Look Behind The Facade

Multifandom Multimuse. 29. Penned by Misto.

[whatsbehindthefacade]

Independent Private Multifandom Multimuse RP Blog. Penned by Misto. 28. Selective.

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Fandoms include: West Side Story, The Hunger Games, Newsies, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, House of the Dragon, Cabaret, Moulin Rouge, Bridgerton, RENT, & Juliet, Bat Out Of Hell, Sweeney Todd.

Medium-Low Activity. They/them pronouns.

[whatsbehindthefacade]

Did a complete clear out of my inbox (either to drafts or deletion) so it's now sitting completely empty for the first time in literal years which feels so strange...(and naturally means everybody should come fill it again hehe)

[gachcuid]

Reminders of how heavily Daeron drank rarely did Dyanna any favours. But she knows the reason. It is not merely for the sake of being drunk or a hedonist or simply a lout, but to escape the weight that the dragon dreams place upon his young shoulders. She had stayed awake through countless nights with him, counselling him and soothing him, but while that worked for a boy of ten, a man of nine-and-ten had different ways of coping.

"You have dreamed of him," she repeated, knowing that was unlikely to mean anything good. "I must know about this man, Daeron. On one hand, your brother seems to idolise him after so short a time. We've tried to placate him by telling him we'll find another knight for him to squire for, but he will have none of it. But on the other, he had either the audacity or the stupidity to punch and kick a prince of the blood. Your father says he thinks him an idiot, but he says that of mostly everyone, so I know not what to believe."

She leaned over then, and took his hand once more. "But if you have dreamed of him, my darling, I fear his presence, for your dreams so rarely bring good tidings. Is your brother safe, Daeron? Is Aegon safe in knowing this man?"

[whatsbehindthefacade]

Whether the hedge knight is stupid or bold, Daeron can't say. He supposes the man must have been at the inn, but truly his memories have escaped him, and he cannot say for certain whether he saw him or not. And though he has dreamed him, the dreams are never clear. They're cryptic, confusing, and he has spent the majority of his life trying and failing to understand them. This dream is no different, though it has left a quiet fear and concern gnawing at his gut, discomfort settling in his bones.

"I don't know..." the sandy haired prince whispers, pressing his face into his hands, digging them into his eyes a little. There's desperation in his tone, mixed with both fear and exhaustion. His mother takes his hand and after a moment, Daeron looks up at her. Oh how he wishes he was still at the age when all his greatest troubles might be solved by his mother. Those had been far simpler times, happier too, but they are long, long gone.

"I dreamed..." Daeron begins, a slight quake to his voice, letting his other hand drop back to the table to mask the tremor in it, "A great meadow, and the hedge knight, and a great dragon had fallen upon him...yet he was alive, and the dragon was not...though I could not say the cause..." Over and over he has had this dream, and now...now he fears. What will happen over the coming days? Violet eyes look up at her, "I am frightened, mother."

[witchyxwoo]

Kiera felt heart break into knowing that her baby was ill and there was not much she could do. Despite the pleas from the maesters and nursemaids to stay back, she stayed as close as she possibly could. Being away from Vaella, especially in this state, made her heart hurt even more. Today in particular she had ignored the maester's words and crept into her daughter's chambers. However, seeing her precious daughter take some wobbly steps she hurried over.

It seemed like she had arrived in the nick of time because she had immediately wrapped her arms around Vaella. She held the little girl up and held her close to her chest. Maybe the sound of her heart beating could be a comfort, at least she hoped so. Once she heard that simple little one-word phrase she felt a tear roll down her cheek. "Yes, darling. It's mama," her voice soft, nearly choking up on her words. Kiera re-focused herself enough to gently place Vaella back into her bed. "Mama is here to look after you now."

[whatsbehindthefacade]

Careful arms wrap around her, and Vaella sags into her mother's hold, exhausted, curly head resting against her chest. The steady, rhythmic thumping of her mother's heart was indeed soothing for her fever-addled mind, even if she couldn't quite muster up the energy to cling onto her like she usually did. Everything aches, and everything takes so much effort, and she just wants to be well again, so she can go back to playing outside and taking her lessons and hunting for treasures on the beach.

Her mama carefully brings her back to her bed, and Vaella sinks into the pillows, sniffling a little. Little hand feebly reaches, trying to cling to her mother, as if to prevent her from going anywhere. She wants her mama, wants her papa, not the maesters or nursemaids. Bottom lip quivering, she looks up at Kiera, violet eyes glazed with fever, "Ma-Mama, I do-don't feel good..."

[meesememes]

LETTERS // PROMPT MEME.

Send in “ ⎈ ” for a randomised letter written from my muse to yours. For multimuses, please specify which muse you want! 

