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deaky-disco-queen · 5 years

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King!AU Week Day 2 - Roleplay

A/N: Here’s my first piece for @stayinqpower‘s Genderbent Week; Quick Disclaimer, I know Nothing About LARP except the quick Basic googling I have done; Enjoy!

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Johanna wiped the sweat off her forehead, breathing heavily as she straightened up and looked over the tent she had just set up. It was a simple, pavilion tent for one person but she was still proud of herself for setting it up all for herself. She was sweating profusely, though, and was glad she had opted for the shorts and a tank top for setting up camp.

Once her tent was set up, she had to walk back to the parking lot to fetch more of her stuff she couldn’t bring on the first trip. A very nice, tall and buff man helped her carrying her camp bed and even set it up for her before disappearing into the crowd of people who were all busy preparing their campsite.

It took Johanna several hours to get all her things set up and her arms were hurting by the end of it but she was done and proud of herself.

She had been looking forward to this LARP-Event for months now and still couldn’t quite believe she was actually here now. It had been so expensive- she was a college student with very few money in the first place- but she was so happy she decided to go anyway. Now she had two days to enjoy the camp before the game even started and then there were three days worth of roleplaying.

It made her giddy with excitement.

She took a quick nap after she was finished. She tried to take a nap, at least. It ended up being more of a doze since there were a lot of people around and her tent wasn’t really sound-proof. She still felt rested afterwards so she counted it as a win.

At the entrance, one of the game masters had given her a pamphlet with things she could do before the actual game starts and she hadn’t had the time to read through it yet but she decided to catch up with it now. There were several rules for the premises, including no modern devices or clothes outside the tents and so on which were listed in the brochure, too, but most of it was dedicated to the concerts, the marketplace and the activities offered around the place.

Johanna decided to check out the marketplace and see if she could find some interesting things at the vendors and so she got dressed in a white cotton blouse and a ankle-length green skirt, having brought this outfit especially for the ‘No Modern Clothes’ rule so she could walk around the grounds without breaking the rules. She completed the outfit with a belt and a small sack for her money before heading out.

The vendors had set up their stuff the day before- according to the brochure at least- and she spent most of the day looking through their displays, purchasing a two rings, a bracelet and some earrings. She was at a stall that sold LARP weapons, arguing with herself that she didn’t really need a dagger no matter how pretty it was when somebody approached her from the side.

“It’s a struggle, isn’t it?”

It was a tall women with long, curly hair in a red and black dress, smiling softly at her. Johanna blinked, taken aback and not really understanding what she was saying.

“I can never say no to those dainty headpieces. I have about a ten at home and just bought two more.” The women went on, chuckling at herself.

Johanna snorted in amusement, knowing this feeling too well. The women held out her hand.

“I’m Brianna.”

“Johanna.”

In the end, she didn’t buy the dagger, opting to let Brianna- who has participated in a LARP event like this several times before- show her around and tell her a bit more about how things were working and gave her some insider tips about how to handle things. She even took Johanna to the supermarket located at the outskirts of the grounds to stock up on some more rations for the week and even borrowed her her jute sack so they could carry the things to Johanna’s tent.

“Are you going to the concert today? I know the band, they were here last year, too, and they are pretty good.”

“Yeah, sure!”

Johanna hadn’t imaged ending her day by listening to a medieval take on rock music and actually enjoying it but she did, dancing with Brianna who turned out to be a miserable dancer but she tried. She also tasted the ale Brianna suggested to her and ended up coughing and gasping to her while the other woman did a terrible job of hiding her laugh.

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“How did you get into LARPing?” Brianna asked the next day as they learned how to make candles.

Well, Johanna learned how to make a candle while Brianna already knew how to make one but had joined her anyway.

“My dad took me to a renaissance fair when I was ten and worked at one during college. This is just kind of taking it a step further, you know? And I relly wanted to try it out. And you?”

Brianna laughed, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks and Johanna couldn’t help but stare a little bit when she licked her lips, obviously preparing for an embarrassing story.

“My friend Freddie took me to a costume shop to pick out my costume for her Halloween party and I fell in love with one of those medieval princess dresses and she wouldn’t let it down and showed me a small LARP event in our area so I had an excuse to buy more outfits. And now I’m here.”

