#ft isabella

[tooswcctx]

@nghtdsires sent 📬: [ dressing room ] our muses have some fun in a dressing room together

"Do you do this with all your talent?" Isa whispered, pressing Lucy back against the wall of the dressing room which was quickly starting to feel much too small for what she wanted to do. "Or am I just special?"

[willowswriting]

for @itsrogersandco continued from here

"I don't think that I want to screw him anymore." Seleste admitted, voice low with her eyes looking to the ceiling as Isabella dabbed underneath them. There had been a time that Seleste had wanted to save this marriage against all odds but lately her husband had turned into someone that she could no longer stand. "But what options do I have Izzy?" she questioned "I have nothing without him." she spoke, tears starting to form once again where her friend had already dabbed the old ones away.

[plumbogs]

Isabella is in the red and refuses to roll wants that I can feasibly fill. I know you want another grandkid. Send more money to Bianca first. She fulfilled a want to call Romeo. There's no puppies for her to adopt and nobody is flirting with her. Maybe I'll send her on the town for a fling next round if things don't start looking up.

She chased this fucker off after he stole a newspaper only for him to ride the bus home with Beatrice and immediately steal a gnome. I forgot that he lost a fight with her and is out with a vengeance. They're still best friends, he's just a bastard.

Benedick is the second teen to befriend Melody after bringing her home, which is a major accomplishment because she's very shy and serious. I wanted to try to make Beatrice befriend her but she had work all evening. Benedick also has equal chemistry with Melody and Bottom both, which may become interesting. I want to pair his sister off with one of them but she's also incredibly shy and has obnoxious lofty turn-ons.

Bianca came over for chess again. She's always over for chess. She's never over to announce a new grandkid. I made Isabella send her 10k as a "please finish your house and adopt a kid so I don't die alone and depressed and pathetic" fund.

She made time at the very end of her day to right one of many of today's wrongs before almost passing out on the front lawn. The gnome is not worth it I promise. send one of the teens out to get it take a break

BELLA PLEASE COME BACK AND GET YOUR ASSHOLE SON I'M BEGGING YOU

[moonglowmagic]

Where: Still at this damn hospital With: @cantfightmoonlight (Bella Rivas)

“How is Leyla?” Dilan blurted out the second that she saw Bella enter her hospital room. Clearly switching off with her previous visitor. “Is she okay? Is Ken still with her?” Dilan rambled on questioning quickly. Trying to pull herself up into a sitting position so she could get a better look at Bella. “Also I know now is not the best time, but did I see Luna at the party? And well after?” Dilan questioned, wondering if her eyes were playing tricks on her even though Luna wasn’t important to Dilan in the same way as Bella. “I just feel like my brain might have been playing tricks on me after everything that happened.” 

[ofcooke]

@rcyalbella asked: ❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

a slight smile tugged at his lips. in moments like these, patrick cannot help himself from imagining a future with isabella — all the ways they would grow together, the life they could create together. it was a fruitless task, of course, for they did not have a future in the daylight. he was destined to be her secret. sometimes patrick preferred it that way, as he was not ready to lose everything he was risking by being with her. however, at this moment, he wished for something else, something more. perhaps it was selfish and it was certainly self-indulgent, but it did not stop him from wanting her. "i promise," the words leave him in a whisper as he leaned forward, lips pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "there isn't a place on this earth i would rather be, dearest bella."

[fragmcntedsouls]

sender  rests  their  forehead  against  receiver’s . (Cody & Bella)

cody matthews ✦ memes

There was a complete comfort that came from Bella’s action, Cody’s frame instantaneous to relax against her own -- his thoughts calming entirely. Lifting his hand, he rose it to toy with a strand of hair framing her face. “So -- not to be forward or anything, but is that a yes to another date?" he breathed, their lips inches from oneanother as his curved into a subtle smile.

