Fake scenarios to fall asleep to

Crashing the party

"Ready?" He says

"I was born ready" You retort, and it's true, the amount of time, planning and sleepless nights that went into this all lead up to this very moment ; the destruction of the king.

"Pity," he says, "I really wanted to some cake."

You laugh and say "we're just going to have to nick some from the chaos we're about to cause."

You can hear the music deep inside the hall, fast and upbeat, before you realise it both yours and his feet are in step with the beat. The pounding of your feet against the marble makes you feel powerful. A sort of fire burns in your chest, confidence building up as you both walk side by side, the magnificent double doors plated in gold leaves and painted a deep royal blue that puts even the grandest of architectures to shame, the grand ballroom approaches with every step you take.

The king, his tyrannical reign, his abuse, the  unfair ranking of the people, the poverty and the labour all of it will end tonight and who better to do it with than your worst enemy, his son, the prince.

The beat gets faster and faster and suddenly, it drops. Silence.

An perfectly timed explosion takes an end to that. Through the smoke you walk in power hungry and defiant. Your dress, is simply deathly, a silver bodice reaches down to your waist with golden straps crosses around your neck as ultra marine tule trails bellow down from slits in the bodice, knives hidden in between the blue and silver and a deep violet pistol hangs by your side, ready and loaded for combat.

The equally defiant man beside you is completely opposite from you, he wears a high collar cloak, black as ink gold patterns accentuating the edges, boots studded with rubies and diamonds giving the effect that he is walking on light, an emerald green ruffled shirt infested with amethysts around the collar bone decorating him in purple he does not need weapons, why would he? He has magic. Altogether, he looked magnificent.

The smoke seems to part for you and the officials of the kingdom all look up to face you and the prince, all stunned to silence.

Decending the splendid cream marble staircase to the floor, the crowd watches in awe as whispers start to rise as to why on earth the kings son, his only blood would crash his own birthday party.

The crowd huddles together but as the two of you approach, they part, too confused and scared to do anything else. This makes you grin, boldness taking over as you stare up rebelliously at the wicked, corruptive king, feeling more powerful than you have in a long time.

You draw your loaded pistol in one hand and reveal your crimson stained knives from the slits in your dresswith the other and point them straight at the high monarch, the intent of death imprinted in your mind.

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Inspo : @_escapism on tiktok

I loved writing this ! 💗 there can never be a normal emoji can there ?