They spent most of the day trying many of the offered activities. Johanna even managed to show off her archery skills to Brianna- not that she planned to show off but she was pretty good at it and Brianna seemed very impressed how she cheered for Johanna whenever she hit the target. Brianna offered to cook that day and showed her how that worked if you’re not confined to the space of your tent. Which was what Johanna did because she really didn’t know what to do without her camping cooker. The spinach soup was delicious and was served in bowls Brianna had made herself. Johanna almost swooned at that, impressed by her skills and dedication.

In the evening, they went to another concert, this time a more folk orientated band and Johanna taught Brianna how to dance to this kind of music, having enough experience from working as an actor at faires for several years. Turned out, as long as Brianna wasn’t leading, she was doing just fine with dancing. Much better than the day before, at least, but then they weren’t really dancing together anyway.

Johanna did notice how long her fingers were, though, when she gently cupped her hand. Their hands were probably around the same size, she realized, trying to focus on teaching her the steps instead of getting distracted by the mental images of what Brianna could do with her hands.

It didn’t work.

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Sleep was fitful that night and filled with clever fingers and hot mouths, wet sounds and soft moans still ringing in her ears when she woke up. She pressed a hand over her mouth and pressed her burning face into her pillow as her other hand slid down her body and into her panties.

Of course she was too much of a gay disaster to just go somewhere and not fall for a gorgeous woman. She kind of saw it coming from the moment where Brianna had showed her how to make a fire with flint and stone.

Thankfully, the game started today and there was a very slim chance that she would actually interact with Brianna since there were hundreds of people here. She probably wouldn’t see her until the game was over and until then she could work this out and get over the fact that she spent her morning masturbating over the image of Brianna showing her how to do pottery and pulling a ‘Ghost’ moment on her.

She got dressed in her costume, braiding her hair out of the way and stepped out of her tent. It was warm, especially since she was wearing a floor length gown with a cloak on top of it to fit the look of an alchemist as she had envisioned it. She was glad she went for the gown instead of the pants because it was at least a little bit cooler. Also, the leather corsage wouldn’t look half as nice with the pants and blouse she had bought.

There was a piece of parchment attached to one of the guy-ropes of her tent. She tugged it free and rolled it open.

Meet me at the river bridge before the game starts. If you want to, that is. -Bri

Johanna bit her lip, contemplaining for a second to not go- she was still very embarrassed about the whole dream thing- but Brianna didn’t know that nor did she deserve getting the cold shoulder out of nowhere. And so she made her way through the camp towards the river.

She could see Brianna from a distance and her breath got caught in her throat. Brianna was wearing a deep blue dress and her hair was in a complicated updo, a crown poking out between her curls. Her face broke into a wide smile when she spotted Johanna.

“You came!” She said, hoisting up her skirt and rushed towards her. “Please tell me you haven’t signed up for any camps yet.”

Johanna shook her head and Brianna laughed, pulling her into a hug.

“Great! I hoped so, actually, because I want to recruit you! Please join the Camp Topaz which is lead by me. Well, my character Queen Corona but same thing, really.”

“I’d love to!”

She gave Brianna a quick rundown on her character Samantha, an alchemist, so they could work out how to include her into the story so she had a good reason to be with Brianna. Johanna was glad, if she was honest, since she didn’t exactly have a plan on what she was going to do during the game.

And then the game began and Johanna was preoccupied with roleplaying and generally having a great time. They followed the big questline the game masters had set up for them and competed with the other four camps for a magical artifact.

It was incredible fun and by the evening Johanna was positively sore from all the running around she did and fell asleep as soon as she collapsed into her bed.

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The next two days went pretty much the same, with Brianna fetching Johanna in the morning and both of them going off on quests together and with Brianna knowing exactly what she was doing, it was easy to really get into her character, Johanna noticed.

Time seemed to pass far too quickly and Johanna found herself at the farewell party much earlier than she had hoped.

Brianna was with her and they had chosen a spot a bit further away from the main event so they could talk more easily. Johanna was leaning heavily against her, warm and tired from the alcohol she had, eyes half closed. Brianna’s arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, absently rubbing circles into her blouse and she could feel the warmth of her hand through the fabric.