@bellaxgarcia

[biinju]

                      “  eh,  si  no  funciona  es  porque  no  lo  has  deseado  lo  suficiente  ”  pone  la  hipotética  culpa  en  la  mujer.  no  es  más  que  devolver  la  broma,  pues  minju  es  la  primera  en  saber  que,  aunque  realmente  desees  que  algo  ocurra,  puede  que  el  universo  no  te  conceda  tu  deseo.  así  era  la  vida  misma.  “  así  que,  para  evitarlo,  puede  que  quieras  gritar  para  manifestarlo  en  existencia  junto  con  el  lanzamiento  del  globo.  Sólo  para  asegurarte,  claro.  ésas  son  las  reglas  ”  encoge  sus  hombros. 

la italiana observa el globo con una mezcla de sorpresa y curiosidad, inclinando la cabeza mientras sonríe ante la insistencia de su acompañante. nunca había sido de los deseos espontáneos, pero la escena tiene un toque divertido, por lo que tampoco iba a negarse. asiente, tomando el globo de sus manos con un destello de entusiasmo en sus ojos. ' más me vale que funcione. ' bromea, dejando que la idea de un simple deseo se cuele en su mente, aunque si era honesta, no creía mucho en ese tipo de cosas, pero tal vez había algo liberador en dejar que las cosas fueran simples, en lanzarse sin tener todo calculado.

[lilacrespite]

status : closed / ( @isabcllla ) location : at a photoshoot for a clothing brand

               napping   on   set   was   hardly   professional,   but   arlo   couldn't   care   less.   his   manager   had   to   physically   drag   him   out   of   bed   for   any   engagement   that   started   earlier   than   ten   am,   and   after   sitting   in   hair   and   make   up   for   two   hours   and   getting   styled   for   another   two,   all   he   wanted   was   to   back   to   sleep.   the   familiar,   unpleasant   sound   of   her   voice   was   the   last   thing   he   wanted   to   deal   with   at   the   moment.   ❝   nooooooooo,   no   no   no   no.   leave   me   alone.   ❞   he   whined,   turning   on   his   side   without   even   needing   to   confirm   it   was   isa   who   was   his   shoot   mate   for   the   day.   ❝   if   you   have   a   problem   with   what   i'm   wearing   take   it   up   with   the   stylist,   i   didn't   pick   it   out   this   time.   go   call   them   tasteless   or   brave,   i'm   just   here   because   i   have   to   be.   ❞

[tooswcctx]

closed: @fearhidden ( Isabella Herrera & Rhett Barlowe )

"You've got to be fucking - " Isa mumbled to herself as the line went dead, tossing her phone onto the couch in her dressing room only to see a figure appear in the doorway. "What? Can I help you with something or are you here to gloat?" It hadn't been the worst news she'd ever gotten but finding out he was becoming a series regular was far from good news in Isabella's book. More time spent with possibly the most frustrating man on the planet. Lucky her.

[veneumfm]

dance  was  a  thing  of  nell's  past  but  against  doctors'  orders  —  she  still  pushed  herself  to  perform  in  public  events  such  as  this  ,  and  she'd  more  than  likely  feel  it  in  the  morning  however  she  couldn't  deny  herself  the  opportunity  to  get  lost  in  the  music  that  vibrated  through  the  walls  and  floor.  "  you're  doing  the  opposite  ,  bels  !  you  don't  look  like  a  fool  ,  i'd  tell  you  straight  if  you  did.  "  she  reassures  ,  and  continues  to  remain  impressed  with  the  rhythm  the  other  possessed.  "  no  one  else  is  bothered  ,  it's  just  you  and  me  in  this  moment.  "  she  grins  ,  continuing  to  encourage  her  new  friend  to  not  be  afraid  of  the  dance  floor.  "  i  don't  think  ,  i  know  you're  doing  so  well.  i've  taught  many  people  to  dance  ,  and  no  one  has  ever  picked  it  up  so  easily  and  looked  so  effortless  in  their  first  attempt  like  you.  " 

