#The Princess Attends. 👑

[an-ithacan-princess]

Open Starter: Stuck With His Stories, When Will I Know Who You Are?

*Kaliza was in the throne room of the palace, staring up at the tapestry in front of her. It was of her father, Odysseus.*

*It was painful... Not knowing what happened to him... Was he alive, was he dead? No matter what her mother said, she doubted he would be living after all of this time...*

<Tag List, Ask To Be Added Or Removed: @ithacas-queen, @astaria-the-nymph, @/anyone.>

Dividers

[an-ithacan-princess]

"Are you alright?"

*A voice called into the room. A kind, and caring one. Yet, had a sharpness that was undeniable.*

*A young woman, looking to be about eighteen years of age, as peeking past the door. Having heard the shriek.*

OPEN STARTER: Shooting star. ★

( OOC: can we pretend that airplanes in the night are like… sorry and yes. she is having a flashback to being Hermione of Sparta )

Andromeda didn’t know if she could’ve handled it.

The first thing in her nightmare she hears is that she’s a widow of.. she couldn’t make out the name. But it sounded… similar to someone’s- never mind. But she was a widow.

And some guy, Orestes had decided to marry her. All she remembered was the red-headed man calling her his daughter.

A sense of familiarity filled her, and she looked at her hands, they flashed to someone else’s and she jumped.

The first day of your birth, her mother had told her, your father said you’re.. special.

When did she apply to being special?!

She held her head in her hands and dropped to her knees, before waking up in her bed, and seeming to let out a shriek.

Ugh.

taglist: @the-totally-sane-neo

[eraenaa]

Masterlist

Helloooo! I'm Eraena, a college student who loves to write! Here's the masterlist of my works! (Aemond Targaryen, Feyd Rautha, Rafe Cameron, and Aegon Targaryen)

Related Blogs: @romanteacism - All things Aemond Targaryen @rafeacs - All things Rafe Cameron

Cheat Sheet:

🏙️ - Modern AU

🐉 - Fire and Blood AU

🏛️ - Greek Mythology AU

🤍 - Personal Fave

👑 - Popular

U.N.I. Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: Where one of the sons of your mother’s estranged best friend attends the same university as you, and did I mention you were the reason why he lost his eye? 

From The Underworld and Beneath Aemond Targaryen x Reader 🏛️ 🤍 Synopsis: You, the Goddess of Spring, were captured by the King of the Underworld, who was intent on keeping you there.

My Knight in Darkened Armor Knight Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Ser Aemond Targaryen has been tasked to be the sworn protector of a princess who is overly curious about life beyond the castle walls and has bribed him to escort her to the city in exchange for anything he desires. She just did not know that what he desired was her.

A Bastard's Bride, A Dragon's Desire Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: They have betrothed you to Jacaerys as a way of securing a line to the throne if they fail in usurping your half-sister’s crown. Your older brother Aemond was livid at the decision.

Flipped Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ 🤍 Synopsis: You had been infatuated with Aemond since you two were children. You could not remember a day when you did not feel anything but adoration for him— not until recently. When something in you turned indifferent, it did not go unnoticed by Aemond, who had never been a fan of change. 

Stereotypical Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite 🏛️ Synopsis: The daughter of Aphrodite falls for one of the sons of Ares— the second coming of their parents. 

One More Night Aemond Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: You were quick to leave after a one night stand, leaving Aemond dissatisfied, for he wanted so much more. When he found you again, he was sure to never let you go. 

The Prince and the Poet Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 Synopsis: It is established that Prince Aemond hates poems and sonnets; it was just a pity that you adored them. 

Jealousy, Jealousy Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite 🏛️ Synopsis: It’s frustratingly hard to keep admirers and doubts away when you and your partner are the most attractive and powerful Demi-Gods in camp.

Most Ardently Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 Synopsis: Prince Aemond Targaryen had accompanied his younger brother to Highgarden in hopes of securing Daeron a wife— he did not expect he would want to secure a wife for himself as well. 

The Prince's Prize Aemond Targaryen X Riverlady Reader 🐉 Synopsis: After his victories in the Riverlands, Prince Aemond Targaryen sought for a trophy— his spoils of war. He sought for you, the daughter of the lord who hosted him whilst he wagged his war.

But Daddy, I Love Him Aemond Targaryen X Niece Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: When the favored daughter of Daemon Targaryen falls for the favored son of Alicent Hightower, the Rogue Prince does everything he can to ensure that a union between the two of you will never happen. 

Gold Rush Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Everybody wants you, and I don’t like a gold rush.

Desperate Requirement Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: It’s hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.

Mine Aemond Targaryen x Wife Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: You are the best thing that has ever been Aemond’s, which is why you cannot really blame him for being so possessive and cautious not to lose you. 

Loathe to Love Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Seeking forgiveness is not a thing Aemond bothers himself with, but that quickly changes when he deeply offended you.

King of My Heart King Aemond Targaryen x Queen Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: Marriage, miscarriage, and the monarchy… how would you and your husband fare to them all?

Bound By Blood Aemond Targaryen x Princess Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: They can no longer hinder Aemond from taking whatever he wants, and you are the only one he desperately wants. 

Tea Party Aemond Targaryen x Stark Reader 🌃 Synopsis: Aemond convinces you to let Helaena join your group’s exclusive tea party, using any means necessary just for you to agree. 

Please Please Please Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🌃Synopsis: Heartbreak is one thing; my ego’s another. I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker.

Unexpected Affections Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: With just a smile, you had managed to bewitch and enthrall the stoic and cold prince. 

Blessed Curse Aemond Targaryen x Strong Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: When a marriage between you and Aemond was arranged and forced by your grandsire, conflicting emotions arise, but which one will loom greater? Loathing or Love?

Parting Gift Aemond Targaryen X Reader x Aegon Targaryen 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aegon asks for a parting gift from his younger brother and his beloved wife: One night with you in exchange for the throne. 

Silent Passions Aemond Targaryen X Tyrell Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: You and Aemond had been promised to one another before you were even born. And when the time came for you to meet, all were curious to see what was to come when soon to be spouses only shared one thing in common: your want of silence. 

Virginal Whore Aemond Targaryen X Celtigar Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: Prince Aemond sets out to find a whore to warm his bed; he finds a virgin instead. 

Worth The Price Aemond Targaryen X Lannister Reader 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aemond does everything to prove that he is worthy of you— even if it means that he would be a kinslayer twice.

Twin Flame Aemond Targaryen X Twin Reader 🐉 Synopsis: Anywhere that you are, that I’d be. Following Aemond to the Riverlands against your better judgment and sensibilities because you knew all too well you could never be apart from your twin.

Prince's Whore Aemond Targaryen X Celtigar Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: What proceeded as Prince Aemond had made you his whore. 

Chosen Whore Aemond Targaryen X Celtigar Reader 🐉 👑 Synopsis: Whore or More?

Impatient and Desperate Aemond Targaryen X Clingy Lannister Reader 🐉 🤍 Synopsis: How you and your husband fare at court when both of you were constantly impatient and desperate for one another.

Birthday Present Feyd-Rautha x Lady Reader 🤍 👑 Synopsis: During a state visit, you, a daughter of one of the great houses, have captured the attention and fatal attraction of the Na-Baron and were quickly turned into his promised wife. 

Bittersweet Feyd-Rautha x Lady Reader 👑 Synopsis: As the Na-Baron's proposed bride, you were simply too sweet for him and his bitter being. You were too innocent and pure to be tainted by the blood-stained hands of the Harkonnen heir.

Casual Rafe Cameron x Reader Synopsis: You would settle for causality as long as you had Rafe by your side. 

Still Casual? Rafe Cameron x Reader Synopsis: You promised yourself that you’re never going to settle for casual ever again— promised yourself you would never be another casualty of Rafe Cameron. 

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) Rafe Cameron x Reader 👑 Synopsis: Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

Imgonnagetyouback Rafe Cameron x Reader 🤍👑 Synopsis: The plan is clear. Get Rafe back after your breakup. 