001. a love letter 002. a letter of condolences 003. an apology 004. an invitation 005. a letter of complaint 006. a farewell letter 007. a letter written in the case of my muse’s death 008. an angry letter 009. a thank you letter 010. a letter for a friend 011. a secret letter 012. an urgent letter 013. a letter from the past 014. a letter from the future 015. an encrypted letter 016. a letter written as a promise

[assortedrpmemes]

Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme

Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)

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[wcrriorhearts]

The girl listens quietly to her brother's version of what has happened and tries to fit it into the broken pieces of memory she has. Given how weak she still feels, Rhae understands she has been very sick and it matches with the bits and pieces she recalls. "Yes...I think I died", she tells her brother, head cocked to the side as she considers it. Now that she thinks about it, Rhae remembers not being able to breathe and the terror that came with it. But the moment is fleeting in her mind and she assumes that everything went dark after.

Nodding when he explains where their father is, Rhae eats another spoonful of soup. If she is being honest, she hasn't met their uncle Aerys often in her life, nor his children. They have always been much closer to Baelor and the cousins on his side, so it is strange to hear about their father working closely with his brother. Then she remembers that uncle Baelor is dead and Rhae's gaze drops down to her food again. Right. That happened. It was the reason they had all come to the capital together, but then people started to fall ill and Rhae must have caught it as well.

"Where are Valarr and Matarys? Did I miss the funeral?" She would have to go and apologize to her uncle's grave in case that was the case, because she has not intentionally been absent from the occasion. Hopefully their cousins know and would not be cross with her, but Rhae decides that she ought to speak with them nonetheless. She doubts their grandsire the King has waited for her to recover before laying his son to rest, which she understands, of course.

[whatsbehindthefacade]

She's not entirely wrong, though Daeron is sure even with her returning to health, he's likely to have nightmares of that moment for a long time to come, a new torment to intermingle with the dreams he already has. Certainly for as long as he lives, he'll never forget the feeling of her little body going still in his arms, the sound of breathing suddenly halting. No...no, he does not wish to think too long or hard about it. It will only make him upset, and in turn, that will make Rhae upset.

She asks about their cousins, and Daeron's heart pangs with grief. Valarr and Matarys had been dear to him, Valarr in particular for they had been of the same age and had been regular companions as children, at least for a time. But now they are gone, candles snuffed out in the wind in such a cruel twist of fate. They were too young, far too young, so full of promise. Daeron is sure that Valarr would have made a fine king, just as Baelor would have.

"Rhae," he begins softly, reaching out to take her hand gently, "You are not the only one who fell ill. Grandfather, and Valarr and Matarys...they all fell ill as well, just a little after you did." All of it had happened so quickly, it still feels like it is not real. And yet it is, it is horribly horribly real. "My sweet dragonfly...they...they did not recover as you did."

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@gachcuid asked: "You are such a good boy, being so kind to your little sister. Isn't she the absolute luckiest to have a brother as attentive as you?" - Dyanna baby-talking her son at his big old age of 19.

Daeron was, admittedly, rather hungover, and the headache pulses behind his eyes as it has all morning. He had hoped last night that he might have been able to sleep off the drunken stupor somewhat peacefully until at least mid morning, but of course, Rhae had whole heartedly disagreed with such an idea. There were games to be played after all, and her pirate queen had needed her first mate to help her out in her quest. Granted, he wasn't entirely sure what help he'd been only half coherent, but his sister hadn't seemed to mind too much, cheerfully guiding him through the game, at least until he'd woken up properly. His head aches, but he is loath to deny Rhae anything, and a game or two is hardly the worst thing. It is certainly a distraction at least.

Playing at pirates had apparently been quite thirsty work, so he'd brought Rhae back inside to get something to drink, and no sooner had she the cup in her hand till she'd darted off with Egg. Daeron had thought himself reprieved, at least until his mother's voice rang in his ear, and he'd turned, steadying himself a little with a hand on the mantle. "It was a simple game. I only mildly contributed...but then I barely had a moment to get a word in edgeways anyway."

[wcrriorhearts]

She knows it is not her fault, but that doesn't make it any easier. To the contrary, the helplessness is driving her mad with fear, because she usually finds comfort and safety in action, but now that is not an option. No matter what she does, it cannot help him, so what else can she do other than to watch him fade away? And she is unwilling to submit herself to that. There has to be something she can do for him, some reason for Daeron to endure a little longer.

'But is that fair?', a quiet voice in the back of her mind asks, because she knows that keeping him here is selfish. She wants him to stay, because he is her everything, but that is born of the need to feel his love and comfort. To him, letting him go would be so much kinder. But he has a child to think about, even if Rhae is not reason enough for him to want to live. What about sweet little Vaella, who adores him so? Surely her presence can help him last a little longer. If not for his sister, then at least perhaps for his little girl.

"No it is not." Bitter tears well up in her eyes and she dips her head to avoid his gaze. "It is not", she repeats, because it is all she can think of, how very much NOT alright any of this is. Rhae loves him so much it hurts, not even distance and age has changed anything about that. And all her life she wanted nothing more than to help him somehow. For years even Aemon tried to find a remedy that would ease their brother's suffering but they all have come up short. It is not fair. He is the best of them, the kindest, the gentlest, the smartest - why him? Why not Aerion, the useless lump? It makes no sense why the Gods would punish Daeron, of all people.

