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“A toast to us!”
You smiled and raised your glass
“Till death do us part”
He fell to the ground and you grinned, guess that apothecary was right
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Cardan: Gets down on one knee
Jude: Oh my gosh it's happening
Cardan: Falls
Jude: The poison is kicking in
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Imagine crying so much from the beauty of the music, that you accidentally press the dislike button 😔🤚
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Just waiting patiently for Jane Austen's descendants to comment their POVs...
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She scooted the boiled quail egg and hashed blackened potato around her plate, her appetite all but there. The dinner was exquisite, nothing but the best from her older brother, the king.
Victor always pampered her. Ever since their father was assassinated and their mother kidnapped, he took on a parental role. He was only a few years her senior, but aside from the youth in his face, he behaved with all the authority and adoration their father used to have.
The guests chattered excitedly in the grand dining room. Glasses clinked, forks scraped plates, voices carried all the joy one could have for the wedding of their one and only princess.
"My dearest, it is but a little while until we may celebrate," the low voice of Hugh said beside her. Hugh's golden hair fell across his forehead, framing glittering eyes alit with excitement.
She smiled warily, the lump in her throat refusing her to use her voice. Victor would understand. He must understand. It was all set. There was nothing to do but wait.
Victor stood at the head of the table, a wide smile showing his straight teeth. "Friends!" he said loud enough for everyone to hear. "We're here today to celebrate my sister's wedding. I wish to offer a toast." He raised his goblet, king cloak falling around him in all the wondrous demeanor a king should have. "To Wendy. May your wit never outmatch your beauty, for else we all may be at your mercy. May your heart always grow like it has since you were a child, and your love bring others to tears."
Wendy raised her glass with a forced smile. She was going to be sick. Hugh raised his with her, the smile on his face plastered since she met him.
Victor turned his smile to Hugh. "And to Hugh. May you always treasure my sister. May you love and endear her with all the love she could ever deserve, for else the hearts of all her family may break under her sorrow. And may you both be happy."
"Cheers!" the crowd shouted. Everyone tipped their glasses and goblets.
Wendy could barely hold back the tears now. How could she have fallen in love for the likes of Hugh? The despicable man.
One day prior. . .
Hugh stroked Wendy's cheek with his thumb and her heart fluttered. He bent his mouth toward her ear and whispered so softly the hairs on her neck stood up.
"If you care at all for your mother, you will do exactly as I tell you." He grabbed her arms in his bulky hands. "Lace the king's goblet in this powder. If anyone asks, use your lovely authority and tell them not. If you tell anyone, you won't see your dear mother again, and if you so much as think about not going through with this, your wedding will also be your funeral. Your brother won't be the only one to fall." He pressed a cloth bag into her hand between the false kisses.
Wendy swallowed. All the weeks of kisses and notes of love burned to cinders by one moment. The trust she gave him, the love she shared, all the things she thought he returned, nothing but to use her to take the king's crown.
And all this time he was one of the ones who had kidnapped mother.
Silently, Wendy agreed. She had made her way to the kitchen where servants rushed in a fluster to prepare for the next day of her announced wedding. It was all so perfect. The food wafted through the doors; the scent of meat and blackened vegetables; the exquisite cake topped with ribbons and edible flowers; Hugh's plan to use her to get to the throne.
After all, it was all his fault. He found a hurt young princess and saw that as his perfect way to the king.
And it was.
Wendy wiped the tears before they could fall. There was nothing she could do. She removed the cloth bag from her pocket and poured the powder into the designated goblet. No one even glanced at her, they were so busy.
How could she do this? How could she betray her kind brother for this disgusting creep?
Wendy pressed her palms into the cold stone counter. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She had to tell someone! She couldn't go through with this!
Yet if she told anyone, her mother would be to pay.
She rolled the powder around in the cup to make it less obvious and dashed out of the kitchen.
I'm so sorry, Victor . . .
And here she sat, watching in horror as she realized no one discovered the laced goblet. Her brother swallowed heartily from his drink with the guests. Wendy set her glass down, unable to stomach her actions, let alone the drink.
Hugh pressed his hand into the small of her back. "Very good."
Victor coughed once. Twice. He fell into his chair to the gasps and mutters of many of the guests. The guards were around him within seconds.
Wendy couldn't sit there. She jumped to her feet and ran to her brother's side. He coughed hoarsely, specks of blood on his lip.