So High School Rafe Cameron x Reader 🤍 Synopsis: He knows how to ball, you know Aristotle

Please, Please, Please (Rafe's Edition) Rafe Cameron x Reader 👑 Synopsis: Being with Rafe, a notorious hotheaded drug dealer, you knew others would question your relationship— especially your parents, who had never been fond of him. But when his habits had been too much to handle, you knew that you would prefer heartbreak to a broken ego. 

Trouble Maker, Stress Reliever Aegon Targaryen X Reader 🏙️ Synopsis: You’re a prefect tasked with taming Aegon’s unruly behavior. Strained by your task, he offers you a way to relieve the stress he caused.

Parting Gift Aemond Targaryen X Reader x Aegon Targaryen 🐉 🤍 👑 Synopsis: Aegon asks for a parting gift from his younger brother and his beloved wife: One night with you in exchange for the throne. 

[theafroamericaine]

Black Femininity: Princesses, Bombshells & Dolls {Part 1}

Black American Princess 👑

A Black American Princess or BAP was originally used to refer to a girl of African-American descent who grew up in a middle or upper class family. Growing up BAPs usually attended high society social organizations such as Jack and Jill clubs, debutante balls and sororities. Due to their privileged background they were used to having the best and never settling; this sometimes came with (or some might perceive as) a spoiled or materialistic demeanor. Eventually this term has expanded to include successful Black American women regardless of their background.

The 1997 cult classic, B*A*P*S stars Halle Berry and Natalie Desselle (aka Nisi and Mickey) as two Black women who come from the inner-city with a plan of opening a soul food restaurant/hair salon; the duo travels to California to compete in a dancing contest to win the money for their plan, but end up befriending a wealthy older man who upon his death leaves a portion of his wealth to them, thus becoming BAPs.

A BAP is a girl who takes care of herself and has a taste for the finer things in life like true royalty.

Black/Bronze Bombshells 💣

A Bombshell is a stunningly attractive woman that garners widespread attention and excitement. She is considered a sex symbol. The term was first used in 1931, to describe the first known "Blonde Bombshell", Jean Harlow and remained popular until the 1960s. Even though this term is mostly associated with blonde white women, the most famous of them being Marilyn Monroe; there are some black ones as well.

Joyce Bryant, The Original Bronze Bombshell (aka The Black Marilyn Monroe) was a vibrant actress and singer who gained popularity in the 1940s. She was known for her signature silver hairstyle, which she obtained from not wanting to be upstaged by icon Josephine Baker when they appeared on the same bill; and her hourglass figure she donned in tight mermaid dresses. Her style was bold and independent and sealed her as an icon in her own right.

Bombshells are in every period from Dorothy Dandridge to Pam Grier to Nia Long to Victoria Monet.

Darling Dolls ✨

A doll is an old fashioned term that describes a beautiful woman as a sweetheart.

Burlesque legend Miss Toni Elling, the Satin Doll, who got her stage name from her dear friend Duke Ellington when she inspired his song of the same title. She broke barriers for African-American women in the show business of burlesque entertainment. The Satin Doll was known for carrying herself in a classy and elegant manner and never showing too much; she worked through 1960-1974 and was inducted in the Burlesque Hall of Fame in 2016.

The iconic rapper Nicki Minaj popularized the Black Barbie term through her artistry and fanbase.

BRATZ dolls were the best when it came to having a passion for fashion and were a style guide for young girls.

Tyra Banks starred as a fashion doll that comes to life in the 2000 film, Life-Size.

List some of your favs below 💞✨

[an-ithacan-princess]

(I won't I won't, '^^.)

"New I guess... Could be a word for it. There's been a lot lately, I really cannot keep track,"

*She let out a soft laugh.*

*Kaliza popped up behind her older brother, and gave him a tight hug around the waist,*

"Hi Telemachus, '^^."

*She seemed... Happier. Than usual, at least.*

--- @an-ithacan-princess

(Heya there! I hope you can make an exception of a younger person interacting. No pun intended for Kaliza and Telemachus lol. – Mod.)

*he happily hugs his little sister back*

Hello Kaliza! How are you dear sister, anything new?

*his eyes soften seeing her happy, a warm smile spreading across his face*

//ooc: dunno how young you are but I'm just gonna be cautious for now, don't do anything dumb kiddo

- mod duck

[an-ithacan-princess]

Hey there! I hope oc interactions are ok if not please tell me

(Coco walks up to kaliza with a wooden box of pastries slung across his shoulder) if it ain’t the princess! You want any desserts or anything?

@ithacas-baker

(Hello! It's alright, don't worry!)

*Kaliza looked at him, and faintly smiled, before speaking,*

"I would love one, '^^."

[holly-the-trash-writer]

Timothée Chalamet x Famous!Reader

Social Media AU

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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hotcelebtea Just what is going on between Y/n L/n and Timothée Chalamet? Even though these two celebrities have never met they have been the talk of Instagram and TikTok. After the Late Late Show incident, the two have been taking shots at each other in their posts on Instagram. This has lead to speculation that the two are interested in each other. Just what is going on between the Dune and Scream star? We'll just have to wait for the Golden Globes which both stars will be attending in two weeks time.

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user61 How is this news?

user913 This is a celeb gossip page? Tf?

user1736 Y/n looks so adorable in that photo. A literal queen 👑👑

user886 I ship them soooo hard ❤️❤️

user173 Unpopular opinion. I hate her.

user842 Bye then 👋🏻👋🏻

user2312 I will be GLUED to the Golden Globes

user937 SAMEEEEE Just for a GLIMPSE

Texts Between Y/n and Melissa Barrera

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yourinstagram Golden Globes Winner. Truly blessed. Thank you so, so much!!! My heart is so full right now, and I can't find the words! @.gucci Thank you for making me feel like a princess. 💜

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gucci You are stunning! Congratulations 💜

melissbarrera YESSSSS CONGRATS BABY ❤️❤️

yourinstagram I love you ❤️

emmamyers Congratulations!!! I love youu 🖤

yourinstagram I love you more 🥹🩷

user8273 QUEEEEEEN BEST ACTRESS AHHH

user9185 CONGRATS QUEEN

user6512 @.tchalamet @.tchalamet

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user0183 I knew you'd win!!!! 😍😍😍

user611 😍😍😍😍😍

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y/nxchalamet Look at this baby's face when Y/n won Best Actress 🥹😭

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user553 He loves her 😭

user9173 I knew we weren't delulu

user16 LOOK AT HIS EYES

user0965 I want someone to look at me like that 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

A Fun Night for Y/n and Timothée

Text to Y/n

@riordanness @wildcatglove13

[an-ithacan-princess]

"I-... I was going to ask, out of curiosity, do I have more siblings other than Telemachus?"

"Mom?... May I have a word with you?"

--- @an-ithacan-princess

(OCC: Ello there, ^^. I hope new people sending asks are okay!)

(ooc: hiiii :3 ofc its okay :33)

"my child, of course, what is on your mind?"

[gunilslaugh]

Heirs VS Hearts

Kwak Jiseok 👑 Summary: You’re a princess, you’re of royal blood. The heir to your kingdom, but the path to ascending your throne is proving to be rocky when you start being unable to ignore your heart's desire.   WC:~7.3k Warning:angst

The country of Moondoria consists of three different kingdoms: Lisea, Thaethia and Leenavia. To each of these kingdoms there is an heir, or next in line for the throne. Prince Jungsu is the one and only heir for the Kingdom of Lisea. Much like you are the one and only heir of Thaethia due to being an only child. Prince Jiseok is the new heir of Leenavia. Taking the place of his older brother prince Gunil who gave up the throne to marry his non-royal blood lover. 

“Why do you look so glum? I thought you liked skill comp?” You ask, coming to sit beside Jiseok. Who you found sitting on the ground at the top of a hill on the outskirts of his palace’s land. He gives you a half smile when he sees you. 