She hummed happily, her hand that had been holding her mug slipping off the table and onto Brianna’s knee.

“Are you tired? You wanna go back to your tent?”

Johanna shook her head as much as it was possible for her. Going back to her tent meant Brianna was going to go but she wasn’t ready for that yet.

“I think you are.” Brianna said softly, brushing a strand out of Johanna’s face. “Come on, let’s have a walk, it might wake you up a little bit.”

She chugged the rest of Johanna’s wine and then stood up, pulling her up with her despite her whined complaints, walking them out of the tent pressed close together. The camp was filled with people celebrating and they had to find their way through it without getting too distracted.

“There we are.” Brianna said once they had reached Johanna’s tent. “Feeling more awake?”

Johanna, who had gone from letting Brianna guide her to linking their arms together and paying attention to where they were going, nodded and sighed. Then, Brianna cupped her face and pulled her into a soft kiss.

She made a quiet, surprised sound against Brianna’s mouth and she immediately tried to pull back and Johanna could already hear her stuttering out apologies for several minutes and so she leaned up to kiss her again before that could happen.

Brianna’s hands came to rest on her hips when Johanna stepped even closer, pressing their chests together and opened her mouth to deepen their kiss. Both of them moaned at that and stumbled backwards. Johanna struggled to open her tent with one hand without stopping to kiss her which she didn’t quite manage but Brianna was more than happy to suck marks against her neck while she turned around to get it open.

She pulled her inside, fingers tangling into her curls and Brianna pulled her skirt upwards, her fingers brushing over Johanna’s thighs and making her shiver.

Their dressed didn’t prove to be the easiest things to get off in the heat of the moment while being a little bit more than tipsy but they managed and they fell onto her camping bed completely naked. Johannas hands roamed over Brianna’s body, experimentally flicking her nipples, grinning against her lips when she gasped and repeated the move. Brianna nipped at her lip in retaliation before kissing her way down her neck.

Johanna whined when she licked over her nipple, sucking it into her mouth while her fingers slipped between her thighs, caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, causing her to tremble and throw her head back.

“Brianna, please!” She gasped and felt her grin against her stomach, pressing a kiss to her hip bone.

Brianna tangled their fingers together, squeezing slightly as she kissed down further, hooking one of Johanna’s legs over her shoulder.

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“Are you sure you’re not forgetting anything?” Brianna asked for the third time and Johanna rolled her eyes, nodding patiently.

“Yes, I’m sure. You double-checked everything and I went over everything twice. I have everything.”

Brianna hummed thoughtfully, a frown on her face but she leaned down to kiss her anyways, gently cradling her head in her hand when Johanna sighed happily.

After waking up squeezed into Johanna’s tiny camp bed together, they had spent most of the afternoon packing their things together, helping each other take down their tents and carrying everything to their respective cars and clean up their camping spot.

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“Yes, because we cleaned up everything and there was nothing else left. Are you sure you have everything?”

Brianna chuckled, seeing the point Johanna was making and kissed her again. They broke apart with a chuckle.

There was nothing else to say and both of them knew it, smiling sadly at each other. Johanna could see the hickey she left at Brianna’s neck that wasn’t fully covered by her shirt and couldn’t help but smile proudly.

“Text me when you come home, yeah?” Brianna asked, brushing her knuckles over her cheek.

“I’ll be home before you, you know? But yeah, I will.”

They kissed again, longer this time as neither was ready to part yet but they had to and eventually, Johanna got into her car and pulled away, watching Brianna wave after her through the rear mirror until she made a turn and couldn’t see her anymore.

She was sad but more than anything she was excited, knowing she had Brianna’s number saved in her phone and could text her anytime. Never in her life, would she have thought that this week would end like this.

#genderbent week 2019 #genderbend!queen #king!au #breaky #smut

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joons-expensive-gurl · 7 years

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Cendrillion

Pairing: Hoseok X Reader Genre: Drama, Romance Warnings: attempted murder, cheesy af. This takes place in some old time period. Idk when tho. It’s also (very loosely) based off of this [ https://youtu.be/_NSEjt8VjsE ] so I highly suggest watching it. Yes, I’m back into vocaloid. What happened to me?!