"I'm sorry," Wendy whispered. "I'm so sorry. It's for mother, you must understand. It's for mother."
"What?" Victor coughed.
And that was when the life drained from him along with the warmth in Wendy's heart.
Hugh stood, smiling. They were wedded earlier that day. He was the next for the throne. He was the king now.
Wendy stood, slowly. Very well. She killed one king. The next would have to fall.
(Hope you enjoyed! There's a continuation in the comments.)
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“You summoned me, my lord?”
She swept into the room, goosebumps rising on her exposed leg through the slit in her deep red dress. The color of wine. The color of passion. Of other things, as well, that she dared not think of in case it crossed her face.
“Yes, my dear.” The king raised his chin. A smile played on the edges of his mouth, though never stretching full enough to make his cheekbones, so sharp as to cut the throats of children, look inviting. He rose smoothly. “I’ve been informed of your plan.”
Her heart jumped into her throat, though her training was too complete to let it to register on her face. All she allowed herself was a slight blush to tinge her cheeks. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, Your Highness.” The powder she hid in her sleeve seemed to burn.
“Oh,” he chuckled. “Don’t be modest.” He descended his throne, reaching the place where she stood. Taking her chin in his fingers, he tilted her head up to meet his empty eyes. “You’re quite a flirt, darling. If you’d planned to marry me, it would have done well to ask outright.”
His fingers on her face, the same ones that had flicked to order a second plate of shrimp while thousands starved and that had beheaded her own mother, repulsed her. But, ever the actress, she drew her own arm around his neck, raising a single eyebrow.
“I may be intelligent, your grace, but I am not as straightforward as you wish me to be.” She licked her bottom lip. His greedy eyes followed her every move. “I only came here to serve you the wine you requested.” She clicked her fingers, and a platter with two chalices and a jug of wine was handed to her by a quiet maid who’d slunk in and out like a shadow. “Sit.”
The king did, reclining at the table as he tracked the curves of her body. Her form fitting dress distracted him from the fine powder that was shook into his drink.
She handed him his chalice, and raised her own. “To Your Highness.” She winked.
“Quite a short toast,” he remarked, tipping his cup toward her.
“Well.” She grinned. “Perhaps I’ll finish it later. When we have a bit more privacy.”
He smirked. She smiled. They raised their glasses to their lips.
Two drank that night. One was a temptress, one was a fool. One was a king, and the other a peasant. One was alive, and one was soon not to be.
As she gazed on the body that convulsed on the floor, she completed the toast.
“May you get everything you deserve.”
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Me.
Night.
Dark room.
Everyone else asleep.
This music.
Best filling ever
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Smile.
Food and wine were at the service of the joyful crowd. The dance floor was filled with expensive fabrics and rare colors. People were happy and carefree, after all this was a merry occasion. Their beloved prince was getting married.
While gazing pensively at the crowd someone grabbed my waist and whispered "Wife."
I turned in his arms and replied with laughter in my eyes "Husband.".
Smile.
"I want to dance with the most beautiful girl in this room." he said "Can you please help me find her?"
"Of course husband, I think that would be the captain's wife," I said pointing at the corner of the room.
He burst a laugh "I believe she is a bit old for my taste."
"Well she is only 53, be nice." I reach for his hands and we walk towards the dance floor.
As the music started, I look around and saw some pale faces.
It is working I thought to myself. Just a little bit more time.
"Is something wrong?" the prince asked, his eyes were widened with concern.
Smile.
I repeat to myself, smile until it's time to look panicked. Smile until it's time to convince everyone that you are as shocked as they are.
Smile for now.
"No, everything is fine dearest. I might even dare to say everything is perfect."
So I did smile for hours, talking to people I haven't seen before and convincing everyone, even myself, that I am having fun.
For full honesty, it was actually easy to make people believe I was having fun because this was the last time we could ever be silly young ones.
And this was a fact that's only I know. So I cherished the moment.
Then it was the time for the last dance, he reached for my hand and I hold it tightly and we walked to the dance floor.
Right when music was about to start I heard the most disturbing sound of my life.
I knew what sound it was, it was the sound of a man gasping for air and failing. Put the sound of a lifeless body hitting the floor, it was the sound of my success.
“it is the King “someone screamed
“Is he dead ?”