[whatsbehindthefacade]

Of course it's not fair. But when has it ever been? The Gods, he thinks, must find their family to be their favourite playthings, with the way they torment them so. There are so few generations of their line which have not been marred by grief and destruction of some description. First they had lost Valyria, then they had lost their dragons, and now slowly, bit by bit, they have been losing themselves. In the span of but two decades, they have lost eight of their kin, and none of them at any reasonable age to die. Baelor, grandfather, Valarr, Matarys, Rhaegel, Aelor, Aelora, Aerys. Loss and disaster that have led them here, to their father on the throne, and Daeron's place as Prince of Dragonstone.

And the Gods are not through with them yet, Daeron can feel it. In truth, he has felt it coming for a while now, though he has expressed it to no one. Perhaps it is but mere hallucinations from the drink, but the ghosts are not the only oddities he has seen around the island. Here and there, he has seen them, a figure shrouded, completely indistinguishable in regard to any sort of features. And they have been coming closer, lurking just on the edge of his vision. It makes Daeron think, of the time his sister had come so close to death, of the figure she had spoken of. Can this truly be the Stranger?

And yet he cannot say he feels frightened of this presence. Unsettled, perhaps, but then he has been unsettled for many years now, that is surely nothing new. No, indeed, he thinks when it happens...when it happens it will be peaceful. A small mercy perhaps. He has accepted as much. Daeron sees the tears in his sister's eyes, and his hand comes to cup her cheek, thumb brushing away any that dare to spill, "Don't cry, dragonfly."

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@witchyxwoo asked: [ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed. (kiera to vaella??)

Vaella is not a fan of being ill.

It's been a little under a week now, of being confined to bed with this horrible flu, and she hates it. Hates how under the blanket feels hotter than a dragon's breath, but without it leaves her shivering like she's gotten lost in the frozen North. Hates how even the simplest things completely drain her of what little energy she has, and hates even more how this past two days the weather has turned out particularly nice, and all she has been able to do is watch it from her window, rather than go out and play.

She'd managed to haul herself out of bed alone, seeking to at least be able to play with her dolls, but even that action alone leaves her dizzy, and she manages a few teetering steps before the world spins too hard and spins right out from underneath her. The next thing she knows, there are arms around her, picking her up and carrying her, and even with her noise all stuffy, she would recognise the familiar scent of her mother's perfume just about anywhere. "Ma-Mama?"

[wcrriorhearts]

Rhae feels like she has dug her own grave with that suggestion and now has to lie in it. There are a million stories about Daeron locked away carefully in her heart, memories that have brought her so much comfort through the years and now evoke nothing but earth shattering pain. She can't even comprehend that her body is able to contain this much agony and still keep on living, because it surely feels worse than when she was dying of the sickness as a child. Every waking moment is torture and she doubts there will ever be relief from this pain.

Her hand absentmindedly takes hold of one corner of the tunic, thumb grazing over the soft material. Where to even begin? They had a life time of adventures together and yet none of it had been enough. There was still so much life left to go through side by side and now she has to walk the path alone. Her other hand rubs gentle circles against Vaella's back, perhaps more to calm herself than to soothe the child, who has stopped weeping by now.

"Well, where do I begin? I was a very spoiled little princess when I grew up, because I was the youngest of so many siblings that everyone doted on me, especially your papa. He let me sleep in his bed every night, because I was afraid of a lot of things growing up and whenever he couldn't sleep, I would just tell him everything that was on my mind, no matter the time. He never objected", she begins, smiling sadly to herself. "One time Egg and I decided to go on an adventure together and find treasure in the coves around the harbor. We were not allowed to go there unattended, so we snuck away. Mind you, I was five and couldn't even swim, neither could Egg. Your papa saw us sneak out and followed, catching us right when we were about to climb into the caves. It would have been a disaster, because it was high tide and the caves would have been flooded shortly after. Daeron was so angry with Egg for dragging me along and so worried that the next day he took both of us to the beach and taught us how to swim. I was very good at it quite quickly, but Egg paddled like a dog and kicked your papa in the chin several times, until he got the hang of it."

[whatsbehindthefacade]

Vaella wriggles a little, getting herself comfortable on her aunt's lap, the tunic hugged to her chest. Thumb finds its way to her mouth, a habit that she had outgrown some years ago, but which has crept back in a little since Daeron's death. No one has had the heart to try and correct her; how could they? She's only eight years old, a little girl who has lost her father and whose world has turned upside down, a fact which she now has to try and process. No, no one will deny her a little extra comfort, not in times like these, certainly not something so harmless.

Violet eyes look up at her aunt, so similar to her father's, though perhaps the slightest shade darker. The hand rubbing circles on her back is soothing, and Vaella relaxes into it a little, a bit more settled now that she has a replacement for what was lost and that she has been promised stories of the man she had loved so dearly.

