THE IRON MAIDEN.

#  IRNMAIDN  :         A WRITING BLOG FOR   CASSANDRA ROTH,   AS FEATURED IN  TANGLED:  THE SERIES.     PORTRAYAL IS  HEADCANON BASED.     SELECTIVE + MUTUALS ONLY.     CROSSOVER FRIENDLY.     LOW ACTIVITY.     ESTABLISHED IN DECEMBER 2019,  WRITTEN SINCE MAY 2017.     ARMORED   BY EVIE.     [   28,   SHE/THEY,   PST.   ]       CARRD.       *   PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW IF YOU’RE A MINOR OR A NON-RP BLOG.

@irnmaidn​     S.C  

“You’re  so  pretty  when  you  punch  bad  guys  in  the  face.”    swoon  swoon  swoon.  

❝     I MEAN...     i was trying a little more for   badass,     [ ... ]     but i think i’ll take it.     ❞

@irnmaidn​  ♥’d for: catra.

“  You know, for a sorceress, I was kinda expecting … more.  ”

@irnmaidn​ liked for a starter!

“Why, I remember you! From the banquet!” Snow chimed pointing with recognition . The princess looked far different from the night time feast - instead of the fine silken dress, she wore what looked like rags, a well-patched cotton skirt with a red sturdy work corset. Her hands were covered with dirt as she sat in the gardens. Tending to the roses. “I’m Snow!” she introduced. “You’re the princess’ lady-in-waiting, correct?”

OH GREAT,   HERE WE GO.     it took every bit of willpower cassandra possessed to fight back the agitated sigh clambering its way up her throat.   they didn’t quite win the battle,   but they didn’t quite lose,   resulting in a quiet huff slipped out beneath their breath.   the princess’ lady in waiting.   of course,   even dressed in a tattered tunic   &   patched up trousers,   walking side by side with a horse on their way out the castle gates,   that’s all they were,   weren’t they ?   even with a sword on their hip,   even landing ten perfect shots in a row,   even on an innocent walk through town tending to their own errands.   JUST THE LADY IN WAITING.   and maybe they should leave it be,   ignore the call   &   just walk on by,   let the girl think she got the wrong person,   but there was   a flicker   in cassandra’s veins.   one that made them stop   &   turn,   head swiveling to follow.       ❛❛     i have a name,   you know.   you could try using it—     ❜❜

and then,   just as cassandra turned,   [ ... ]   they froze.   what did the girl say her name was ?   snow ?   snow—   why did that sound so familiar ?   their brow furrowed as they wracked their brain for the answer.   the girl was knelt down in the grass, patchwork skirt   &   fair palms stained by the rich soil.   perhaps a new maid,   but cassandra surely would have recognized her then.   still,  those bright,   DOE EYES   &   ruby red lips stood out—       ❛❛     oh !   you’re—   your highness.     ❜❜       cassandra cleared their throat,   &   in that split second,   panic shoved the agitation right out of their voice.   shit,  shit,  shit.   why the hell didn’t they recognize the voice in the first place ?   new acquaintance or no,   that feast was just last night.   it shouldn’t have been that hard.       ❛❛     i’m sorry,   i didn’t mean to—   to snap like that.   i didn’t recognize you at first.   i guess we’re both   OUT OF UNIFORM   right now.     ❜❜