“I used to, but ever since Gunil my parents have been stricter on. I used to like skill comp because I just had to participate. I was never expected to win anything, but now my parents want me to sweep the board.” He kicks out his legs that he had tucked up to his chest. “Want me to get the most points in hunting. Have the best precision in archery. The most refined brush strokes in painting.” His hands pull at the grass beneath his fingers. 

“Please your parents do not expect you to win painting. That’s Jungsu’s category. He’s literally won it every year since he started competing,” you state. 

“Yeah he should really give someone else a turn. Do you think he’ll give me a turn if I ask?” You could see the desperation lingering in Jiseok’s eyes. 

“Probaly not.” You look at him with pity. “It’s also the only skill he ever wins at, so I doubt he’d be too keen on giving it up.”

“Yeah you’re probably right,” Jiseok sighed. 

“But I can miscalculate the wind in archery and leave some pheasants on the ground in hunting. Since points are only accumulated once the kill is in our net,” you offer. 

“You're the best.” He pulls you into a hug. “Won’t your parents be upset if you don’t win though?” he pulled back. 

“I mean yeah, but I won’t get scolded for it. My mother always tells me to just have fun anyway. I’d just have to survive the disappointed look from my father for the few following weeks. It’s not like me doing those things would guarantee you the win anyway. I’m not throwing the matches, just giving you a step up,” you say. 

“You’re right. Still I appreciate it. At least if I lose it can be with a shallow margin,” he voiced. 

“There’s the spirit,” you say playfully. “Now come on. It’s time for us to lose against Jungsu. Painting starts soon.” You push yourself off of the ground. Jiseok follows you up walking alongside you as you make your way back to the palace.

“Gonna paint marigolds again?” he asked you, knowing that you paint them every year.

“Blue ones,” you emphasized. 

“How fancy.”

“Gonna paint daffodils?” you asked, also knowing that he paints them every year. 

“Pink ones,” he emphasized. 

“How exquisite.” The two of you break into a chortle. 

Jiseok and you had been friends ever since you met at Evercrest School Of Royals. You two are the same age. Which meant that you have basically shared every class since the age of five when you started to attend the school. As the two of you grew older rumors about you dating or even forming a marriage agreement spread around. Though they were more jokes than rumors. Everyone knew that your family was a stickler about keeping the bloodline pure. Meaning you could only marry someone of Thaethian descent. Those long running jokes came to an end when Jiseok was crowned the new heir. It was simply impossible for two heirs to marry one another. Because that would mean either A) one of you has to give up your right to the throne of your kingdom or B) combining two kingdoms. If you weren’t the only heirs to your respective kingdoms maybe option A could be a bit more fathomable, but with you and Jungsu being the only children to your kingdoms Kings and Queens and Jiseok being the only other son and now only heir. Any of you three giving up the throne would result in a brutal battle for the throne. Something nobody wanted to witness or endure. Combining two kingdoms is no easy feat either, so romantic love bestowing between heirs was something that could not happen. It was practically forbidden, though left unspoken. 

Countless pairs of eyes fall on you and Jiseok as the pair of you enter the painting room. You spot Jungsu already set up at his easel. You and Jiseok bow politely at the guest and make your way over to either of your respective easels. 

“Alright!” With a clap of his hands the art professor Mr. Leonard started talking. “Now that Princess y/n and Prince Jisoek have graced us with their presence we can begin painting part of skills comp. Our royals will have three hours to paint whatever they please before judging. Time starts now.” He flipped over an hour glass. 

You picked up your paintbrush delicately dipping in the blue paint when it hit you. “Jiseok, Gunil isn’t here,” you said. 

“Our hydrangeas!” Jiseok realized it too. Every year during skill comp you would paint marigolds, Jiseok would paint daffodils and Gunil would paint hydrangeas. You’re not sure why the three of you decided to paint the same flowers every year. Maybe it was because you knew no matter what you painted you would never beat Jungsu. Maybe it was just a fun tradition. 

“What a very sad day.” Your shoulders fall into a slouch feeling deflated at the awareness that your flower trio has now become a duo. 

“Mind your posture princess,” your personal guard, Seungmin, reminded you as he trades the small pot of paint in your hand for a palette full of all the paints you will need. 

“Thank you,” you tell him, fixing your posture. You dip the brush, picking up more blue paint and carefully apply it to the canvas in front of you. “Jungsu,” you called him casually. 

“Yes princess y/n,” he replied formally, making a small smile grace your lips in amusement. 

“What are you painting this year?” you inquired. The hand that held your paintbrush came to a pause as you turned to look over at Jungsu. 

“Wait and see.” The words of his reply appeared teasing, yet the tone he said them in was nothing special and the gentle look in his eyes almost made them confusing. You nod then return your focus back to the canvas. 

“Time is up. Please set your paintbrushes down,” Mr. Leonard said as the final specs of sand slipped through the hour glass. The three of you set your paintbrushes down while palace staff came to grab your works, moving them to where they will be displayed and judged.

“First we have Prince Jiseok’s Daffodils. Followed by Princess y/n’s Marigolds and finally Prince Jungu’s-”

“Hydrangeas.” You and Jiseok chorused upon seeing Jungsu’s work. A beautiful array of multiple colors of hydrangeas ranging from pinks to blues and purples. The two of you look at each other then back to Jungsu’s painting, then over at him where he stood beside you two. 

“In honor of prince Gunil,” Jungsu says, looking at you and Jiseok. 

“They’re beautiful,” you compliment. 

“Definitely another winning piece,” Jiseok stated.

Jiseok was right. It didn’t take long for it to be decided that Jungsu’s piece was the best. Meaning that he has won the painting category once again. You and Jiseok both offered him your congrats.

Soon enough you're being whisked away to change clothes before archery begins. The maids make quick work in swapping your dress for pants and a button down shirt. Along with putting the arm guards on for you and finally they help you step into your boots. 

“Princess y/n are you and prince Jiseok really just friends?” A maid asked you. 

“We’re not supposed to speak to the princess,” another maid scolded her. “I’m sorry your highness she’s new,” the maid bowed to you in apology. 

“It’s alright. Please there’s no need to bow,” you reassured her. “And it’s also alright. I don’t mind being spoken to.” You turn to the maid who questioned you. “As for Jiseok and I, we are just friends, best friends,” you answer.

“I see, apologies for questioning you. It’s just that there has been word that someone saw the two of you embracing earlier this morning before painting took place,” she informed. 

“Embracing,” you can’t help but laugh as you repeat the word. “That was a hug because Jiseok was feeling nervous about today’s skill comp. A friendly hug because friends can hug,” you state, looking at each of the surrounding maids. 

“Oh princess I was not trying to accuse you of anything I was just-”

“I never said you accused me,” you cut off the panicking maid. “I’m just making it clear since word spreads fast around here. That what that person saw was a hug between friends,” you voiced. 

“Yes princess,” all the maids chorused with a slight bow of their heads. 

With that you are escorted out the archery field. The field was still being set up, so went to take a seat in your throne that was next to your mother’s. 

“I’ve heard some murmuring,” your mother says as she leans over close to you. A small sigh deflates you, knowing what she’s referring to. 

“It was only a hug because he was feeling pressured about today. We’re just friends. You know that.” You looked at your mother.

“I know sweetie. I’m just making sure. You know that-”

“Yes mother I know. I know that I can never be in love with Jiseok. He’s not of Thaethian blood and he’s also an heir, but has it really reached a point that I can’t even hug him anymore?” Your voice became an octave too loud. 

“Y/n please, don’t be upset. I was just going to say that you know it’s for the best.” She placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“Yes, I know that,” your voice became soft. Barely higher than a whisper. “And I’m not upset. Just wondering how many times we need to have this conversation.” You were upset though. You’re not entirely sure why. Maybe you’ve grown tired after defending your friendship with Jisoek over the years. Or perhaps it’s because even though you always state that your friendship with Jisoek is purely platonic you know that there are some romantic feelings threaded throughout it. Feelings that had to be repressed, ignored, mislabeled because they could never be acted on. The more you were reminded that they could never be, the harder it became to dismiss them.

