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The dungeons were dark and musty, trickles of water hitting the stone beneath his feet as well as dampening long locks of brown hair. Kai’s wrists were bound and held up by chains in order to ease any worries of potential escape. For the grueling amount of hours spent staring at his bleak surroundings, the young knight had finally come to accept his fate. Just one hour more until he’s hung for his crimes. If he had shed tears over it, he had been too exhausted to notice.
There’s a commotion at the end of the hall and then, hurried footsteps followed by his name coming from Dolores’s lips. He forces himself to continue looking at the ground; he cannot bear to look her in the eye, not after seeing the pain in her gaze when revealing his betrayal. The guard’s words cut through him like a heated blade. Coward. Though his words ring true, Kai feels his fingers tense and curl in defiance.
Kai only lifts his head at the princess’s bold and sincere declaration. With his near-black eyes filled with shock, the knight manages to find the strength in him to speak, “ Majesty…I am a traitor to the crown. A failure to my own people. I do not deserve thy forgiveness, let alone thy life laid down for mine. “
her valiant knight — bound and chained, treated worse than a mutt on the street. one hand is forced to muffle back a cry: it escapes her fingers anyway; “don’t ... don’t you say such things, sir kai,” there are murmurs among the guards, as the princess refers to the prisoner so freely, so informal.
“without thee, i would have perished in the forest,” of course, who was the traitor that led her through those perilous woods, for his own benefit? nevertheless, he saved her hide and he returned her home! “should a valorous change of heart be punished by the noose?” dolores turns her head towards the guards, though her arm remains through the gap in the bars. he is so far away ... and yet so near!
“i will not allow thee to die, i swear it. if i must scream so loud the entire kingdom hears me, so be it.”
vyrulent:
“yes. yes, indeed she was a beautiful woman.” he could remember the very feeling it was to feel his blood being taken from him to flow into her veins, giving her life that was being stolen. how it had made him feel love, truly and wholly. but with her death and rebirth in the count’s blood, lucy’s beauty and softness had been darkened. that night had showed him a hungry monster where she had once been. had time changed her? had she learned to be the cunning predator that the count had once been?
“i’m…i’m not angry with you.” how could he ever been angry over something she had known nothing of? she knew nothing of the true darkness that lurked in shadows. “but you’ve invited death into this home. for your sake,” a pause as he made an attempt to soften his voice, to hide the building fear from his words, “i think you should stay free of my home for a few weeks until i can make contact with some friends in london. it could be dangerous for you.”
“— what?” there is no real danger in being thrown from her home; the wandering specter of the bride is not allowed to roam so far. that is not the concern ... the main concern, anyway. it is the repulsive guilt of putting him in danger, all without intention obviously — but recklessly nonetheless; “oh, dr. seward! say it isn’t so ...” that charming woman seemed so ... harmless! not the vixen of death she is described as now.
“no ... no! why would she hurt you? she said she was a friend —“ and of course. dolores is the first to blindly believe this claim. her judgment of character is ... questionable, to put it as lightly as possible.
with a frantic shake of her head, dolores asserts, “i can’t leave you now, after all the horrid trouble i’ve put you in!” she rushes from her position and kneels at the doctor’s feet, taking his warm hand into her own chill two; “i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry, doctor.”
asylum verse headcanon: dolores’s labor was very challenging on her, due in part to the stress of her environment & the poor care she’d been receiving at briarcliff. she nearly lost her life in the process of giving birth, and is one of the many souls in the asylum that saw shachath. shachath asked dolores if she wanted her kiss, but dolores denied her, as she wanted to see her daughter. the baby was taken within hours of it being born.
dolores had planned on naming her daughter stella lillian clyde when she was born, however, when the nuns of st. ursula’s came and took the child, the baby was given the name catherine and adopted by a couple that could not conceive children of their own. “catherine” never had the chance to learn of her birth mother, or even that she is adopted.
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I forgot to post this one ! Set from Etam 💖
it’s taken endless pleas to the king for kai’s health to be treated — in all that time that was wasted, dolores feared it would be too late for her knight. traitor though he is (and how kai destroyed her with his betrayal), his acts of valor in the woods have redeemed him ... or so the princess argues before the throne of her father. it's impossible to confess to her parents that she has fallen in love with this treacherous bastard of enemy blood. dolores shall be a fool in their eyes, perhaps sent to a convent by the sea to recover, while their traitor is slain, hanged for his crimes. an unbearable thought ... she would rather be slain by the sword for this betrayer than watch him perish.
“shh, rest now,” dolores implores; she brushes back loose, damp curls that stick to his skin, while dabbing at kai’s forehead with a cool wet rag; “don’t speak until water is upon thy lips. sir knight,” in a surprisingly impatient (yet all too frantic) gesture from the maiden, she snaps her fingers in the direction of a guard — who, reluctantly, returns some minutes later with a an old ladle for the princess’s bucket.
“i shall make thee well again, sir kai. i swear to thee now — thou shalt live.”
humilictedman / CONTINUED!
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Children came and went as they did. Some left soon as they had arrived and others stayed for the spooky house tour. Every year he would use his magic to enchant the house and give them a little scare and if they were brave enough to endure the whole thing, they’d get more candy, perhaps even a book if he were feeling generous enough, and this year wasn’t unlike any other.
He smiled when he saw them crowding around his doorstep, which was very large considering it was an old mansion atop a hill. But he kept it in nice condition, almost as if it weren’t hundreds of years old. Their smiling faces brought much joy and a smile of his own as he dropped pieces of candy from a large bowl, adding just a tiny bit more weight to their already growing pillow sacks of sugary treats. Over the years, he had gained the reputation of the town eccentric, the strange man who wore women’s clothing and hosted tours of his mansion during Halloween, and supposedly could be magic. The locals often wrote him off as an oddball and nothing more, but plenty of the children were fascinated by his magic and the generous amount of candy they’d receive from him during this particular holiday.