“look “it was the sound of a little boy “another man is lying over here and a lady is sleeping at the dining table”
He was dead I knew it, he was dead just like the others but I had to kill to cover up my tracks.
A single drop of tear fell down to my cheeks, for years to come I always convinced myself that that was a tear of joy, not sadness but it was a lie. I wasn't sad because of the murder of the King but because of the sadness and fear I heard in my husbands' voice when he rushed toward his father.
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> King attends my wedding dinner
> I poison him
> (Video gets copyrighted and reuploaded)
> King decides to go back to afterlife
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This is totally gonna give me Morgana (from Merlin) vibes.
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It’s too warm inside. Perhaps it’s the heat. Perhaps the white double doors thrown open to let the warm breeze in. But she knows better. One might call it nerves. You doesn’t have time for nervousness, she scolds herself.
It’s like her hesitation has become a physical barrier and she can’t bear to push open the doors, can’t bear to remember the vial of poison in her sleeve. Still, the doors open from the force of her hands, and heads swivel towards her.
She steps down the stairs in all her glory, gauzy white fabric surrounding her like fog. The king waits for her at the bottom of the marble steps, hands neatly tucked behind his back, his expression almost bursting with joy. Her head slightly cocks to the side as she wonders and revolts how this man had become her prime target, with his boyishness and eagerness to receive her adoration.
When she is close enough to him, she holds out her hand, and the king rushes to hold it. As she looks around, she notices the children swinging their legs and giggling behind their hands. She almost feels sorry she has to do this.
All eyes are on them as they join hands at the altar. She blocks the droning man out as she runs her plan through her head. Distract the people. Pour the poison in. He dies, the kingdom becomes hers. It’s all what her mother wanted for her.
She almost jumps from shock as the king leans in, but makes sure she doesn’t give away anything. Their lips touch, making her want to push away, disgusted, but it’s over before it even started. She can tell he’s disappointed. Men.
But after a second, his smile takes over his face again and he pulls her to the table, where she stares at the array of dishes. Baked potatoes seasoned with a tasteful choice of a herb, baked ham surrounded in cooked pineapple, rich creamy soup curiously the color of wine, and a cake heavily decorated in edible pearls. It sat at the head of the table, a shiny knife waiting on a napkin next to it.
A crazy, angry part of her wants to kill him with that. Though her mother really wouldn’t approve of it. There would be too much blood. The king- well, her husband, she almost forgot- seats himself and beams at her as she elegantly settles into her own seat.
She caught the eye of her mother, who was seated almost twelve chairs away from her, decked out in a lovely red gown and gloves the color of cream. Her mother nodded slightly, before pushing her chair back and letting out an ear-splitting shriek. “Oh, my head!” Mother wailed as she brought her hand up to her forehead.
She almost snickered at the display. The king furrows his brows at her mother. She took this time while everyone was gawking at the woman dressed in wine red fabric sprawled in someone’s arms. The poison flows easily from the small bottle into the wine. She’d taken the time to find a poison untraceable, therefore safe to use.
Her mother stands up on shaky legs, and lets the maid lead her away. People are still gawking when her husband, the king, starts gasping for air. She whirls around, fake-shocked, as he trembles, fingers grasping the tablecloth and pulling it down with him as he sinks to his knees.
She leans over him, but she isn’t faking her surprise when he laces his hand through hers. He yanks her down until he can whisper into her ear. “I know you did it,” he breathes heavily, and her heart almost stops. “I hope you really do get the crown." He squeezed his eyes shut and then open them. "Remember that I love you so very much.”
Her heart feels like it’s cracking. Well, it is what she deserves. “I’m sorry,” she closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his hand leech into her hand. Then she shoots up, and walks away. She never promised the crown really was going to end up in her mother’s hands.
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It's finally here. I finally did it.
After all this time, I succeeded.
But why- why do I feel like this? It's like there's darkness wrapping it's tentacles around my heart, eating at my soul.
My plan went according to how it was supposed to go, not a fault in site.
I'm confused.
What am I doing?
This is what I wanted all along ... right?
I feel the softness of the white gown brushing against my skin and then hanging perfectly on top of my petticoats and corset. I see the blood red colored velvet cloak being placed on my shoulders.
Blood red.
Images start flashing in front of my eyes.
My heart is pounding, my throat is dry.
I cannot breathe.
All I can see is red.
Red.
Red.
