andromedaise

[andromedaise]

REVERSE STARTER CALL ! ! ! I really, really want to get more period/fantasy threads going, so drop me a <3 and I'll come stalk your opens and reply to 1-2 of them.

[andromedaise]

A little of the tension in Linyue's shoulders eased as he drank. Not enough to relax —never enough to relax— but enough to let her shift back, her hands falling into her lap. For a moment, she simply studied the man, her eyes sharp, unreadable. Still half-shadowed by the hood of her dark hair, her face betrayed little save for the faintest crease between her brows.

“You’re in my home,” she said finally, voice calm, clipped. “At least a two day’s ride from any village worth naming. As deep into the forest as the forest goes.”

She didn’t answer the first question. Not right away. Instead, she stood and moved to stir the herbs drying by the hearth, checking the warmth of the salve resting near the embers. She moved like someone used to silence, used to hiding. Used to being alone.

Only after a beat did she add, “Tian Linyue.” A glance over her shoulder. “That’s my name.”

Another pause. A longer one.

“But if you want to keep that leg, you would do well to tell me what it was that dealt you such damage.”

She returned to his side with a small wooden dish and the faint smell of crushed lavender and yarrow. Carefully, she knelt again, voice softening just slightly.

“And you? What do I call you?”

the last thing he remembered was the serpent who cornered him, dark red scales and coils like the blood in his veins. the rest was a distant memory- a bad dream in the recess of his mind. frankly, jun didn't expect to open his eyes until he was guided into the afterlife. it turns out monster hunting- though lucrative- was extremely dangerous.

when his eyes finally did open, the world felt too bright, too harsh. he shut them again and let out a low groan. he flinched at the sound of a voice. he was not alone. admittedly, it was nice voice. soft, soothing. "three days?" was all he could muster, voice thick from hours of unuse.

jun grunted as the cool cloth hit his burning skin. "who-?" his brows furrowed in confusion, which only deepened at the threat. his eyes opened. first she saved him, then she threatened to kill him? his chest rose and fell steadily as he nodded, finally focused on the woman in front of him. his body tensed momentarily with distrust, but eventually thirst won him over. jun drank heartily, or at least, as heartly as he can. afterwards, he finished the thought that was on his mind. "who are you? where am i?"

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The fire crackled. Outside, the forest exhaled —wind in the trees, soft and far. Inside, the silence felt as heavy as a shroud. Linyue did not dare to speak.

She watched him instead. Watched him twist the blanket in his fingers, watched his mouth shape the words I failed her like he was speaking a curse. She didn’t ask for details. She didn’t need to.

Instead, she reached for a sprig of dried yarrow and snapped it clean in two. The sound was quiet, sharp. Final.

“They always do,” she said. Not unkind but not gentle, either. She could not imagine a way in which she could somehow offer him comfort, so she just gave him a fact. “I won’t ask who they are. Or what happened. I can imagine that much. ”

She dropped the yarrow into a small earthen bowl, began to grind it with practiced hands. Her voice came again, low and even.

She glanced at him, just once.

“There’s no fixing a severed bond, at least not when death is the cause of the breakage. But there’s living past it. If you choose to. I have never had a familiar myself, but I don't think I would be wrong to assume your mistress would want more for you than allowing yourself to die.”

Breath hard and unsteady, he was scared of his own actions when he met his own movement.

Were he in his right mind, he might have recognized her by scent—the subtle tang of herbs and iron, the quiet hum of magic beneath the skin. But it wasn’t smell that told him what she was. It was instinct. A witch, yes. Alone, like so many were now. Few dared to live in covens anymore. Fewer still survived long enough to regret it.

Lorien’s eyes burned. He stared at the ground, unseeing.

Seconds bled into silence. He could have stayed like that forever, caught between the urge to understand and the crushing need to not think at all. Because thinking meant remembering. And remembering—

Oh, it would split him open.

"They killed her," he said at last, voice hollow. The words would mean nothing to this stranger, he knew. She had walls. She had sense. "I failed her," he whispered, fingers twisting into the rough blanket beneath him. His grip was weak—everything hurt, everything—but he clung anyway, as if it could anchor him.

Eyes closed. Perhaps it was his own leg that emanated such terrible scent— but, in truth, what he could feel was hers—

Hers.

