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Chapter 1?

Dialogue Prompt: “She’s young, fertile, and from a good family. What more do you need to know?”

“Her age.” He persisted.

Soren breathed out a sigh. His eyes flicked down the piece of parchment he was holding; a letter from the dying city of Calchester. His wooden chair creaked as he shifted in his seat, feeling Lucians eyes on him. This was not good.

“Lucian, you need to understand that we have a treaty with the city of Calchester and -”

“I’m not a child Soren i’ve known this since I was ten years old. If you’re not going to give me information about the only-” He paused, hating the next word that would come out of his mouth.

“Princess” He spat the word out. “ that I am allowed to marry….” He trailed off in his anger. Soren could see the the torch hung on the wall reflected in Lucians deep brown, and now watery eyes. No, he couldn't watch the prince cry. The advisor looked at him from across his desk cluttered with letters and wax.

“She is twelve.” he said finally, defeated. Lucian shook his head, disgusted.

“Lucian-” The young prince closed his eyes and took a long breath in and a long breath out. His dark curly hair was too long and falling all over his eyes. Stubble grew along his jaw and a slouching tunic shirt exposed his collar bones. At the age of twenty-three the prince was not unattractive, thought Soren. In fact he was quite handsome.

Lucian had looked up finally, having regained some composure. Still, Soren took pity on him.

“I’ll write to them and see if they have another princess you can wed” Soren said, pushing his glasses up further on his nose and pulling out a piece of parchment from the drawer to his left.

The prince, however, was not satisfied.

“Do you love someone, Soren?” The advisor thought immediately of his wife, his eyes moving to the sketch of a Amaryllis that sat on his desk, the only part of his desk he kept organized. The picture of course reminded him of his firstborn daughter given that the flower and her shared a name.

“Of course” He replied, “I love my wife, all of my children…”

“And how would you feel if that was taken away from you.”

“Well I’d- “

“Not only was it taken away from you, but it was taken from you because of a rule made years ago because of a mistake that your great great great grandfather had made”

“Y-you know it's not really like that..” The old man managed to stutter out.

“Yes. It is.” Lucian fired back, feeling more confident now.

“Lucian this is not the first time we have had this conversation I-”

“But you still don’t get it. I love someone. Soren I-”

“And you know you are not allowed to disclose that information to anyone” Soren said quickly, preparing to avert his ears.

Pain was clearly covering the princes face. His eyes squinted slightly as his forehead did the same; an attempt not to cry.

“You know I’ve done everything I can, Lucian, but if the court finds that I have turned down so many princesses I will lose my job for sure. This treaty stretches back for decades... it is very complicated to break.” The prince was deep in thought. “Well I should be returning to my family… Amelia hasn’t been happy with how many late nights I have been working.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle. The prince gave no response. Soren gestured to the letter he had begun to write. “I’ll finish this and send it in the morning.” He stood up and pulled on his coat. He pulled out his pocket watch. “Half-past-ten..”

“Is it really?” The prince said, standing up. It was the first thing he had said in minutes. Suddenly he was out of the door and down the corridor, out of sight from the advisor.

Soren stood in his office alone, surprised at how quickly the prince had left. He took the torch off of the castle wall and sticking his other hand in his pocket, he set off down the corridor.

Soren was happy to live in the castle. As he took his time arriving at the East wing, the living quarters, he admired the artwork strewn about the castle walls. Portraits of the people who lived there, weather royalty or help, and scenery from far off lands.The castle was a peaceful sort of quiet. He could hear the kitchen workers preparing for the town brunch set to take place tomorrow. He considered going in to the kitchen to tell them all to get some rest, but he knew the town brunch was a large job to complete. As he passed under a skylight moonlight shifted over his shoes and he smiled up at the stars. The city of Veritas had once been evil, a mournful place. Soren’s father had been around during that time as an advisor to a king that did not listen to him.  But King Lucius the first had changed all of that. In many ways he was unpopular because he had legally changed his name, unwilling to carry on the evil legacy of his father. But he had made dozens of treaties to repair the damage his father had done, and quickly the city entered a new age, one of peace and growth. It was a very highly coveted job to work and live in the castle and Soren was thankful for his position, no matter how stressful if was right now. His thoughts had brought him to the door of his abode and he hung the torch he carried outside on the wall.

He was greeted with warmth when he entered his home; a stark contrast from the cold that the castle walls seemed to possess during the winter nights. He was delighted to find his youngest son Charlie was still up, resting his head against the mantle and flipping through a book. He would occasionally poke the fire so it would stay alive. Amelia sat at the kitchen table, placing lemon drop cookies in little bags of three or four. On her right was a large tray full of the little bags that had already been filled. On her left was a tray of the cookies awaiting their turn. She looked up when she heard the door close.