maybe  nell  had  been  quite  confident  in  that  particular  ability.  but  then  again,  bella  wasn't  quite  sure  about  that.  she  was  more  of  a  stay  in  alone  type  than  a  get  out  there  on  the  dance  floor  and  actually  dance  away  type.  "  you  think  so?  because  the  last  thing  that  i  need  right  now  is  to  look  like  i'm  making  a  complete  fool  of  myself  out  there.  "  in  a  way,  she  figured  that  nell  was  right.  people  had  to  of  been  more  focused  on  doing  their  own  thing  than  paying  any  attention  to  what  it  was  that  she  was  doing  out  here.  "  okay,  okay.  i'll  give  you  that  because  the  last  thing  i  want  right  now  is  everyone  else's  attention  on  me.  "  the  reassurance  from  the  other  brunette  was  definitely  helpful  to  slightly  push  her  out  of  her  shell  just  a  tad  bit  than  usual.  "  you  think?  thank  goodness  because  i  feel  like  i  keep  second  guessing  it  over  and  over  in  my  own  head.  "

[ofcooke]

@rcyalbella asked: ❛ be good, and i'll let you fuck me. ❜

a response is on the tip of his tongue, but it never leaves his lips. he needed to bide his time, for they were playing a game of wills. as per usual. isabella's boldness had always intrigued him and despite the risk of their entanglement, kept him coming back to her. he moved closer toward her before pulling her close against him, turning her around so that her back pressed against his chest. a gentle hand brushed her hair behind her air before he leaned forward. "what is good for the spider is chaos for the fly." he whispered carefully into her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist. "how would you have me behave, princess?"

[queenie-avenue]

This is a man's world, but she rules it.

💌 ⤻ THE MAFIA BOSS, VITTORIA COSTANZA ft. THE COVER

—> the devil wears prada.

⤻ reader is female (i really needed some delulu), kidnapping, typical mafia activities, toxic behaviour, posesseive and obsessive behaviour, mentions of misogyny, conversion therapy and homophobia, death, non-consensual kissing

notes: thank you to @ciaheyhimm for allowing me to use this character! isabella was originally a character from a mafia roleplay set in the 1940s to 50s. please go check that blog out, they are a historical blog and i believe that she is writing a book at the moment!

💌 ⤻ archives.

"Thank you for your help in locating down my dearest [y/n]." The woman in the shadows spoke. That accent, that strong accent and overbearing smell of perfume... you found yourself thinking of one single person that came to your mind. Even her heels, branded with her own fashion brand 'Costanza' confirmed to you who this person was.

"Of course, I am a bit disappointed that you — how do you say? — compromised their location and safety to me, even as their bodyguard." She spoke, your body still laying paralysed against the lush bed that Vittoria had no doubt prepared for you. Ribbons of the finest silk bound your hands together, even as the drug forced you to stay put. It seemed she wanted to be very very sure that you wouldn't escape her, again.

Even the dress you were wearing, it was designed by her. Her brand's ribbons were on your body, a mark of her.

Your Father had disapproved of your relationship, with both of you two being girls and all... but you hadn't expected her to go this far.

"I can't trust someone like that out of the field. Who knows, if someone offers you some money, if you'd spill the beans on this little stunt of mine." You heard something click, and your head snapped over, eyes widened.

Then a gunshot sounded, causing you to scream before a body slumped to the ground, blood bleeding out from the shadows.

"Ay, aye, my Belleza, you should have told me you were awake." Her hips swayed as she emerged from the shadows. Her beautiful crimson red dress showed off the body you loved so much.

"Vitta, what the hell." You muttered as your attempted to raise yourself out of bed, only to be held down by the drugs in your system and the silk ribbons restraining you.

Slowly, she stalked towards you, like you were a prey she was ready to kill and feast on. But then, she simply sits on the edge of 'your' bed and begins to undress herself, slipping her zipper down as it revealed a petticoat underneath, and a corset that held her curved body together like a contorted doll, laced too tightly. You were so happy to get her out of it at one point, but when she stripped this time, it was intimidating.

"Darling." She whispered as she leaned in to caress your cheek. "I had to." She smiled, and that smile was so wicked, like the demoness Lilith had come to life in front of you.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

When you first met Vittoria, it was at a gala. A gala meant to celebrate Vittoria Costanzo's newest fashion collection, based on something you didn't bother listening to. You dressed in whatever your Father wanted you to dress in, which was most of the time, dresses that appealed to the male gaze in hopes of finding you a catch of a husband he could give you away to.