Burned flesh and mocked hopes.

[andromedaise]

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

All of these sentences are mostly taking by my own mind and i'm not joking. It was hard finding material quotes regarding tournaments in historical or fantasy setting. Some are from shows or media but eighty percent is all from my own mind, please give credit if use these. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit. All of these involve the medieval event of a tournament and what happens around them.

I fear I am already bending far too many rules just by taking you, my young princess.

Show me your hands, you will have blisters soon.

Lady Eglantine doesn’t believe in love, only lust.

In the world of competition, only the strongest shall prevail.

A true champion is not defined by their victories, but by the obstacles they've overcome.

Victory is sweetest when it's earned through sweat, hard work, and determination.

Will you not participate in the tourney, my lord? 

May I have the honor of wearing your favor today, my lady?

Good luck to you, my Prince.

The tournament is not just a test of skill, but a test of character as well.

Is it always this bloody? Will those poor men die? Someone must see them.

I want him to wear my favor.  Only him. 

If he wins, the knight has the right to name his Queen of Love and Beauty. And at the feast, they shall dance.

Be careful. A tourney is a grand place for courtly love, but also, for blood to rise and affairs to appear.

Call me what you like, say I'm without honor, I don't care. I'm not getting on any more horses to whack you people with a stick.

Kings may be chosen by God, but they still make the mistakes of men.

When even those who rule can sink this low, it is not possible to change anything.

It's my lucky charm, be sure to bring it back to me.

My favorite blue ribbon. Take it.

It will bring you good fortune and you will return from joust unharmed.

I was hoping to ask for the Princess's favor.

How about a kiss, for luck?

Courtly love was the culture around the performance of love at court.

And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.

The knights take on the duties of shadows with pride.

Whoever wins the tournament, shall become the prince/princess’ new betrothed.

You want to marry my daughter? Prove yourself worthy.

Petyr survived only because I begged Brandon not to kill him.

When Petyr heard of my engagement, he challenged Brandon to a duel. 

You do qualify to marry my daughter.

What matters most is who she will give her favor to. 

Her face is one that can create dynasties or crumble empires.

I was hoping for a word before you rode on the tourney, my Prince. 

My brother is the one competing against you, please be gentle with him.

The games are done for the day, please, feast and drink as you wish. 

You have been staring all day, my lord. I was beginning to wonder if I had something in my face.

Any damsel that's in distress - she'll be out of that dress when she meets Jim West.

Great men do not seek power... they have power thrust upon them.

My daughter seems. . .infatuated with you. I have yet to see why.

The princess is naive and thinks any man who is kind means well. A tournament will only show her the reality of life.

You honor the arena with your combat. May your swords and shield preserve the peace.

In the songs all knights are gallant, all maids are beautiful, and the sun is always shining.

I will be brave for Princess Pea.

As a squire, your first duty is to your knight’s armor. Your knight’s armor is more important than your own life. 

You will be knighted and you will have earned your knighthood.

You are hurt. At least let me tend to your wound.

The men laugh and fight and the ladies search for husbands.

Nothing like a good tournament to find a husband, or a companion for the night. 

Rumors are always spread with ease in these.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

You say I'll never get your blessing till the day I die.

We're married now, but we still haven't told your dad. This is the right time.

Are you promised to someone?

My sister's getting married. It's a love match. A rare thing. I’m not so lucky. My husband is to be chosen by who can hold a sword the longer.

Why can’t women participate in the games?

There are games for the ladies, Your Grace. But they are less. . .gruesome. And of course, the dancing.

Princes and Princess all over the realm and across the sea are coming for this event. You must shine brighter.

Let me help you with your armor. It appears loose.

As I promised, I return your favor to you, my lady. 

The Prince never loses a joust. He will crown his queen and then all will be well.

I do not understand the appeal of this. 

I spend days making these favors, let me stay a little longer.

My lady, I do not need your favor to win, but perhaps, a kiss of good faith. 

I do not care who wins these games, your hand is already arranged for another.

Men are scoundrel, specially when blood runs hot after a good battle, stray away from them.

These games are done in honor of the king’s heir.

The lord’s daughter is said to have bloomed, and the man chooses to announce it like this. 

A tournament is for men to boost their strength, fathers sell their daughters like mares and for affairs to happen.