“Soren!” A scrape of wood on stone could be heard as she pushed out her chair and came to greet him. Soren looked over to see if Charlie would come greet him, but found that he had fallen asleep. He smiled and he brought his attention back to his wife, a woman of more than fifty years yet still stunningly beautiful. Her hair was a faded red, once fiery like his daughters and with golden brown eyes that reminded him of the way his mother used to smile. Her movements were oddly quirky, something Soren loved. She kissed his cheek and laughed when she pulled away and noted how cold it was.

“Hows our troubled prince this evening?” She asked sitting back down at the table. Soren did the same.

“Well he is troubled.” Soren said reaching for a lemon drop. Amelia smacked his hand.

“No!” she said, “I don’t have any extra dear these are for the brunch tomorrow!” Soren smiled and let his head fall into his hand as he perched an elbow on the table. He chuckled.

“You really are beautiful, especially when you are protecting your lemon drops.” Amelia laughed. Soren remembered the prince once again.

“He keeps on insisting that there is someone he loves.” Soren sighed. Amelia nodded knowingly. “But if I become aware of whom it is I am required to inform the council and...” He trailed off. He knew the girl would be executed but he hated the thought. How could this peaceful kingdom have such a longstanding rule that was so gruesome?

“Have you considered that maybe that is what the prince needs?” Said Amelia, “If the prince doesn’t marry a girl from one of the treaties countries surely Veritas will be taken over.” Soren couldn’t believe his wife was suggesting the execution of an innocent girl. “What is more important? A single girl, most likely a commoner or an entire kingdom? Sure it would still be unfortunate but not many would know….” Soren frowned at how much sense his wife was making. If the prince didn’t change his mind in a week he would have to learn the name of the girl and have her executed.

“Well that's enough for tonight.” Said Soren his heart aching along with the prince. “I’ll bring Charlie to bed.”

As he entered the room he heard a rustling in the corner. He spun around to find his oldest Amaryllis lacing up her boots. She wore a long red cloak and her work dress. She laughed at her father's surprise.

“Hello father.”

“Amaryllis!” He said. “Where are you going so late?”

“Mrs. Rungles” She said without missing a beat. “Charlie keeps teasing me that he can read bigger books than me and well, I need as much practice as I can get. She’s agreed to help me during the nights. I’ll be home before midnight don’t worry” She kissed his cheek and skipped out of the room before her father could say a word.

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Lucian had made it to his room in record time. He had sprinted down the halls of the large castle, disregarding maids and guards that tried to inquire of him. He entered his room and found his assistant sitting at his desk waiting for him.

“Ah, my Prince I was hoping you would return soon, you see I have many duties to attend to tomorrow and I was wondering if you would release me tonight-”

“Go Emer” He said to the middle aged woman. “I’m so sorry I forgot to tell you, I won’t be needing you tonight.” Emer smiled.

“No harm sir I was able to get some things in order for you tonight while you were away.” Lucian glanced at his bed where attire was laid out for him, presumably for the brunch tomorrow.

“Thank you Emer. Now go be with your family.” The woman smiled and picked up her shawl and stack of papers, letting herself out of the room.

Lucian collapsed on his bed. For two months they had been sending him to the advisor attempting to find a princess for him to marry.

“This treaty is to unite the kingdoms” His father had explained. “If we break it it will mean very bad things for the kingdom of Veritas”

His father's words echoed in his head as he stared upward his eyes following the shadows that the torch hung by the door projected on the ceiling. He thought about his mother who had come from the land of Batavia. Had she been forced to marry his father? Did his father love someone else? Why was Soren forbidden to know the name of the girl Lucian loved? Surely if Soren knew he would understand.

His thoughts were interrupted by a quiet knock at the door. Lucian could’ve missed it but he knew that knock well. He couldn’t contain his joy but he knew he had to be quiet. As he opened the door he scooped up the girl and held her so tight she thought she couldn’t breathe. Quickly shutting the door he whispered,

“I thought you weren’t coming tonight”

Amaryllis smiled as she looked into Lucian’s eyes, feet still not touching the floor.

“I’ve found a new excuse.”

