【timestamps + notes】 ♛ [00:01] 1: how villains are made (madalen duke) ♛ [03:26] 2: love and war (fleurie) ♛ [07:11] 3: blood in the water (joanna jones as the dame) ♛ [11:06] 4: no rest for the wicked (klergy) ♛ [14:54] 5: paint it, black (ciara cover) ♛ [18:50] 6: the world we made (ruelle) ♛ [21:55] 7: dark things (adona) ♛ [25:27] 8: wicked game (ursine vulpine ft. annaca cover) ♛ [30:02] 9: breathe (tommee profitt ft. fleurie) ♛ [33:40] 10: city of the dead (eurielle) this is most likely a sequel to my "all thrones come at a cost" playlist 😂 i really liked the theme, but i wanted to make a playlist that was slightly different from the storyline of the last playlist, so while that one is more focused on the grief of the moment, this playlist is about the aftermath of taking the throne and ruling with the costs. also, i was going to work on the playlists that yall voted for in the polls, but i wasnt feeling super inspired :(( i will definitely put out the outer space ambience & heartbreak playlists in the future-- right now, however, i just want to do a few playlists that i have lots of inspiration for! i hope thats alright, and much apologies for everyone who looked forward to those poll playlists happy listening!
AMAZING! I love the idea that he’s so fed up he starts crying, probably because he’s never seen someone almost as bad or worse than him, and he is unwilling to believe that he isn’t the only one after spending so long alone, or recognizes what he/she is and is terrified. Because he sees himself in the person and doesn’t want to be it anymore but doesn’t know any other choice, isn’t aware change is possible, doesn’t believe in second chances. Or maybe I’m reading into it too much
He was once a proud and noble prince. His parents had raised with him with a kind heart and loved him with every fiber of their being. At the age of 9, everything was taken away from him from an enemy nation. His uncle and the captain of his father's guard, was ordered to take the boy away. The boy could recall the way the castle halls echoed with the screams of his parents as they were killed. He could recall how his home was burned to the ground. He and his uncle had managed to find sanctuary somewhere safe in an isolated island. His uncle taught him how to fight and continued to ensure the kindness in his heart. 13 years had passed and the lost prince was now a man at the age of 22. He had fallen in love with a young girl who was a lowly farmer's daughter. The young prince did not care about her status. His uncle knew that he could do nothing to sway his nephew from falling in love with such a commoner. The prince and uncle had managed to find allies during their hiding and slowly grew an army. The lost prince decided it was time to regain his home. The prince had asked the farm girl for her hand in marriage and that he could come get her once he had retaken his throne. The farm girl had said yes It had taken two years for the lost prince to retake his home. His nations people cheered as he reclaimed his throne...his birthright. The prince had decided to set sail back to that isolated island for the love of his life. Once the ship had reached the island, the prince ran off the boat. He nose was met with the stench of burning flesh, bile rose up his throat but managed to keep it down. His eyes widened at the sight before him. Everything was burned to the ground. Memories of seeing his own home burned had resurfaced. The prince walked and prayed that his beloved was alright. He bolted as he spotted the familiar house but immediately paused. In front of the house was a handmade cross and nailed to it was his beloved. He saw the bloody marks all over her. Her dress was torn apart and her body was completely bloodies and bruised. He fell to his knees and then spotted something familiar above the crucifix. There was the flag of his enemy nation. The prince's blood boiled with rage. Even his own uncle had sensed something wrong with his kindhearted nephew. "My boy, surely you cannot.." The prince looked over at his uncle. Pain and anger filled his eyes, blood and heart. "I am sick and tired of them taking everything from them. It's time I return the favor." The prince had gotten his revenge but at a cost. He was no longer the boy who's heart was filled with kindness. Now he was a tyrant with an empty heart, filled with only rage. His people who had once loved him, now feared him. His allies feared for themselves, one false move and they would be dead alongside their kin. His uncle could no longer stand the sight of his beloved nephew. The prince was no longer the sweet boy he once knew. Heavy is the crown who wears it
They feared her. Her dark power, her gaze, her voice, the sound of her footfalls. It had not always been this way. She once glittered in the daylight, skin of holographic glass, voice of sunlight and honey. People would flood through the kingdom gates and fill the courtyard to the brim with life. The Glass Queen would prance about the courtyard, barefoot and singing songs of old to the young children who chased her. She was light, music, fertility, life, beauty, radiance-and now she sits in a hollow castle, cleaved heads gaping emptily at the cavern of the main hall, eyes empty, much like the Glass Queen’s. Her childish giddy and love for life had been shattered, broken into millions of pieces of glittering glass that faded to ash. Her golden blood that flowed through a golden heart had halted, turned thick and black, like tar, pumping cold hatred through her coal heart. The floor is that of blood, the walls are prizes from battle, the ceiling is a chandelier of horrors: depictions of her wars, victories, treachery. This was what became of the Glass Queen, the one who glittered and danced, the one now so broken she only feels when she shatters the bodies of others. Every body, every massacre-each stings just a little more, but with a steadiness that promises no redemption to her venomous soul. Veida, the Glass Queen, sits in an empty castle beyond an empty city in an empty land.
“That crown does not make you a ruler. That throne does not make you anymore powerful than us. To be a king or queen you have to be ready to sacrifice everything for your people. That is why I do not envy you. You have the most and least power position there is. To rule a kingdom is a good feat indeed, but when you falter and grow weak, your people will turn against you. You have flaws and weaknesses just like the rest of us. A circlet of gold on your brow means nothing if you do not show that you deserve it.” - From the book I’m currently writing
You should make a dark royalty core playlist about a witch dancing with her cruel vampire prince. How their love is forbidden and she is now know as a traitor amongst her kind.
Maybe I will ask a question: what is better, to have love for your everyday life, or maybe to respect yourself through your own interest? Are you a romantic princess or a determined vampire? Yours is the future, your destiny ...
“your majesty?” the room was dark and the only light was coming from the dim candle on the nightstand but the man could see her silhouette sitting on her chair and looking at herself in the mirror. she was sitting straight and her long dark brown hair was let down, no crown, no jewels in it - as she would usually wear it. the man noticed a small shining thing on her hand which was resting on her nightstand. the man knew that the shining thing was her golden-emerald mockingbird ring. she looked so haunting and just watching her sitting that way gave shivers to the man. “why are you standing there winchester?” her voice was so sharp, so strong, so regal. the man straightened himself “i-i, your majesty i came to see you, but forgive me i didn’t know that you would be resting at this time of the night.” she moved her hand from the nightstand and the emerald mockingbird ring was now shining on her lap “no. i am not resting. i am thinking.” as soon as she said that she stood and turned him. he was watching at this regal dark silhouette in front of him. she may not wore a crown on her head at that moment but it looked like she had the biggest, most glorious crown on her head. “may i know why your majesty is thinking in complete darkness?” he was hesitant to ask her this question but relying on their relationship which was close and trustworthy he took his chance. “i think the best in darkness.” her answers were so short and cold and winchester wasn’t used to such conversation with her. before he could continue the odd conversation silhouette turned fast and lit the candles in her chambers one by one till there was no more candles to lit. morgana was now standing in front of him in her black nightgown, with dark circles under her brown eyes. he never saw her in this awful state. that was the very reason why he visited her privately, she wasn’t coming to any council meetings nor was she entering the throne room . no one had seen her for days and people were worried. so he decided to enter her chambers and see what is happening with their queen, with his queen. “you are probably wondering why do i look so dreadful” morgana let out a small smile. “madam among other things yes but mostly why are you locked in your chambers ? what is happening?” and then the saddest look in her eyes shot him and he could swear he never saw such sad eyes but just like that that sad look turned into serious dead stare. “i’m planning winchester. i’m planning my actions, the actions that i will make when the time comes and the time has come.” “madam i don’t understand, what actions? what time ?” winchester was awfully confused. “he betrayed me winchester, he who was my only light, he for whom i thought would never and could never do such a thing. he for whom i would sacrifice it all. my flesh and blood, my soul, my father.” the way she was saying these words were so hauntingly sad, as though she was reading a poem. “he went to that stark bitch and now i must do what i must do to protect seven kingdoms, to protect myself, to protect the throne, to protect my children.” the last one thing she said sent shivers down his spine. “but your majesty we mustn’t declare war to the north we signed a treaty ! i know how betrayed and hurt you feel for what your father did for leaving the lord hand of the queen badge but it mustn’t make you do foolish things in the time of fury !” he was practically begging her not to attack the north for he knew if morgana breaks the treaty she signed with sansa stark hell would break loose. “i am not going to declare war to north winchester i am not stupid, i will not even declare war on my bitch stark mother and my idiot father. no. i will take justice. my only wish is revenge winchester, revenge.” morgana was bloodthirsty and hateful, she wanted to make them suffer, to make them feel the same pain she felt and the pain was big. yes she was the golden mockingbird, the golden queen, the ruler seven kingdoms didn’t have since the time of jaehaerys the great, she brought the golden age but now was not the time for golden gods given morgana, now was the time for the scheming, evil, cold hearted morgana. the morgana who killed her first fool king husband, but this time it hurt her much more than words could ever describe. “your majesty maybe you should stop and cool your head and than we will make a proper punishment for your father lord baelish, let’s not do anything rapidly that could later on leave big marks.” he was trying to calm her and make her believe there is another way. “winchester i am pretty determined in this. do you really think that i will do anything that is not calculated and cold ?” “no madam but-“ “there’s no but winchester, i will get justice. paid in blood.” he couldn’t believe his ears, morgana baelish the woman who loved her father more than anything was thinking on murdering him. “your majesty surely you don’t think-“ “ i do. and it doesn’t really matter what i think, only what i do.” she turned and went to her big royal closet the black satin nightgown flowing as she moved. she took a key from her nightstand and unlocked a big drawer and from it took out a big black diamond crown. she sighed “if they want to make me a villain than they will get a villain.” winchester remembered that crown, the last time she was wearing it was at the time of mourning for the late king visenys targaryen, her first husband. morgana went to the big mirror standing next to her closet and carefully put the crown on her head. she turned to face him head high crowned with black diamonds. and in the most regal voice she started talking. “it’s the time for mourning winchester. the time for black clouds over kings landing and black flags over the throne room and sept of baelor. it’s time for paying debts. tell lords that they can expect me at the small council meetings tomorrow.” all he could do was bow his head and leave her chambers and do as told. dark times were coming, winchester now was certain. and gods save them all but mostly he prayed for gods to save the queen.
Her lover approached her. “Look what you’ve done!” he screams. “This was all for you” she says, no remorse in her voice. “Everything.” And the world burned around her.