"Ah... Mister [l/n], what a pleasure to meet you." The woman that approached you was stunning. Her strawberry blonde hair was tossed into victory curls, showing off her gorgeous neckline and strong collarbone. She was dressed head to toe in red, the colour of blood. Even her lips, so delicate and beautifully shaped, were stained in that perfect shade of crimson that seemed to draw in attention to her and only her. You wondered whether she had informed everyone that she was the only one allowed to wear red on that day.

"And who might this cute little lady be?" Little lady? You were about the same age as her.

"Ah, this is my daughter, I don't believe you've met." Grinned your Father as he pat you forward, introducing you to the woman.

"A pleasure to meet you." You curtsied quaintly.

Instead of returning the curtsey, Vittoria snatched your gloved hand and planted a kiss there. Like a gentleman would to a lady. The red lipstick stained your gloves, marking you as her own.

"The pleasure is all mine." Her eyes glinted and you felt your cheeks heat up, as if she could see right through you. "As much as I'd love to stay here and chat with the both of you, I have to go entertain the rest of my sponsors." Vittoria grinned charmingly, "I'm sure you understand, Mister [l/n]." She waved goodbye to the two of you and you swore you saw her wink in your direction.

Before you could compose yourself, you heard your father groan and gag. "I cannot believe a woman like her would dare show her face and intentions like that."

"What do you mean?" You turned to him. Your father was never a pleasant man, but he would never say something so outright.

He narrowed his eyes at you and leaned down. "That woman is rumoured to be queer." He spat out the word like it was the worst thing he could say. "Of course, a working woman would be something like that. She has no man in her life, so she wants to prey on innocent girls." Laughed your Father, which made you cringe.

"I will go get a cup of lemonade." You said to him as you flitted away like a butterfly as he went to talk to some other influential man.

Just as you picked out a drink, one of the waiters came over to you. "Madam Costanza has told me to deliver this message to you." You tilted your head as you looked at the tray he was carrying, a small card placed on it. You hesitantly took it and flipped it over, only reading it when you saw that no one was looking in your direction.

"That dress looks amazing on you. Perhaps if you come to my studio one of these days, I could design an even better dress for you." The card was sealed with a kiss from her red lipstick. Your gloved fingers smeared over the stain as you let out a sharp breath. The card wasn't signed, but you knew who had written it to tempt you.

Thus was the start of your affair with Vittoria Constanza, the most skilled fashion designer in Italy.

So how in the world did it end up this way? Your Father had figured out that you were having an affair with the lady and barred you from leaving your room, trying different forms of 'therapy' on you to convert you back into a normal woman. But nothing worked. He grew angrier day by day because of that. Not to mention, an illusive crime syndicate had decided to ruin his business with backstreet dealings. They exposed his tax fraud and more, which caused your Father to grow bankrupt and yet still, he did not allow you out of his grasp.

Then, that same mafia that ruined your family's business stormed your house. It was too obvious, not at all like the subtle actions the mafia normally acted out. It was chaotic and messy as they slaughtered any and all bodyguards that tried to fight back.

You felt strong arms behind you, force-feeding you some spill that you almost puked out. But the man simply shoved it in.

The last thing you saw was your Father's head being blown open by the a gun that Isabella held. She had pulled the trigger, and you screamed weakly before collapsing in the arms of the man.

✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧

Vittoria leaned over. "Are you feeling better? You've been out for a bit." She said in such a sweet tone, cooing at you like she had done when she cradled you in her arms inside of her fashion studio.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Vitta, Darling. Your Vittoria." She smiled. "Don't tell me those drugs changed your memory, my dear!" She chuckled. "I would have to kill the scientists that gave it to me."

"That's not what I meant!" You tried to get up, but you were restrained. Thank god the drug was starting to wear off, though, at least you could use your hands now. "You- you're part of the mafia." You said, terrified of the woman seated over you.