It is of no surprise to Vaella that her aunt had slept in her father's room. More often than not she had ended up there too, finding comfort and reassurance in his hugs, and the fact that he was almost always awake. Papa had never minded her telling him random things late at night either, and perhaps it is because it was something he was already used to. The little princess listens with round eyes as the story continues, at the thought of her aunt and uncle almost getting into trouble, and papa then teaching them to swim, "Pa-Papa taught m-me to swim t-too..."

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@goldandcinders asked: "I'm no wiser than you are. But I do know that I love you. I've always loved you." (aure to baby brother matarys 😭)

"I love you too!" Matarys beams brightly up at his sister. He's not entirely sure what has brought this confession on, or if something he doesn't know about has happened, or maybe if it is simply a spur of the moment decision, but he takes it anyway, unfazed, and after a moment of grinning, throws himself forward to hug her tight around her middle. Matarys loves his sister dearly, and his brother too, and he is certainly no stranger in showing it.

"Besides, I think you're very wise," the young boy continues, looking up at her with an impish look, "Though maybe not as wise as Papa. Or Uncle Aerys. Sometimes I think he might have a book actually stuck to his hand. I don't think I've ever seen him without one, have you?"

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@gachcuid | continued from here

One of the best things about coming to visit her grandparents, Vaella thinks, is the extra option for whose bed to sneak into when she decides she does not want to sleep alone. It hadn't been difficult, padding across the corridor to her grandparents' room and clambering up onto the bed, snuggling down between the two of them. Grandpa is still fast asleep, but grandma wakes, and Vaella grins toothily as their noses are rubbed together. The storm rages outside, but in here it is warm and safe and she can snuggle close underneath the blankets quite contentedly.

There is another clap of thunder, and it would make her jump, except for the fact that it occurs at the exact same time as her grandfather lets out a particularly loud snore, and the little girl can't help but dissolve into giggles, hiding her face in her grandmother's shoulder to stifle the sound a little. When she pulls back a bit, there's a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "I think gr-grandpa's even l-l-louder than the th-thunder!"

[whatsbehindthefacade]

@praeludio asked: [ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature. / maekar to vaella

Her grandfather's hand is cool against her clammy brow, and Vaella can't help but press into the touch a little, seeking the relief of that coolness, even as she shivers at the same time. Like her father, she's never been a sickly child, despite her small stature, but when she does become ill, it tends to hit her harder. A blessing and a curse in equal measures, for it is a rare occurrence indeed, but that does not make it any easier to cope with when it does occur.

There had been so many plans for their visit to Kings Landing. A hope that it might lift her father's spirits for one, but also spending time with family. Uncle Aemon has come with them, and both Uncle Aegon and Aunt Rhae have promised to come too, though they won't be here for a few days yet. Vaella had been looking forward to playing with her cousins, to exploring with them and making their own adventures, but it seems that any adventures may be restrained to within the four walls of her chambers, and the immediate vicinity.

Whimpering softly, Vaella curled into her grandfather's chest a little more, half hiding her face in his shoulder, little hand gripping on tight to the collar of his tunic, seeking comfort. Grandfather is strong and big, and he'll protect her, just like papa, she knows this. "I don't feel good..."

[wcrriorhearts]

"We all have dreadfully complicated names. I remember how stumped I got every time I had to write about King Jaehaerys", Rhae muses and smiles at her niece, trying to take her insecurity away. She is doing a lot better than she used to and quite fond of her new tutor, which is good. Learning is a lot easier when the teacher is kind. Rhae hated her Septa for most of her childhood, until the woman succumbed to the Spring Sickness and was replaced by another, who was a lot more fun and adept at keeping Rhae entertained in her lessons.

"Wonderful then", she announces and takes out a new piece of parchment to hand to Vaella. "Now you need only copy what you have already written and then we can draw him something nice. Do you think I should draw something too? It's been a long time since I crafted something for your papa. I used to when I was a little girl myself and he also hung it up in his chambers. Aerion always made fun of him for it, but I loved it", she chuckles and briefly glances over at her own daughter to make sure the little one is still asleep.

[whatsbehindthefacade]

"...I d-don't think I can sp-spell that one..." Vaella giggles a little. That one seems far too complicated still, though she supposes she should try hard to learn it soon. It is the name of one of her cousins after all, but there's just so many letters and they all seem to mash together a lot of the time. She'll stick to the easier names for now, and work her way back up to that one in the future with some practice.

Taking the piece of parchment, Vaella very slowly and carefully begins to copy the letters across, remembering the 'a' this time, little tongue poking out from between her teeth in concentration. She wants it to look really good, so that it will make papa smile when he sees it and he will be ever so proud of her, though he says that he's always proud of her. Nodding enthusiastically, the little girl grins, "I'm go-gonna d-draw me and pa-papa, and you c-can draw you!"

