bare to see you with him any longer." A sad smile formed on her lips, her eyes full of misery. "I can't bare it either." "Then come with me!" I yelled, fighting against the storm that was screaming in our ears, making the trees howl. She only shook her head, halo dimming. "You know I can't-" "Yes you can!" My voice was a desperate plead, full of emotion as I took a step closer. She took a step back. "You have a choice." I croaked, tears beginning to blur my vision. She clamped her eyes shut, clenching her fists. "No. I. don't." I dropped to my knees, not even ashamed as I begged. "Please. Don't let them ruin your life, you don't have to marry him, you can come with-" "We won't last one minute out there! You and me...we just...we were a disaster waiting to happen. We should have never even let it go this far." I held in a sob, tears trickling down my cheeks as I remained on the muddy grass, rain puddling around me. "You don't mean that." She looked away, hands going limp at her side. "Goodbye Jade." The sob came roaring out of me then, the pain that followed making my chest cave in. "Please...please don't..." She turned away from me, her eyes lowered. "Please!" I watched her as she left, never looking back, her figure disappearing into the shadows of the storm. I don't know what I had expected, asking her to leave with me, my love-sick mind knowing damn well her family would never approve of the two of us, a princess and a common girl. Yet I was foolish enough to believe otherwise, to believe she would choose me over them. Oh, she was forbidden love at its finest.

You though that your eyes shall never see anything finer than the riches in your castle , yet the finest thing you have laid your eyes upon was the stable boy that your father, the king, have hired last week. You thought that the stable boy would be a rough man, for his hands were calloused and dirty, yet nothing was more gentle than his touch when he helped you get on the pony. You thought your soft hands shall carry nothing more than a quill and paper to write fantasies in, yet they held a torch right now. You thought that your princess feet were only made for skipping through the fields in the sunset, and for shuffling when your mother gave you an earful, yet here you were running away from the castle. You thought your heart wasn't meant to be handled roughly, and the stable boy proved you right as he treated you with utter gentleness and promised to keep your heart in his chest. No , he wasn't a stable boy. *He was your lover* . . . ♡

They promised me gold and riches But everybody knows material things do not come without someone else's blood. He promised me thr thing I wanted most. The thing that was never given to me. Yes, with his touch comes darkness. But in darkness I find peace. They swore to me in sweet sugar coated words. But he swore to me in flesh and blood and steel. They gave me a thousand boxes of jewels and crowns. He gave me a hundred skulls from the enemies of his kingdom that dare lay harm on his people. They gave me empty promises. I knew once I said yes to them, I will just be another jewel to add in their treasury. But if I come with him I will be his weapon. His pride. His joy. His Queen. His equal. And he gave me what you failed to give..... FREEDOM

"Stay Away" he is gone, I am not fawn He is my light He makes me bright. He is a dark knight I am a light He kills I watch with thrill Mama says "Stay away" Papa agrees, But nothing will tear me away He says he will come back I say its all a knack "Stay here .. With no fear" Fear My dear, I am fearless Only 'cause you taught me to be But till death do us part I will keep you near my heart.

POV: You're a Princess unhappy with a marriage you didnt choose to make happen, it's the night before your wedding day. You sigh as you glance out the window, you catch some in the corner of your eye. You quickly turn your head back around hoping to see someone, anyone, but nobody was there. You think you're going crazy, but don't dare to sleep dreading what comes the following day. Then suddenly you here a tapping noise on the window, it's them! They've come to take you away, rescue you from this horrible fate. As they help you down from the window, a light sprinkle of rain begins. After you are on the ground they quickly take their coat off and give it to you. You're reluctant at first wanting them to stay warm, but end up taking the coat. They pick you up into their arms and into the carriage, you rest your head on their shoulder once they are seated beside you. They hand money over to whoever is handling the carriage, you can tell it's a great amount of it. You almost smile knowing that they were willing to do all of this for you. As the carriage starts to move you feel your eyes getting heavier and heavier. They put their arms around you, and you drift off to sleep. A long trip awaits ahead.

He looked up at Anne at the top of the wall and said, “Come on, jump! Don't be afraid. I'll catch you!” “Are-Are you sure?” Anne was terrified. She has been to higher places but the thought of jumping over one was making her weak in the knees, “Don't worry. I'll never let you get hurt.” However, the conviction in Oliver's voice reassured her. The strength in his eyes even more so. And so she leapt. Time seemed to slow down. The coolness of the air nipped at her face, the blowing wind was strong and made her hair and clothes fly. Oliver's strong arms encircled her waist; he spun her around, balancing himself so they won't accidentally injure themselves. He didn't let go when he set her down, and for a moment they stood there staring at each other's eyes. He grinned at her, “I told you I keep my promises.” They ran. She's with me, I'm free. Hand in hand they flew past the trees. Oliver couldn't stop the laugh that escaped his throat. They had to lay low for a while but what matters most is that they escaped and they were together. Filled with excitement, he looked at her from the corner of his eye. In the darkness of the night, her smile shone like the sun.

The once upon a December omg 🥺 nostalgia

there's an amazing book called AFTERLIFE, and it really fits this aesthetic, there's romance and a dark past( its a dark, fantasy romance genre book) There's a girl with a really dark past, and she has visions. One day when she glances up and catches his eyes she doesn't forget him, but neither can he. He's not human and no, he's not a werewolf or vampire, he's something else... This author is an amazing writer who can make you laugh or cry and her descriptions are breathtaking. I really recommend reading this book. :) just give it a go, it really grows on you and the sexual tension is akfjsoefjsoifasfsf. so yeah ;) Afterlife by Stephanie Hudson.

Me, the palace gardening boy, leaving yet another rose on the prince's windowsill