I saw you on the stands today, my lord. But you did not participate on the games.

My brother wishes to dance with you, my lady. He is all too shy to ask himself.

You were injured. Have you allowed someone to heal them or are you too stubborn to let them?

Princess, you must not stray too far away. 

Mother is too drunk and annoyed to care, she won’t mind. 

[andromedaise]

Xandria said nothing at first. She merely followed, silent but not subdued, her steps measured and regal despite the cold biting through her skirts and the ache in her calves. The mere fact that she had to travel with only soldiers as company was insult enough. But to be mocked for wanting freedom? That was nearly intolerable.

Once inside the tent, she lingered near the entrance for a moment, her eyes adjusting to the dimmer light, her jaw set. When the bowls arrived, she accepted hers without a word, but made no move to eat immediately.

Instead, she settled herself opposite to the man with practiced poise, smoothing her gown as if it were still silks and brocade rather than wet wool and twigs. Her eyes lingered on her guard, watching how he moved. A creature of the cold and dark, perfectly at ease in discomfort. How convenient.

"You speak of wolves as if you are not one of them," she said at last, voice soft but edged. "What would you call a man who tracks down a woman fleeing to save herself and threatens to bind her to a tree?"

She took a spoonful of stew and paused before tasting it.

"As for nobility... I must believe you are noble, ser. Exceptionally so. Because the alternative —that the king sent some dishonorable brute to drag his future bride through the woods like a runaway servant— would say far too much about how little he values me."

Only then did she taste the stew. It was better than expected, though she’d never admit it. She glanced at him again, more curious now than scornful. "So, tell me, ser. Which one is it?"

it was not for aksel to question why his king sent him on this quest. he was not to question why the king did not send a protected carriage or boat to fetch the highborn lady. it didn't matter how curious he was. it was none of his business. his duty was to serve the king as a loyal servant. so here he was, with a handful of guards and a freezing lady.

his eyes narrowed, attempting to gauge the truth of the young woman's words. he could turn his back and she could set off again, destined for death in the cold night air. oh, aksel would never hear the end of it if he allowed for that to happen. "free?" he responded, amusement in his tone. "you would be free for an hour at most, before the cold or the wolves got you."

he chuckles, lowering the rope. so the woman was not as daft as she looked. aksel didn't expect to spend his days following around a lady who panicked when her hair was out of place. he expected to be on the battlefield, prepared to die for his country and king. "very well...but if you try that again, i will tie you to that silver birch."

aksel paused for a moment, mulling over the other's words. it was a small curtsey he could allow. the men by the fire would no doubt harass the lady. however, he scoffed and stood up. "you do not know me, lass. or how noble i am." despite his words, he lead her to a pitched tent. "you will take your meal in here. but i will be here, making sure you don't run or choke." he whistled a high pitched sound, a two bowls of steaming stew were brought over to them. aksel sat down with a sigh and began digging into his supper.

[andromedaise]

The cup hit the floor with a clatter, water arcing in a cold splash. Linyue didn’t flinch. She only watched.

The man—no, not a man. Not really. She could feel it now, with him awake—was shaking. Not from fever or pain. From something deeper. Eyes wide, wild, stricken with soul-deep dread. She knew the look. Had seen it once before, in the ruins of a burning keep, when a fox with too-human eyes let out a scream no beast should make.

A familiar.

Of course. The emptiness. The way his magic sputtered and failed. The twitch of his fingers, reaching for a shape smaller, safer. He wasn’t just wounded—he was unbound.

She sat back on her heels as the pieces slid into place, slow and cold as ice down her spine. No wonder he hadn’t screamed. No wonder he hadn’t spoken. The silence in him must be a howl. Still, she didn’t move to comfort him. Didn’t reach for his hand or offer soft lies.

Instead, she picked up the cup, turned it upright, and rose. Every motion slow, deliberate, as she crossed to the basin to refill it. Her voice, when it came, was quiet.

“You’ve been broken,” she said. Not unkind. Just truth. “Cut from your tether. That’s what this is, isn’t it?” She returned to his side, crouched again, and set the cup down—within reach, but not offered. Her gaze met his, steady and unreadable.

A pause. Firelight danced across her face.

“You can drink. Or you can rot. But if you bring ruin to my door, I will let the forest finish what someone else started.”