[darkhearted]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ* ARRANGED MARRIAGE SENTENCE STARTERS 3.0

arranged marriage themed starters based on this, only revamped and with many added lines! change pronouns, names, or make any other adaptations as needed!

UNHAPPY MATCHES

❝ I would rather die than marry the likes of you. ❞

❝ I will run away! I won’t accept this marriage! ❞

❝ I cannot accept this. I will not marry them – my heart belongs to someone else. ❞

❝ Please – please do not make me wed them! ❞

❝ Anyone else would be better! Please, I know you can find me a better match! ❞

❝ I will never love you! ❞

❝ It isn’t fair! I don’t even know them! ❞

❝ Why him? Can't I marry [name] instead? ❞

❝ He doesn't want me, nor I him. Why force us to marry? ❞

❝ Find me another bride. Any other bride. ❞

❝ I don't want to marry him and go to the other side of the realm, away from everything and everyone I have ever known. ❞

❝ She is not the bride I want. You know that. ❞

❝ She is as pretty as a painting, and lovely in every sense, I'm sure. So give her to a husband who will love her, and let me have the one my heart desires. ❞

❝ I agreed to it for an alliance, and her family failed to deliver. I will not marry her. ❞

❝ I'm a prince of the realm, even if I'm not heir to the throne. This match is beneath me. ❞

❝ I will not accept a bride that is not of our lineage. Our ancient blood is not to be mixed with the blood of other men. ❞

❝ Why must I marry the enemy for the sake of an alliance? Why am I the adequate sacrifice to make? ❞

❝ She hates me, she hates all of our family, and for good reason. Don't make me marry her. ❞

❝ My entire family is dead because of his. His entire family is dead because of mine. Do you truly believe marrying us will be enough? ❞

❝ Joining our two bloodlines solves nothing. There is no undoing the bloodshed between us. ❞

❝ He loved her. He will never love me. ❞

❝ Go through with it and you're sentencing him to death. I do not jest when I say I will rid myself of him sooner or later. ❞

DUTY

❝ Do not touch me! I only married you for duty, stay away from me! ❞

❝ I shall fulfill my duty, but that is all. Please do not touch me unless you must. ❞

❝ I do not care what you want, we did not marry out of love. ❞

❝ We are only marrying because I need an heir. What you do and with who beyond that does not matter to me. ❞

❝ Even though I have been told this would be my duty my entire life, I still can’t quite accept it. ❞

❝ You knew this day would come. People like us only marry for duty, dear. ❞

❝ Love is not the priority for the likes of us. ❞

❝ Marrying for love is a delusion. ❞

❝ Ours is a union of duty. You would do well to remember that. ❞

❝ Every good child knows: duty before your heart’s desire. ❞

❝ I shall marry you only because I must. ❞

❝ Even if we married for duty, our union can still become one of true love. ❞

❝ Duty brought us together, but it is love that will make this bearable. ❞

❝ I do not have to like it, only to fulfill my duty. ❞

❝ I know you wouldn't have chosen me, as I wouldn't have chosen you. But it's our duty to see this through. ❞

❝ I have to place duty first. It's what is expected of me. ❞

❝ I have been betrothed to him for years. I have to do my duty, even if I yearn to be with you instead. ❞

❝ This will be more bearable if we both fulfill our duties. ❞

❝ I am not what you wanted, but I swear to you I shall fulfill my duties as your husband as well as I can — and leave you alone as much as you wish, should that be your preference. ❞

LOVE

❝ Love can be built, too. And if you’re willing, I would like to try and learn to love you. ❞

❝ I do not care about power and wealth. I want to marry for love. ❞

❝ A marriage is a marriage – love or arranged. Both require the same level of commitment. ❞

❝ My father used to say the strongest loves are built by choice, not by chance. ❞

❝ Do you believe in love at first sight? I think I’m already in love with you. ❞

❝ You will learn to love. You have to be determined to grow a love that will sustain your marriage for a lifetime.  ❞

❝ We were friends once, do you remember? I know much has happened since, but there was fondness between us before. Perhaps there may yet be love, one day. ❞

❝ I know there is blood and war between us, that we have both lost much, but I do not wish for either of us to feel like this union is a prison. I wish for love — or respect, at the very least. ❞

❝ We are the last ones alive after years of war. This match was meant to unify our enemy bloodlines and end the conflict, no more — so why is it I find myself caring for you? ❞

❝ Your mother and I married for love, but we are the exception, not the rule. ❞

❝ I want to elope, like mother and father did. ❞

❝ We are already betrothed — why not marry right now? ❞

❝ We were meant for each other from the moment we were born. I would make you my wife right this instant, should that be your wish. ❞

❝ I hadn't dared dream an arranged match would find me a wife I now love more than life itself. ❞

❝ If I believed such things, I would say we were always meant to be. ❞

❝ My betrothed is sweet — but I long for deep, passionate, all-consuming love, not sweet. ❞