The Princess let out a satisfied sigh as she adjusted her gown, which billowed around her waist. The white folds of satin made her look almost pure. Almost. God knows what she had to do to make the impossible possible. How she was stripped of her chance to ascend the throne for her younger brother. How her father wanted to marry her off to another Kingdom, because marriages were never about love, they were about business. How she was forcefully separated from her true love because they were never meant to be. Because that's not how the world runs. Despite being a part of Royalty, she found herself powerless. The only ones who seemed to be able to do anything seemed to be the ones at the peak of the pyramid of power. If she had to get the life she wanted, she had to get some of it. And if no one was going to give it to her, she was going to take it from them. "I'm sorry", she said, as she mixed the poison in the goblet of wine for her younger blood, who stepped over her privilege. "I truly am," she said, as she castrated her father, who used her for his gain. "But this is for my freedom," she said, as she drowned the minister who was onto her. All that should have granted her the freedom she yearned for. And yet, she found herself bound to the will of the people, who weren't happy to see a woman in power. Ah, she was wrong, it seems. Even the ones at the top of Royalty weren't entirely powerful. Of course, that could be easily solved when she got on the throne. Who said she had to be Royalty when she could be a tyrant? [I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I JUST WROTE SO PLEASE IGNORE IF I MADE MISTAKES, I'M BAD AT THIS LOL]
He fought long for this crown. The crown that would have men and women alike bowing at his feet. The crown that would make his actions and thoughts limitless. He had craved the proud red that spilled from his enemies lifeless corpses. Because it was the color of the crown he yearned for. . . . . The crown was finally in his hands. His ration would flee him, leaving him an empty shell. The crown was his now. For but a few measly seconds. Because the red that covered his crown came from his bloody hands- and the blood was his.
She was the elder of the two sisters. Cold eyes, perfect temper, and a wise head. She had studied her entire childhood, while her sister danced at balls and gossipped with friends over tea. She prepared for law, magic, and marriage to eventually fix the centuries long war between her kind and the creatures of the enemy kingdom. She never thought of herself as a person, but rather as the perfect tool for the crown. And then, it all came crashing down. Her mother, senile in her old age, suddenly declared her younger sister would be heir to throne. Saying how the kingdom no longer needed fear and strength, but rather kindness and empathy. This was foolishness, but she was the Queen. Who dares opposed her? Certainly not the younger. She was assured she could rely on the Advisors to help her rule. But not the Elder, nay. In one night she lost everything, was disgraced in front of her kingdom, and above all betrayed. She now had nothing to listen to, she would rather die than grow up fat and useless in court while her sister ruled the kingdom to destruction. She certainly wouldn't marry to create peace with the creatures. So the Elder knew what she had to do. Later, witnesses would say it started as call talking in the Queen's study, then shouting, before screaming. The doors barred shut, dark magic stinking the air behind the door. When they managed to open it, the Elder had fled, and the Queen was dead. Stabbed and burnt with magic, blood splattered the carpet. She was given a royal funeral, the younger ascended as queen. But only with hatred now in her previously innocent heart. She knew where her sister would flee to, the creatures. And she vowed one thing as she felt the crown settle on her head and heart. That she would return with her sister's head.
I am writing a lot of fiction and your playlists really help me channel the dramatic scenes. I just listen to them one after the other and the words keep flowing. Thank you
There was a young prince, he lived a life any royal would. One with comfort, and could get anything he wanted. One day, there was an attack on his country, the palace was blown up. Fortunately, his family was able to use an escape tunnel to get out. They made it to a ship, from there they were to go to the bordering nation, who were their allies. On their way to the ship however, they had to pass through towns undetected. That would mean they act like one of the villagers. While everyone else was complaining about it, the young prince was thrilled. He had always wanted to go see the struggles and pleasures of living a simple life. Though in the palace, he got anything he wanted, he didn't have anyone to call a friend. Here, everyone was nice, even though they didn't know he was a prince. They weren't his friends to get rich, they were just having fun. When it was time to move on to the ship, he didn't want to. Where he was going would only mean him to be alone again. He snuck out, and hid from them until they left, thinking he was dead. He stayed at that village, and one of the villagers adopted him. He was picking fruits one day, when he say his brother. Someone he hasn't seen for a long time. When he noticed him, he immediately came to talk to him about what happened. He wanted him to come back, something he'd rather die than doing. He'd missed them of course, but these people had been more of a family to him than they could ever be. Seeing this, his brother was very angry. He yelled at him saying how dare he think these peasants to be more than his own blood. He got so mad that he shot the person who had adopted him. The prince ran to his side. The one person he'd trusted, was bleeding out in his arms. He got up, wiped his tears, and walked up to his brother. His brother was smiling, he actually thought he'd taught him a lesson. The prince took the gun out of his hand, and shot him before he could protest. I'm sorry if it's really bad, I'm not that good at writing. 😅😅
I step onto the marbled floor, the swirls reminding me of blood that will stain the grounds when i reign. The gemstones on my crimson heels drip with shine as my black, lace ballgown glides across behind them, the dagger hidden beneath it hiding a secret worthy of death. The ruby mask that veils my eyes is the perfect distraction, hiding me as a damsel meaning no harm. Everyone glides across the floor in their gowns and their suits, all worth a fortune, all unbeknownst of their fate. As i am about to take another step a man blocks my path. The prince. The prince whose blood runs with the enemy. The prince who i must take down. My crimson lips curl into a smile as he approaches, his emerald green eyes seem to reflect devilish lust. He extends his glove clad arm, bowing, and utters "Care to dance with me, M'lady? I know not what your motives are, though your beauty is enthralling." He knows my motives. He knows i am here to destroy his kingdom. Except my face is masked, he doesn't recognize. Tonight is all a game, a game of lies and deception. I take his hand, my eyes meeting his, a sheer moment of ecstasy between two young rivals. As soon as he places his arm on my waist, he knows. He feels the dagger, he feels it's engravings. I smirk as i remove my mask. His lips curl into a frown, as he cannot do me harm amidst the ball in the honour of his father. "The show must go on, your majesty." I whisper in his ear, dangerously close. We begin to glide across the floor, melodically to the music, a dance of hatred, a dance of death. The music halts as i drop and he catches my waist, and we glare into each other's eyes, filled with forgotten love, newfound distaste. We both know what i am here for, we both know what's to happen at the end of the evening. As the waltz rolls to a stop, everyone starts to leave the hall. I meet his eyes again. I expect to see utter detestation, utter hatred, but what i see shocks me. His eyes well with tears, they seem to lose their shine. "I loved you, i fell in love with you. Why must you do this?" He whispers. "My kingdom comes first. Love is nothing but lies." I snap as i turn away, my gown spinning gracefully. But he grabs my wrist, pulling me back, pulling me into him, closer than ever before. And he presses his lips to mine. Tears seem to come to my eyes as my affection towards him comes up to the surface. But i can't fall in. I can't let go. I can't give in. I slowly reach to the back of my dress as i pull away, tears streaming down my cheeks, his eyes burning into mine. I snatch the dagger out of my dress, pressing it to his neck, two lovers standing amidst an empty ballroom, with only the moon for company, the twilight illuminating the blade, the crime against our hearts. "My kingdom comes first, my love. I shall reign, reign with pride. Farewell." I plunge the dagger deeper, blood dripping onto the floor. I drop the knife, my now crimson-stained ballgown the only reminder of the man i once loved, of the slaying of honour, as i walk away, my heels clicking along the floor, announcing my reign, till forevermore.
You shattered my heart that I had engraved your name I who had given you both the crown and fame My blade and love, those two I offered on your feet Yet you repaid me with a stab of lies and deceit I beg you no forgiveness for my disloyalty, my love You killed me while sitting on my throne up above Death welcomed my return but refused my heart It was you who broke it right from the very start My king now lies in my feet, still and cold His blood now spilled my throne red And now I wear your once crown of gold My heart is now with you, silent.Dead
Our cat died today... 2004-2022 This gave me some peace and calm I'm not aloud to cry by other people so I sit I'm my room and cry while listening to this beautiful playlist
Watch as the once pure queen set her Dark n lonely crown upon her head with a smirk on her face in front of all her once haters watching them all bow to her feet. At that moment she knew that even tho her crown was dark it still SHINE like the billion stars in the dark night sky BEAUTIFUL ❤️
If you guys love this kind of aesthetic then y'all gonna love Halsey's new album If I Can't Have Love I Want Power. Seriously, it's like going back in time to 19th century, the songs, the visuals, everything so perfect. I'm in love with her new era 😷❤
her voice whispered through the long halls of the castle and as she spoke fear came with it. yes she was the heiress to the throne the first born of blood and icy thorns the first of the prophecy. born with darkness in her heart and spirits to guard her she was the first shadow wolf born in centuries but they still called her a monster for she could control the darkness. they sent her away before she could remeber them she grew up in a modern world full of real monsters. taken and used for her power an xperiment she became and then she asked those peope who smilde at her with greed and envy "why do you call me a monster i didnt do anything wrong?" but they just smiled and said "your a monster because you were destined to be one". it was unfair but then she heard screams and a woman apeared grey hair burned at the ends and blue eyes full of hatred but it wasnt directed towards her it was to the monters around her. she knew what would happen to them but she didnt look away or flinch, she didnt feel anything fear nor pain. they laid lifeless infront of her the woman took her hand nd ripped all the tpe out of her arms and said "these people know nothing of mercy do they" and then she looked at her "what is your name child?" she looked at the woman with lifeless eyes and said "they called me corvid". and at that they walked out hand in hand and the woman said "you are no longer a monster you will be someone wh will never be forgotten corvid, you will rule over those who haved wronged you and protect those who care." they stopped a few feet in front of the entrance of the faculty the woman took both her hands looked her in the eyes and firmly said "you are no longer corvid my child you are the new lilith of this world you are the bloodied sunsets of august your name will be the crimson raven from now on, my new daughter." and wth that she hod cme to the arms of the greatest villaness to live and she would be he daughter.
Walking in the charred remains of what stood a castle, a palace. Of glory. The young lady walked around, the molding pillars bowing to her, her black flowing dress acted as if she had wings fluttering to the sharp icey winds blowing the strands of her raven hair that blocked the vision before her, "what happened here, I can't remember." what stood a peace full kingdom now stands a large orange, red and blue monster, she looked down, her emerald eyes reflecting what stood in front of her, the red stained land of the pupils who she sworn to protect. She turned back, looking and the unrecognizable corpses of who was said to be 'family'. Some how she didn't feel sorry nor sad. She walked towards a room and what stood a throne in it. She placed her self on the throne, the crown the sat next to her feet, she picked up and placed on her head. She smiled, "right, I was the one who caused this mess" she smiled again, but this time, crooked. "I returned your favour, father."
i am listening to this while doing an analysis for my political sciences class and God i feel so powerful like i can actually rule the world, a world that is so aesthetically full of castels and lost kingdoms and reals and empires that are ready to be taken. Feels like i am rulling a world from a fantasy that is sooo real!!!