"Oh dear, I'm not just part of the mafia. When I join something, I make sure that I'm always at the top of it." Overconfidence dripped from her tongue as she rolled her eyes, "I rule the mafia. And I've taken you in to be a Queen by my side."

"Are you fucking crazy!" You yelled at her.

"Crazy in love, yes." She leaned in to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "I understand that you don't want to forgive me right now, but this is just a spat between lovers. You'll forgive me eventually." She smiled softly, pressing yet another kiss to your restrained form.

You weren't sure of what lay ahead this odd fate God had thrust you into but you were sure you would never forgive Vittoria.

"I love you." She whispered, pressing yet another kiss, this time to your forehead.

"In this world of shadows, you're the only light in my life. So I won't let you escape."

[foreseers-flower]

a web weave about arthur morgan ft. his brother, john.

crime and punishment - fyodor dostoevsky / the hour and what is -dead li-young lee / grapes of wrath - john steinbeck / house of spirts - isabella allende / who am i, without exile - mahmoud darwish / cloud atlas - david mitchell / the epic of gilgamesh, english version n.k sandaras / a little boy lost - william blake.

[desideriumfms]

Lia can't keep the amusement from her expression as she followed the others instructions, adding more flowers and filling in the few gaps. She fluffs and adjusts stems as she ponders what to say. "Well, Ophie thought yard work was a mans job. And she'd be damned if she ever needed a man for anything." Her smile is full of childhood nostalgia and fondness as she twists the vase, eyes narrowing as she finds small gaps and arranges more petals into their proper space. "As for my girlfriend, yeah we could text. But to me, even now, love should be something tangible. Texts about how pretty I thought she was didn't seem like enough." Her eyes flit to the others face, her cheeks flushing. "You're telling me if someone did this for you unprompted, it wouldn't make you swoon?" Lia is well aware she's not exactly being subtle. But the proximity mixed with her curiosity made it seem like a great idea.

@bxllaaddison

The entire situation wasn’t what Isabella had expected when she waltzed into the flower shop like a bull in a china shop, but she couldn’t deny she was now much more interested in the woman in front of her than she had been before. Her observational skills, quiet calmness that kept her poised in an entirely different way to Bella herself. Where she stood tall, domineering, in order to announce her presence, Lia seemed to just…know she had it. This was her castle. Everyone else was just being permitted to spend time in it. Not in a rude way, just a confidant one. As if on cue she granted Isabella the permission to watch her work, making the redhead’s eyebrow quirk upwards in a millisecond of surprise almost undetectable before her face returned to its mask. “And it’s not even my birthday.” She replied smoothly, making her way through the now open door to a room entirely ensconced in flowers. It was strongly beautiful, if…rustic. Eyes flicking to the picnic table she paused before deciding to do as she was told, sitting herself down on the far side. “Comfortable? You’re giving this bench too much credit.” Unable to stop the natural snark come from her mouth, but then again she wasn’t really trying all that hard. Silently observing the blonde gathering the flowers she’d mentioned that apparently summed Isabella up in her eyes, all the while the redhead keeping a total poker face other carefully made up features. She didn’t speak as the other started to explain themselves, not even to ask what the hell an Ophie was - luckily told moments later, suspecting it was some kind of family pet name they’d given someone, which turned out to be true. The story painted a picture of their upbringing, and it made Isabella think of her own home life could probably be classed as ‘not that great’’ but she hadn’t grown up into someone soft like Ophelia. Why was that? What dictated that she had to go down the route of being hardened instead of opening herself up to understanding the plight of others in a more conscientious way. “Why didn’t she plant things in the garden instead of on the porch?” Was her question when she finally spoke, hand moving to pick up one of the dropped leaves from the table, toying with it like a fidget toy. Watching her hands as the other carried on, no external reaction to the mention of a girlfriend but a subconscious movement in her eyes. It wasn’t until she was asked the direct question that she looked up from her hand at the bouquet in front of her. It was stunning. Simple but striking. But to say that immediately would be to relinquish power…no? “More green.” She directed, nodding her head towards the fronds that were being used. “Less gaps. So you learnt the meaning behind flowers in order to tell your girlfriend how you felt without anyone noticing - like some kind of secret code? What, the town you grew up in didn’t have cell towers so you couldn’t just text each other?” 

