Agreed! The music video is awesome too!!
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Peter dismounted from his horse and handed one of the stable-hands the reins. His mind wandered to what Persephone said, it gave him an immense amount of sadness that she thought she couldn't be anything else. He wished that he could just snap his fingers and the Princess would disappear. He didn't mean to be cruel, she seemed like a fine girl but it was just he cared for someone else more. The Prince glanced over at Persephone and he could tell that she was just as disappointed as he was at the fact that their adventure was over. He had hoped that no one had noticed that they had been gone. He would never want to get Persephone in trouble when it was his idea for the outing after all. "Come let's get inside before we both catch a cold," he said with a teasing smile as he started towards the castle doors where the warmth awaited them. Their ride in the rain had left him with a slight chill so he was eager to make his way inside. The Prince held the door open for Persephone as they entered the hallway by the breakfast room. Then without warning a guard came hurrying down the hallway towards Peter, "Your highness! Your parents request your presence in the throne room," he said stiffly before going back the way he had come from. "I'll be right back," he muttered to Persephone before heading off to the throne room where he promptly opened the doors to reveal his parents sitting on their lavish thrones. "Son, I have some news," said the King cutting right to the point. "The wedding is being moved up to two days from now," he said with a smile waiting for Peter's reaction. All he could feel was the pit of dread curling up in his stomach, how could this have happened? Surely his father knew that he had only barely met the princess? Yet of course this was all political motives like everyone of his life choices was. Peter wiped his palms on his pants as he felt his mouth go dry and his stomach churn at the thought of marrying the Princess so soon. He certainly wasn't ready for that kind of commitment and he doubted that she was either. "Father, don't you think it's a little premature?" he asked keeping his voice stable as he watched his father. "No, the decision is final. Now you better start making some plans," said the King simply leaving the silence to stretch between them for Peter turned on his heel and walked out. His head was full of so many emotions frustration, bitterness, and sadness that he could never actually marry for love. Now he would be stuck in an emotionless marriage to a Princess who hardly even cared for him at all. He clenched his fists tempted to thrust his fist into one of the walls just to let his emotions loose. He made his way back to Persephone almost not wanting to break the news in fear of ruining the whole day.
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It took all her strength not to collapse against Elias's shoulder and just let out all her worries as he let her into one of the more secluded corners. She was surprised that he had sensed the shift in her mood so quickly then again he seemed to always be able to read her emotions. Violet bit her lip hard to keep the tears from spilling down her cheeks once again, perhaps the pain could help break the trainwreck of emotions she was experiencing in the exact moment. "It's the wedding. Their moving it to two days from now," she said her voice sounding strangled as she spoke those painful words, words she thought she would never have to say. "Oh God Elias, I'm not ready. I'm not ready to marry a man I don't love, what happened to all those dreams of marrying for love? I-i don't know if I can go through with this, I know I have to, but how? How can marry your brother who I hardly even know and who probably hates me because I ruined his every chance at happiness?" she said softly the pained words kept coming from her lips as she sunk down against the wall a single tear escaping down her cheek. Violet knew that arranged marriages were just a way of life but somehow she had a sliver of hope that things would be different for her. But oh what a fool she was to believe that any of her hopes and dreams would ever come true. She glanced up at Elias, pain in her eyes. She knew that she shouldn't be here with him, that she should be focused on trying to salvage any relationship she had with Peter but somehow she couldn't bear to leave and face the harsh reality alone.
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Agreed, Henry Cavill is amazing! I was watching the Oscars and he was announcing one of the categories and I died a little inside when I heard his perfect british accent. XD
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Right!? He's just too perfect.
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(Eek! I completely forgot about this thread, sorry for not replying.)
I blinked my eyes in the darkness as the carriage rolled softly on wheels underneath of us. If I had to guess I would have said that I had only managed to sleep for a couple of hours and I was surprised that I was even awake with how exhausted I had been. I moved the velvet curtains aside to peer out at the crescent moon, the moonlight casting a streak across the dark interior of the carriage. I pushed the curtains shut once more and glanced at Tess's restless form, I wondered if she had actually been able to sleep at all. Stifling a yawn, I leaned back against the plush cushions once more when suddenly the carriage lurched to an abrupt nearly catapulting me into the other seat. I heard the whisper of voices and a loud thump as footsteps grew closer to our side of the carriage. I gripped the seat tightly afraid to open the window in fear of what I would see in the darkness. Then without warning the door was thrust open causing the frigid wind to hit me like a slap in the face. The figure that stood before us was cloaked all in red, his eyes dark and menacing. "What do you want?" I yelled trying not to show any of the tremendous fear I felt building up inside of my chest. The figure stayed silent as he grabbed my arm and forcefully dragged me out of the carriage. I let out a scream hoping someone could hear my cries but there was only the echo of the forest. I did the best I could to kick my attacker, anything to get away from this wretched nightmare but it was to no avail. Soon a wet rag smelling strangely of chemicals was thrust against my mouth as I descended into the darkness.