Edit: I’m gonna edit this in the morning so bear with any grammar mistakes for now. Sorry folks, I wanted it out on our loved Hobi’s birthday

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A gentle knock at your door caused you to rise from the comfy armchair. Slowly, you padded towards the front door, seeing no form of a person. You frowned. Twisting the gold handle, you pulled the door towards you, allowing cold air to rush through you. No one. You looked down.

On the floor was a satin cloth, with a knot at the top. You looked around. There was no one. So, you bent down, picking the package up. It was slightly heavy, but mostly empty. Something inside jingled quietly. You took it back to your living room where you placed it on the table. Taking a breath, you undid the knots. You gasped. Inside was a pocket watch and a dagger. Who on earth would leave this for you?

With a gentle hand, you picked up the pocket watch, turning it around to flip it over. The tiny clock inside was yellowing with age, numbers all in Roman numerals. The hands stopped at 10 o'clock. But the thing that made your eyes almost bulge out of your skull was the small picture at the top of Prince Hoseok. The Prince was smiling brightly. You, however, had a complete look of shock on your face. Looking from the dagger to the picture, it clicked. Someone wanted you to murder the prince. But who? Why? You didn’t know.

You knew when, though.

There was a ball coming up. A huge ball, in fact. The annual peace ball. How ironic - you had to murder at a celebration of peace.

For days, you pondered if you should do it or not. What was in it for you? This person, how did they know you’d do it? What on earth were they thinking?

It wasn’t until two days before the ball when you made your mind up. Just as you were dozing off, you heard the clatter of your letter box. It caused you to jump up, eyes widening. Cautiously, you sat waiting to hear the crunching of the stone path, but it never came. They must’ve fled trough the grass. You pushed the covers off of you, lighting the small candle on your bedside table. Draping a blanket around you, you took a deep breath. Then as you picked up the candle in its small holder, you gently moved through the halls.

Once you reached the front door, you caught the white parchment lying on the floor. With a cautious hand, you picked it up and placed the candle on the desk placed against the wall. Then you tore it open. In scrawled, messy handwriting was the message:

‘Time ticks on, Almost there The prince who smiles Won’t be aware A blade that’s sharp Eyes are sharper Go to the ball Kill the charmer

The price will be high But so will the honours If you complete the task Award to you will be 10 million dollars’

You scowled.

$10 million was a lot of money. But, the prince was also the kindest human the kingdom knew. He was valiant, charming, strong, humorous, and much more. He was a soul that shouldn’t be taken from this cruel world; especially not by murder.

But the money.

You had debts to be paid, sick family to be cured. With that amount of money, you could flee, find somewhere else to live and forget what you did. It was a simple task. Get the prince alone, and stab him to death. Quick. Painful, though.

It could be done.

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“Will you be requiring assistance to the ball, miss [Last]?” A maid asked. “Not today. Thank you though.” “No problem, at all. I’ll wait up for you.” “Really, there’s no need.” “Oh there’s every need. We must make sure you get home safely.” “Well, thank you. I’ll see you tonight.” “Have a fun evening, miss!”

Stalking from your room, you hurriedly moved to the living room. Luckily there was no one there. Your parents were away, most maids and servants in the house occupied elsewhere. So, looking around to ensure no one was looking, you pushing up the second cushion of the sofa, ripping it from wooden base and revealing the watch and the knife. You slipped the knife carefully into your stocking and with the watch, you slipped it over your head and onto your neck. It was cold against your skin. There was a noise, causing you to fast and shove the cushion back down, stuffing the watch down the top of your dress.

“Miss? Are you still here, miss?” That stupid maid. “Sorry, yes. I just forgot a ring.” You held up your finger, twisting a random ring before chuckling nervously. “Alright. Well I suggest you be off. The ball’s about to start and I bet all the young men will want a dance with the likes of yous.”

Flushing red, you excused yourself.

The carriage ride was slow. It was painfully slow, dragging out. As you got closer, your heart rate increased. You were actually going to do this. You were going to murder the prince. What a sin.

Looking up to the darkening sky, you sighed. It was beginning to rain, small drops of rain splashing against the mud road. The scent of earth raised into the atmosphere. It was a beautiful, calming scent. Like nature was enticing you to join it.

