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My muse shows up at your muses doorstep in the middle of the night. Without saying a thing, they collapse into your muse's arms. Put your muse's reaction in my ask box.
Plot: Once Upon A Dream ( A Sleeping Beauty/Cinderella AU )
The newborn Princess of Alemas, Muse A, is sent away to live in the woods following a threat on her life by the powerful Lady Tremaine. Tremaine promised that on Muse A’s 16th birthday, she will prick her finger on a spindle and fall into a sleep stronger than death. While no magic was promised, King Gerard choose to avoid the risk and sent his only daughter away with the three women whom his wife, the Queen, entrusted with Muse A’s life before she died following childbirth.
The women do their part raise and her into being a beautiful and soft-spoken young women with a bit of a wild streak, however, as per the king’s orders, refrain from informing her of her royal blood until word of Lady Tremaine’s death is delivered. But as the years and the deadline pass, the women decide to let Muse A have more freedom and explore the nearby waterfall. It is there that she meets Muse B, the Prince of Taubard.
Muse B’s upbringing was nothing short of traditional, or rather, traditional for a future king. With no threats on his life and more freedom than what was probably safe, he often rode through the surrounding woods to clear his thoughts. All was going to plan on the warm spring day that he heard a maiden’s voice resounding off of the trees during one of his afternoon rides. Entranced by the angelic voice and the need to see who possessed it, he followed the sound to a waterfall where he found, what he assumed to be, a free spirited, peasant girl dancing.
Not missing a beat, he joined her and so began their friendship. It seems all the better to Muse B that she doesn’t seem to recognize him as the prince and instead treats him normally. Weeks pass and the two continue to meet by their waterfall, unbeknownst to King Francis who, upon the first mention of his son liking a peasant girl, dismissed the notion. Due to his duty to his father, and Muse A’s knack for coquettishly shying away from his serious romantic advances, Muse B tries to refrain from becoming too attached to Muse A and begrudgingly accepts that he’ll be forced to marry the princess from the neighboring kingdom of Alemas once she’s found.
Despite their doomed relationship, Muse B will often ask Muse A what she thinks of his kingdom, and she’ll give her opinion which he takes back to his father to help improve the kingdom. Months later, the king announces that Muse B will be picking a new bride at a ceremonial ball, seeing as King Gerard had yet to “find” his daughter. Excitedly, Muse B begs Muse A to attend the ball, and despite being instructed not to leave the forest by her three aunts, Muse A agrees.
Plot Twist:
Every night after midnight, Muse A forgets who Muse B is but faintly remembers him, as if from a dream.
He wasn’t sure if he was dying. It was certainly painful enough. His vision swam in foggy images of the trees and this woman’s face. Sleep - the darkness of his eyes closing - would be sweet relief. Her perfume blocks his senses, suffocating the fresh air he desired. Painted nails dug into his jaw as she gripped his chin, forcing him to look at her. Kit inhaled a shaky breath, his arm beginning to tingle from blood loss. How much blood could he lose before he passed out? Or lost life alltogether? He had to see her, just one last time, before he departed from this world. She must know that he hadn’t meant to leave so soon. Just the thought of being torn from her, a single tear runs down his cheek. “If you live, perhaps my sister will still desire you,” the huntress scoffed before releasing him, “Iwouldn’t. Widowers are so morose.” Kit stopped breathing. His heart must have stopped beating. His left hand manages to grab the slender wrist by his face, but she tugs free from his grip. Ella can’t be he’d feel it in his bones. He struggles to sit up straight and then to stand, the motion making him dizzy past the point of bearable. He sways slightly, the woman taking a step back with a widened gaze of surprise. Her hand slowly reaches for the bow slung around her shoulder, but she doesn’t free it. “Give her back to me,” Kit demands in a hushed voice. Let me bury her. Let me mourn her. The sister raises her shoulders and let them fall, signaling something or someone behind him. He doesn’t bother turning around; he doesn’t have the strength. “That isn’t my choice,” are her last words before hands clamp down on his shoulders and everything go DARK.
This time, the dream is different. So very different. Kit’s face is pressed to her abdomen. Whispering soft little words to her swollen belly. It wasn’t overly large. Candles are filled in their chambers, with a book in her hand hues scanning over the words, while her free hand is tangled in his long curly hair.
It was truly perfect until she knows something is wrong. The p a i n she’s in. Her face twists, dropping her book, hand going straight for her stomach. No.
A scream is muffled out as she wakes. Body jerking, shaking. This was different. She’s free. There were no restraints, in a room filled with countless of items. Taking a single step forward she nearly drops to her knees in how weak she feels. Taking another step, she’s almost to the door. The second her heart is full of HOPE a hand is grabbing her waist, pulling her back. She tries to fight it. Ella tries so HARDto fight it.
‘Why are you doing this!? What do you WANT? Where am I? Who are you?’
A male is laughing. Mocking her. All she can see is anger, it’s all she can FEEL right now. Her mind is telling her to fight. Taking her elbow, she pulls it forward and back as hard as she can against his ribs, in hopes it would do something.The second fingers are free, she’s bolting for the door. Heart hammering so hard against her chest, she fears that she’ll pass out. Once she’s out of the room a single ounce of HOPE is filling her bones, eyes scanning for the exit, darting left — she’s greeted to familiar eyes. And then it all makes sense. This was all about HER. This has nothing to do with Kit. If she was neverfound, he would’ve married a true princess. The Duke’s face is pale, stern, there was no hope in his eyes at all.
The next few hours are filled with screams, tears, and true pain.
⊰ ofmiidnight ⊱
Poor Sansa. She got pulled into these politics that she hardly knew enough about. Although Sansa did truly belong so much more better then this. She deserved to be QUEEN. To have people who would adore her. As she did. Yet, if she did indeed wed Joffery, would they love her the way she deserved? Another delicate squeeze, she pulls her forward leading her into the gardens wanting to smell the darling flowers.
‘Others will think and obey the King. Perhaps I am a traitor too. I have quite the different opinion. Enough of this. Show me around will you? I’ve come such a long ways.’
Frustrating, almost, how little Ella seemed to understand of what dangers she walked amongst. Mayhaps with less objectionable blood one could move about the court freely, uninhibited by fear of punishment for slights real or imagined; from that crossroads inn onward, Sansa had been damned. Let them keep their crowns, their thrones. Robb shan’t allow even those in whatever crypt he throws their bones. Soon, the girl promised herself, this keep would linger on only as nightmares did — so terribly real in the past, yet as corporeal as fog burning swiftly away under an afternoon sun.
”You must be careful,” she warned, sighing to hear such cavalier dismissal. “…But of course I shall. Have you many gardens in your home, my lady? The North oft remains too cold for proper arbors or walks, yet so far south, beside the sea, they flourish rather without aid.”

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