My hands covered in a thick slimy liquid.
I cannot breathe.
The feeling of a heavy, cold object being placed on my head brings me out of the trance I was stuck in.
The crown.
His crown.
This was his and I-no.
No.
This is mine now.
I worked hard for this, I EARNED this.
My crown.
I cannot breathe.
My hands are covered in blood. His blood.
His face is twisted in anguish, in pain.
I-I did this?
Tears are flowing down my face.
What have I done?
He reaches out and tugs at the end of my gown and I collapse next him.
We're both lying in a pool of blood that keeps growing and growing, showing no signs of stopping.
"Stop your crying, my darling. I hate seeing you cry."
I cannot get myself to look him in the face.
"Look at me"
His voice is strained, like he's struggling to utter those simple words.
I can't.
"I beg of you , my love, let me see your divine face one last time"
Even after what happened, his face still holds a small smile.
He takes my hand in his, closes his eyes and whispers "I forgive you... my love"
My knees buckle and I fall to the floor.
"YOUR MAJESTY, are you feeling sick? Do we need to g-"
I hold out my hand.
"OUT. Everybody out!"
"But your majest-"
"I said out"
Everyone scatters out, leaving me alone in this cold wide room.
Suddenly I'm questioning... is this what I really wanted?
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The theme gives me The Shadows Between Us and The Cruel Prince/Folk of Air Vibes
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"The king just got respawned so you poisoned him just like how you did before"
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SO SO HAPPY YOU REUPLOADED IT I REMEMBER BEING OS CONFUSED AND SAD WHEN IT DISAPPEARED
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nothing can compare showers in the middle of the night in the dark with this playlist
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POV:
You smiled while nobles from kingdoms all over congratulated your marriage. Gifts, money, and blessings had been bestowed upon you and your husband, the king.
Your husband pulled your chair open to be seated next to him, you grinned and said, “Thank you.”
You glanced into your white clutch and there it was, the small needle filled with the liquid clear poison. You laughed and drank an expensive wine with the other guests.
You twirled your drink, the almost blood red wine reminded you of the blood that would soon spilled, you giggled at the thought of it.
You quickly opened your bag and held the needle in the palm of your hand. You made sure the butlers were entertaining his majesty and the other people so the guests wouldn’t be looking your way. You spilled the liquid into his drink, making it look as if you were grabbing a piece of bread.
You closed your eyes and smiled, you would be the the only queen now. The ruler of all.
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Coughing erupted throughout the quiet halls of the dining chamber. Feet scurried and voices rang out in shrieks and confusion.
“The King has fallen ill!” a voice cried out, getting closer to the motionless body of the monarch. The crowed gasped and awed at the sight of the slumped over frame, unaware of what to say or do in this time.
“My Princess please shield your eyes. You know not of what has happened” a voice whispered behind her head as hands covered her gentle eyes as a small gasp escape the quivering lips.
“My father? Is he alright? pray, please enlighten me.” she grasped onto her pale dress which flowed like ocean waves. murmuring could still be heard and a loud thud followed.
“We must leave this room my lady, no one should witness this sight”
the man said grasping onto her hand leading her into a nearby chamber. lighting candles, the man stood anxiously looking at the poor woman. The lady nervously chewed her lip and fidgeted with the seems of her gloves.
“What am I to do?” she exclaimed, tears in her eyes and arms wrapping snuggly around her frame.
“Please wait here. I will examine the situation” the man bowed before slowly opening the heavy oak door and strolling off.
She paced back and forth in the room, her heavy white dress conforming to her steady steps as she scanned the room anxiously.
light tapping erupted from the door followed by a creaking sound and the face of her newly beloved.
“My wife....” the man said somberly. “Come hither to me, I beg”
light tapping footsteps scurried over to the man with high stature and small whimpers erupted from the fatigued woman.
“The King.... is no more” he whispered rubbing small circles on her hand in order to console the unaware woman.
“How could someone do this? how could someone poison him? the universe laughs at my marriage day!” she cried leaning on her beloved until he slightly pulled back with knitted brows.
“my dearist.... how did you know your father’s drink was tainted?” he pulled fully back and started to breathe heavier.
the woman’s face dropped and the sound of a small echo from glass vile could be heard shattering.
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Listening to this while reading all your amazing POV's
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@sabrinaz9023
3 years ago
Casually waiting for all the talented writers
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