The forests around you thinned until what was left was a cobble road and the trail up to the majestic Jung Palace. It was a beautiful, intricately designed, humongous building, completely white except for the black balconies that lined the larger windows. The wheels cracked against the cobble as they move up the hill towards the palace. Noise here was beginning to get louder, moving away from the sounds of birds singing before bed to the hustle of a busy town. People were buzzing. This ball was a big deal, after all. You gulped as some people recognised your carriage.

You stared down at your dress. It was burgundy in colour and complimented your skin tone beautifully. The material wrapped around itself a multitude of times, creating large Us in the fabric. Lining each beautiful arc was black lace, which also crept from the underside of the dress as well. At the back, the material came up into a large bow, flowing underneath was many, many layers of black lace. The top of your dress was a love heart line, slightly showing off some skin. The sleeves of your dress were thick, falling off from your shoulders, staying put just underneath. They, too, were a few layers of burgundy material, swooping down to create small Us, also lined with black lace. Your hair was up in a intricate bun at the back of your head, complete with black fake diamonds and a large, burgundy rose headpiece with black tulle that came down to cover your eyes. To finish up, you had large, black headed necklaces on and many rings and bracelets to show your wealth. You looked the part - an innocent woman.

But snug between your breasts was an image of your target, and pressing against the smooth skin of your leg was the weapon to kill him with.

Stoic, you stepped out of the carriage, looking up at the palace. Women rushed past you, up the winding steps of the palace towards the open large, wooden doors. Guards lined the stairs and the doors, eyeing every person who moved past, occasionally bowing to the most important. Some people stopped to stare at you, in complete awe. You didn’t take any notice, heels clicking as you moved up and into the palace.

The palace was stunning inside as well as out. A red rug lined every hallway, all lit with ginormous, beautiful (obviously expensive) chandeliers. Some decor lined the hall, but for the most part they were empty. However, paintings lined the walls. Some were of scenic views, others were of royal family members. The one that caught your eye was of the younger prince, who stood grinning, one hand on the handle of his sword which was sheathed on his belt line.

“Handsome little thing, wasn’t he?” A voice came beside you. You turned, recognising the man as Prince Min Yoongi of the Daegu province. He was of a similar status as your kingdom’s royal family. “Ah, your highness.” You bowed. “No need for that, dear maiden.” “I am no maiden,” you chuckled, “I’m Lady [First] of Gwangju.” “My Lady.” He bowed, “forgive me.” “Also, with me, there is no need to bow. Do you know our Prince well?” You smiled. “We’re very close, me and Hobi. Share the same passion of music. Very easy to bond over.” “I see. And does yourself or Prince Hoseok have a voice of pure gold?” You teased. “Not really, though we are excellent in the art of rap.” “Rap?” You raise an eyebrow, completely unfamiliar with this variety of music. “Yes, rap. It’s where you say words at a certain pace to beat. I find it very stress relieving.” “I must listen to you rap, one day your highness.” “It would be my pleasure, my Lady."The sound of horns cut you off, signalling the start of the ball. "I suppose we should go and join the rest of the population of this palace in the ballroom?” “I suppose so. Hoseok will have my head on a plate if I’m not there for his speech.” “Well, what are you waiting for? He may be smiling in that portrait but if your words are no lie, he won’t be smiling in real life.”

He only chuckled, taking your arm as he lead you deeper into the palace to the ballroom. The doors were open, showcasing the hundreds of people who were stood watching the stage where the royal family stood. The King stood in the middle, Queen on his left, Princess on her left and the Prince on the King’s right. Prince Yoongi waved, to which Prince Hoseok flashed a smile.

“I better go to the front to greet my friend when he’s done.” Prince Yoongi whispered to you. “I’ll stay here. I’m not one to dance.” “We’ll see about that in approximately 15 minutes.”

He pushed his way through the people, slowly getting closer to the front of the room. All the while, the king droned on about the history behind this ball. The queen and princess both had their turns thanking everyone for coming and then Prince Hoseok stepped forwards. He flashed a big, toothy smile to which some ladies swooned at.