“I’m not very keen on this conversation either. However feelings aren’t fixed. They can change, so I just like to know where you’re at,” your mother tells you. 

“Where I should be, so don’t worry. Now please excuse me. I'd like to take a couple practice shots before the match begins,” you dismiss yourself, standing up from your throne. You head over to where the garden is and walk inside it before eventually sitting down on a bench. 

“Why so glum?” Jiseok slid in next to you. Half of a smile adorns your face when you look at him. 

“I’m not glum,” you denied. 

“Evidence says otherwise.” He uses his pointer fingers to push up the corners of your mouth. Which results in you actually smiling and letting out a light laugh as you bat his hands away. 

“Ok fine. I just had a conversation with my mother because she heard ‘murmuring’,” you quoted. 

“Ah about us ‘embracing’. I just had the same conversation with my mother.” He leaned back onto his hands. An almost imperceivable sigh leaving him. 

“Are you and princess y/n really just friends?” It’s not the first time Jiseok has been asked this question, but this conversation with his older brother Gunil about it does weigh the heaviest. 

Jiseok sighs, shaking his head. “Do I really need to have this conversation with you too?”

“Jiseok please. Sit down.” Gunil pats the spot beside him on the bench. The two of them were supposed to be practicing real life object painting in the garden. Jiseok stares at the spot Gunil patted for a moment before sitting down. 

“We are just…friends,” Jiseok stated. However the small pause Jiseok took before saying the final words made it seem like Jiseok was trying to convince himself that the statement he said was true. 

“Ok. Let me ask a different question. Do you have feelings for them? Is there something more there?” Gunil’s eyes hold a steady gaze at Jiseok, meanwhile Jiseok looks away, collecting his thoughts, before turning back to meet his brother’s gaze. 

“That’s two questions, but if you must know. I love y/n very much, but only as a friend and even if there was something more to it I’m not of Thaethian blood. We could never happen anyway.” ‘I’m not of Thaethian blood.’ Those words felt bitter as they left Jiseok’s tongue. Them being the very reason for any romantic flames that Jiseok might have for you getting snuffed. 

Gunil takes a breath before he speaks, “The reason I ask is because I wish to marry my love.” 

“You do?” Jiseok’s tone changes to a much softer one. 

“I do, but you know mother and father. My love doesn’t have one ounce of royal blood in them. They’ll never accept the heir of the throne marrying a-” he scoffs before finishing “peasant.” 

“You want to give up the throne,” Jiseok inferred. 

“Only if you’re ok with it. I know it’s a lot of weight to bear and if you loved princess y/n then I would let go of my love for yours,” Gunil sincerely tells Jiseok. 

“Gunil no.” Jiseok instantly refused. “There are no words to describe how much I would appreciate you making that sacrifice, but it would be in vain. Y/n and I can never be together.” It pains him to say the words, but they’re true. “Loving them doesn’t change my Leenavian blood to Thaethian. A romantic relationship between us can never be permitted. Friends is the highest our title can go, so please go on and marry your lover. I will take your place as the heir for our kingdom,” he tells Gunil. 

So he does love you. Gunil doesn’t say it, but he thinks it.

“They’ve been asking us that question for years. It almost feels like they’ve decided the answer for us,” you voiced. 

“They’re just ‘making sure,” Jiseok chuckles dryly. 

“But I’m getting tired of it.” You exhale, your head dropping back. “Do we have to tell them that we’re just friends for the rest of our lives?” You picked your head back up. Could you ignore your feelings for the rest of your lives? Jiseok looks at where your hand lies next to his. He yearns to hold it. His fingers stretch out to grab yours. 

“The archery field is ready your highnesses.” Jiseok immediately retracts his hand at the sound of the voice.

“We’ll be there promptly,” Jiseok replied to the palace staff who nodded with a bow and walked away. 

“Guess that was our cue,” you say standing up. Jiseok stands up as well, dusting off his pants. 

“Let’s go,” he said. The two of you made your way out of the garden.

You, Jungsu and Jiseok each take your places in front of your rows of targets. Each of you grab an arrow from your quivers, setting up to take your first shots. You blow out a deep breath trying to clear your mind. Your eye locks on the target as you pull the string of your bow back. ‘Do we have to tell them that we’re just friends for the rest of our lives?’ Your words echoed in your mind. ‘Stop it. Focus.’ You shake your head. You recenter your eyes on your target and release your arrow feeling the gust of wind that caress your face. 

Seven. Not bad, not great. At least you told Jiseok that you would miscalculate the wind. It takes a few more shots, more than it should have, before you find your rhythm, hitting bullseyes and tens.

With your faults Jiseok does end up winning archery. You're happy for him, genuinely. Seeing the bright smile shine across his face makes you smile too without even realizing it. 

You don’t have much time to rest after archery, pretty much going straight into the final game: hunting. You walk out into the forest to your starting position. The forest was divided into sectors. Typically for what kind of prey usually resides in them and some kills in a certain sector gives you more points. 

“Are you feeling alright princess?” Seungmin asked you. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you responded. 

“You just seemed distracted during archery. Like your head wasn’t clear,” he told you. Of course your personal guard knows exactly how to read you. 

“Guess it wasn’t. I sorta argued with mom before the match. Threw me off a bit,” you say.

“Can I pry about what?” he questioned. 

“My friendship with Jiseok. You’ve probably heard wind of it too. That we were embracing this morning,” you say. 

“I’m sure it was just a hug between friends,” Seungmin said. A small smile perked your lips. You spotted a sparrow sitting in a tree. You grabbed an arrow and loaded your bow, pulling it back and releasing in one motion, successfully hitting the sparrow. Seungmin goes to pick it up, putting it into your net.

“It was, but I’m just getting tired of being asked about our friendship. It feels like even when I say that we’re just friends no one really believes it,” you voice. Perhaps you don’t even believe it. You would think that the more you say it the more you would believe it, but instead everytime you say it it feels less true. Everytime you say it, those specs of romantic ashes burn. 

You continue on ranting, innocent prey of the forest becoming victims of your building anger. 

“Oh no leave those there,” you tell Seungmin as he goes to pick up some pheasants. 

“Why? You won’t get the points,” he questioned. 

“I’m creating a shallow margin,” you tell him. 

“What?” His brows knit together. “Oh, you’re giving prince Jiseok a leg up.” He gets it. The two of you continue on. Moving throughout the forest, racking up points. The hunt was going smoothly until you heard a high pitch squeal followed by a distressed shout. 

“That sounded like a boar,” your voice was filled with worry. 

“It definitely was, but there shouldn’t be any boars here. The forest was thoroughly checked beforehand,” Seungmin stated. 

“We should go help,” you say. 

“Princess no, we need to evacuate. You’re not safe with a wild boar running loose.” Seungmin made an attempt to grab your arm to lead you out of the forest. 

“What about the person who screamed? They clearly need help,” you started to walk off on your own. 

“Princess, it's dangerous.” Seungmin tried to stop you again.

“I have you to protect me. Please we have to help. People could get seriously hurt,” you pleaded. 

“I don’t know who’s more pig headed you or the boar,” he grumbled. “Stay behind me,” he ordered. 

It didn’t take long for you and Seungmin to find the person who shouted or more like they found you. Quick heavy footsteps approached the two of you and when you finally meet the person responsible for them you find no other than prince Jungsu. 

“Princess y/n it’s much too dangerous to be here. There is a- a wild boar and-” Heavy pants interrupt his sentences. “It’s not far behind me.” Almost as if on cue the high pitched squeal of the boar rings loud. Seungmin acts quickly, taking your bow from you and an arrow. When the boar comes into his sight he releases the arrow. It hits the boar directly in the end, effectively taking it out. 

There’s no time for you to feel relieved though because you hear the sound of another shout. Only you recognize this shout. 