A dull, throbbing ache in his side, fire licking up his leg. The scent of herbs—rosemary, willow, something bitter—clung to the air, thick as a blanket. His throat burned. His fingers twitched against rough-woven linen, and for a wild, gasping moment, he couldn’t remember how to move them.

Three days. The voice reached him as if through water. Cool cloth pressed to his brow, and he leaned away from it instinctively, a whimper catching in his throat. His vision swam—flickering images of a face above him, sharp-eyed and wary, framed by firelight. A stranger. A warning.

Lorien believed her.

But his wounds and her threat did nothing to distract him from the sudden despair that pierced him:

The silence.

No hum of a bond. No whisper of his Mistress’s voice in his mind. No steady pulse of magic tying him to her soul.

His fingers twitched, aching to shift, to become something small and harmless—a mouse, a sparrow, anything that could curl into the hollow of their chest and pretend, just for a moment, that he still belonged. But his magic sputtered, weak as a guttered candle.

Then—movement before thought. His hand lashed out, smashing the cup away. Water splashed across the floorboards. His breath came in ragged bursts, eyes wide—not with defiance, but terror. Fear of the yawning void inside him where a witch’s bond used to live.

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Xandria stood still for a beat, breathing hard, cheeks flushed from the cold and the sprint that had ended in failure. Her gown was damp at the hem, snagged with twigs and burrs. The wind tugged at her hair, and yet she lifted her chin as if she were still in her father's hall with servants at her back.

"I wasn't trying to be fast," she said coldly. Her fingers curled, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms, the only sign of her great desperation amongst a well practiced air of composure. "I was trying to be free. There's a difference."

Her eyes went to the rope in the man's hands. She almost wanted to laugh at the whole idea of this. Here she was, a highborn lady betrothed to a king, being threatened of being tied as a prisoner by a common brute. "Put that away, ser. I will not run again tonight, not because you have scared me into submission, but simply because you are right. It's too cold of a night to survive on one's own."

She glanced at the bonfire, the flickering orange light casting long shadows across the dirt. "I will eat. But not with them." Her gaze flicked toward the other men, then back to him—sharper, assessing. "If you're half as noble as that armor suggests, you'll offer your future queen at least that much dignity."

open to: ladiess 26+ (princesses or nobility)

verse: period/fantasy

plot: aksel has been tasked by his master and king to bring y/m back to his lands so that they can marry. your muse has no interest in marrying the king, but aksel is ever the loyal servant. it’s his job to make sure y/m gets there in one piece. cue the long journey and the bickering and the angst!

“i’ll give you this, lass- you’re much faster than i thought you’d be” he replied in between breaths of air. he grins as he holds up some ropes. “look, i don’t want to tie you up, but you’re not being very obedient.” aksel gestures with his head towards the nearby bonfire, where a few other men sat warming up their hands. “it’s cold anyway. you wouldn’t have made it very far. come on and warm up. it’s supper.”

[andromedaise]

SCREAMING INTO THE ABYSS to see if there are other period/historical/fantasy lovers out there who'll let me scream at them about plots and muses and fictional worlds and all those fun things. I would love to find some partners who are as into our plots and threads as me, so leave this a like if you're interested and I'll come bother you in your dms.

[andromedaise]

open to: m/f/nb (warrior, royal, traveler, etc.) muse: tian linyue, the witch in the woods. plot: linyue is a witch living in a secluded corner of the forest to stay safe from persecution against magic users. one day she came across your muse unconscious and mortally wounded in the deeps of the forest, so, against all reasonable thoughts, she took them to her home to heal them.

Their fever had broken sometime before dawn. She could tell by the way color had started to return to their face—not much, but enough. Enough to say the worst had passed. They still hadn’t stirred, but their breathing had evened out, softer now, quieter. Still, she didn’t let her guard down. Not as she ground more willow bark into powder, nor as she wiped the edge of the blade she’d used to cut away blood-crusted cloth. Not even as she poured more water into the copper basin and watched the firelight ripple across it like gold.

Witches who let their guard down didn’t tend to last long.

She was hanging a bundle of rosemary to dry when she heard it—a groan, rough and uncertain. Her eyes flicked toward the pallet. They were waking. Crossing the room in silence, barefoot over worn floorboards, she knelt beside them. Sweat clung to their brow. Their eyes fluttered, unfocused.