The laughter filled the air as she sat there the thorn was cold "They will pay for the death of my husband , the father of my three boys and I will be Damned if they don't " she hissed , her voice so cold that the December wind was warm to the touch "find them , bring them here alive I want to torture them to make them feel my pain and wrath that only a grieving wife can make "
“Mare Barrows world is divided by blood- those with red and those with silver. Mare and her family are lowly reds, destined to serve the silver elite whose supernatural abilities make them nearly gods. Mare steals what she can to help her family survive, but a twist of fate leads her to the royal palace itself where, in front of the king and all his nobles, she discovers an ability she didn’t know she had. Expect… her blood is red. To hide this impossibility, the king forces her into the role of a lost silver princess and betroths her to one of his own sons. As Mare is drawn further into the silver world, her actions put into motion a deadly and violent dance, putting prince against prince and Mare against her own heart.” -Red Queen, by Victoria Aveyard Power is a dangerous game.
THIS IS LEGIT THE BEST DARK ROYALTY PLAYLIST EVER!! Not to offend anyone else's playlist, but their chosen songs sound nothing close to being classy, aristrocratic, refined or evil. How can pop music ever sound royal? But this playlist just hits all the right notes. I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHHHH!!! Can you do more of these playlists, please? You definitely have taste XD
I'm writing a book based around dark royalty core and I just play this in the background as I write... It keeps me inspired to keep writing, so thank you
a boy walked down the hall of the palace, mesmerized by the first snow fall of the season. he was about 6 and loved by everyone who crossed his path. his smile was like the sun itself lived in him and his adventurous silliness charmed people like it was nothing. as he watched the snow fall, he couldn’t help but scale the small fence and enter the courtyard to stand in the middle of it all. blankets upon blankets had fallen during the night while the sunrise lit everything around him. and that’s when he heard it: the first scream. It pierced thru the grounds like a knife and was quickly followed by more. the stories around him began raining in a red liquid that stained the crisp snow a violent, rageful red. he didn’t know what, but he knew something was wrong. before he knew it, guards had swept him into bedazzled chambers underground to await his fait. the poor boy hadn’t been able to grasp what had happened that night until his fourteenth birthday whenever the same thing happened once more. he was entertaining a crowd of his friends’ parents with magic tricks and fights with swords of oak. he giggled revealing his missing tooth. tho it was perfect outside, his elbows cheeks and knees still had a rosy shine that brightened his blonde hair. that’s when he saw another boy that took him aback. this boy had dark brown eyes and even darker hair. they gave each other tentative smiles. he was about to approach the stranger when, suddenly, something sticky splattered onto him. he whirled around to see his father coughing blood. shining metal stuck from his neck. his mother cried out and fell to her knees beside him whenever an arrow pierced her. before he could fall to his knees beside them both, the dark haired boy had grabbed him by the forearm and was dragging him away. tears fell to the ground as he felt his calf scrape on the metal of a knights armor. he was hurried into a nook, where he met the boy’s intense black eyes. from that day on, they were inseparable. always seen clasping hands or one arm around the other. it had become the twos goal to regain their nations peace and to live in harmony. doubtful words of his grandmother would fill his mind about the royal family never getting a happy ending, but he would push them aside. he would get his happy ending. he’d make sure of it. no matter what. one evening nearing his nineteenth birthday he shared these thoughts with his lover, who was taken aback. the fair haired boy asked him what was wrong, to which he responded “I didn’t know you had such…determination.” although it perplexed him a bit, he shot back in an irritated tone “determination isn’t quite the word I’d use. I’d more or less call it…lust for freedom. for my-for OUR-happy ending.” “I’m afraid I believe your grandmother is right.” snow had begun falling, and, just like every time the first snow fall came, he was reminded of the horrid night whenever his childhood had tried to leave him. fiddling with a dagger, he flipped thru the pages of ancient texts he’d found in his library about the art of war. something was off. the thought entered his mind so quickly he startled, the clatter of metal following. that was strange…his dagger was firmly in his hand. “I…I…” the dark haired boy was frozen behind him, stammering for words. his skin whiter than usual, a dagger on the stone floor. “tell me that dagger was needing to be polished.” the blonde boy chuckled darkly. the other boy shook his head sadly. “why?” the boy hissed. “u r…getting out of control.” “and so you’d kill me? bc of a precaution?” “u executed a senator bc they suggested an idea that involved your uncle. I’d say it’s a bit more than a precaution at this point.” “my uncle is an awful man.” spat the boy. rage boiled inside him. how dare he. how dare Erin believe he could take the life of the second in line to the throne. in a cowardly manner, no less. “I’m truly sorry.” “do not be sorry.” the boy grinned. “for u have taught me a lesson I should’ve learned a long time ago. never trust anyone. no matter how lovely they seem to be.” he rose the dagger above his head. “what r u-“ the dagger was thru his chest before he could finish his sentence. “I’m having second thoughts. I do not believe I would do anything for my kingdom. I believe i would do anything to keep this nation mine. and, as u know, the crown comes with a price that I just paid. good like in the afterlife, Erin.” sorry that was long :D
:You promised- you promised not to, YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO STAY WITH ME "You believed in me that much? :How dare you break down the trust you took so long to build "Its fine if you don't trust me after this, I wouldn't even try to restore that trust with myself either" A treacherous scene I came up with used in general
*POV* _(I've been playing a lot of Crusader Kings 3 and this is an actual storyline from the game)_ When Ishaela was young, she used to dream of a small cottage in the countryside, where she would tend to the curving hills the same way her husband would tend to her. She would fly away with the seasonal canaries and escape her grandmother's court. Her albino skin and red eyes would not matter, and all the intrigue, the politics, the tight, beautiful clothes, the stares - _why can't they look at anything but me_ - the ice-cold fear of an assassin at any time melding out of the shadows...it would all wash off her. Ishaela would be free. But that was before she understood the power in her name. _Princess Ishaela bin al Huddid._ Huddid. It was a name that speared fear deep into the hearts of men. In just forty years, her grandmother had taken the duchy of Huddid and made it into a lion that had devoured half the continent. All of Hispanic Islam was now under the Malika's control. Her council never dared cross her; the men averted their eyes, unable to understand how a woman had done this...and would do more. They said that the Malika knew everything, that she was a weaver of shadows, that she could take the blackness in hearts and turn it to blackmail. That with a smile, a kiss and a lie, she taken it all. But Ishaela never expected that she would be a pawn, too. The letter came just after she turned fourteen. She was working on her studies when her father trailed into her chambers with a small litany of officials. Sitting down next to her, he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. "How are you, my darling?" "I can't figure out this problem. I'm not sure how to apply Allah's commandments to federal budgets." She showed him her workings. "What do you think?" Her father was a master theologian, and he _always_ bit for these kinds of things. Why was he just sitting there, tense and bowed? He let out a slow sigh and a chill, a sense of dread, ran down her spine. "Father?" His eyes. _That look._ She'd been here long enough to know when her grandmother had reminded men of their mortality. What was going on? Her father said, "Darling, as you know, you are almost of a marriageable age." _Oh no._ "The Malika wishes to unite Spain under the Huddid banner, and the Kingdom of Castille has found it agreeable that you be wed to their heir, Ferdinand. These officials are from the Castilian Royal Court and will accompany you back when you turn fifteen." He placed a letter onto the table. She was barely aware of anything. Her whole body was ringing with white noise. How could this be happening to her? Did her father just say it was a letter from her betrothed? What betrothed? She was a princess of the Huddid...! She was supposed to escape with a soft-eyed man, not marry a prince, not a Catholic infidel that had waged war on them in the name of crusades. Angry tears poured down her face and she jumped to her feet. "I won't do it!" "Ishaela..." Her father warned. "You can't do this to me. You can't let her. You can tell her no...you, you can stand up to her. You're the heir to the throne." That he was. His face hardened and he grabbed her wrist. "Ishaela, we have guests from a foreign court. This day has been something you have known for some time, and the Malika has honoured you, for you will be the Queen of Castille. How dare you embarrass the Huddid name?" Late at night, she would fist the letter in her hand, her mind rolling. All she wanted to do was run. But that was the thing with power. The closer you were to it, the heavier it became, like a magnet, until all of its responsibilities locked you away. So, she put her dreams aside. She tucked that hope of a true love and an effortless freedom deep down, and she wrote back. (It's wayyy past my bedtime, comment if you want a continuation!)
I danced in the light. Beautiful and warm, I was once even called the Light of the kingdom. Flowers danced in the wind, Sunlight could not stop smiling down on our land. My sisters and brothers danced with me in the ballroom, laughing at another year of life….of love…..of light… Arn’t you wondering where it where it all went wrong? I too wonder where it all went wrong. How the ‘Rose of the Capital’ flooded the Castle of light with darkness instead of light, Shivering Fear instead of Joyful laughter….. Blood and Tears now fill the empty ballroom…Granted most are mine. I dance in the cold darkness that wraps around me like the blood gold crown I now wear… I do wonder what went wrong.
(I know I’m insanely late but this is one of my favorite scenes from the book I’m writing and it just fit! Hope it’s not too horribly written!) The throne room was dark and empty. The silence was deafening, far louder than the screams that had filled the room only hours before. The room looked as though a war had blown through, though it was long still. Among the rubble and remains of the formerly glorious throne room sat one. Achlys sat in silence and stillness. She stared at the shredded remains of what was once her family portrait, eyes glassy. She stared into her sister’s torn eyes, at the crown that sat on her head. The crown that now sat with Achlys. The girl held it in her lap like it was her lifeline, like nothing else mattered in the world. She stood, her bones creaking from so many hours sitting in the darkness. She stalked through broken glass and torn flower petals. Distant memories of her sword and fists smashing through the windows and tearing through every last bit of beauty echoed dimly in her mind. It could’ve been her. Did it matter now? Achlys stopped before the throne, her blood stained hands gripping the crown tighter. So many days she stood before that throne, shaking, terrified. So many nights she imagined what it would feel like to sit on the throne, her sister and mother crowding around her. They would finally love her. They would finally want her. She could be more than the monster they made her to be. Those were the daydreams of a weak child. They were the daydreams of someone killed long ago. Now she stood alone, as she was always meant to. Finally strong enough to take it all. Did she want it? Of course. There had never been any question about that. Did she deserve it? Long ago, perhaps she might have said yes. She would’ve said that after all she had been through, she did deserve everything. But now . . . Now she knew the truth. Achlys reached up and placed the crown on her head, the cold metal sliding along her blood-covered skin. She didn’t deserve it. But she had it. And she was never going to let anyone take it from her again.