“Jiseok!” You're running before you can even think about what you’re doing. 

“Princess!” Seungmin calls after you.

Your lungs burn. Everything passes by in a blur. The only thought occupying your mind is that Jiseok is out there somewhere hurt. Your heart thumps rapidly against your chest, fearing the worst. You can’t lose Jiseok. You’ve never got to tell him that you love him. 

“Jiseok!” His name leaves your lungs again. This time as you see him trapped under the wild boar. Bow shoved in its mouth trying to keep it away from biting him. It’s now that you realize Seungmin still has your bow, but you don’t have any time to waste, so you grab an arrow and sneak up on the boar. Piercing the arrow through its thick skin with all the might that you have. The boar falls limp. You’re already by Jisoek’s side before its heavy weight thuds to the ground. 

“Are you ok? I heard you shout and-” Tears fell down your cheeks and your voice cracked. Jiseok brings a hand up to wipe your tears. That’s when you notice the blood. His white button up is drenched in red on the side of his waist. “You’re hurt.” Your hands quickly go to put pressure on his wound. He grunted in pain.

“It’s not that bad. I’m ok,” he tried to reassure you. 

“I can’t lose you,” you cried. 

“You won’t. Look at me,” he told you, but your terrified eyes can’t leave his still bleeding wound. “Y/n look at me.” He forcefully cupped your face with his hands, making your eyes meet his gaze. “I’m not going anywhere,” he spoke firmly. You nodded, choking on a sob. 

“Prince Jiseok!,” Seungmin said in an alarmed voice as he finally caught up to you.

“Seungmin he’s hurt.” You look at Seungmin with distraught eyes. 

“Hey it’s ok. Let’s get him out here. Everything is gonna be fine,” Seungmin spoke calmly. He helps Jisoek stand, having him wrap one of his arms over his shoulder and the other over yours. “Keep pressure on his wound,” Suengmin told you. 

Your return from the forest is met with shouts about getting the doctor. Your mother appears by your side frantically trying to see if you’re ok, but all you can focus on is the sight of Jiseok being carried away. 

Later you find yourself sitting outside of the palace infirmary. Blood still covers your hands, though it’s become dry and crusted over. 

“Y/n, I know you’re worried, but you should at least wash your hands,” your mother urged you. 

“After I know he’s ok,” you said, looking over at the infirmary doors. Your mother sighs, muttering something about finding a maid to ask for a wet towel. 

“You almost look more concerned about my son than I do?” Jiseok’s mother spoke up. 

“He’s my best friend. I can’t lose him.” You stare down at your blood covered hands. 

“Do you believe that?” Her highness asks, making you confused. 

“Of course I can’t lose him! Why would you even say that?” You couldn’t control your outburst. 

“No,no dear I meant when you called him your best friend. Do you really believe that? I know that’s what both of you say, but I also know the way my son looks at you. Before I couldn’t exactly read you, but now. There’s more than just friendship in your eyes isn’t there?” She placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“All due respect your majesty, but what does it matter?” you questioned. 

“Huh?” the queen was slightly taken back by your response. 

“We’ve basically been told since we were kids that we can never be together. He’s not of Thaethian blood, so my parents would never accept him. Plus we’re both heirs with no one else to pass the throne to, so what does it matter? If we love each other or not?” Jiseok’s mother is saddened by your words. Is that really how the two of you thought? That if you loved each other it wouldn’t even matter?

“Prince Jisoek is now in stable condition,” the doctor came out to alert you guys. The hugest sigh of relief floats through your lungs. 

“Can we see him?” you asked. 

“He’s still asleep, but yes feel free,” the doctor said. 

You walk into the infirmary, seeing Jiseok lying on the bed. His side is now bandaged. You approach the side of the bed, eyes raking up and down his sleeping form. Making sure that he really is ok. That he’s safe now. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

Her royal highness was on the other side of the bed, delicately brushing some strands of hair away from Jiseok’s face. Neither of you say anything for a while, but then she straightens up. 

“I’ll you two be,” she excused herself. 

“Don’t you want to be with him?” you questioned. Shifting your eyes from Jiseok to her. 

“You killed a wild boar to save him. I trust him in your hands.” She looked down to where you had slipped one of your hands into his. You didn’t even realize that you did that till you followed her line of sight. She gave you a small parting smile and made her way to the exit, but she paused at the door. “It does matter by the way. You’re right that in the end you two can’t be together, but that doesn’t make your feelings irrelevant,” she stated. She didn’t even give you time to respond. She just walked out the door, shutting it behind her, leaving you to sit with her words. Even if your feelings weren’t irrelevant, what good could they possibly do? Having them felt like fighting a losing battle. Whether you acted on them or not the result would be the same. There’s no way you and Jiseok could end up together. 

The twitch of Jiseok’s hand makes you forget about all of that. Subconsciously you squeeze his hand tighter. You lean closer when you see his eyes begin to blink open. 

“Hey,” you call him gently. A smile pulled at his lips when his eyes adjusted. Blurriness leaving them as you come into focus. 

“Hey.” His voice was slightly hoarse. 

“How are you feeling?” you asked.

“Ok, a little sore.” He goes to sit up, wincing slightly. 

“Here.” You aid him in sitting up, propping a pillow behind him. 

“Thanks, sit.” He patted the edge of the bed. As you sit down he notices the dried blood that covers your hands. 

“Why haven’t you washed your hands?” he frowned, picking them up and bringing them over to his lap.

“Wanted to wait till I knew you were ok,” you tell him. 

“I told you I wasn’t going anywhere,” he says, fingers wrapping around your hands. 

“I know, but I was still worried,” you said. 

“Your hands shouldn’t be bloody.” His lips drew downwards. His thumb rakes over the back of your hands, some of the crusted over blood flakes off as he does so. 

“It’s fine. I’ll wash them,” you dismissed. You remove one of your hands from his hold. It trails up his body, brushing lightly before it reaches where the bandages lie. Your touch becomes featherlight almost like you’re not touching him at all. Like you’re afraid he’ll break. Ever so slowly your palm flattens against the bandages. Images flashing through your mind of when the dark red liquid soaked poured from the spot. Jiseok brings his hand up, placing it over your own. You lifted your head, your eyes met his.

“I’m ok,” he repeated. 

“That was the scaredest I’ve ever been,” you confess. 

“Me too, but not really because I thought I might die,” he informs. He brought a hand up to your face. The back of his fingers caressing your cheek before tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers ghost down the side of your neck before resting there. Palm flattening against the warm skin. 

‘Don’t say it.’ You tell yourself as the dangerous words sit on your tongue. They weigh heavy like bombs. I. Love. You. Each word is more dangerous than the last. ‘They won’t do any good.’ ‘It will only hurt.’ You try your best to repress.

“I love you.” He dropped the bombs first. 

“I love you too.” You fired the bombs back. Jiseok pulls you in by the back of your neck. He groans in pain as your palm presses into his injured side, but he doesn’t stop till he feels your lips on his. Then it’s like everything fades away. It’s only the two of you, sharing what had been long repressed. You scoot closer to him on the bed, hands sliding up to his chest then your fingers lock behind his neck. You smile against each other's lips, but tears weld in your eyes. This is all you ever wanted, but it’s also the one thing you can’t have. You pull away from the kiss, hot tears falling from your eyes. 

“Not yet.” Jiseok didn’t let you get far. “Let’s not think about it for a little longer.” He is desperate to ignore the fallout, pulling you towards him once again. Though this time you're leaning in, allowing more of your weight to press into him, to mold into him. Allowing yourself to pretend for just a few moments longer that things could be possible between you two. The hand not holding your back slides around your back. Holding you close. You bask in the feeling of his arm being around you while angling your head to deepen the kiss. 

The crumbling down of your perfect fantasy is imminent. A knock on the door has you two freezing in your places. The reminder of the outside world floods back in. Your heart sinks in your chest. Jiseok presses one last fleeting kiss against your lips. Giving you his best smile as he wipes your tears. 