❝ If you want my love, show me your devotion. ❞

❝ Is it evil that I'm unsure I can love him? He is perfectly suitable, but... ❞

❝ I do not think he can love me. We get along well enough, but something is missing. ❞

❝ We have fire in our blood. There will never be love between us if he fears the flames. ❞

❝ The sea is in our blood. He can only love me if he is brave enough to navigate the waves. ❞

❝ We are rulers of the skies. How could he ever love someone who lacks her own wings? ❞

STRIFE

❝ You refuse me to give yourself to a peasant?! ❞

❝ I understand not wanting me, but favoring a commoner instead? I should kill him for daring to get close to you. ❞

❝ You are mine now. Act properly. ❞

❝ Who you loved before is meaningless. We are married now, and your lover will remain in the past. ❞

❝ I am your wife! I will not be humiliated like this. ❞

❝ Do not forget who I am, my lord. Married though we may be, I'm a crown princess still — and my family shall not take kindly to you mistreating me. ❞

❝ Am I so inadequate as your wife that you need to seek another's bed? ❞

❝ I know peace and politics dictated our marriage, but must you avoid me so? ❞

❝ Leave me be. I fulfill my marital duties as required, but I am not bound to give anything more. ❞

❝ You did not want me, and I did not want you. We agreed on that. So why are you so offended I enjoy the company of another when you yourself do the same? ❞

❝ What do you wish of me, husband? Is it not enough to have the last of my living kin locked in her chambers? To sit the throne you have taken from my father? What more can you desire from me? ❞

❝ I hate this place. It will never be home, and I will never love you. ❞

❝ You are my wife. I would not see my lady wife looking miserable for all court to see. ❞

❝ You are my queen. Do you realize how many other maidens would kill to be in your place, even as you sulk about it? ❞

❝ My own brother, taking my wife to bed? I did not expect such a betrayal from the two of you. ❞

❝ My sister was the better option, I know. You would have preferred she was the one given to you, but alas, we cannot always have what we want. ❞

❝ The man I most despise in this world, and you see it fit to spend time in his company?! I cannot accept it from my betrothed. ❞

❝ You are my betrothed. I would know what you were doing with him. ❞

❝ My lord should know I will not take kindly to mistresses once we are wedded. ❞

❝ You are mine — or will be, soon enough. Do not dare even look at another. ❞

❝ This was my home once, and you ruined it. ❞

ARRANGEMENTS

❝ You will not give my only child to that monster! ❞

❝ It's insulting that you would even suggest a match so beneath my daughter. ❞

❝ She is a princess. She won’t be wed to someone lesser. ❞

❝ You marry our daughter to whomever you desire, when my corpse is cold in my grave, husband. ❞

❝ He will marry the one we chose, not that peasant! ❞

❝ Wed your son to my daughter, or my daughter to your son — better yet, both. Our bloodlines should be joined as one. ❞

❝ Our daughters and your sons. Wouldn't it be lovely to have them wedded? ❞

❝ My granddaughter should sooner slit that man's throat than share his bed. I should advise her to do just that. ❞

❝ My daughter will marry him, for the good of the realm. I do not care how old he is. ❞

❝ You will do as you’re told and marry them! ❞

❝ We picked the best match available for you. ❞

❝ It is the best we managed. I am sorry you don’t like them, but there was no other way. ❞

❝ You are a princess. You will have to agree to a match eventually. ❞

❝ There are so many good proposals! How come none is to your tastes? ❞

❝ Our bloodline must continue, and for that, you need to marry and have heirs. ❞

❝ I will never let them ship you off to a stranger. ❞

❝ You will not be sold for power like I was. ❞

❝ I won’t let them trade you for their alliance! ❞

❝ The arrangement was made when you were both still children. It is much too late to go back on it. ❞

❝ Only kings would be worthy of you. We will accept no less on your behalf. ❞

❝ It is a good match, better than expected. You will marry her. ❞

❝ My daughter will not marry him. I do not care that he's a prince, nor that it could aid in building peace. That boy will not have her. ❞

❝ I do not care if you would go through with it. I would die before letting that boy have you — better yet, I would rather kill him. ❞

❝ They did not honor their word. I know that for years you expected to marry him, but we are calling off the betrothal. ❞

❝ She will make a fine queen and a fine mother. And she is the only adequate match for you besides, whether you like it or not. ❞

❝ We need to find a suitable match for her, before she brings dishonor upon herself. ❞

❝ They have been betrothed for years. It is time we marry them, I should think. ❞

❝ You shall be wedded soon. His claim will be more secure with suitable heirs of his own. ❞

BEGINNINGS

❝ You are not at all what I imagined. ❞

❝ I know you hold no love for me. How could you when we are practically strangers? And I know we may never come to love each other, but we can at least be friends. ❞

❝ The descriptions I heard did not do justice to your beauty. ❞

❝ You are lovely. I am lucky you are to be wed to me. ❞

❝ I must admit I expected far worse from an arranged marriage. ❞

❝ I want to know you better if we are to be wed. Tell me about the things you like. ❞