So favour he did gain, at least with them, however in the midst of the crowd of children in their costumes, he saw someone who stood out, almost quite literally. She was a woman with dark hair and a pale complexion, dressed in black. Morgan himself was wearing dark colored clothing, a black dress in fact with a slit on the side and he even went through the effort of applying a dark shade of lipstick. “You know,” his lips curled into a smile. “It’s not often the grown-ups come all the way up here. Are you interested in the house tour?”
the excited flurry of children helps to ease dolores’s anxieties; their joyfous little faces and pails pull of candy are a delight to behold. she walks towards the house with her chin held held high — the social butterfly is flurrying within the confines of dolores’s rib cage — only to clash and flutter to the pit of her stomach once the home’s owner is in full few. from afar, dolores believed him to be a woman ... upon closer inspection, it is a ... handsome, but so oddly ... dressed young man. strange — but noticeably attractive, especially as she draws nearer.
subtly, the ghost begins to smooth down the fabric of her dress, though her coat conceals most of the garment — “oh, yes, actually!” red lips spread into a goodhearted grin, “that’s, that’s why i’m here. i was told about your incredible home,” dolores’s glance is noticeably stolen as she takes in the glory of the mansion.
“my name is dolores, sir. dolores cotton. i don’t want to be a bother but it’s my pleasure to meet you.”
thehellyouputmein: [ guard ] for your muse to step in front of my muse protectively ( jackie)
[ guard ] for your muse to step in front of my muse protectively
“my good sir,” gentle fingers (uncalloused, soft) wrap around a guard’s wrist. the man is stunned by the fair touch of his monarch, and immediately kneels at her feet. his tongue begins to wag, but the princess cuts him off; “i assure you, i have known this maiden for many years, and her service has not once failed me,” she begins to stand in front of the handmaiden, “if there is a thief in this palace, it is not my fair maid.”
damnthings: [ help down ] (from silas!! medieval au???)
[ help down ] for your muse to assist my muse getting out of a carriage
a harsh nudge from her eldest sister jolts dolores from her light slumber. the final hours of her journey have been a bore, and her legs ache from sitting so long without a break. she fears her numb legs shall collapse the minute she exits the carriage. gratefully, her mother and older sister depart from the carriage first — giving the middle princess the time she so desperately needs to adjust her legs and shake her feet awake, beneath her heavy skirts. dolores’s young sister grows impatient, however, and it is now her turn to leave and greet this growing crowd.
“— thank you, sir,” dolores dips her head graciously towards the aide, as he kindly guides the princess from her carriage; “i trust thy sturdy hand,” she gently teases; a wink's cast in silas’s direction before she joins her family.

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humilictedman: [ guard ]
[ guard ] for your muse to step in front of my muse protectively
'his neck shall meet the hangman’s noose for his treason’, her mother assures her in the confines of dolores’s chambers. a godly, regal hand soothes her daughter with its gentle touch, yet the queens words leave the princess in a sobbing tizzy. dolores is not seen by anyone until the following dawn. servants, maids, ladies in waiting — all are present in a wild dash to stop the princess’s sprint throughout the castle. her pursuit is not complete, until dolores reaches the dungeons. the guards implore her to turn back now — the grim sights ahead are no view for a daughter of the crown. her tear pleas, however, cannot be ignored by any man with a heart: one guard allows her to pass.
“oh sir kai!” the bars of the knight’s cell brace her collision; the princess collapses to her knees. a sob already builds in her throat, as she presses her forehead to the metal, and reaches her small hand through the bars.
“your majesty,” a guard reluctantly implores, bowing to her humble level; “your majesty, treacherous filth like this coward do not deserve your divine touch. he is to be hanged, rightfully so, in but a hour’s time —”
“no!” the screech yanked from her throat is raw and feral — in a heart’s beat, dolores is standing before the prisoner, her arms outstretched,“no! i shan’t let a hair on this man’s head be tainted by thy ruthless hands! i would rather die than let this man hang!”
𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋 / 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ♛
one word prompts suitable for medieval & fantasy muses, verses, etc. add ‘ + reverse ’ to reverse who performs the action. context & description always a welcome addition!
[ bow ] for your muse to bow to my muse [ cast ] for your muse to perform magic, real or otherwise, for my muse [ cloak ] for your muse to wrap their cloak around my muse [ crown ] for your muse to place a crown on my muse’s head [ curtsy ] for your muse to curtsy to my muse [ dagger ] for your muse to draw a dagger on my muse [ dance ] for your muse to ask my muse to dance [ dress ] for your muse to assist my muse with a tedious piece of clothing [ drink ] for your muse to offer my muse a drink in a tavern [ duel ] for your muse to challenge my muse to a duel [ favor ] for your muse to ask for my muse’s favor directly before a jousting match [ guard ] for your muse to step in front of my muse protectively [ hand ] for your muse to kiss the back of my muse’s hand [ help down ] for your muse to assist my muse getting out of a carriage [ help up ] for your muse to assist my muse in getting on a horse [ letter ] for your muse to deliver a letter to my muse [ portrait ] for your muse to paint a portrait of my muse [ ride ] for your muse to share a horseback ride with my muse [ shield ] for your muse to use a shield to defend my muse [ soothe ] for your muse to soothe my muse’s fever [ sword ] for your muse to draw their sword on my muse [ quest ] for your muse to ask my muse to embark on a quest with them