“Come in!” He called, once you both collected yourselves. It hurt as you moved back away from him on the bed. Putting that inevitable distance between you two. 

“Prince Jiseok, I’m glad to see that you’re awake.” It was your mother, queen of Thaethia. “I knew you still wouldn’t have washed your hands,” she tsked, coming over to you with a bowl of water and a cloth.

“I was gonna do it after,” you say. 

“Give me your hands,” she ordered, setting the bowl of water on the stand beside the bed. She dips the cloth into the water and brings it to your dirty hands. She gingerly wipes the blood off of your hands. 

“Did you notify the doctor that he woke up?” your mother asked. 

“I told her to wait. I wanted to rest a bit first,” Jiseok spoke up. Your mother nodded. 

“That’s understandable, but you still need to be checked, just to be sure,” she said. “Go notify the doctor,” your mother told the maid who was standing by the door. 

“Right away your highness,” the maid bowed before leaving. 

“There, all pure again.” Your mother rests the now red cloth on the side of the bowl. Your stomach turns at her use of the word pure. Obviously your hands weren’t clean before, but her saying the word pure made it feel like she was saying Jiseok’s blood was one of the filthiest things. Her use of the word must have unsettled Jiseok too, feeling him shift beside you. You want to reach out to him, give him some kind of comfort, but you could already see the disapproving look your mother would give you if you did. All you can do is look down at your freshly cleaned hands. The remnants Jisoek washed away. It’s not like having his blood on your hands was good, yet a part of you felt like that was the longest he had ever been with you. Even with your long years of friendship the two of you couldn’t be too close without rumors flying around. Yet with those hours of having his blood on your hands no one ever said a thing about you two. 

“You two should bid your goodbyes. It’s more than past time for us to head home,” your mother says, gathering the bowl and towel. “Meet me at the carriage,” your mother told you as she exited. At the sound of the door clicking shut Jiseok wasted no time in his hand finding yours. Neither of you want to say goodbye. It’s written all over your faces. Despairing looks harboring your eyes. Jiseok wants to ask you to stay, but he knows it’s not possible. Just as you want to stay, yet also know it’s impossible. 

“I should go.” You should go, you need to, but your feet feel anchored to the floor. Reluctant to move. Your brain fighting with your heart. 

“Yeah you should. The doctor will probably be here soon.” Despite both of your words neither of you move. Not wanting to pop the fragile bubble, the puny hope you two hold onto you. 

“I can’t go if you don’t let go,” you say referring to his hand that securely keeps you two together. 

“You’re holding on too.” It’s true, you’re both holding on. Trying your best to protect that spark of flame that stands no chance for oncoming tempest. 

“We have to let go.” Your throat feels tight. You want to convince yourself that things won’t change. That when you walk out of that door you and Jiseok will still be ‘just friends’, but both of you know that’s not true. You two crossed the line and there was no going back. All of those repressed feelings exploded. They fired up through the surface and they won’t be buried again. 

“We have to, but I don’t want to.” He grips your hand tighter and you do the same. 

“I love you,” you fire them first this time. 

“I love you too,” he fired them back. It amazes you how such happy words can feel like bullets to your heart. Still you smile. It’s the most painful smile and it shines with beauty. Jiseok smiles that exact excruciating smile back. 

“See you soon.” You refuse to say goodbye. You can’t. You won’t.

“See you soon.” He won’t say goodbye to you either. You stand, hand still clasped onto his. You have to let go. He has to let go. You each have to let each other go. When the grip of your hands finally snaps, so do the strings of your hearts. Each step you take away signifies a break of your hearts. 

By the time you reach the carriage you were numbed by all the pain. Staring blankly at one of the sides of the carriage. You don’t remember the ride home or changing into your night clothes or getting into bed. Suddenly you're just staring up at the canopy that hangs over your bed. Face stained with tears, pillow wet from them. 

The endangerment of all three of you heirs lit a fire under all three of your kingdoms. There was no rush for your coronations before. Yes you were all of age, but there also wasn’t any posing reason for you guys to step into your leadership positions. All of your parents agreed on it being nice for you three to enjoy more of your lives before stepping up to run your kingdoms. 

However now, after the incident that took place on skills comp days all of your parents were rushing to set coronation dates. Though it wasn’t only coronations being brought up and sorted, marriage was being discussed as well.

“Father, Mother, please can stop with the marriage talk,” you begged. 

“Y/n, once you’re queen you need a king. You need a new heir,” your father insisted. 

“Can’t we just cross this bridge later? I don’t want a loveless marriage.” You didn’t want a marriage at all actually. Because the only person you wanted to marry was the one person you can never be with. 

“I know you don’t like the idea of an arranged marriage, but I promise sweetie I will find you the best husband. You know your father and I were an arranged marriage. It was a learning curve to say the least, but we truly fell in love. The same can happen for you,” your mother tried to persuade. 

“No, it won’t,” you state. 

“Y/n please. We’re trying really hard to create a happy future for you. You have give us a little,” your mother looks at you with pleading eyes. 

“But I know that I won’t fall in love with whoever you say is fit to be my husband,” you say. 

“And why’s that?” she asked. 

“You know why,” your voice became soft, unstable. “You kept asking because you never believed my answer, right? I guess you were right not too because no matter how hard I tried to bury and snuff these heart wrenching feelings, they still found a way to persist. I’m in love with Jiseok and I’m never gonna love anyone else. I know you will never grant our marriage and I’m not asking you to, but please don’t force me to marry someone else.” You dropped down onto your knees. “Please, let’s just figure it out later.” You can’t hold your tears. Your parents' hearts sink at the sight of you. You looked so helpless, so pained. For a moment it makes them wonder if they’re doing the right thing, but only a moment.

Prince Jungsu is the first wedding to take place out of the three of you. It was a beautiful wedding. One that made you want to believe that love could be beautiful, grand, full of happiness. 

The feeling of someone grabbing your wrist and tugging you away from the reception almost makes you shout for help, but then you realize that you recognize the warm palm encasing your wrist. 

“Jiseok,” you say his name like you can’t believe he’s there. You two hadn’t seen each other since that night where he laid in the infirmary. He’s guiding you over to the altar where Jungsu recently wedded. “What are you doing?” you asked. 

“Let’s play pretend. One last time,” he voice waivers. He kneels down onto one knee. 

“Jiseok-” Tears cloud your eyes. 

“Will you marry me?” He pulled out a ring box, displaying the most beautiful ring. You know that you can’t, but right now when it’s only the two of you. In your own little fantasy bubble. 

“Yes,” you sniff. He takes the ring from the box. WIth shaky hands he slides it onto your ring finger. Placing the most tender, loving, kiss over it. He then stands back up, holding your hands in his. 

“Princess y/n do you take prince Jiseok to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Jungsu walked up to the altar. 

“Jungsu? What are you doing here? People are going to notice your absence, no?” you state. 

“Then don’t keep him waiting.” Jungsu glances over to Jiseok, who’s staring at you with the most loving eyes in the world. 

“I do” You squeeze Jiseok’s hands. 

“Prince Jiseok do you take princess y/n do be your lawfully wedded wife?” Jungsu asked. 

“I do,” Jiseok answered without missing a beat. 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” Jungsu takes his leave while Jiseok pulls you in. This is going to be the last time he gets to kiss you, to hold you, to be yours, so he pours all of his emotions into the kiss and so do you. The two of you only part when the need for oxygen burns more painfully than your love for one another. After you part he holds you in his arms like he never wants to let you go because he doesn’t. You wrap your arms around him with the same intensity. Neither of you are showing any signs of letting go. You're forced to part when more people come outside. Popping your bubble of solitude and sending all the pain rushing back in. 

A few months later you hear news of Jiseok’s wedding. It breaks your heart all over again. Though you figured he must have known at Jungsu’s wedding that his wedding was set in stone. No matter how much he didn’t want it. That’s why he wanted to play pretend one last time. Still it didn’t make it hurt any less. Feeling like shards of glass were repeatedly piercing your heart. 