“Easy,” she said, her voice low, even. Dipping a cloth into the cool water, she pressed it gently to their skin. “You’ve been unconscious for three days.” A slow blink followed. No recognition in their gaze—just confusion, fear, pain.

“I stitched your side,” she added, brushing damp hair from their face. “Reset the bone in your leg. I don’t know who did this to you. And I don’t need to know.” A pause. “But if you scream, if you run, if you draw anyone to this place—I will let the forest take you.” It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise, spoken like a truth carved in stone.

She reached for the wooden cup on the bedside table and gently tipped it toward their lips. “Drink. If you can.”

[andromedaise]

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋, 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐒.

"If I were a lesser man, I would confess my heart to you here, where no eyes can witness our folly."

"You speak of honor, my lord, but your gaze tells a different story."

"Duty binds us to another, but it is my heart that is drawn to you."

"A single dance is all I ask. Let the world say what they will."

"Your marriage contract is written in ink, but our bond was sealed in blood."

"There is no greater treason than what my heart conspires when I see you."

"A crown is a heavy burden, my lady, but it would rest lighter if you were by my side."

"Tell me your heart belongs elsewhere, and I shall never speak of this again."

"It would be a scandal if they knew how often I think of you."

"A marriage of alliances is what they see, but between us, I see more."

"Your touch is forbidden, but I crave it more than all the gold in the kingdom."

"My honor demands I walk away, yet here I remain, waiting for you."

"Shall we speak of politics, or shall we speak of what truly lies between us?"

"Your father’s alliances are well and good, but none can offer what I do—my heart."

"Would you defy your House to be with me? For I would burn the world to claim you."

"Let the court whisper all they wish. My only concern is your heart."

"There are eyes upon us, but do they know how deeply I adore you?"

"Do not speak of duty when your hand fits so perfectly in mine."

"One day, my love, they will write songs of the battles we fought to be together."

"If I must marry her, then know my heart will always belong to you."

"The realm would shatter if they knew the depths of my affection for you."

"A prince may sit upon the throne, but I rule only when you are near."

"You’re promised to another, but every word you speak feels like a vow to me."

"Your kiss would be the end of my honor, yet I cannot resist the temptation."

"I will marry for duty, but I shall love only for you."

"My kingdom is vast, but without you, it is empty."

"If you give me a sign, just one, I will renounce all that ties me to her."

"The stars above witness what I cannot say aloud—I am yours."

"Is it love or a dangerous game we play, my lady?"

"I would bend the knee to no one but you."

"Your name is on the lips of courtiers, but it is my heart that whispers it at night."

"I see the burden of your crown, and I wish only to share it with you."

"I could face a thousand armies, but your smile is what truly unmans me."

"They say the gods have destined our paths, yet my heart rebels for you."

"A kiss from you would ruin me, but what a glorious ruin it would be."

"There is no realm so vast that it could keep me from you."

"One glance, and all thoughts of duty flee. I live only for your love."

"What use is a crown when the heart is so divided?"

"I see the banners of our Houses in battle, yet I dream only of your embrace."

"Speak plainly, my lord. Do you wish for an alliance or something far more dangerous?"

"I will not ask for your heart, but know mine is already yours."

"The court dances around us, but you are the only step I wish to take."

"Your hand is promised to him, yet your heart beats for me. I feel it."

"Our families may be at war, but I long to lay down my sword at your feet."

"One touch from you, and the world could burn. I would care not."

"This is not the place to speak of love, yet I find no other words come to mind."

"Do not ask me to be content with only your friendship when I desire so much more."

"Your marriage may be arranged, but love is something we can still claim for ourselves."

"I have fought wars, but the greatest battle is hiding my affection for you."

"Would you forsake your titles if it meant you could have me?"

"My lady, one kiss, and I would renounce all crowns and titles for you."

"We are betrothed to others, yet my heart chooses you every time."

"I long for a life with you, but I fear the cost would be too great."

"The court will gossip, but they cannot understand what we share."

"One secret look from you, and I will forget all loyalties."

"They see us as pawns, but my feelings for you are real."

"A night with you would be worth all the betrayals of the realm."

"Marry him if you must, but know I will always wait for you."