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Tracking! <3
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"I'll be alright. I just received some rather surprising news that the wedding is to be moved up to two days from now," said Peter with a frown. Just thinking about the whole occasion make him both melancholy and angry at the same time. He was melancholy about the fact that he was supposed to marry this princess that he hardly even knew and he probably wasn't the least bit interested in the prospect of love. He was angry at the fact that his parents had given him no choice in the whole d*mn affair. Yes, she would be a polite and kind wife but there would always be a lack of joy in their relationship knowing their union was born out of duty not pure love. He could hardly stand the fact that he was going to live the rest of his life with a woman who hardly cared for him as a friend let alone a lover. He sighed trying to brush the gloomy thoughts from his head. "But enough about that, let's go to the library and grab some tea shall we? Or do you have somewhere to be?" he asked with a light smile. He didn't want Persephone to leave because without her presence he would be left to fend off his depressing thoughts all while plans of the wedding would consume him. He was so tempted to just flee the castle and leave the rest of things to fall in place but he knew he could never do that, it would be so utterly selfish and he knew he would never forgive himself for it. He knew also that eventually he would have to talk to Violet about what she thought about the wedding, he hoped she detested it in the same way he did but of course she could always fall into the emotional spectrum of a giddy bride. He certainly hoped not because she was being chained to him in this marriage just as he was being chained to her and he doubted she wanted her freedom cut short either.
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"Thank you," she murmured as she allowed Elias's soothing words to settle into her thoughts, he always seemed to know the right things to say. "And for the record, you are not selfish in fact you are probably the most selfless person I know," said Violet with a weak smile her eyes meeting his. But when he spoke the word friend there was almost a physical pain that echoed in her heart and she found herself wishing that she hadn't gotten into this whole mess at all. Then again if she had never gone to the ball then she would have never met Elias and her life would have been a whole lot dimmer. She supposed things could be worst that she could be marrying a cruel, cold man but somehow marrying someone like Peter seemed just as bad. It wasn't about his personality it was that they would never find the love people were meant to have. They could possibly develop mutual affection for one another but never true love like people did when they chose their own spouses. But that was the price you had to pay for being royal, sacrifice your happiness for duty. She wished things would change but it seemed now that everything was written in stone. She glanced up at Elias "I don't think I can thank you enough for being there for me but you know you need to do things for yourself also. As much as you want me to be happy I want you to be happy, I hope you know that," she said softly. She hoped that she and Elias would never have to go separate ways and that could still remain friends, if that was what they really were. Yet she knew someday that he would go off and have to find a wife of his own and thought him leaving caused her heart to ache a little bit more. How could a future that once seemed so clear have turned so murky and uncertain?
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No worries! I totally understand all the homework and sports. I just wanted to bump the thread to keep it alive because Iove this plot so much.
I'll probably reply in day or so due to sports (I play tennis) taking up most of my time. Don't worry about your inactivity it happens to me too. -
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(Eep! Sorry for not replying I've been really busy with sports and homework)
"Don't worry I'll take care of it. I'll be right back," said Peter as he hurried down the corridor towards the servants wing attempting to think of some excuse to get Persephone out of her duties at least for a little while longer. Before long he ran into the housekeeper hurrying down the halls, she quickly came to a firm stop as soon as she saw Peter. "Is there something I can do for you, your highness?" she asked her cheeks ruddy from the exertion of scrambling around the corridors. "Yes actually there is. The library is in great need of dusting so I have assigned one of your servants to the task and I fear she shall be occupied for the rest of the evening," he stated smoothly telling only the smallest lie. It was true that Persephone would be in the library, just not dusting. He couldn't even imagine anyone even cleaning that room it was so ancient. "Very good, your highness," said the heavy-set woman with a quick curtsey before hurrying back in the other direction towards the kitchens. As soon as the corridor was clear he made his way back to where he had left Persephone standing, "It's done. I told her you would be dismissed from your duties for the rest of the evening," said the Prince with a mischievous grin. "We better be on our way before she catches us," he said as he started walking towards the library motioning for her to follow. He hoped she would enjoy the room as much as he did. It was one of his favorite places in the castle, a place where he could relax in a chair and escape into another world or another time period. He pushed open the great oak door leading to the library before stepping inside the massive room. From wall to wall every surface was shelves of books, their golden bindings glinting in the warm lamp light beckoning the reader to come closer and open up the spellbinding pages. There were also rolling ladders that ascended upwards so that a reader could choose any book of their hearts desire. The room was lightly furnished with a few leather chairs and multitude of reading lamps that provided a gentle glow to the room. "So do you like it?" he asked with a smile as he turned to Persephone gauging her reaction.