You didn’t attend Jiseok’s wedding. You couldn’t. It would have hurt way more than you could have handled. It was for the best that you didn’t attend though because Jiseok wouldn’t have gotten married if you did.

With each passing day your parents become more instant on you finding a husband.

“Y/n you’ve been queen for almost a year. The people of our kingdom are talking, asking when you’ll wed. When you’ll birth the next heir,” your father tells you. 

“Let them keep wondering.” You still didn’t have any intentions of marrying. Even after knowing Jiseok was wedded to another. You couldn’t get over him and you know you never will. You know Jiseok is the same. Even if he was forced into a marriage, you’re the only one who will own his heart. 

“Princess, I know you don’t wish to marry, but how about it be me?” Seungmin proposed to you one night. He was comforting you like he has for over the past year. When after masking your seemingly never ending heartache for the day came to an end. 

“What?” you looked at him with your tear stained face. 

“I don’t expect you to love me. In fact I know that you never will. Not romantically at least, but can I take care of you like I always have?” he asked. You felt like you were betraying Jiseok as you nodded your head yes,

You and Seungmin are wedded in the winter of the following year. When Jiseok heard of the news he also felt the pain of his heart breaking all over again. He tries to comfort himself, knowing that you’ll be well taken care of. In some ways he’s happy that you wedded Seumgin. In other ways he was more envious than he thought imaginable. 

Jiseok didn’t attend your wedding. He couldn’t. It would have hurt way more than he could have handled. It was for the best that he didn’t attend though because you wouldn’t have gotten married if he did. 

Jungsu’s wedding was the last time you and Jiseok ever saw each other, but your minds constantly go back to that night. You two standing at the altar saying your I do’s. Mentally the two of you live there, dreaming of your happily ever after that will never come.

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[dogtown, 10:12pm] coronation 👑🥰💖💞

Princess Treatment Pose Pack

I collaborated with my dear friend beaniebby to make these 26 poses for MF, FF, & MBF, and they were kind enough to want to share them with the rest of us! Thank you to all who attended the coronation! 😘🥰✨💗💕

feat. the darlings @cybersteal & @preemshots MWAH

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Tokyo Revengers character reactions to their daughters asking them to a daddy-daughter dance 💃🏻🕺🏻💗

🖤 Mikey (Manjiro Sano)

At first, he’s half-asleep on the couch when she tugs on his sleeve.

“Daddy… will you go to the dance with me?”

He instantly perks up, eyes wide. “You’re askin’ me?!”

Carries her around like royalty for the rest of the day.

Shows up to the dance in a tux and matching hair clip with her.

“My baby’s first date. Nobody’s worthy but me.”

🛠️ Draken (Ken Ryuguji)

Grins the second she asks. “You serious? Course I will.”

Helps her pick a dress, paints her nails, lets her put glitter in his hair.

Has a tiny matching rose tucked behind his ear.

Swings her around the dance floor like she’s a princess.

Gets teary-eyed halfway through. “You’re growing up too fast, kid…”

💛 Takemichi Hanagaki

He cries. Immediately.

“You want to go with me? Oh god, I’m so honored!”

He triple-checks his outfit, practices dancing in the mirror.

Steps on her feet by accident 100 times but she still says he’s the best dancer ever.

Tells everyone at the event, “That’s my daughter. Isn’t she beautiful?”

🔥 Baji Keisuke

Pretends to be cool about it, but his ears are red.

“You sure you don’t wanna go with someone cooler?”

She pouts. “You’re the coolest.”

Shows up in a black button-up and slicked-back hair.

Brings her a little skull necklace. “We match now, badass.”

🐾 Chifuyu Matsuno

Says yes so fast he almost forgets to breathe.

Spends a week practicing dances with her in the living room.

“Okay, step, spin, then twirl—no wait, I twirl you!”

Wears a pastel tie to match her dress.

Brags about her for the entire dance. “Look at her! She’s got more rhythm than me!”

👑 Izana Kurokawa

His expression goes soft in a way no one else gets to see.

“You want… me?”

He buys her the most expensive shoes he can find.

Wears an all-white suit and matching brooch with her.

Holds her close during slow songs.

“No kingdom is more important than this moment.”

💪 Taiju Shiba

Blinks. “Dance?”

His daughter: “You’re my date, daddy.”

He freezes. Then exhales slowly.

Shows up in his Sunday best and is extremely formal.

Won’t smile in pictures, but secretly holds her shoes when they hurt her feet.

“Only I get to walk you down the dance floor. You understand me?”

🧠 Kisaki Tetta

Stares blankly. “Why would I attend such a thing?”

Then sees her hopeful little face and just sighs. “Fine.”

Shows up looking sharp as hell. Cold expression. But holds her hand the whole time.

Ends up dancing stiffly while she giggles at his awkwardness.

“This stays between us.”

😈 Hanma Shuji

“A dance? Ohh, you tryna break hearts already, little queen?”

Is surprisingly gentle with her — brushes her hair, buys her a rose corsage.

Dances like an idiot just to make her laugh.

“Ain’t no man cooler than your old man, huh?”

Takes selfies and posts “Dancing with my favorite girl 🖤”

💸 Koko (Hajime Kokonoi)

“A dance? Wait—yes. Yes, of course.”

Books her a salon appointment and gets them matching designer outfits.

Holds her hand all night, lets her pick the playlist in the car.

“Only the best for my little lady.”

🐺 Inupi (Seishu Inui)

Softly shocked. “Me?”

Nods once, a bit overwhelmed.

Wears all black with a small pink ribbon on his sleeve (her idea).

Smiles only for her.

Quietly says, “You look beautiful, like your mom.”

⚔️ Kakucho

Kneels to her level and smiles. “You want me to go with you?”

Teaches her a little waltz in the kitchen the night before.

Stands in the corner at the dance, keeping watch, until she drags him onto the floor.

Holds her hand like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Anything you ask of me, I’ll do.”

💙 Hakkai Shiba

Nearly passes out. “A dance?! I don’t know how to dance!”

Watches a million videos online to learn.

Stumbles through it, but she claps and cheers for him anyway.

Wears a matching bowtie and blushes nonstop.

“This is the best night of my life, kiddo…”

🎐 Ran Haitani

Grins like a devil. “How can I say no to my princess?”

Poses with her like they’re royalty.

Buys her a little tiara and insists she wear it.

“We’re stealing the spotlight tonight, baby girl.”

Shows off dramatic spins that get her laughing so hard she snorts.

☠️ Rindou Haitani

Tries to play it cool but is secretly honored.

Gets nervous about looking good enough for her.

Practices in the mirror with a mop.

Keeps his hand on her back protectively the whole night.

“Nobody touches you. Not even those 8-year-olds.”

😆 Smiley (Nahoya Kawata)

Bursts into loud, emotional laughter. “SHE PICKED ME!!”

Shows up with a giant grin, suit jacket with flames, and matching clip-on earrings for her.

Dances like it’s a concert. They win the dance contest.

“My daughter’s got the moves! That’s my girl!”

😢 Angry (Souya Kawata)

Tears up immediately. “I’d be honored…”

Carefully styles her hair, puts tiny flowers in it.

Wears a baby blue suit just to match her dress.

Softly sways with her the entire night.

Whispers, “You’ll always be my little girl. Even when you’re grown.”

[ldagence-royal]

Catherine, Princess of Wales 👑 Attend the annual Commonwealth Day Service at Westminster Abbey on 10 March 2024 in London, England

[an-ithacan-princess]

*Kaliza, whom had been minding her own business, paused. Her eyes turning to him, and they instantly narrowed faintly.*

"Sir Silas. It is great to be seeing you as well."

*She said, through gritted teeth.*

Solo Roleplay: The Darling Princess!