"Our union would tear the realm apart, yet I cannot let you go."

"The gods have willed our paths to cross, but only we can choose what comes next."

“Our houses are enemies, my lord, yet here you stand, offering your hand.”

“You know well that a marriage between us would seal more than a treaty.”

“I should not want you, but how can I resist when the stars seem to conspire for us?”

“Duty and love seldom walk the same path, but perhaps we can change that.”

“Your gaze lingers longer than is proper, but I cannot say I wish it otherwise.”

“If my heart belonged to my house, I might deny you… but it belongs to you.”

“What can I offer a prince who already possesses a kingdom? Surely not my heart alone.”

“We have danced around this long enough. Say it—do you love me or not?”

“This court is filled with lies and shadows, yet you… you are the one truth I cling to.”

“If we are caught, my lady, it will not just be scandal—it will be war.”

“The crown sits heavy on your brow, but when you smile at me, you wear no weight at all.”

“It is dangerous to love you, but a life without danger is no life at all.”

“We speak in whispers, but my heart shouts for you.”

“You have kingdoms to conquer, and I have a heart to guard—yet both will fall if we stand together.”

“Even if the world burns for our love, I will never regret a moment of it.”

“What would your father think, seeing his son court the daughter of his enemy?”

“I should leave before we are discovered, but you have a way of making me forget caution.”

“Marrying you would be the end of my family, but losing you would be the end of me.”

“Does the crown prince bow to no one? Because I have seen you bend at my feet.”

“If your heart is as cold as the steel you wield, then why do you seek my warmth?”

“They say dragons and wolves cannot share a den, yet here we are.”

“My marriage was arranged, but my love… that is my own choice.”

“You think we could be happy in the shadows? I would bring you into the light.”

“They’ll say you’ve bewitched me, but I know it is I who sought your spell.”

“We cannot be together—too many eyes watch us, too many mouths would speak.”

“I cannot marry you, but I will not marry another.”

“This ring… I stole it from my father’s treasury, but it belongs to you now.”

“Our love is a secret, but it is the most real thing in this cursed court.”

“Every time you walk past me without a word, my heart breaks a little more.”

“Do you think this cloak hides us from the world? No—only our hearts can.”

“The king may order my marriage, but he cannot order my love.”

“I have sworn fealty to the crown, but to you… I give my heart.”

“If this court knew the truth of us, they would tear us apart.”

“You stand too close, my lord. But do not think for a moment that I will step away.”

“Would you still love me if I had no title? If I were no one at all?”

“The political alliance may be settled, but what of the alliance between us?”

“We are but pawns in their game, yet I find I am drawn to you all the same.”

“A kiss in the dark—was it a promise or a farewell?”

“I love you, but I will not be your queen if I cannot be your equal.”

“If your father knew what passed between us, his sword would be the least of our worries.”

“A crown is not what I seek from you; I want only your heart.”

“They think I love you for power, but the truth is far simpler—I love you because you are you.”

“We have danced at a dozen balls, but I crave only the dance we share in secret.”

“Even if the kingdom falls, my love for you will stand eternal.”

“You say I must marry for duty. But I wish to marry for love.”

“Every look from you feels like a stolen kiss in a room full of spies.”

“They would call us traitors for this, but love knows no loyalty to crowns.”

“When you speak of the future, do you see me beside you, or is my place already taken?”

“Let the court gossip, let them plot—I care not. I care only for you.”

“You think I courted you for your title? No, I courted you because you are the only one who truly sees me.”

“This sword may defend my honor, but it is your love that defends my soul.”

“I should not love you, but when have I ever obeyed the rules of court?”

“Your kiss may be forbidden, but I would rather have it than any crown.”

“If this is the last time we meet, let it be with love on our lips, not sorrow.”

“You think I belong to the throne? I belong to you.”

“There will be no heirs without love, and there will be no love without you.”

“I do not seek a king—I seek a partner, a love that burns through the ages.”

“In another life, perhaps I could have courted you openly, without fear.”

“We may be enemies, but my heart knows no such war.”

“Even if I lose everything, I will never lose my love for you.”

 Writing Prompts:

A lord risks his reputation to visit a forbidden love in the dead of night, knowing discovery could mean death.

A noblewoman is torn between her duty to marry for alliance and her growing affection for a knight beneath her station.