“I would like to thank the kingdom for attending tonight. I believe that the Peace Ball is a large part of why Gyangju is such an amazing kingdom and it’s also a reason as to why I’m so proud to be future king. I sincerely hope every single person enjoys the evening, we’ve prepared the most delicious foods and beverages so enjoy that. And of course, just enjoy yourselves. This is a night to be proud of where we come from. Thank you!”

When the speech was over, music began and the floor cleared slightly to allow many couples to begin dancing. You watched as Prince Hoseok jumped from the stage, down to a group of six other princes. You recognised them as Prince Kim Seokjin of Gwacheon, Prince Yoongi, Prince Kim Namjoon of Ilsan, Prince Park Jimin of Busan, Prince Kim Taehyung of Daegu and Prince Jeon Jungkook of Busan. Prince Taehyung and Jungkook were not royal by blood, but royal by marriage.

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A few hours later, and the ball was in full swing. You sat on a chair, shoulders back, back straight. You had to look elegant. You had to appeal to Prince Hoseok. The knife pressing into your neck reminded you of that.

People spun around you, dancing and laughing to the music. Fathers of men hoping to sell their daughters to wealthy men in he form of marriage stood around the large buffet table, gulping down the finest of wines and eating the most expensive of foods. You scoffed at them. It was a cheap tactic that somehow managed to work.

You looked up as a shadow came upon you. Prince Yoongi stood above you, smiling in a friendly manner.

“Care for a dance, my Lady?” He smiled. “I already told you, I’m not the dancing kind.” “Please, your posture says all. Now, enlighten me in one dance and I promise I’ll prevent anyone else disturbing your privacy for the rest of the evening.” “Promise?” “I promise, my Lady, you have my word.” “One dance. Only one.” “Of course.”

Graciously, you stood up, taking his hand. Next to each other, you moved to the centre of the dance floor where you turned to face each other. One of his arms snaked around your waist, the other coming up to lace fingers with you. Your free hand came go hold up your dress in order to move. When the next song started mere seconds later, Prince Yoongi had you waltzing around the ballroom. A few couples stopped, watching in envy as you both effortlessly moved around the room. It was as if you were on a piece of floor that just glided you around. You didn’t notice two dark eyes watching, intrigued as he continued to talk to his small group of friends.

When the song came to an end, you and Prince Yoongi bowed to each other.

“Thank you for the excellent dance, my Lady.” “And thank you, your highness.” “I will escort you back to your chair.” “Oh there’s no need for that, thank you though.” “Are you sure?” “I am more of capable than walking a few metres back to my seat, Prince Yoongi.” “Of course.”

As you began to walk, you heard a person call you.

“My Lady! Lady [First]!”

You turned, coming face to face with Prince Hoseok.

“Prince Hoseok, how may I be of service?” You bowed to him. “You must indulge me in this next dance, Lady [First].” He smiled. “Actually, Lady [First] is engaged for the rest of the evening.” Prince Yoongi stepped in. “Ah really? With who?” “With that dashing chair,” you pointed to the chair a few metres away from you, “just over there.” “Lady [First], I hardly find it fair that you indulge my friend Yoongi in a beautiful dance, but not your own Prince. My, am I offended.” “Your highness, if you insist, I will accompany you in one dance.” “You will?” His entire face lit up. For a split second, you forget your motives. “But only one.” “Of course.”

He bowed, holding out his hand which you took. Prince Yoongi disappeared into the crowd. Together, you and Prince Hoseok swept across the room, dancing more beautifully and gracefully than you and Prince Yoongi did. The entire room came to a halt to watch yours and Prince Hoseok’s beautiful dance. The music played on to the end, when you came to your finishing pose. It was then that Prince Hoseok placed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

Time stopped as did your heart. The knife was cutting into your skin. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t kill him. He had a heart of pure gold. The clock chimed 10. You were supposed to have done it now. You broke away from him, stepping back. His eyes widened as he realised his honest mistake. You ran. Arms and legs pounding, you navigated your way back towards the entrance of the palace. You could hear his cries as he raced after you. But you were long gone. As you ran down the steps of the palace, you tore the pocket watch necklace off, throwing it to the ground. You practically jumped into the carriage, screaming to the driver to go. The horses came to life, bolting off, taking he carriage with them.