[povofjustme]

The Queen of Death

(3/?)

Fandom- House of the Dragon

Your baby sister is dead. By child brith, poor Leana body just couldn’t take it anymore.

You didn’t know what to do. Your mind went blank, Miguel looked over your shoulder to read the letter in your hand.

“I will get ships ready. Sofia well get the children ready. My parent will know about this as soon as I walk out them door. I want you to sit and breathe, and I promise you that you will get to say goodbye. You’re not alone.” Miguel

That’s all the reinsurance you need. You can’t over due yourself, you had to fly out to driftmark, 8 moons with child.

When the sunrise, everything was ready. king Alejandro and Queen Mariana had your youngest children Juan and Isabella on the ships with them, ready to show their support

Jośe as your heir, wanted to join you on vermthor

Just looking at your oldest twin and your didn’t realize how much Jośe and Juan looks exactly like Leanor and Leana.

Your twins looks like your first twins… it broke your heart that leana would have never get to meet them

Ever since the children could talk, they learned about the aunt and uncle. You would tell them story about your time in your homeland

And what little adventure along the way. They knew all about them.

Even though leanor did hurt you in a way you could never explain, but he is still your little brother

The flight had your mind everywhere

You remember the storm that you had to go through to get to death island. But you never regret that night.

Jośe asked more questions about his aunt leana, the more you looked at him, the more you see leana and leanor

The Mortenson only show themselves if they wanted to be seen. And after many years, the mortenson wanted to show where they stand

All Rheanys could hear is scream, it was coming from the east side of the island

More than several ships 10times bigger than velayon ships coming out of grey fog , a flag of a skull. She never seen anything like it

but she saw the orange eyes in the sky

She saw you, she sees her baby

“Corley, tell me am not going mad!” Rheanys

You landed on the sand in front of the shit docs. You took a moment to look at your scenery

Your first home

“momma, I believe labella would love it here!” Jośe

“I think so too sweet boy” you

It took you a while to get down, You felt a hand behind you and you look to see it is Miguel. You took his hand to get off of vermithor.

Jośe stood next to you. Juan and Isabella rushed to be by their mother side.

You look out to the dock to see your mortensen family boarding off the ship

Then you meet their eyes, 7 ft always lays your parents. 7 long years

“Mother, Father” you

That was the only thing you could say before you was crush my the most heart warming hug

“Oh my dear girl, never that I would see you again” Corly

“Oh look at you, your glowing- and growing, you must be 7 or 8 moo-oh, who might the little ones be” Rheanys

jośe and Juan bow their heads and Isabella curtsy

Jośe stepped forward and said

“I am jośe, this is my twin brother Juan. Are little sister Isabella. It is nice to greet you grandsires” Jośe

Rheanys couldn’t hold it in any longer, drop to the ground to hug her grandchildren

“Come, let get that family inside. I will have a dinner sent for the night-“ corly

You and your family got there a day before you sister funerals, which gave you time to spend time with your family

That night, your father hosted a dinner with your in laws and children. You talk about how you and vermithor escaped and landed on death island. How you meet your husband, and trained you to be the best of the best.

Even your Uncle vaemond came to see you

The children was excited to talk about there new sibling, and even more excited when they get to meet there cousins Baela & Rhaena

Even your farther in law even told them the story on how you lead the Mortensen to victory from your last war. You was 5 moons along with Isabella

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Vaemond

“I assure your my lord, its in morns culture its is natural thing for a woman to fight and war pregnant” queen Mariana

Your mother told you that after 3 years of not finding you, she got the king to annulment your marriage to Harwin Strong

Rheanys and Colry never showed that they were disappointment that you left. They knew didn’t know how you would react when the reason had 2 more children with your now ex husband

The never forgave Harwin for what he done. The house velaryon looks down upon the house strong ever since.

Rheanys holds resented to Leanor, Rheanyra and Viserys

She stop coming to see her son in king landing, even if they come to driftmark.