“If only you know the pain of wearing a crown of darkness”she says as the servant replies with “Oh if only if you understand it’s wasn’t the crown it was the choice you made” as he looks out at the burning villages and walls of protecting……………..
"I've met one witch who wasn't afraid of me.", I looked up at the silver-haired man, " She died by my hand.", he picked up an old photo of my father and me. "Is that supposed to scare me?", he looked at me, tilted his head, and gave me a small smirk, the picture catching fire in his hand. " On the contrary, it was a warning, you may not be afraid now but you will be, and I look forward to it."
At 14:22 my Russian Duolingo lesson asks, "are you Vera Ivanovna?" And then the drop here just happens and it makes it sound like Vera is gonna be a badass queen character. 🤣😎👸
The concept of dark royalty is so fascinating and rich in storytelling potential! It's incredible how symbols like crowns, often associated with power and glory, can also represent complex themes like isolation and the weight of leadership. Playlists that explore these themes through music can be such a compelling way to delve into the darker aspects of royalty and leadership. The emotions and stories that can be told through such a playlist are bound to be deep and thought-provoking! 🎵👑💭
"Hatred and loneliness often come from the same place. The difference is how far in the dark you've fallen to." "What would you know about ether of those things?" . . . "...Everything..."
"Your Highness?" A voice asked. The young prince looked up with a tear-stained face, his pain taking over him. In the doorway stood his mother, and his heart stopped. "Mother?" He whispered. She smiled. "My son, come, we have much to discuss," The prince went to embrace her, but his arms met air and the apparition dissipated, leaving him alone once again. He screamed in anguish, dropping to his knees as his tears spilled from his eyes. He vowed revenge on everyone that had ever uttered a word against the queen. For her, he'd gladly watch the world burn.
He watched as the child of about 15 burned. He had seen many whitches burn, since he was of a young age, and he knew that it was around or just after puberty that the power developed. Their suffering made him sick at first, but now he just wanted to stay far away from the smoke so it didn't dirty the pristine white of his cloak. Why did it have to be white, he grumbled internally, it was so hard to keep clean, but he knew symbolism was everything. He was nobility, he was the king, he and many nobles held the holy power, a pure white. The whitches which were always dressed in black for their burning, were dark and evil, and held such powers. At least this is how that is how the people saw it, and this is how the nobles wanted the people to see it, so it became reality. For the truth would shake the nation, the fact that the power that child who the people cheered on as they died, and the power he held were in fact the same power. It would seem like such a simple thing to tell the people the truth, but what made a noble was their so called holy power, and if that was a lie then what would make them any different from the whitches that were burned. The definition of nobility was tied to this lie and if it unraveled so would the nation. So what if a couple children died here and there over the years it was truly a small sacrifice to keep the nation together. To wear the crown was to bare such awful truths and to keep the nation whole anyway. So he clapped as the flame died down and the cheering roared, to keep up appearances and to honor the child's sacrifice.
I was raised in a quiet cute quite kingdom, but ever since he hurt me there was no nice girl anymore, I can’t smile anymore, he just looked at me and said what happened to u and I with a smile and said u
It baffle me how people fight for the crown not knowing the endless blood bath, war and pain it cause. Sleepless night and never ending nightmare they will never notice it until you put on the crown
"B-but what d-did you did this for, Amelia? Why?!" "Because I love you! And i love this Kingdom, but mostly it's because of power. Don't you want to see this Kingdom have a brighter future, your highness?"
In the grand hall of the royal palace, adorned with gilded decorations and shimmering chandeliers, the nobles gathered, their eyes fixed on Anastasia. Dressed in regal attire, her presence commanded attention. She stood tall and confident, exuding an air of authority. Boris, a prince from a powerful noble family, was the first to speak. His voice echoed through the hall as he declared, "Your Majesty, I, Prince Boris, pledge my unwavering allegiance to you. My sword and my life are yours to command." The nobles watched in astonishment as others followed suit, pledging their loyalty with heartfelt words. Count Nikolai, an influential noble, declared, "Your Majesty, I, Count Nikolai, swear my fealty to you. I shall serve you with unwavering loyalty and protect your reign." As the pledges continued, the nobles began to realize the strength of Anastasia's power. Some of the kingdom's most influential men had just willingly bent their knees before the queen. Their actions spoke volumes, silencing any lingering doubts and solidifying Anastasia's claim to the throne. Finally, Prince Dmitri, a charismatic and influential nobleman, stepped forward. His voice resonated with conviction as he spoke, "Your Majesty, I, Prince Dmitri, offer you my unwavering loyalty and devotion. I shall be your shield and your sword, guiding your reign to prosperity and greatness." The grand hall erupted in applause and murmurs of approval. The nobles, once skeptical, now witnessed the power that Anastasia wielded. It was an unprecedented display of loyalty and devotion, solidifying her claim and demanding their respect.
Her mother was killed by a powerful king. Her mother was not guilty, and now her father has no choice but to sell his daughter to the king to marry him. But she chose to marry him, so she can plot her revenge. For her mother's death, she will not rest until the king is dead, and she takes the crown. I am writing this on Wattpad now.
I've listened to a lot of these playlists for writing/music as I work and I want you to know: This is the best I've ever heard. Consistent mood and emotional songs, I love it. Can't wait to listen to your other playlists when I finally stop listening to this one on repeat lol
I have fought, and fought, and fought... Now I am seated high, crown adorning my head, beautifully glistening with all the lights in this darkness of my heart, cold ran down my spine, I sat and laughed, and laughed, and laughed...bitterly, "Heavy it might be, but might and great to me" But...is it really?
I found this playlist, like, a month ago or something, and I’ve been listening to it nonstop! It’s so good, plus I found some really cool songs! So thank you for that :)
Now that I've found my fellow villains, it's time to subscribe for this channel. I've been feeling this weird emotions for almost three months now. A feeling of a villain of your own. The only thing I am certain is that I cannot hurt anyone except for me.
War had been raging on for nearly two centuries now. Her majesty Hope's eyes close behind her mask- stood in front of one of the windows in her castle. This one, coincidentally, pointed towards the enemy kingdom.. She didn't want to keep the war going- she'd lost so much to war. Her husband. Her son. Plenty of her people. And yet, it would never stop until she was dead. She knew this. She'd tried before- tried to end the war by getting herself killed. But every injury just healed supernaturally fast. Leaving no scars behind. She'd been cursed with immortality, at least until her curse was released. A giant beast, slumbering underneath her neighboring kingdom.. she remembered her exact words- the words she uttered when she cast that black spell. Only someone pure of heart could release her. But where could you find someone so pure in a war? Nobody loved her. Her kingdom despised her for ruling so long and, in their eyes, causing the war. In her eyes she had just been punishing her betrayers. But that doesn't carry over 180 years. She closed her eyes. Nothing's fair in love and war.
【timestamps + notes】
♛ [00:01] 1: how villains are made (madalen duke)
♛ [03:26] 2: love and war (fleurie)
♛ [07:11] 3: blood in the water (joanna jones as the dame)
♛ [11:06] 4: no rest for the wicked (klergy)
♛ [14:54] 5: paint it, black (ciara cover)
♛ [18:50] 6: the world we made (ruelle)
♛ [21:55] 7: dark things (adona)
♛ [25:27] 8: wicked game (ursine vulpine ft. annaca cover)
♛ [30:02] 9: breathe (tommee profitt ft. fleurie)
♛ [33:40] 10: city of the dead (eurielle)
this is most likely a sequel to my "all thrones come at a cost" playlist 😂
i really liked the theme, but i wanted to make a playlist that was slightly different from the storyline of the last playlist, so while that one is more focused on the grief of the moment, this playlist is about the aftermath of taking the throne and ruling with the costs.
also, i was going to work on the playlists that yall voted for in the polls, but i wasnt feeling super inspired :(( i will definitely put out the outer space ambience & heartbreak playlists in the future-- right now, however, i just want to do a few playlists that i have lots of inspiration for! i hope thats alright, and much apologies for everyone who looked forward to those poll playlists
happy listening!
Hey, as long as you are happy working on the playlists, that is the most important thing. We are along for the ride. ;)
seriously tho ur a genius
If only this had Heavy Is The Crown by Daughtry
perfect
Amazing! Really appreciate your introducing me to such incredible music and artists
❤❤❤
DARK ROYALTYCORE IS THE BEST AESTHETIC AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
i agree so so much 😂💗💗 its been my fav for so long
My personal favorite core 😁
Absolute facts
Obviously 🙄‼️
I love it so much! next is dark academia, light royaltycore and vintage aesthetic
“WHY ARE YOU NOT AFRAID OF ME?!” he screams, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Because monsters can’t be afraid of monsters.”
omg 💗 love this
@@yuecubed tysm!!!
My reply: Because you may be a monster... but so am I.
That gave me shivers.... great job
AMAZING! I love the idea that he’s so fed up he starts crying, probably because he’s never seen someone almost as bad or worse than him, and he is unwilling to believe that he isn’t the only one after spending so long alone, or recognizes what he/she is and is terrified. Because he sees himself in the person and doesn’t want to be it anymore but doesn’t know any other choice, isn’t aware change is possible, doesn’t believe in second chances.
Or maybe I’m reading into it too much
He was once a proud and noble prince. His parents had raised with him with a kind heart and loved him with every fiber of their being. At the age of 9, everything was taken away from him from an enemy nation. His uncle and the captain of his father's guard, was ordered to take the boy away. The boy could recall the way the castle halls echoed with the screams of his parents as they were killed. He could recall how his home was burned to the ground. He and his uncle had managed to find sanctuary somewhere safe in an isolated island. His uncle taught him how to fight and continued to ensure the kindness in his heart.
13 years had passed and the lost prince was now a man at the age of 22. He had fallen in love with a young girl who was a lowly farmer's daughter. The young prince did not care about her status. His uncle knew that he could do nothing to sway his nephew from falling in love with such a commoner. The prince and uncle had managed to find allies during their hiding and slowly grew an army. The lost prince decided it was time to regain his home. The prince had asked the farm girl for her hand in marriage and that he could come get her once he had retaken his throne.
The farm girl had said yes
It had taken two years for the lost prince to retake his home. His nations people cheered as he reclaimed his throne...his birthright. The prince had decided to set sail back to that isolated island for the love of his life. Once the ship had reached the island, the prince ran off the boat. He nose was met with the stench of burning flesh, bile rose up his throat but managed to keep it down. His eyes widened at the sight before him. Everything was burned to the ground. Memories of seeing his own home burned had resurfaced.