(Basically the whole time I was describing the library I was thinking of one in Beauty and the Beast XD)
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Violet blushed when he said that he wanted to all to himself. It seemed like those honest words that he had spoken had somehow broken some sort of invisible barrier between them. She desperately wished she reciprocate those words back to him and be able to tell Elias just how much he meant to her but alas she could not. Thoughts of the wedding loomed in her head and she knew if she expressed her true feeling she would only end up breaking Elias's heart when it came time to marry Peter. And that was something that she simply couldn't bear. She merely gave him a warm smile hoping it was enough to disguise her frustration inside about how much she wanted tell to him that she cared about him. Of course a smile would never be enough, the truth was always better but right now she couldn't bear initiate someone else's pain spurned from her own sense of heartbreak. "No, I don't think there is anything else I want to do. Unless you have something in mind?" she asked hoping that he had an idea or else she would be forced to go confront Peter about the wedding and she knew that would spur her melancholy all over again. She sighed trying to ignore the fact that the wedding was getting closer and closer and the fact that soon she would be married to a man she didn't love. She hated the fact that she was so helpless in a situation she once thought was so perfect and clear.
(After your reply we can timeskip to wedding if you want or we can just let things play out. It's up to you. )
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Hi Finny! I can do an Originals, Gossip Girl, or Vampire Diaries plot. I don't know if it matters but I haven't watched Gossip Girl but I know the basic premise. Also, I've watched the Originals and Vampire Diaries if that helps. If any of those don't work I'll be happy to think of some plots.
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Sounds good. Do you have any specific plots in mind?
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Sure! I've never done a band plot before but I'll definitely give it a shot. Would you like to make the thread or do you want me to? Also, I might be sort of inactive due to sports and school just to let you know.
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Yup more plotting is probably a good idea. XD As for faceclaims it doesn't really matter, I'm fine with pretty much anyone.
I like the touring plot or we could do something where one of band members got kicked out and is trying to join another band. I'm sorry I'm not very good at coming up with plots. -
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(Sorry for not replying, I was swamped with homework plus tennis)
I blinked my eyes open slowly in an attempt to clear the fuzziness around the outside of my vision. I rubbed my head feeling a small lump from when I had collapsed on the ground. The room was dark from what I could see and I strained to catch snatches from a conversation going on by the firelight. The men who had took us huddled around the fire for warmth their voices carrying in the quiet night, I heard words like ransom and silver royalty and I immediately stiffened. My breathing became instantly labored once I put the pieces together that these weren't just ordinary highwaymen coming to take our belongings, no these people seemed like they were from a rebellion almost. I bit my lip to calm my breathing as not to draw any attention to myself as I glanced down at my hands, a coarse piece of rope chafing at my wrists and I knew if I struggled then they would soon begin to bleed. There was also a foul smelling rag tied over my mouth in a feeble attempt to stop my screams. But I knew my screams would only get me hurt, worse killed. I glanced over at the unconscious form next to me trying to make out if it was Tess or not. I wished I could shake her so she could get up but with my wrists bound so tightly I had limited mobility. I leaned my head against the thick tree trunk wishing that both Teagan and Cal were here, they would certainly know what to do compared to me who barely knew how to throw a punch. Not that I would pit myself against these men, it seemed one wrong move and I could end up killed. I decided I had better stay quiet before I put any plan to action.
