#princess/historical hope au without her magi

[multistoty]

@hyacinth-multimuse​

Every person has the power to change their fate if they are brave enough to fight for what they desire more than anything. Princess Hope Andrea Mikealson was one who attempted to walk in the orbit of grace. Her heart was still a little heavy, but she'd decided carrying it around would only maker her stronger. They often likened her to rose. Ever beautiful and moral but capable of using her thorns. Sometimes, one could not be kind and honorable and she gave herself the necessary grounds to deal with that. People often forgot that women with angelic faces still had rapier wit and tongues that could bite as venomously as a snake should they choose it. If Captain Julian had imagined a pretty little twenty one year old princess to cower like a flower being trampled under foot, he would be as good looking as he was mistaken. He looked at the girl barely above five feet tall with a hundred stories lit behind his eyes without the usually judgement men excerised on a woman with opinions. It was merely because she valued other traits above an affinity for torture and power over those weaker than oneself. the auburn haired girl valued brilliant minds, honest souls, and those with long endurance. She forged relationships based on trust and mutual respect, not fear and control. Even a man who’s spent his whole life at sea has reason to fear her when she’s angry. Like light cast over the morning water, it became new. Every moment that lay ahead, like an uncharted sea. this was a new beginning. Nothing was what it seemed. Every truth was twisted. Every lie carefully constructed. We both knew that surviving means sometimes doing things that haunt you. Honestly, handsome or stupid could be just as interchangeable though the royal found herself surprisingly in turmoil while tied along with her dignity and crimson red dress against the mast of the grand ship. Even as courage warmed her veins, the Mikealson heir found the delicate skin of her cheeks blossoming with a blush at the strong searing gaze of any man so calculating on her. Few would trust her father’s patience thusly. Dreams that come true can be beautiful, but they can also turn into nightmares when people won't wake up. Every good story needs a villain. But the best villains are the ones you secretly like. There are different kinds of fathers. Those who love unconditionally, those who love on condition, and those who never love at all. King Klaus would burn the world down just to dig his daughter from the ashes wether he be king or peasant. Falling for this would be like falling in love with darkness, but now she imagined he was more like a starry night: the constellations were always there, constant, magnificent guides against the ever-present black. Gold shimmered no matter what, but few people could make darkness glitter the way he did. No one is truly honest. Even if we don't lie to others, we often lie to ourselves. And the word good means different things to different people. Fear was a poison that people mistook as protection. Making choices to stay safe could be just as treacherous.  She loved the feeling of doing something bold enough to make her future hold its breath while she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation that she’d made a choice with the power to alter the course of her life. He looked like a freshly woken storm, or a beautiful nightmare come to life so he could personally haunt her. “What kind of captain is so afraid of a princess half his size that he has to die her and her tulle ball gown to a mast? Honestly, your swash buckling repuation deserves far better than that. You may look like a knife glinting in the moon light or an poison packaged in an attractive bottle,but kind hearted doesn’t mean that death or fear find me a willing companion. Now, if you want to speak like a leader. I will be waiting.”