❝ Am I not what you expected? ❞

❝ You seem disappointed… I may not be as handsome as you expected, but I shall never treat you unkindly. ❞

❝ This is your home too, now. You are free to go wherever you wish. ❞

❝ How odd we have been betrothed for so long but never saw each other before our wedding day. ❞

❝ It's good, to finally put a face to the name I heard spoken so often. ❞

❝ What can I possibly do to thaw the ice surrounding my lovely bride? ❞

❝ I have not seen you smile since we met, princess. What grave sin have I committed to be met with such derision? ❞

❝ I loathe to admit that even your traitor's blood cannot diminish how beautiful you are. ❞

❝ Beautiful, as well as clever. Were you not the usurper's daughter, I may have come to love you. ❞

❝ So very charming. Were you not sitting my father's throne, I may have taken some liking to you. ❞

❝ We've met before, I know, I know. But can we not make this a new beginning? ❞

❝ I should like to put our differences behind us, difficult though it may be. We are to be wedded, after all. Let this be a new beginning. ❞

❝ I hope, in time, this will be your home. ❞

❝ Know that I shall fulfill every duty to you, as your wife. ❞

❝ I know there are prettier brides, but I'll do all that is expected of me most dutifully. ❞

THE MATCHED

❝ In just a few days I will be wed to someone I never met. ❞

❝ It's so odd to think my entire life will change so fast. A person I don’t even know, bound to me for life. ❞

❝ I know they plan to marry me off to someone soon, even if no one said a thing yet. ❞

❝ How could you agree to this without even asking me what I want? ❞

❝ I do not wish to leave home. My betrothed lives in such a different place… ❞

❝ We have been promised to each other for years, and yet we have never met. ❞

❝ They are deciding your life for you! How can you simply accept it?! ❞

❝ There is no reason to make a fuss. I have known for years that someday I would be married to some stranger my family found suitable. ❞

❝ What do you think your betrothed will be like? ❞

❝ Who do you think they'll marry us to? ❞

❝ What do you think of your betrothed so far? You two seemed to get along. ❞

❝ He is so gallant! I hope they choose him for me. ❞

❝ Wouldn't she make a lovely bride? I would not mind marrying her. ❞

❝ I begged mother to marry [name] instead, but she didn't do anything to change my fate. ❞

❝ I begged them to marry you instead. I know we could have been happy together. ❞

❝ I'm glad you are the one they chose for me. ❞

❝ Were it anyone else, I might rebel. You, I shall gladly marry. ❞

❝ We have been promised for years. Shouldn't we be married already? ❞

❝ I know it is the way of things, but to have a betrothal announced like that... I wasn't expecting it. ❞

❝ He was wedded once before. How can I ever live up to the wife he had before? ❞

❝ What is my betrothed like? ❞

❝ Do I have any say on it? At least give me options and allow me to choose. ❞

FOR THE FAMILIES

❝ Through them, we shall finally join our bloodlines! ❞

❝ Our children make quite the pair. I am glad they seem to get along so easily. ❞

❝ It's a bitter thing, to join hands after everything. More bitter still that it is at the cost of my child's happiness. ❞

❝ Pray your child treats mine well. I will not abide anything less. ❞

❝ He is kind, brave, gentle, strong. Your daughter will be in good hands. ❞

❝ She makes a lovely bride. Lovelier than he deserves. ❞

❝ Poison would be best, but hard to come by. Slit his throat in his sleep and rid yourself of the filth they forced you to marry. ❞

❝ I cannot do as you wish, my love. That decision is beyond me. ❞

❝ As women, we control so little of our fate. ❞

❝ You will one day be his lady, and occupy my place as head of the house alongside your lord husband. A great responsibility, but one I know you shall bear well. ❞

❝ My daughter is what I have of most precious. I pray you cherish her as she deserves. ❞

❝ No alliance will make me accept you as family. You are undeserving of my child. ❞

❝ The king may have ruled in favor of this match, but I have half a mind to slay you where you stand before you can get anywhere near my daughter. ❞

❝ I don't care for peace, I will not give my daughter to the likes of you. ❞

❝ My son will have a fitting queen. Nothing less will suffice. ❞

❝ Sweetling, there's no need for tears. We may not marry for love, but we learn to bear it. ❞

❝ My gentle boy. Would that you could live the romance your heart yearns for. ❞

❝ This will be hard, but if anyone can make it work, I know you can, my child. ❞

❝ None of us could hope to be half as charming as you. If you wish to gain your husband's affection, I'm certain you will succeed. ❞

❝ Do you truly think I'd let my child be married to a monster? Of course I got rid of him. ❞

❝ There is bad blood between our families, but I promise you shall never be treated unkindly here. ❞