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(Sorry for not replying, I was swamped with homework plus tennis)
I blinked my eyes open slowly in an attempt to clear the fuzziness around the outside of my vision. I rubbed my head feeling a small lump from when I had collapsed on the ground. The room was dark from what I could see and I strained to catch snatches from a conversation going on by the firelight. The men who had took us huddled around the fire for warmth their voices carrying in the quiet night, I heard words like ransom and silver royalty and I immediately stiffened. My breathing became instantly labored once I put the pieces together that these weren't just ordinary highwaymen coming to take our belongings, no these people seemed like they were from a rebellion almost. I bit my lip to calm my breathing as not to draw any attention to myself as I glanced down at my hands, a coarse piece of rope chafing at my wrists and I knew if I struggled then they would soon begin to bleed. There was also a foul smelling rag tied over my mouth in a feeble attempt to stop my screams. But I knew my screams would only get me hurt, worse killed. I glanced over at the unconscious form next to me trying to make out if it was Tess or not. I wished I could shake her so she could get up but with my wrists bound so tightly I had limited mobility. I leaned my head against the thick tree trunk wishing that both Teagan and Cal were here, they would certainly know what to do compared to me who barely knew how to throw a punch. Not that I would pit myself against these men, it seemed one wrong move and I could end up killed. I decided I had better stay quiet before I put any plan to action.
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Sorry for not replying, I'll hopefully reply tomorrow. Also, just a heads up I probably won't be able to too much next week because I'll be out of town.
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I'm sorry, that stinks. The week before spring break there is always so much to do, I hate it. It must be even more stressful for you since you have a job as well, sadly I'm a slacker and don't have a job yet. But hey look on the bright side at least spring break is sort of almost here. Take as much time as you need to reply (after I post XD).
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Today was the day. After hours of waiting the wedding day had finally arrived, Peter knew he should feel excited at the fact of seeing his blushing bride once again. But Violet's face was not the face he wanted to see but he could hardly control any matters in his life anymore. He would just have to grin and bear as his ancestors before he had. It wouldn't be the most awful matter to be married to Violet but she was not the girl who captured his heart. She was nothing to him except a seemingly distant political alliance. He knew it was wrong him to view her as merely a stranger but it was true, here they were on their wedding day and neither knew anything about each other. He had taken care to avoid her before the wedding and he suspected she had done the same, after all they would have a whole lifetime to talk and get to know each other...if that ever happened. He doubted he could open up to her like he had with Persephone, and she didn't seem very forward with her emotions either. The only time the polite mask had slipped off her face was when she expressed her frustration about the night of the ball, a night which seemed like a lifetime ago. He glanced in the mirror once more pushing his combed hair back with one hand as he gazed out the window in frustration. This was not how he pictured his wedding day to be. There was no moments of bliss or excitement, instead everything seemed hollow and empty as if it was a funeral not a joyous occasion. The Prince turned his head to look at the ornate grandfather clock, it was nearly time for what should be the happiest moment of his life but instead filled him with dread. He wondered how his blushing bride was faring, probably not any better than he was. Although she appeared strong he could sense that this lifeless marriage could break the both of them. Then again he was determined not to reveal his emotions, he had to conjure the image of the valiant prince his parents thought him to be.
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Violet stared at the face staring back at her in the mirror, she hardly recognized herself from the red faced, puffy-eyed woman she had been only a few hours ago. It had been a wonder that the maids had hidden the dark shadows and swelling beneath her eyes from a sleepless night filled with tears and heartache. The wedding dress she had chosen was simple but still accentuated her natural curves, the pearl color bringing out the natural flush of her cheeks. Her hair was twisted into an elaborate updo where a exquisite diamond crown sat perched on top of her head. She could hardly believe that the day had arrived, it was so surreal that she was nearly sure that she could pinch herself and wake up from this nightmare. Alas that was not to be because this wedding was certainly a reality, a reality that she could hardly come to terms with. A woman's wedding day was suppose to be the happiest day of her life but instead she felt like she was being condemned to a life without love and forced happiness. She hoped that in time her sense of dread would lessen and that Peter and her could be able to care for each other but she knew that would never be possible especially because of how much she cared for Elias. Elias. The mere name brought a flutter in her heart, she knew that he could help calm her frayed nerves but he was nowhere in sight. Nor did she expect him to show up before the wedding, this was one battle she had to fight alone. Plus she had to force herself to keep her distance from Elias so that the only heart breaking would be her own. Violet sucked in a deep breath to keep the tears from welling up in her dark eyes, she knew she had to be strong in order to go through with the wedding. She had to hide behind a mask and hope that Peter believed that she was as strong as she looked when inside she felt like a bird with a broken wing. In public she would be the loving, blissful princess the people expected but in her solitude her mask would slip causing the pain and heartbreak to be etched across her face as if it was as fresh as the night before. She prayed that Peter could not see behind her mask as Elias did so easily. She had conform to becoming a kind, dutiful life and pretend that she truly loved the man she was about to marry. She had to convince herself that it was for the best and that she could be happy. But those were lies.
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