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Charlie and Natalia presenting the award for Best Drama at NTA’s 2018

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y'all ever hear a song and just. immediately adopt it into your aesthetic and self like “oh this,, this is me now,,, my whole identity,, is this song”

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AJR’s music has two feelings: 

1. When you’re just the right amount of drunk, at a bar with your best friends, you’re young and having fun. The bass drops on the song in just the right way that your heart soars and you feel the tempo deep in your rib cage, touching your soul. You feel present and happy and full. 

2. You’re sitting on the kitchen floor at 3 AM. The house is all silent, and you’ve just finished having a breakdown. The tears are still drying on your face. You’re in an existential crisis, and it feels like you’re cracking from the inside out. You feel empty and raw and your life is going nowhere. You don’t know who you really are, or what you’re doing here in this life you have. You’re so, so alone, and you feel so small and insignificant in the universe. Another tear falls down your cheek. You don’t try to wipe them away anymore. 

And there’s literally no in between, to be honest. 

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Oh my gosh thank you for sticking up for Cresswell. Kaider is the same age gap, do they realize that?

wait is this what an ask is oh my gosh I've never done this before hey hi hello thank you for saying this wow I feel like I'm participating in the internet how lovely

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so if in the soulmate au the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born imagine having something like ‘man I cant believe dumbledore died’ tattooed on you. imagine being spoiled for a book series that doesnt even exist yet. imagine worrying about this dumbledore guy your whole childhood while not knowing who he is. imagine knowing dumbledore dies before jk rowling even thinks about it.

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I want to give a big thank you to @lovelunarchron because even though she’s having health problems, she’s loyal to her fic followers and still writes awesome stories. Thanks LLC! You keep me in the fandom :)

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Don’t even try 2 tell me that Michael Wheeler did not stay up till 11:11 every night and wish for El to come back do noT TOUCH ME

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To that one fanfic author you are practically dependent on

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Da

Dear Da,

I feel like I failed you, Da.

Who am I kidding? I know I failed you. I absolutely did fail you and I messed up.

All my life, I always wanted to fulfill your shoes. If not that, then make you as happy as you could be. Both you and ma. I thought going to the university would be the icing to the cake, but it turned out that I only ruined the cake. I ruined it. I ruined everything.

I smashed it with my own hands.

I threw it to the wall.

I didn’t even bother wiping the remains of it.

I threw away your funds and your loans. I threw away your dreams and even mine. I threw away all of that hard labor you put out in the farm only to waste it on a fine night worth of harmless gambling.

Well Da, that harmless gambling game turned into all of your money simply… gone. Just like that. In a blink of an eye.

That round one turned into round two.

Then that round two turned into round three.

I couldn’t tell you how many rounds it took for me to eventually be kicked out of the university, Da. It led me to the worst parts of Ketterdam, along with the worst person.

The Barrel and Kaz Brekker.

Long story short since I’m literally shaking my fingers as I form these letters on this piece of paper, I got myself involved in a gang.

I’m a sharpshooter.

I know this is hard to take in. I know this is beyond me making a mistake. I know you’ll be furious with me and you have every right to be.

But please remember that not a day goes buy where I don’t think of you. When I do, the past and the incoming shame come rushing towards me like a massive tidal wave and engulfs me until I’ve suffocated. But the worst part of that suffocation is when I feel that I’m not suffocating anymore, that I’m actually here, doing all of this dirty work for a guy I don’t think I’ll ever be worthy of and to. Living my life like a pushover, continuously losing all of my earnings from gambling because I still haven’t learned my lesson yet. I’m still an addict at heart. That first time was just a dose.

And I took it in.

I took it all in.

In a sense, I ran away from my responsibility as a young man by retreating to the Barrel and the Dregs for a cover-up on the debt. By never ever contacting you again. By not trying hard enough to fight off the gambling and focusing on my studies. Because I know that just the image of your tired, gray eyes that will quickly turn into one of a dead man by his already casket-engraved deadbeat of a son will send me to my inevitable grave more shameful than I should be.

And I want to say I’m sorry Da, but words can’t revive where action has been deprived.

Sincerely, another letter you will never see.

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When your singing in the shower and you know all the words to one song

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tlc characters + hamilton lyrics: the rampion crew 

We’re out gunned 

Out manned 

Out numbered 

Out planned 

We gotta make an all out stand

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another doodle from last night…one of my fave moments

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Wow i'd be like

What if physical boats like appeared when a new “ship” was made, and the more people that shipped it the larger it became ?

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new favorite aesthetic: charlie placing a secure hand on natalia’s back

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You’ve lived your whole life seeing in black and white due to a genetic mutation. Today, you saw one person in color for the first time and you hunt them down to find out why.