A marriage is arranged between two rival Houses, but the bride finds herself drawn to the groom’s brother.

At a grand tournament, a knight declares his love for a lady promised to another, causing a scandal in the court.

The heir to the throne must choose between a politically advantageous marriage or the one they truly love.

A lady is forced to wed a cruel lord but begins a secret romance with his trusted guard.

Two childhood friends, both of noble birth, find themselves on opposite sides of a war while trying to conceal their love.

A prince seeks the hand of a foreign princess for a strategic alliance but falls in love with her maid.

A lady-in-waiting falls for the king, knowing their love could threaten the stability of the realm.

After the death of her betrothed, a noblewoman finds herself pursued by his best friend, who has loved her all along.

A princess defies her family’s wishes to pursue a love affair with a rogue mercenary.

During peace negotiations between two warring kingdoms, the heirs from each side fall in love.

A knight tasked with protecting a noblewoman finds himself hopelessly in love with her, despite her betrothal.

At a royal feast, a noblewoman invites scandal by asking a prince from a rival kingdom to dance.

An arranged marriage is doomed from the start as the bride secretly loves the king's sworn enemy.

A foreign diplomat comes to court to negotiate a treaty but becomes entangled in a forbidden romance with the queen.

A betrothed prince and princess find themselves longing for others at court rather than each other.

A forbidden romance blossoms between a high-born lady and her father’s most trusted squire.

A rebellious nobleman attempts to ruin his family's arranged marriage by seducing his betrothed's handmaiden.

After a failed coup, a nobleman is held prisoner in the castle and falls in love with the king's daughter.

A knight wins a princess's favor in a joust but must navigate the court's dangerous politics to remain close to her.

A widow is pressured to remarry for political reasons, but her heart belongs to her late husband's brother.

A young nobleman must choose between family loyalty and his growing affection for an enemy spy.

A queen's closest advisor conceals his love for her as she contemplates a new marriage for the sake of the realm.

In a war-torn kingdom, a prince hides his love for the daughter of the enemy's general.

A commoner saves a noblewoman’s life, leading to a romance that defies all courtly conventions.

A princess defies her father’s wishes by pursuing a love affair with her sworn protector.

A noblewoman enlists the help of a mage to conceal her forbidden relationship with a member of the court.

A foreign prince sent to court to solidify an alliance is drawn to a lady-in-waiting rather than his intended bride.

Two heirs from opposing families must decide if their love is worth the risk of plunging their kingdoms into war.

Write a scene where a noblewoman sends her favorite knight a token of affection before battle, knowing they must keep their love secret.

A princess is courted by a rival prince, but she realizes she’s more drawn to his younger brother, a knight with no claim to the throne.

The marriage between two warring houses is meant to bring peace, but secret lovers on opposing sides must decide whether to betray their families or each other.

Write a scene where two political rivals share a stolen kiss in the middle of a negotiation, unsure if it’s love or manipulation.

A royal wedding is interrupted by a former lover, who makes a shocking declaration that could change the fate of the kingdom.

The court is abuzz with rumors of a hidden romance between a highborn lady and a mysterious foreign diplomat. What happens when their secret is revealed?

Write a forbidden romance between a prince and his most trusted knight, both of whom know their love will never be accepted by the realm.

A noblewoman is betrothed to a powerful lord, but a masked stranger at a masquerade ball captures her heart.

The queen’s handmaid catches the eye of a visiting lord, but the queen herself has plans for him.

A young heir must choose between a politically advantageous marriage and the commoner they’ve secretly been seeing.

Two nobles, one from the north and one from the south, fall in love despite their families being long-standing enemies.

A sorceress and a prince develop feelings for each other, but their magic and duty threaten to tear them apart.

Write a scene where a forbidden couple meets in a hidden grove, discussing whether they can ever truly be together.

A powerful noblewoman is tasked with spying on a visiting prince but ends up falling for him.

The princess falls in love with her sworn protector, knowing the kingdom would never approve of such a match.

A royal engagement is arranged, but during a secret meeting, the betrothed couple discovers they are each in love with other people.

Write a scene where a knight confesses their love to a princess, knowing it could cost them their head.

Two royals from rival kingdoms fall in love through secret letters, but neither knows the other's true identity.