The prince walked and prayed that his beloved was alright. He bolted as he spotted the familiar house but immediately paused. In front of the house was a handmade cross and nailed to it was his beloved. He saw the bloody marks all over her. Her dress was torn apart and her body was completely bloodies and bruised. He fell to his knees and then spotted something familiar above the crucifix. There was the flag of his enemy nation. The prince's blood boiled with rage. Even his own uncle had sensed something wrong with his kindhearted nephew.
"My boy, surely you cannot.."
The prince looked over at his uncle. Pain and anger filled his eyes, blood and heart. "I am sick and tired of them taking everything from them. It's time I return the favor."
The prince had gotten his revenge but at a cost. He was no longer the boy who's heart was filled with kindness. Now he was a tyrant with an empty heart, filled with only rage.
His people who had once loved him, now feared him. His allies feared for themselves, one false move and they would be dead alongside their kin.
His uncle could no longer stand the sight of his beloved nephew. The prince was no longer the sweet boy he once knew.
Heavy is the crown who wears it
this is perfection 🥺💖
Is it ok if I use this as inspiration for a story I’m gonna write?
@@missbecka0075 go for it!
@@JeppyAMV thanks, I’ll be sure to credit you
@@missbecka0075 ohh do leave a link to your story once its done!!
They feared her. Her dark power, her gaze, her voice, the sound of her footfalls.
It had not always been this way.
She once glittered in the daylight, skin of holographic glass, voice of sunlight and honey. People would flood through the kingdom gates and fill the courtyard to the brim with life. The Glass Queen would prance about the courtyard, barefoot and singing songs of old to the young children who chased her. She was light, music, fertility, life, beauty, radiance-and now she sits in a hollow castle, cleaved heads gaping emptily at the cavern of the main hall, eyes empty, much like the Glass Queen’s.
Her childish giddy and love for life had been shattered, broken into millions of pieces of glittering glass that faded to ash. Her golden blood that flowed through a golden heart had halted, turned thick and black, like tar, pumping cold hatred through her coal heart. The floor is that of blood, the walls are prizes from battle, the ceiling is a chandelier of horrors: depictions of her wars, victories, treachery.
This was what became of the Glass Queen, the one who glittered and danced, the one now so broken she only feels when she shatters the bodies of others. Every body, every massacre-each stings just a little more, but with a steadiness that promises no redemption to her venomous soul.
Veida, the Glass Queen, sits in an empty castle beyond an empty city in an empty land.
This is AMAzing !!
But why? Tell me more o.o
Is this from a book?
@@thatpaigelow no, this is my original story
Beautiful
“That crown does not make you a ruler. That throne does not make you anymore powerful than us. To be a king or queen you have to be ready to sacrifice everything for your people. That is why I do not envy you. You have the most and least power position there is. To rule a kingdom is a good feat indeed, but when you falter and grow weak, your people will turn against you. You have flaws and weaknesses just like the rest of us. A circlet of gold on your brow means nothing if you do not show that you deserve it.”
- From the book I’m currently writing
Ooh wow, I wanna read that book
This totally nails the vibe I've been feeling recently
im really happy to hear that! ty for listening 💗💗
You should make a dark royalty core playlist about a witch dancing with her cruel vampire prince. How their love is forbidden and she is now know as a traitor amongst her kind.
that sounds amazing, thank you so much for the idea!!
Thank you! Or just a good witch that falls in love with her villian.
Maybe I will ask a question: what is better, to have love for your everyday life, or maybe to respect yourself through your own interest? Are you a romantic princess or a determined vampire? Yours is the future, your destiny ...
“your majesty?” the room was dark and the only light was coming from the dim candle on the nightstand but the man could see her silhouette sitting on her chair and looking at herself in the mirror. she was sitting straight and her long dark brown hair was let down, no crown, no jewels in it - as she would usually wear it. the man noticed a small shining thing on her hand which was resting on her nightstand. the man knew that the shining thing was her golden-emerald mockingbird ring. she looked so haunting and just watching her sitting that way gave shivers to the man.
“why are you standing there winchester?” her voice was so sharp, so strong, so regal. the man straightened himself “i-i, your majesty i came to see you, but forgive me i didn’t know that you would be resting at this time of the night.” she moved her hand from the nightstand and the emerald mockingbird ring was now shining on her lap “no. i am not resting. i am thinking.” as soon as she said that she stood and turned him. he was watching at this regal dark silhouette in front of him. she may not wore a crown on her head at that moment but it looked like she had the biggest, most glorious crown on her head. “may i know why your majesty is thinking in complete darkness?” he was hesitant to ask her this question but relying on their relationship which was close and trustworthy he took his chance. “i think the best in darkness.” her answers were so short and cold and winchester wasn’t used to such conversation with her. before he could continue the odd conversation silhouette turned fast and lit the candles in her chambers one by one till there was no more candles to lit. morgana was now standing in front of him in her black nightgown, with dark circles under her brown eyes. he never saw her in this awful state. that was the very reason why he visited her privately, she wasn’t coming to any council meetings nor was she entering the throne room . no one had seen her for days and people were worried. so he decided to enter her chambers and see what is happening with their queen, with his queen. “you are probably wondering why do i look so dreadful” morgana let out a small smile. “madam among other things yes but mostly why are you locked in your chambers ? what is happening?” and then the saddest look in her eyes shot him and he could swear he never saw such sad eyes but just like that that sad look turned into serious dead stare. “i’m planning winchester. i’m planning my actions, the actions that i will make when the time comes and the time has come.”
“madam i don’t understand, what actions? what time ?” winchester was awfully confused.
“he betrayed me winchester, he who was my only light, he for whom i thought would never and could never do such a thing. he for whom i would sacrifice it all. my flesh and blood, my soul, my father.” the way she was saying these words were so hauntingly sad, as though she was reading a poem. “he went to that stark bitch and now i must do what i must do to protect seven kingdoms, to protect myself, to protect the throne, to protect my children.” the last one thing she said sent shivers down his spine. “but your majesty we mustn’t declare war to the north we signed a treaty ! i know how betrayed and hurt you feel for what your father did for leaving the lord hand of the queen badge but it mustn’t make you do foolish things in the time of fury !” he was practically begging her not to attack the north for he knew if morgana breaks the treaty she signed with sansa stark hell would break loose. “i am not going to declare war to north winchester i am not stupid, i will not even declare war on my bitch stark mother and my idiot father. no. i will take justice. my only wish is revenge winchester, revenge.” morgana was bloodthirsty and hateful, she wanted to make them suffer, to make them feel the same pain she felt and the pain was big. yes she was the golden mockingbird, the golden queen, the ruler seven kingdoms didn’t have since the time of jaehaerys the great, she brought the golden age but now was not the time for golden gods given morgana, now was the time for the scheming, evil, cold hearted morgana. the morgana who killed her first fool king husband, but this time it hurt her much more than words could ever describe. “your majesty maybe you should stop and cool your head and than we will make a proper punishment for your father lord baelish, let’s not do anything rapidly that could later on leave big marks.” he was trying to calm her and make her believe there is another way. “winchester i am pretty determined in this. do you really think that i will do anything that is not calculated and cold ?”
“no madam but-“
“there’s no but winchester, i will get justice. paid in blood.” he couldn’t believe his ears, morgana baelish the woman who loved her father more than anything was thinking on murdering him. “your majesty surely you don’t think-“
“ i do. and it doesn’t really matter what i think, only what i do.” she turned and went to her big royal closet the black satin nightgown flowing as she moved. she took a key from her nightstand and unlocked a big drawer and from it took out a big black diamond crown. she sighed “if they want to make me a villain than they will get a villain.” winchester remembered that crown, the last time she was wearing it was at the time of mourning for the late king visenys targaryen, her first husband. morgana went to the big mirror standing next to her closet and carefully put the crown on her head. she turned to face him head high crowned with black diamonds. and in the most regal voice she started talking. “it’s the time for mourning winchester. the time for black clouds over kings landing and black flags over the throne room and sept of baelor. it’s time for paying debts. tell lords that they can expect me at the small council meetings tomorrow.” all he could do was bow his head and leave her chambers and do as told. dark times were coming, winchester now was certain. and gods save them all but mostly he prayed for gods to save the queen.
woww!!
Um hi, wow well, your writing was very amazing 😄
Game of thrones vibes of this . This brilliant by the way good work
I am speechless...
Thank you
Her lover approached her. “Look what you’ve done!” he screams. “This was all for you” she says, no remorse in her voice. “Everything.” And the world burned around her.
The Princess let out a satisfied sigh as she adjusted her gown, which billowed around her waist. The white folds of satin made her look almost pure.
Almost.
God knows what she had to do to make the impossible possible. How she was stripped of her chance to ascend the throne for her younger brother. How her father wanted to marry her off to another Kingdom, because marriages were never about love, they were about business. How she was forcefully separated from her true love because they were never meant to be. Because that's not how the world runs.
Despite being a part of Royalty, she found herself powerless. The only ones who seemed to be able to do anything seemed to be the ones at the peak of the pyramid of power.
If she had to get the life she wanted, she had to get some of it. And if no one was going to give it to her, she was going to take it from them.
"I'm sorry", she said, as she mixed the poison in the goblet of wine for her younger blood, who stepped over her privilege.
"I truly am," she said, as she castrated her father, who used her for his gain.
"But this is for my freedom," she said, as she drowned the minister who was onto her.
All that should have granted her the freedom she yearned for. And yet, she found herself bound to the will of the people, who weren't happy to see a woman in power.
Ah, she was wrong, it seems.
Even the ones at the top of Royalty weren't entirely powerful.
Of course, that could be easily solved when she got on the throne.
Who said she had to be Royalty when she could be a tyrant?
[I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I JUST WROTE SO PLEASE IGNORE IF I MADE MISTAKES, I'M BAD AT THIS LOL]
Better than I could do lol
I like it
@@missbecka0075 nahh I'm sure you've written really well too, don't be sad :(
This is amazing! 10:10
this gave me goosebumps it's so good
THIS IS AMAZING FOR MY MALADAPTIVE DAYDREAMING
IKR
He fought long for this crown. The crown that would have men and women alike bowing at his feet. The crown that would make his actions and thoughts limitless.
He had craved the proud red that spilled from his enemies lifeless corpses. Because it was the color of the crown he yearned for.
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The crown was finally in his hands. His ration would flee him, leaving him an empty shell. The crown was his now. For but a few measly seconds. Because the red that covered his crown came from his bloody hands- and the blood was his.
A complete story in four lines takes serious doing. o_ob Excellent!