Prince Hoseok rushed, one arm behind his back as a prince should, the other in front of him. As he came to the steps, he noticed the watch. He bent down, clasping it in his hands before straightening up. Then he clicked it open, gasping as he saw a small image of himself. What were you planning to do…?

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When you returned home, you brushed your maid off, telling her she could go home which she did. You were finally alone. For the first ten minutes, you simply collapsed on your sofa and cried. You were angry, upset, confused. Why couldn’t you kill him? Why did you back out? Why did he kiss you?

You stuffed your hand down your sticking, pulling out the knife. The money came into your mind. You had to do this. You couldn’t back out. No, you weren’t going to back out.

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A full hour later and you were ready to go. You had swapped your ballgown for a little black dress, fishnet stockings, and black ankle boots. You had let your hair down, putting it into two pigtails that began at your earlobe.

You eyed the dagger which was on your lap. A tear - which you weren’t sure what it was from - slipped down your cheek. Reaching to your bedside table, you opened the bottom draw, revealing a black mask with a black ribbon which you tied around your head into a bow. You then took the dagger, pushing it into your stocking at the thigh which was covered by your dress.

A deep breath in. You stood up.

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The palace was now abandoned by almost all. The guards were still outside, but still allowed you in despite the ball have ended. After all, you were high up in the hierarchy.

Your footsteps echoed the palace halls as you tried to find Prince Hoseok. First you looked through the ballroom, which was now completely empty and dark. Then you tried the throne room which was equally empty.

A few rooms later and you’d found him. The dining room. He was sat alone, facing away from you. Though, he wasn’t eating. He was thinking about you. About how you’d fled. The watch, which was in his hand. He was so confused, so deep in thought that he didn’t hear your footsteps.

He only noticed you when a hand wrapped around the back of his chair. He jumped, standing up and turning to face you. You had the mask on, so he didn’t recognise you.

You used one hand to push him back on to the table. Then, you pulled out the knife once he was lying on the table. He only looked up at you, too shocked to speak. The room was silent. You held the knife to his neck. He stopped breathing. So did you.

Then he did the unthinkable.

Moving a hand to the back of your head, he undid the bow, gently taking the mask off of your face. His eyes widened.

“It’s you…” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

You lifted the knife up, squeezing your eyes shut. But you couldn’t find the will within you to force it down, to cut off the blood supply to his head. To off him. Instead, you collapsed on his chest, clutching the knife to your chest as you sobbed, all of the emotions coming out of you. What had you been thinking? Were you crazy?

His arms wrapped around yours.

“Anything… I’ll give you anything…” he whispered. “Just don’t tell a soul,” you sobbed, “I don’t want to go to jail.” “I won’t tell a soul, Lady [First]. No one.”

You sobbed in his arms like that until there was nothing left to let out. And even then to continued to whimper.

He never did tell a soul about what happened that night.

But he did tell everyone just a few years later about how he was madly in love with the woman who snuck back into the castle after that ball to steal his heart.

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Real Weddings: Andrew and Courtney’s Pink Rose Wedding

Good morning one and all Cwtchers!

Well I know I promised this wedding last week, but we had a little mishap, so here we are with this stunning day, shot by Sandra Ace, to keep you on the edge of your seat no more!

Enjoy!

Andrew and Courtney’s Pink Rose Wedding

What was your budget?

Our budget was £10,000 all paid for by ourselves. Courtney’s mum did pay for the church and beautiful flowers.

How would you describe your wedding theme?

Our wedding theme was based around a flower that the bride liked which was a pink rose. We used a lot of hessian and roses in our decorations.

All made by the bride and stationary from a company called The Vow.

What was your favourite part of your wedding?

My favourite part of my wedding was saying my vows to Andrew. Then walking out of the church to our guard of honour by Tenby RNLI Crew and Mid and West Tenby Fire Brigade. While our string quartet played our favourite Oasis song ‘whatever’ – that for me was so wonderful as Andrew is a crew member of Tenby RNLI and Tenby Fire Brigade. The services are very close to our hearts.