❝ Now that you two are wedded, I am hoping for grandchildren soon. ❞

AMBITION AND ALLIANCES

❝ A title is all I am to you. Don't pretend otherwise. ❞

❝ You married me for my claim, I know that! I just thought, given time, we could grow to be fond of each other. ❞

❝ Remember what is at stake. Peace relies on our union. ❞

❝ Both our lands benefit from our match – and I know you will be a good queen. ❞

❝ We were wed for an alliance, but this doesn’t need to be terrible. We can at least be friends. ❞

❝ I married you for your title. I do not care for love. ❞

❝ It would be naive to think a single union will end decades of conflict. This is just the beginning. ❞

❝ They found me someone rich to marry! I will finally have everything I want. ❞

❝ I do not care my betrothed is not handsome – I only care that he is rich. ❞

❝ With this match, I will be queen. ❞

❝ Our marriage strengthens your claim. They cannot quest your heirs, undoubtedly of pure, old blood. ❞

❝ I would marry anyone to become royalty. ❞

❝ This will save our house from doom. ❞

❝ Our son remains unmarried. We may yet use this to form a valuable alliance. ❞

❝ What we decide here is the future of the realm. It needs to be a carefully considered match. ❞

❝ You gained a bride of undisputed lineage for your son. We gained a crown for our daughter. A superb arrangement for all involved, I dare say. ❞

IMPOSSIBLE LOVES

❝ My heart is yours, but we cannot be together. My family would never agree to a match like this. ❞

❝ I too am in love with someone else, but they will never allow me to marry my beloved. Why don’t we make an agreement? ❞

❝ The match is already made but I cannot accept it. I love you! ❞

❝ It is you I love! I could not bear to be with them instead. ❞

❝ Marrying them will give the realm peace. I have to agree to the match, even if you are the one I truly love. ❞

❝ I will never love him as much as I love you. ❞

❝ You would be my choice — but you know the choice is not mine to make. ❞

❝ I'm the heir to the throne. I cannot give up on everything for love. ❞

❝ My father wrote. He said... he said — I am to be married. To — oh gods, he wants to marry me to your brother. ❞

❝ Marry me. I care not if you are beneath my station, I want you. ❞

❝ Would you still have me? I love you, but I know the match made for you would be better. ❞

❝ If you do love me as I love you, marry me. Now. ❞

❝ They cannot make me marry him if we are married already. ❞

❝ You're a prince. We can surely find someone who will agree to wed us if you ask. ❞

❝ Marry me. Your betrothed can do nothing if I've already taken you to wife. ❞

❝ I'll duel him for your hand. ❞

❝ They already whisper about us. Why deny ourselves the pleasure when we're already condemned for the sin? ❞

❝ Only a [family name] can love a [family name]. ❞

❝ As much as I love you, I have nothing. I could give you nothing but my love. ❞

❝ If I can't have you, I shall love only the gods. ❞

❝ If I cannot have her, I shall take no wife and father no children. ❞

❝ Do you have any idea of how torturous that would be? To see you every day, knowing you can never be mine? ❞

❝ I'll make you mine. I won't let you be given to anyone else. ❞

❝ Take no wife. Refuse it. Even if we cannot marry, stay with me. ❞

❝ Promise me you'll never love her. Promise me your heart will remain mine. ❞

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` * 𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 : a mix of dialogue and action prompts. sent "+ reverse" to reverse the roles.

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

➔ you're gonna be okay , just keep your eyes on me. ➔ don't move - you're going to make it worse. ➔ it's not that bad. ➔ you saved me once before , now it's my turn. ➔ you fucking idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. ➔ i told you not to do that! now look! ➔ you're lucky that i know basic first aid , or you'd be dead! ➔ stay with me, okay? stay awake. ➔ i'll be as gentle as i can be , i promise. ➔ you're bleeding - oh my god , you're bleeding. ➔ you told me it was a scratch , this is not a fucking scratch! ➔ there's so much blood. ➔ next time you want to play here , just don't. ➔ stop fighting me and let me help! ➔ you're banned from doing anything remotely dangerous. ➔ you could have died , what were you thinking? ➔ if you die on me , i'm going to be pissed off. ➔ you didn't have to be so reckless just to prove a fucking point. ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar.

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ carry ] sender carries receivers muse to safety after finding them injured. [ stitch ] sender stitches receivers wound. [ hand ] sender holds receivers hand during a painful procedure. [ wound ] sender cleans receivers wounds with gentle and shaky hands. [ panic ] sender panics while trying to stop receiver's bleeding. [ patch ] sender patches receiver up using makeshift materials (i.e. torn shirt). [ fire ] sender drags receiver out of a burning building. [ pressure ] sender puts deep pressure on receivers wound while yelling for help. [ mouth ] sender gives receiver mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. [ change ] sender helps receiver change out of bloodied clothes. [ wash ] sender helps wash dried blood off of receivers face. [ shower ] sender helps receiver shower after an injury. [ broken ] sender tries to stabilize receivers broken limb with rope and sticks.