@@ShinnoEli haha thx but its 8 if you press 'Read more'
@@angelartamesia2 Heh! Yeah, true; I was counting "lines on the page," though, not actual sentences. Eight is still plenty impressive. V^_^
Damn a whole plot twist in one sentence
Damn
She was the elder of the two sisters. Cold eyes, perfect temper, and a wise head. She had studied her entire childhood, while her sister danced at balls and gossipped with friends over tea. She prepared for law, magic, and marriage to eventually fix the centuries long war between her kind and the creatures of the enemy kingdom. She never thought of herself as a person, but rather as the perfect tool for the crown.
And then, it all came crashing down. Her mother, senile in her old age, suddenly declared her younger sister would be heir to throne. Saying how the kingdom no longer needed fear and strength, but rather kindness and empathy. This was foolishness, but she was the Queen. Who dares opposed her? Certainly not the younger. She was assured she could rely on the Advisors to help her rule.
But not the Elder, nay. In one night she lost everything, was disgraced in front of her kingdom, and above all betrayed. She now had nothing to listen to, she would rather die than grow up fat and useless in court while her sister ruled the kingdom to destruction. She certainly wouldn't marry to create peace with the creatures. So the Elder knew what she had to do.
Later, witnesses would say it started as call talking in the Queen's study, then shouting, before screaming. The doors barred shut, dark magic stinking the air behind the door.
When they managed to open it, the Elder had fled, and the Queen was dead. Stabbed and burnt with magic, blood splattered the carpet. She was given a royal funeral, the younger ascended as queen. But only with hatred now in her previously innocent heart. She knew where her sister would flee to, the creatures. And she vowed one thing as she felt the crown settle on her head and heart.
That she would return with her sister's head.
oh my gosh, this is amazing 💗
@@yuecubed Omg ty!!!! 😱😍
My heart!! 😱🔥👏👏👏
I am writing a lot of fiction and your playlists really help me channel the dramatic scenes. I just listen to them one after the other and the words keep flowing. Thank you
aww thank you! happy writing!! 🥰💗💗
is it wattpad
actually I am sucker for the stories on wattpad
not just ffs
anything and everything related to dark royalty and dark academia...
Just came here to write the dark side of my novel!
There was a young prince, he lived a life any royal would. One with comfort, and could get anything he wanted. One day, there was an attack on his country, the palace was blown up. Fortunately, his family was able to use an escape tunnel to get out. They made it to a ship, from there they were to go to the bordering nation, who were their allies.
On their way to the ship however, they had to pass through towns undetected. That would mean they act like one of the villagers. While everyone else was complaining about it, the young prince was thrilled. He had always wanted to go see the struggles and pleasures of living a simple life.
Though in the palace, he got anything he wanted, he didn't have anyone to call a friend. Here, everyone was nice, even though they didn't know he was a prince. They weren't his friends to get rich, they were just having fun.
When it was time to move on to the ship, he didn't want to. Where he was going would only mean him to be alone again. He snuck out, and hid from them until they left, thinking he was dead. He stayed at that village, and one of the villagers adopted him.
He was picking fruits one day, when he say his brother. Someone he hasn't seen for a long time. When he noticed him, he immediately came to talk to him about what happened. He wanted him to come back, something he'd rather die than doing. He'd missed them of course, but these people had been more of a family to him than they could ever be.
Seeing this, his brother was very angry. He yelled at him saying how dare he think these peasants to be more than his own blood.
He got so mad that he shot the person who had adopted him. The prince ran to his side. The one person he'd trusted, was bleeding out in his arms.
He got up, wiped his tears, and walked up to his brother. His brother was smiling, he actually thought he'd taught him a lesson. The prince took the gun out of his hand, and shot him before he could protest.
I'm sorry if it's really bad, I'm not that good at writing. 😅😅
He said, "I don't need you" and she replied, "Neither do I".
I step onto the marbled floor, the swirls reminding me of blood that will stain the grounds when i reign. The gemstones on my crimson heels drip with shine as my black, lace ballgown glides across behind them, the dagger hidden beneath it hiding a secret worthy of death. The ruby mask that veils my eyes is the perfect distraction, hiding me as a damsel meaning no harm. Everyone glides across the floor in their gowns and their suits, all worth a fortune, all unbeknownst of their fate.
As i am about to take another step a man blocks my path. The prince. The prince whose blood runs with the enemy. The prince who i must take down. My crimson lips curl into a smile as he approaches, his emerald green eyes seem to reflect devilish lust. He extends his glove clad arm, bowing, and utters "Care to dance with me, M'lady? I know not what your motives are, though your beauty is enthralling." He knows my motives. He knows i am here to destroy his kingdom. Except my face is masked, he doesn't recognize. Tonight is all a game, a game of lies and deception. I take his hand, my eyes meeting his, a sheer moment of ecstasy between two young rivals.
As soon as he places his arm on my waist, he knows. He feels the dagger, he feels it's engravings. I smirk as i remove my mask. His lips curl into a frown, as he cannot do me harm amidst the ball in the honour of his father. "The show must go on, your majesty." I whisper in his ear, dangerously close.
We begin to glide across the floor, melodically to the music, a dance of hatred, a dance of death. The music halts as i drop and he catches my waist, and we glare into each other's eyes, filled with forgotten love, newfound distaste. We both know what i am here for, we both know what's to happen at the end of the evening. As the waltz rolls to a stop, everyone starts to leave the hall.
I meet his eyes again. I expect to see utter detestation, utter hatred, but what i see shocks me. His eyes well with tears, they seem to lose their shine. "I loved you, i fell in love with you. Why must you do this?" He whispers. "My kingdom comes first. Love is nothing but lies." I snap as i turn away, my gown spinning gracefully.
But he grabs my wrist, pulling me back, pulling me into him, closer than ever before. And he presses his lips to mine. Tears seem to come to my eyes as my affection towards him comes up to the surface. But i can't fall in. I can't let go. I can't give in. I slowly reach to the back of my dress as i pull away, tears streaming down my cheeks, his eyes burning into mine.
I snatch the dagger out of my dress, pressing it to his neck, two lovers standing amidst an empty ballroom, with only the moon for company, the twilight illuminating the blade, the crime against our hearts. "My kingdom comes first, my love. I shall reign, reign with pride. Farewell." I plunge the dagger deeper, blood dripping onto the floor.
I drop the knife, my now crimson-stained ballgown the only reminder of the man i once loved, of the slaying of honour, as i walk away, my heels clicking along the floor, announcing my reign, till forevermore.
loved it!!
@@hiyabansal7218 thank u
@@radhikaaaaaaa your welcome, I really liked your story 😍
almost cried :') That was so good!!!
@@rebecca_k8980 thanks love
I feel like this could be a Slytherin/ Draco playlist
You shattered my heart that I had engraved your name
I who had given you both the crown and fame
My blade and love, those two I offered on your feet
Yet you repaid me with a stab of lies and deceit
I beg you no forgiveness for my disloyalty, my love
You killed me while sitting on my throne up above
Death welcomed my return but refused my heart
It was you who broke it right from the very start
My king now lies in my feet, still and cold
His blood now spilled my throne red
And now I wear your once crown of gold
My heart is now with you, silent.Dead
Beautiful!!
Our cat died today... 2004-2022
This gave me some peace and calm I'm not aloud to cry by other people so I sit I'm my room and cry while listening to this beautiful playlist
Watch as the once pure queen set her Dark n lonely crown upon her head with a smirk on her face in front of all her once haters watching them all bow to her feet. At that moment she knew that even tho her crown was dark it still SHINE like the billion stars in the dark night sky BEAUTIFUL ❤️
If you guys love this kind of aesthetic then y'all gonna love Halsey's new album If I Can't Have Love I Want Power. Seriously, it's like going back in time to 19th century, the songs, the visuals, everything so perfect. I'm in love with her new era 😷❤
Yess! It's really good, I love it.
yeah thats a really good album
her voice whispered through the long halls of the castle and as she spoke fear came with it. yes she was the heiress to the throne the first born of blood and icy thorns the first of the prophecy. born with darkness in her heart and spirits to guard her she was the first shadow wolf born in centuries but they still called her a monster for she could control the darkness. they sent her away before she could remeber them she grew up in a modern world full of real monsters. taken and used for her power an xperiment she became and then she asked those peope who smilde at her with greed and envy "why do you call me a monster i didnt do anything wrong?" but they just smiled and said "your a monster because you were destined to be one". it was unfair but then she heard screams and a woman apeared grey hair burned at the ends and blue eyes full of hatred but it wasnt directed towards her it was to the monters around her. she knew what would happen to them but she didnt look away or flinch, she didnt feel anything fear nor pain. they laid lifeless infront of her the woman took her hand nd ripped all the tpe out of her arms and said "these people know nothing of mercy do they" and then she looked at her "what is your name child?" she looked at the woman with lifeless eyes and said "they called me corvid". and at that they walked out hand in hand and the woman said "you are no longer a monster you will be someone wh will never be forgotten corvid, you will rule over those who haved wronged you and protect those who care." they stopped a few feet in front of the entrance of the faculty the woman took both her hands looked her in the eyes and firmly said "you are no longer corvid my child you are the new lilith of this world you are the bloodied sunsets of august your name will be the crimson raven from now on, my new daughter." and wth that she hod cme to the arms of the greatest villaness to live and she would be he daughter.
Walking in the charred remains of what stood a castle, a palace. Of glory. The young lady walked around, the molding pillars bowing to her, her black flowing dress acted as if she had wings fluttering to the sharp icey winds blowing the strands of her raven hair that blocked the vision before her, "what happened here, I can't remember." what stood a peace full kingdom now stands a large orange, red and blue monster, she looked down, her emerald eyes reflecting what stood in front of her, the red stained land of the pupils who she sworn to protect. She turned back, looking and the unrecognizable corpses of who was said to be 'family'. Some how she didn't feel sorry nor sad. She walked towards a room and what stood a throne in it. She placed her self on the throne, the crown the sat next to her feet, she picked up and placed on her head. She smiled, "right, I was the one who caused this mess" she smiled again, but this time, crooked.
"I returned your favour, father."
i am listening to this while doing an analysis for my political sciences class and God i feel so powerful like i can actually rule the world, a world that is so aesthetically full of castels and lost kingdoms and reals and empires that are ready to be taken. Feels like i am rulling a world from a fantasy that is sooo real!!!
The laughter filled the air as she sat there the thorn was cold "They will pay for the death of my husband , the father of my three boys and I will be Damned if they don't " she hissed , her voice so cold that the December wind was warm to the touch "find them , bring them here alive I want to torture them to make them feel my pain and wrath that only a grieving wife can make "
“Mare Barrows world is divided by blood-
those with red and those with silver. Mare and her family are lowly reds, destined to serve the silver elite whose supernatural abilities make them nearly gods. Mare steals what she can to help her family survive, but a twist of fate leads her to the royal palace itself where, in front of the king and all his nobles, she discovers an ability she didn’t know she had. Expect… her blood is red.