The court whispers of a secret romance between the queen and her advisor—how long can they keep it hidden?

A betrothed noblewoman falls for her intended husband’s brother, creating tension at court.

Two lovers from opposing sides of a civil war meet on the battlefield and must decide between love and loyalty.

A widowed queen is courted by her late husband’s rival, and she must navigate her heart and her duty to the crown.

A lady-in-waiting is drawn to the king’s bastard son, but court politics make their love dangerous.

A knight is sent to escort a noblewoman to her wedding but falls in love with her on the journey.

A commoner saved by a prince in battle is invited to court, where they struggle to keep their feelings hidden.

Two nobles secretly betrothed as children meet for the first time as adults and discover that their feelings for one another are far from what their families hoped.

A prince courts a lady-in-waiting to his betrothed, creating political tensions within the kingdom.

Write a scene where a nobleman uses a dance at a royal ball to secretly profess his love for a woman already promised to another.

The heir to the throne falls in love with the enemy queen, leading to forbidden meetings in the midst of war.

[andromedaise]

a knight who falls in love with the queen/princess and ultimately they bare a child. Maybe the queen/princess keeps it a secret so that all of them will be safe. But the knight has to watch in slience as his son grows and takes to the throne.

[andromedaise]

I want to dance with you.

[andromedaise]

Hear me out, historical plot where a princess is promised to a neighbouring country’s prince (purely political, maybe there’s a war and they need allies or the two kings are old acquaintances just looking for a strong match for their children). Princess gets kidnapped while traveling to her new kingdom and the prince having no feelings for her (he can lowkey be a coward too) sends one of his knights to save her rather than go himself. Knight and princess fall for each other on the way and begin a wild forbidden affair. Like give me arguments because she’s fawning over her husband or another maiden has her eyes on him. I want all the drama, pregnancies that aren’t from the prince, near misses.. all of it.

[andromedaise]

muse a is a noble or figure of high status, and muse b is their personal guard, sworn to protect them but forbidden from ever touching them. muse b struggles with their growing infatuation as muse a begins to test the boundaries of their oath, deliberately provoking muse b.

[andromedaise]

give me a historical plot where one of the queens handmaidens becomes the pleasure device of the king

give me a historical plot where a princess, bound to marry the prince, becomes the target of his father, the kings, sexual desires

give me a historical plot where a drunken king mistakes the princess for the queen, ravaging her

give me a historical plot where a king discovers the princess isn’t truly his daughter and takes up a sexual relationship with her to spite his cheating wife

give me a historical plot where a king’s wife tragically dies, but he still has needs, so he turns to his daughter the princess to fulfill them

give me a plot where a prince finds his sister, a princess, sleeping with one of her maidens. he won’t tell the king and queen - if he can join

give me a historical plot where a princess seduces her brother, the prince, because she saw him with one of her hand maidens and wants a taste

give me a historical plot where a king takes two of the queens hand maidens and demands them to have sex while he watches, eventually joining in

give me a historical plot where a kings brother, jealous of the throne, decides to take his niece, the princess, to use as he wants as compensation for what he feels he’s been robbed of

give me a historical plot where a vicious and hurtful princess decides to use one of the knights in her father’s charge for her own sexual pleasure

give me a historical plot where a night guard finds a beautiful woman imprisoned in the dungeon in his charge, only to offer her a solution to her problems - bonus if other prisoners see what is happening

give me a historical plot where a young maiden is selected to be a friendly companion for a rough and angry prince, to make him a better ruler. he wants her for more than friendly companionship - bonus if he’s rough and angry while taking what he wants from her

give me all the dark, taboo, & smutty historical plots

[andromedaise]

muse a is a viking warrior whose closest comrade falls in battle against a rival clan. before dying, the comrade makes muse a promise to protect muse b, their spouse left behind in the village. muse a returns home and takes the vow to heart, assisting muse b with the funeral rites and becoming a steadfast support as muse b navigates grief and newfound responsibilities. as they spend more time together, muse a begins to develop feelings for muse b, torn between loyalty to their fallen friend and the growing bond they share.

[andromedaise]

Have you ever been in a situation where you've had to do a certain thing, and then when you got there, you didn't know if you could go through with it? ... Not without a drink, at least.

MY LADY JANE (2024-)