*Silas walked, his hands folded behind his back, and he said hello to anyone passing. He eventually came to a pause.*

*Someone caught his eye.*

"Ah, princess! How lovely it is to see your beautiful face..."

*His tone was a false sincere one, and condescending.*

[zukyiss]

I’ve translated some Precure interviews from the 20th Anniversary Character Chronicle! This post is dedicated to Go! Princess Precure. Information under cut😊 (Note: I am not a professional translator! There will/may be some errors, but I tried my best!)

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1.“Pretty Cure! Princess Engage! The Princess of the Blossoming Flowers! Cure Flora!”

2.Haruka transforms into the Precure of Flowers. When her roommate Yui is trapped in a cage of despair by Close and a Zetsuborg is created, she becomes a Precure to save her. “Dance, o’ Flowers! Precure, Floral Tourbillion!” is her signature attack

3.A first-year middle school student who attends the private Noble Academy. She is energetic and bright, sparing no effort to make her dreams come true. She adores her picture book “The Flower Princess” and dreams of becoming one herself. Her catchphrase is “Too lovely!!”

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1.“The princess motif was decided from the start of production. There was a decision made for “keys and perfume” as the item, so I utilized those as starting points. While her hair and face were easily decided on, we struggled to agree on what Flora’s costume would be like.” (Next quote) “We aimed for a more Western Aristocrat feel for her hair. She is an easily comprehendible princess. The gradient in the back of the hair was an unusual approach we took.”

2.“Many adjustments were made to Flora’s initial costume. Our main idea for her was Western Princesses, and her Mode Elegant dress is set to reflect that. She adores flowers, so we set out to design a dress similar to that."

3.“Since she is a princess, her heels are a bit high. Yet, they are still low in order to compensate for the action. There were initially 5 concept ideas for Flora. Most were dress and hairstyle ideas, but we ended up reaching this decision.

4.“We asked Yu Shimamura (Flora’s VA) for words of inspiration as Flora. She stated, “Dreams cannot be erased. As long as there is despair, dreams will continue to shine forever and ever.” Shimamura-san states she adores Flora’s fashion sense! The skirt shape is short, yet noble.”

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1.“Pretty Cure! Princess Engage! The Princess of the Crystal Seas! Cure Mermaid!”

2.Minami transforms into the Precure of the Seas. After a Zetsuborg begins to rampage and Haruka struggles to fight it, she becomes a Cure to assist her. She wishes to protect everyone at the school too. “Roar, o’ Seas! Precure, Mermaid Ripple!” is her signature attack.

3.A second-year student at Noble Academy. She is reliable with a strong sense of responsibility and is the student council president. She is the daughter of a large company’s president and is the academy’s princess. She is asked to teach ballet to others.

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1.”Mermaid, along with Flora, had a well-defined starting point as well. Her theme color is blue with a mermaid motif. The focus of her outfit is the details, and we were very particular about the shade of pink we selected.” (Next Quote) “Originally, we were going to mesh the bangs together rather than having them be braided. However, by popular demand, we left the style alone.”

2.“Her hair is inspired by water/the ocean! We gave her a special design for the highlights to remind viewers of the sea. Her skirt is a combination of a mini skirt and an accessory to match “tail fins”.”

3.“Her boots are white and contain blue scallops at the top. Precure boots are very defining features, so we had to make hers fit the design, but be new as possible (at the time). We had to be concise of tight lines, befitting the term “Mermaid”, so many changes were needed to ensure girls would see her as cute.”

4.”We asked Masumi Asano (Mermaid’s VA) for words of inspiration as Mermaid. She stated, “That’s one thing I cannot decide! Minami has many good qualities about herself, and her motivation to push forward is what makes me want to portray her to stand out more.” Asano-san believes that Mermaid’s fashion sense is cute, while also being a bit appeling. She loves the gradient in her hair.”

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1.“Pretty Cure! Princess Engage! The Princess of the Sparkling Stars! Cure Twinkle!”

2.Kirara transforms into the Precure of Stars. She once handed the Princess Perfume back, believing it was too dangerous to be a Cure. However, when a Zetsuborg interrupts her important fashion show, she becomes angered and becomes a Cure permanently. “Shine, o’ Stars! Precure, Twinkle Humming!” is her signature attack.

3.A first-year middle school student at Noble Academy. She loves fashion and goes at her own pace. She leads a busy life as a popular model, appearing in many magazines and fashion shows. Her dream is to become a top model.

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1.“Twinkle was conceptualized after Flora and Mermaid, and the process was relatively smooth. She was designed to prevent overlaps and imbalances between the others, and we paid close attention to her hair.” (Next Quote) “She was our first ever Precure to expose her shoulders in the design. It was important to get this design right, since we were taking a big risk with slight exposure, so we carefully crafted the rest of her costume.”

2.”Her hair is divided into two voluminous ponytails, held by a fluffy hairclip. We wanted to feature both highlights and gradients. When viewed from above, she looks like a star! Her skirt was made to resemble one. We covered her more on the bottom half as she was already quite exposed, hence why we gave her thigh high boots. They’re made to look like stars as well!”

3.“Yellow has many meanings, and we wanted Twinkle to stand out from the more basic color schemes of Flora and Mermaid. Purple was selected as an accent color to represent strength and maturity.”

4.“We asked Yamamura Hibiku (Twinkle’s VA) for words of inspiration as Twinkle. She stated, “A top model is a big dream! Kirara’s dream is bright like a starry sky. She says her dreams with confidence, so don’t be shy about your own!” Yamamura-san compared the buns in Twinkle’s hair to “dumplings”, and she enjoys the “poink!” sound affects in her transformation.”

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1.“Pretty Cure! Princess Engage! The Princess of the Crimson Flames! Cure Scarlet!”

2.Towa transforms into the Precure of Flames. Towa, whose mental hesitation was taken advantage of by the witch of despair, Dyspear, becomes a Precure when Flora’s words make her determined to overcome her failure. “Fly, Wings of Fire! Precure, Phoenix Blaze!” is her signature attack.

3.Princess of Hope Kingdom. She used to live as Twilight, but thanks to the Precure, changes back into her original form. She enjoys playing the violin.

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1.“Scarlet is a special character, as she becomes an ally after being brainwashed by the enemy. Since she was intended to be stronger than the main characters as a villain, when she became a hero, we wanted her design to be very different.” (Next Quote) “She was made to be very royal! We gave her a cute crown and a choker, and the fur adds an air of nobility.”

2.“Initially, we wanted to add a mesh to her bangs, but it didn’t look right. Hence, we settled for selecting different colors for the front and back. The gradient began at the top of the hair rather than the bottom.. Her upper outfit was made to resemble a phoenix, and by doing so, she was given a gorgeous look to enhance the view of being a “real princess”. Her hair in the back was a bit difficult, but we eventually added the vertical princess-rolls to accentuate her bangs.”

3.”Unlike Flora’s more Western design, we gave Scarlet an asymmetrical skirt to create a more oriental feel, much like a kimono or saris.”

4.”We asked Miyuki Sawaishiro (Scarlet’s VA) for words of inspiration as Scarlet. She stated, “Be prepared! While other Cures state for people to take their time, she is also decided and ready.” Sawaishiro-san believes Scarlet’s transformation is tense, and it’s one of her favorites.”

[desertcrowns]

🇯🇴⚽️ Historic moment for Jordan!

Princess Rajwa Al Hussein, Princess Iman, and Princess Salma attended the Oman vs Jordan match to support the national team 🤍

Jordan won — and qualified for the FIFA World Cup for the first time ever! 👑

[an-ithacan-princess]

Open Starter: Overwhelmed...

*All of the stress of being the princess of Ithaca, being a teenager, and dealing with some... Very mixed emotions currently. Was on Kaliza's shoulders all of the time.*

*She hadn't came out of her room all day. No one had, surprisingly, came to check on her. Not even her own brother or mother, which, was even more surprising...*

*Some of the suitors may just take this as a chance to mess with her... So, if anyone wanted to prevent that, they should.*

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