To hide this impossibility, the king forces her into the role of a lost silver princess and betroths her to one of his own sons. As Mare is drawn further into the silver world, her actions put into motion a deadly and violent dance, putting prince against prince and Mare against her own heart.”
-Red Queen, by Victoria Aveyard
Power is a dangerous game.
THIS IS LEGIT THE BEST DARK ROYALTY PLAYLIST EVER!! Not to offend anyone else's playlist, but their chosen songs sound nothing close to being classy, aristrocratic, refined or evil. How can pop music ever sound royal? But this playlist just hits all the right notes. I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHHHH!!! Can you do more of these playlists, please? You definitely have taste XD
ahhh thank you so much! im incredibly honored
I'm writing a book based around dark royalty core and I just play this in the background as I write... It keeps me inspired to keep writing, so thank you
That first song goes so fucking hard.... I swear I fall in love with these female vocalist
I love your playlists. I have discovered so many songs through them. Your music taste is very good.
thank you so much! 🥰 im really happy to hear my playlists are helping you discover new music!!
IM IN LOVE WITH THESE TYPE OF PLAYLISTTTTT THANK YOU SOO MUCHHH!
a boy walked down the hall of the palace, mesmerized by the first snow fall of the season. he was about 6 and loved by everyone who crossed his path. his smile was like the sun itself lived in him and his adventurous silliness charmed people like it was nothing. as he watched the snow fall, he couldn’t help but scale the small fence and enter the courtyard to stand in the middle of it all. blankets upon blankets had fallen during the night while the sunrise lit everything around him. and that’s when he heard it: the first scream. It pierced thru the grounds like a knife and was quickly followed by more. the stories around him began raining in a red liquid that stained the crisp snow a violent, rageful red. he didn’t know what, but he knew something was wrong. before he knew it, guards had swept him into bedazzled chambers underground to await his fait.
the poor boy hadn’t been able to grasp what had happened that night until his fourteenth birthday whenever the same thing happened once more. he was entertaining a crowd of his friends’ parents with magic tricks and fights with swords of oak. he giggled revealing his missing tooth. tho it was perfect outside, his elbows cheeks and knees still had a rosy shine that brightened his blonde hair. that’s when he saw another boy that took him aback. this boy had dark brown eyes and even darker hair. they gave each other tentative smiles. he was about to approach the stranger when, suddenly, something sticky splattered onto him. he whirled around to see his father coughing blood. shining metal stuck from his neck. his mother cried out and fell to her knees beside him whenever an arrow pierced her.
before he could fall to his knees beside them both, the dark haired boy had grabbed him by the forearm and was dragging him away. tears fell to the ground as he felt his calf scrape on the metal of a knights armor. he was hurried into a nook, where he met the boy’s intense black eyes.
from that day on, they were inseparable. always seen clasping hands or one arm around the other. it had become the twos goal to regain their nations peace and to live in harmony. doubtful words of his grandmother would fill his mind about the royal family never getting a happy ending, but he would push them aside. he would get his happy ending. he’d make sure of it. no matter what.
one evening nearing his nineteenth birthday he shared these thoughts with his lover, who was taken aback. the fair haired boy asked him what was wrong, to which he responded “I didn’t know you had such…determination.” although it perplexed him a bit, he shot back in an irritated tone “determination isn’t quite the word I’d use. I’d more or less call it…lust for freedom. for my-for OUR-happy ending.” “I’m afraid I believe your grandmother is right.”
snow had begun falling, and, just like every time the first snow fall came, he was reminded of the horrid night whenever his childhood had tried to leave him. fiddling with a dagger, he flipped thru the pages of ancient texts he’d found in his library about the art of war. something was off. the thought entered his mind so quickly he startled, the clatter of metal following. that was strange…his dagger was firmly in his hand.
“I…I…” the dark haired boy was frozen behind him, stammering for words. his skin whiter than usual, a dagger on the stone floor.
“tell me that dagger was needing to be polished.” the blonde boy chuckled darkly. the other boy shook his head sadly. “why?” the boy hissed.
“u r…getting out of control.”
“and so you’d kill me? bc of a precaution?”
“u executed a senator bc they suggested an idea that involved your uncle. I’d say it’s a bit more than a precaution at this point.”
“my uncle is an awful man.” spat the boy. rage boiled inside him. how dare he. how dare Erin believe he could take the life of the second in line to the throne. in a cowardly manner, no less.
“I’m truly sorry.”
“do not be sorry.” the boy grinned. “for u have taught me a lesson I should’ve learned a long time ago. never trust anyone. no matter how lovely they seem to be.” he rose the dagger above his head.
“what r u-“ the dagger was thru his chest before he could finish his sentence.
“I’m having second thoughts. I do not believe I would do anything for my kingdom. I believe i would do anything to keep this nation mine. and, as u know, the crown comes with a price that I just paid. good like in the afterlife, Erin.”
sorry that was long :D
:You promised- you promised not to, YOU SAID YOU WANTED TO STAY WITH ME
"You believed in me that much?
:How dare you break down the trust you took so long to build
"Its fine if you don't trust me after this, I wouldn't even try to restore that trust with myself either"
A treacherous scene I came up with used in general
This channel is a work of art! Everything is so on point, it's addicting
ahh thank you so much! youre too kind
*POV* _(I've been playing a lot of Crusader Kings 3 and this is an actual storyline from the game)_
When Ishaela was young, she used to dream of a small cottage in the countryside, where she would tend to the curving hills the same way her husband would tend to her. She would fly away with the seasonal canaries and escape her grandmother's court. Her albino skin and red eyes would not matter, and all the intrigue, the politics, the tight, beautiful clothes, the stares - _why can't they look at anything but me_ - the ice-cold fear of an assassin at any time melding out of the shadows...it would all wash off her. Ishaela would be free.
But that was before she understood the power in her name. _Princess Ishaela bin al Huddid._ Huddid. It was a name that speared fear deep into the hearts of men. In just forty years, her grandmother had taken the duchy of Huddid and made it into a lion that had devoured half the continent. All of Hispanic Islam was now under the Malika's control. Her council never dared cross her; the men averted their eyes, unable to understand how a woman had done this...and would do more. They said that the Malika knew everything, that she was a weaver of shadows, that she could take the blackness in hearts and turn it to blackmail. That with a smile, a kiss and a lie, she taken it all. But Ishaela never expected that she would be a pawn, too.
The letter came just after she turned fourteen. She was working on her studies when her father trailed into her chambers with a small litany of officials. Sitting down next to her, he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. "How are you, my darling?"
"I can't figure out this problem. I'm not sure how to apply Allah's commandments to federal budgets." She showed him her workings. "What do you think?"
Her father was a master theologian, and he _always_ bit for these kinds of things. Why was he just sitting there, tense and bowed? He let out a slow sigh and a chill, a sense of dread, ran down her spine. "Father?"
His eyes. _That look._ She'd been here long enough to know when her grandmother had reminded men of their mortality. What was going on? Her father said, "Darling, as you know, you are almost of a marriageable age." _Oh no._ "The Malika wishes to unite Spain under the Huddid banner, and the Kingdom of Castille has found it agreeable that you be wed to their heir, Ferdinand. These officials are from the Castilian Royal Court and will accompany you back when you turn fifteen." He placed a letter onto the table.
She was barely aware of anything.
Her whole body was ringing with white noise.
How could this be happening to her? Did her father just say it was a letter from her betrothed?
What betrothed?
She was a princess of the Huddid...! She was supposed to escape with a soft-eyed man, not marry a prince, not a Catholic infidel that had waged war on them in the name of crusades. Angry tears poured down her face and she jumped to her feet. "I won't do it!"
"Ishaela..." Her father warned.
"You can't do this to me. You can't let her. You can tell her no...you, you can stand up to her. You're the heir to the throne."
That he was. His face hardened and he grabbed her wrist. "Ishaela, we have guests from a foreign court. This day has been something you have known for some time, and the Malika has honoured you, for you will be the Queen of Castille. How dare you embarrass the Huddid name?"
Late at night, she would fist the letter in her hand, her mind rolling. All she wanted to do was run. But that was the thing with power. The closer you were to it, the heavier it became, like a magnet, until all of its responsibilities locked you away.
So, she put her dreams aside. She tucked that hope of a true love and an effortless freedom deep down, and she wrote back.
(It's wayyy past my bedtime, comment if you want a continuation!)
Im invested, your a good writer.
@@kirbyboba208 ahah thank you, good to hear it made sense since this was something quick I did wayy too early in the morning 🥴😂
I danced in the light. Beautiful and warm, I was once even called the Light of the kingdom.
Flowers danced in the wind, Sunlight could not stop smiling down on our land. My sisters and brothers danced with me in the ballroom, laughing at another year of life….of love…..of light…
Arn’t you wondering where it where it all went wrong?
I too wonder where it all went wrong.
How the ‘Rose of the Capital’ flooded the Castle of light with darkness instead of light, Shivering Fear instead of Joyful laughter…..
Blood and Tears now fill the empty ballroom…Granted most are mine.
I dance in the cold darkness that wraps around me like the blood gold crown I now wear…
I do wonder what went wrong.
"HOONEEYYY, you shoulddd seeeee meeeee... in a CROWNNNN"
Now I can finish my enemies to lovers book perfect
🥰Love this theme!
And of course, the aesthetics are never lacking! 😌
tysm birbo 🥺💗💗 your support always means the world to meeeeee
yuecubed, you don't disappoint! 💖
ahh thank youuuu 🥰
(I know I’m insanely late but this is one of my favorite scenes from the book I’m writing and it just fit! Hope it’s not too horribly written!)
The throne room was dark and empty. The silence was deafening, far louder than the screams that had filled the room only hours before. The room looked as though a war had blown through, though it was long still.
Among the rubble and remains of the formerly glorious throne room sat one.
Achlys sat in silence and stillness. She stared at the shredded remains of what was once her family portrait, eyes glassy. She stared into her sister’s torn eyes, at the crown that sat on her head. The crown that now sat with Achlys. The girl held it in her lap like it was her lifeline, like nothing else mattered in the world.
She stood, her bones creaking from so many hours sitting in the darkness. She stalked through broken glass and torn flower petals. Distant memories of her sword and fists smashing through the windows and tearing through every last bit of beauty echoed dimly in her mind. It could’ve been her.
Did it matter now?