Tell us about your Wedding Dress

I went to Allison Jayne Bridal Studio in Cardiff to try on wedding dresses and I chose eight to try on. My wedding dress was actually the second dress I tried on. It was a dress by Mark Lesley and had only been in the shop a week. I was the first person to buy the dress and I fell in love with it straight away, so much so that I ended up buying it 15 months before our big day. The bridal shop ordered me extra fabric from Mark Lesley which was used to create a different look to the top of the dress. Originally the dress had two thin straps at the front but I got a local seam stress from Tenby to alter it and make it more elegant at the shoulders.

Gina Clode was the seam stress and she transformed the dress into exactly what I wanted. Gina even made my veil from the remain fabric we ordered for shoulders. I loved choosing my wedding dress. I wanted something that was different and that I’d not seen another bride in.

Who did you pick as your bridesmaids &/or best man and why?

I picked my 3 best friends Cassie, Marcie and Leah, then my sister Keeley and sister in law Nikki as bridesmaids. My 3 best friends have been by my side and supported me through such difficult times through my life and I felt they were the girls to be my bridesmaids and by my side that day. Our flower girls were my friends daughter Ruby and my daughter Halle Aston.

Andrew had two best men his life long friend Dean and his friend of many years Robert. Andrews usher were close friends Scott,Trevor and Peter. These also have helped Andrew through tough times in his life expescially when Andrew lost his father.

Why did you choose your venue?

We are from Tenby and a lot of the venues used for weddings we have visited over and over for Christmas parties and other weddings.We chose Broadway because we had never been to a wedding there and when we viewed it we fell in love with the beautiful grounds and location. We wanted a special place to create our own memories in a place we had no memories of others.

Tell us about your photographer

Our photographer was the lovley Sandra Ace. I came across her wedding photographs on Facebook and we both just loved her work. Sandra was amazing on our wedding day, capturing the most beautiful moments not only between Andrew and I but also between Andrew and his Nan. Sandra understood how Andrew felt about his nan and the bond they have, she was amazing. Sandra made us feel so comfortable and relaxed we loved every second spent with her.

How did the proposal happen?

Andrew proposed to me in Cardiff. He whisked me away for a night away when I was expecting our second child. The hotel room was filled with flowers and champagne on ice. It may not be a great proposal story but it was perfect.

Andrew knew that I liked a ring in a near by jewellers and although money was tight whilst we were renovating our house and with a second baby on the way, he went into the jewellers and paid off the ring weekly, just so I could have it.

I had no idea, until he got down on one knee.

What was your first dance & why?

Our first dance was by Zachary Kibbee called Baby Blue. Andrew was working on a roof one day and heard the song on the radio, so he chose the song as all he could think of was me throughout the song. We both love it and enjoyed dancing to it on our wedding day.

In hindsight, was there anything you would have done differently?

We would not have done anything differently. I think our wedding was a true reflection of the love between us and the banter between us. We were so happy with everything.

Do you have any advice for future couples?

Do not aim to please others. It is one day for you, so put yourselves first and do the best you can with it. Enjoy it and take 5 mins to yourself as a couple to take it all in, as it goes so quick.

What’s the best piece of marriage advice you received?

Never go to sleep on a argument

(By Andrews nan Theresa Aston)

What was your favourite thing about planning a wedding?

Our favourite part about planning was hand making all our decorations and all the personal touches

The Suppliers

Photographer: Sandra Ace Photography Ceremony Venue: St Mary’s Church, Tenby Reception Venue: Broadway Country House, Laugharne Bride’s Dress: Allison Jayne, Cardiff Bride’s Shoes: Rainbow Club Bride’s Headpiece: Etsy Bride’s Jewellery: Earrings by Pandora. Bracelet by Joma Jewellery Groom’s Outfit: Mr Roberts, Pembroke Dock Bridesmaid’s Dresses: Etsy Bridesmaid’s Accessories: Etsy and Joma Jewellery Cake: Cake by Mairwen Head Flowers: Flowers by Shelley Webb Hair: Hair by Jamie Hughes of Jamies Salon, Tenby Make Up: Make by Nicole Devereux Singer: Mike Jones DJ: Nikki and Annemarie WestCoast Mobile Disco Stationery: The Vow Any Reception Decor/Props: All made by bride and groom. Bought from various places Transport: Top Class Cars

The Wedding Album

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