#knowngrief

ever after (1998) roleplay starter sentences

@knowngrief

          despite everything, despite the steps lady tremaine had taken to beat her down, ella still stood with her back straight, eyes forward, and with an engagement ring on her finger. kit had supported the banishment of her stepmother and stepsisters. and yet, in the back of her mind, her mother and father’s voices were there, telling her to be kind. ‘ i have a proposal for you. one that will ensure anastasia, drizella, and yourself are all looked after. ‘

—【 @knowngrief​ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫! 】

It was known to most that Anastasia Tremaine, much like her sister, was perhaps considered a plain and talentless girl. And if jealousy had a name? It was Tremaine.

There wasn’t much to her, so why was the young woman so full of herself and overconfident?

And as talentless and clumsy as she was, Anastasia was something else: stubborn. Which could either be a bad trait or a quality. But she would never stop trying.

Mainly, she would never stop trying to make her mother proud. After finding True Love (a dream that had yet to come true!), it was the only thing she aspired to. But unfortunately, a talentless girl such as herself had such few things to go on. So how was she supposed to make Lady Tremaine proud?

Alise bit her lip, sea colored orbs gazing at the governess she was still getting to know. Perhaps it was simply her last experience with such a great lady that made her uneasy. Perhaps it was the words themselves... Lady Tremaine was simply doing the job Grandmama hired her to do after all... Besides, her parents made sure to remind the girl she could go to them at the first sign of trouble. The Lady was a stranger in Chamberg, unused to how things were done here... She ought to at least give her a chance.

Avalor under Queen Elena’s rule had implemented special programs for cases such as theirs. Housing in each city for those just coming into the kingdom, a stipend to get them by until employment could be found. However it was because of a friendship with a certain queen that Elena prefered to keep this particular family close, help them settle in so to speak. and make sure they weren’t up to anything.

Loud steps clattered around the house as she ran from madam’s room where she had woken up, to her own bedroom. Fear had gripped her from the second she awoke, she had half expected to see Madam standing over her, ready to dish out a punishment fit for the crime; but she had been alone. It was when she had been redoing the bed that she had noticed something was off, the proportions of her body were all wrong, she felt weaker, until her gaze dropped to her hands and saw they were all wrong. Gone were the callouses and scars of hard-work, replaced by porcelain perfection, slightly marred by age.

Auburn strands fall over her eyes, and she perfectly understands the magic in that moment, the impossible spell running through her veins, a voice in the back of her mind explains it, soft and warm, comforting her. If her soul has been transferred to this body, it means... 

The tower was cold and humid, things she knew but in this body felt so much heavier as she headed up the steps; panting, she finally stopped, hand hovering over the doorknob as she tried to gather the courage to see what was on the other side.

Have courage and be kind. She whispered to herself, cringing at the voice that spilled from her lips as she opened the door, to see herself, standing on the other side. “Madam?” 

“Mother, why do you hate Ella so? What wrong has she done?”