Achlys stopped before the throne, her blood stained hands gripping the crown tighter. So many days she stood before that throne, shaking, terrified. So many nights she imagined what it would feel like to sit on the throne, her sister and mother crowding around her. They would finally love her. They would finally want her.
She could be more than the monster they made her to be.
Those were the daydreams of a weak child.
They were the daydreams of someone killed long ago.
Now she stood alone, as she was always meant to. Finally strong enough to take it all.
Did she want it?
Of course. There had never been any question about that.
Did she deserve it?
Long ago, perhaps she might have said yes. She would’ve said that after all she had been through, she did deserve everything. But now . . .
Now she knew the truth.
Achlys reached up and placed the crown on her head, the cold metal sliding along her blood-covered skin.
She didn’t deserve it.
But she had it.
And she was never going to let anyone take it from her again.
i am even later but this is amazing
This is aMAZING!
Flawless
What is the book called? I really want to read it😫😫 it sound extremely exciting
@@annalopez8588 Same!
“If only you know the pain of wearing a crown of darkness”she says as the servant replies with
“Oh if only if you understand it’s wasn’t the crown it was the choice you made” as he looks out at the burning villages and walls of protecting……………..
"I've met one witch who wasn't afraid of me.", I looked up at the silver-haired man, " She died by my hand.", he picked up an old photo of my father and me. "Is that supposed to scare me?", he looked at me, tilted his head, and gave me a small smirk, the picture catching fire in his hand. " On the contrary, it was a warning, you may not be afraid now but you will be, and I look forward to it."
At 14:22 my Russian Duolingo lesson asks, "are you Vera Ivanovna?" And then the drop here just happens and it makes it sound like Vera is gonna be a badass queen character. 🤣😎👸
THIS PLAYLIST IS EVERYTHINGGGGGGG!!!!
Просто великолепная подборка, случайна наткнулась на песню, которую давно не могла найти)) счастья не было предела!!!
This is the perfect playlist to listen to as I plan my greek mythology story about a daughter of Hades.
The concept of dark royalty is so fascinating and rich in storytelling potential! It's incredible how symbols like crowns, often associated with power and glory, can also represent complex themes like isolation and the weight of leadership. Playlists that explore these themes through music can be such a compelling way to delve into the darker aspects of royalty and leadership. The emotions and stories that can be told through such a playlist are bound to be deep and thought-provoking! 🎵👑💭
Ohmygod this is kinda the perfect vibe for one of my fics😳
I'm preparing for my finals...and i was so stressed
This playlist made forget abt everything
This makes depression feel less shitty
"Hatred and loneliness often come from the same place. The difference is how far in the dark you've fallen to."
"What would you know about ether of those things?"
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"...Everything..."
Oh my good lord
"Your Highness?" A voice asked.
The young prince looked up with a tear-stained face, his pain taking over him. In the doorway stood his mother, and his heart stopped. "Mother?" He whispered.
She smiled. "My son, come, we have much to discuss,"
The prince went to embrace her, but his arms met air and the apparition dissipated, leaving him alone once again.
He screamed in anguish, dropping to his knees as his tears spilled from his eyes. He vowed revenge on everyone that had ever uttered a word against the queen. For her, he'd gladly watch the world burn.
He watched as the child of about 15 burned. He had seen many whitches burn, since he was of a young age, and he knew that it was around or just after puberty that the power developed. Their suffering made him sick at first, but now he just wanted to stay far away from the smoke so it didn't dirty the pristine white of his cloak. Why did it have to be white, he grumbled internally, it was so hard to keep clean, but he knew symbolism was everything. He was nobility, he was the king, he and many nobles held the holy power, a pure white. The whitches which were always dressed in black for their burning, were dark and evil, and held such powers. At least this is how that is how the people saw it, and this is how the nobles wanted the people to see it, so it became reality. For the truth would shake the nation, the fact that the power that child who the people cheered on as they died, and the power he held were in fact the same power. It would seem like such a simple thing to tell the people the truth, but what made a noble was their so called holy power, and if that was a lie then what would make them any different from the whitches that were burned. The definition of nobility was tied to this lie and if it unraveled so would the nation. So what if a couple children died here and there over the years it was truly a small sacrifice to keep the nation together. To wear the crown was to bare such awful truths and to keep the nation whole anyway. So he clapped as the flame died down and the cheering roared, to keep up appearances and to honor the child's sacrifice.
U have the best taste in music damn
aww thank you so much 😭
I was raised in a quiet cute quite kingdom, but ever since he hurt me there was no nice girl anymore, I can’t smile anymore, he just looked at me and said what happened to u and I with a smile and said u
i'm just saying but until now i'm still listening to both of your royalty playlists. it's THAT good. which is why I know this one will be too :>
oh my gosh that really means a lot to me, thank you so so much 🥺💖💖
You have a real sense of art
It baffle me how people fight for the crown not knowing the endless blood bath, war and pain it cause. Sleepless night and never ending nightmare they will never notice it until you put on the crown
"B-but what d-did you did this for, Amelia? Why?!"
"Because I love you! And i love this Kingdom, but mostly it's because of power. Don't you want to see this Kingdom have a brighter future, your highness?"
In the grand hall of the royal palace, adorned with gilded decorations and shimmering chandeliers, the nobles gathered, their eyes fixed on Anastasia. Dressed in regal attire, her presence commanded attention. She stood tall and confident, exuding an air of authority.
Boris, a prince from a powerful noble family, was the first to speak. His voice echoed through the hall as he declared, "Your Majesty, I, Prince Boris, pledge my unwavering allegiance to you. My sword and my life are yours to command."
The nobles watched in astonishment as others followed suit, pledging their loyalty with heartfelt words. Count Nikolai, an influential noble, declared, "Your Majesty, I, Count Nikolai, swear my fealty to you. I shall serve you with unwavering loyalty and protect your reign."
As the pledges continued, the nobles began to realize the strength of Anastasia's power. Some of the kingdom's most influential men had just willingly bent their knees before the queen. Their actions spoke volumes, silencing any lingering doubts and solidifying Anastasia's claim to the throne.
Finally, Prince Dmitri, a charismatic and influential nobleman, stepped forward. His voice resonated with conviction as he spoke, "Your Majesty, I, Prince Dmitri, offer you my unwavering loyalty and devotion. I shall be your shield and your sword, guiding your reign to prosperity and greatness."
The grand hall erupted in applause and murmurs of approval. The nobles, once skeptical, now witnessed the power that Anastasia wielded. It was an unprecedented display of loyalty and devotion, solidifying her claim and demanding their respect.
Her mother was killed by a powerful king. Her mother was not guilty, and now her father has no choice but to sell his daughter to the king to marry him. But she chose to marry him, so she can plot her revenge. For her mother's death, she will not rest until the king is dead, and she takes the crown.
I am writing this on Wattpad now.
Please make more dark playlist! It's awesome
thank you so much and yess! there will be many dark playlists coming up in the future, it's one of my fav themes 💗
@@yuecubed omg, that's so cool! I really love all your playlists💜
The first song already catched me😵❤️
I've listened to a lot of these playlists for writing/music as I work and I want you to know: This is the best I've ever heard. Consistent mood and emotional songs, I love it. Can't wait to listen to your other playlists when I finally stop listening to this one on repeat lol
i love all your playlists btw
I have fought, and fought, and fought...
Now I am seated high, crown adorning my head, beautifully glistening with all the lights in this darkness of my heart, cold ran down my spine, I sat and laughed, and laughed, and laughed...bitterly, "Heavy it might be, but might and great to me"
But...is it really?
the only song i miss on this Playlist is Cost of the Crown, it would fit so good here.
Absolutely beautiful
thank you 🥺 im super glad you think so
It's giving reign vibes
Man! When i saw u posted this i was hoping to see u update it on ur spotify as well! Still waiting! I gotta write AND listen to this! Amazing! ❤❤💞
ahh im so sorry, i almost never use spotify 😭💗💗 thank you for listening tho!
@@yuecubed its okay! I use spotify ALL the time while writing! 😄
This playlist is amazing, I love it
Oh my- my pfp 🙇
P.s.: this playlist is littt 🥴✨
now the infernal warrior really makes life in my sketches
This is awesome. Currently on loop.
This can fit the Darkling ruling over Ravka with "Dark" Alina 😭💔🌓🌚🌞❤
I found this playlist, like, a month ago or something, and I’ve been listening to it nonstop! It’s so good, plus I found some really cool songs! So thank you for that :)
aww thank you so much, im so happy to hear that 💗
@@yuecubed You’re very welcome!
Omg I just love this! This is basically all of what I'm writing and the books I read ty so much for making these! 😄
ooo happy writing and reading!! 💗
Finally a playlist with Eurielle!
I'd also recommend Hal's Song in B Minor from The King, it's SO GOOD
ty for the rec! :0
I LOVE THIS
Honestly the best playlist I've been able to find that has the vibes I want reading Three Dark Crowns(a book series)
Thankyou for putting a story into music love it.
Damn, I love your compilations! I cannot get to stop listening to Blood on the Water. It fits perfectly to romantizice loneliness.
I fell in love with these wonderful songs.
Ok its gonna be my new favorite haha
im so glad to hear that! ty for listening 💗
Just perfect, thank you
Now that I've found my fellow villains, it's time to subscribe for this channel.
I've been feeling this weird emotions for almost three months now. A feeling of a villain of your own.
The only thing I am certain is that I cannot hurt anyone except for me.
oh my gosh, I'm so inlove with your playlists. ♡♡
War had been raging on for nearly two centuries now.
Her majesty Hope's eyes close behind her mask- stood in front of one of the windows in her castle. This one, coincidentally, pointed towards the enemy kingdom..
She didn't want to keep the war going- she'd lost so much to war. Her husband. Her son. Plenty of her people.
And yet, it would never stop until she was dead. She knew this.
She'd tried before- tried to end the war by getting herself killed. But every injury just healed supernaturally fast. Leaving no scars behind.
She'd been cursed with immortality, at least until her curse was released.
A giant beast, slumbering underneath her neighboring kingdom.. she remembered her exact words- the words she uttered when she cast that black spell.
Only someone pure of heart could release her.
But where could you find someone so pure in a war? Nobody loved her. Her kingdom despised her for ruling so long and, in their eyes, causing the war.
In her eyes she had just been punishing her betrayers. But that doesn't carry over 180 years.
She closed her eyes.
Nothing's fair in love and war.
Thank you for making this beautiful playlist 🥀🥀🥀🥀
I love songs, they really relax me and I can do a lot of activities
This is sooooo FREAKING awesome
Já vi que essa playlist está incrível 💞
thank you for listening!
Good job with this playlist
Do you want to rule together 👑👑
yeee 🔥🔥🔥
This one of my all time fave playlists!
Still!