Not a glance there way

She would send gifts to leana children and then she would think about you.

Even when she got word of viserys getting sick, she turned the other way.

“What about my daughter,and when she was hurt. He doesn’t deserve my support” Rheanys

Corly couldn’t hold a grudge, he had to teach lucery to be the next lord of the tide

You was his heir, you are his heir and now that your back things might change.

After dinner, your mother wanted to put the children to bed herself.

She missed 6 to 5 years of there life, she was gonna start on the memory soon as she could

Miguel had to talk to your father. You never knew what they talked about but Miguel came back with a smile.

You had dressed your children in velaryon attire like you had.

Your children are truly beautiful - True Velaryon and Mortensen

You were standing on the rocks behind parents. Everyone now has seen with their own eyes that you are alive. Your children wanted to stand down with there grandparents

Juan was holding on to Rheanys hands

Isabella was being held in Corly chests.

And Jośe front and center. standing next to your uncle Vaemonds

Your hand on your large 8 moon belly, your husband and in-laws to your left and your Mortensen grands to your right. They all had Mortensen attire but in black.

The Grands heads one rule from king Alejandro

“When she moves, you move.” Alejandro

The hardest part wasn’t listening to your uncle was giving out the last goodbye speech for your baby sister, no, its was the heat version glances that Rheanyra was throwing your way.

Rheanyra was in shock to see your face, her old friend from long ago

But you never that you would see that brown hair boy, now he’s all grown up. And looks exactly like Harwin and not just him.

She had 2 more children after you had left, your ex husband children. You thought seeing them after 7 years would put you back in the state of mind that you left with.

But you knew in your heart you made the right choice all those years ago.

You’re not the court laughing stock anymore, you have 3 soon to be 4 legitimate children that had your hair and eyes but look exactly like their father. You are to be the next ruler, AND you people excepts you as there next Queen. You have a husband’s who kiss the ground you walk on.

You have everything she didn’t, your are completely

For the rest of the night, you and your children stayed inside. You wanted them close by.

And once again, you made the right choice

The Princes and lady’s are trying to kill each other

You and Miguel had your kids stay in the room with Sofia and Antonio.

“Baela! Rhaena!” You

You didn’t see there father know where and you glued them to your side. You did care about the others. You just wanted to make sure the girls were safe.

But everything was to much, when everything got quiet you felt the sharp pain in you lower stomach

Miguel move the girls to your parents

“What has happened, my love” Miguel

You moved your foot to look at the ground

“What is it y/n” Rheanys

Your mother worrying voice had got everyone attention

Your baby is coming……..

(AM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG and SORRY ITS BAD)

Tagged- @dramioneforevertilltheend @classicsimpforaaronwarner @ayamenimthiriel @hikaerys @poucinetteofgod @ellaprime7 @g-cf2020

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l&ds boys as songs

xavier

snooze by sza

tip toe by hybs

are you bored yet? ft. clairo by wallows

stargazing by the neighbourhood

kingston by faye webster

melting by kali uchis

pretty boy by isabella larosa

luther by kendrick lamar, sza

moonlight by kali uchis

so high by doja cat

zayne

from the start by laufey

double take by dhruv

i don't understand but i luv u by seventeen

come back to me by rm

television / so far so good by rex orange county

snowman by sia

blue by yung kai

bad habit by steve lacy

boyfriend by ariana grande and social house

more than friends by aiden bisett

rafayel

art deco by lana del rey

lust for life by lana del rey and the weeknd

golden by jvke

love you like a love song by selena gomez and the scene

backyard boy by claire rosinkranz

remember when by wallows

babydoll by dominic fike

diet pepsi by addison rae

see you again by tyler, the creator and kali uchis

confident by justin bieber, chance the rapper

sylus

money power glory by lana del rey

earned it by the weeknd

knee socks by arctic monkeys

red lights by bang chan and hyunjin (skz)

genius by sia, diplo, labrinth, lsd

dangerous woman by ariana grande

million dollar man by lana del rey

die for you by the weeknd

bad girls like you by tobii

igloo by kiss of life