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ashlynofasgard · 2 years
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I am tired.
I want nothing more than to be enveloped in your kindness and be full with your love.
My heart hurts. Desperately.
I have never wanted something quite so badly: to be loved for existing. Not for my goodwill, my resourcefulness, my appearance, and certainly not for my title.
I understand these things are apart of me, but is it so wrong to want to be loved without condition? Without fear that it will disappear?
I want to be admired for breathing. I want to be worshipped for smiling. I want, more than anything, to be loved by you.
I want to be loved by you in this way because this is how I love you.
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ashlynofasgard · 2 years
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When I am to die, I should want to be reincarnated.
I am not too picky as to what I wish to be in the next life with all I have done in this one.
However, if there truly is a god, one who sees any good in me at all… I have a few suggestions.
What would I not give to be the ground you walk on? You would unknowingly carry me on your shoes and I could be with you always.
Or maybe if I am so lucky, I could be the wind. Maybe then I would be able to caress your cheek without worry.
And if I could be selfish, I would like to be the sun. On the good days, I could kiss you and leave my mark for the world to see. On cold days, I could gift you my warmth. And even on the rough days and the days when you cannot see me, I will be watching over you still.
I have not done a lot of good in my life and there are very few things that I am proud of… but the one thing I will never be ashamed of is loving you.
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ashlynofasgard · 2 years
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I know it is your duty to serve the kingdom, but do not forget it is my duty to serve you.
Your cries echo my failure and I bear the responsibility of your scars. For this, I do not know if I can forgive myself. Failing my kingdom is one thing, failing you is another.
Maybe I cannot save you, but I will let you know it is not your burden to bear, at the very least not alone. And maybe, together, will we be able to keep from crumbling under the weight of our suffering.
And if, in the dead of night, my war cry wakes you from across our bed, do not heed it.
Even you, my love, cannot save me from myself.
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ashlynofasgard · 2 years
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“The limits of these castle walls are no good for your wings, my angel,” the knight whispered in the prince’s ear.
“Then take me somewhere where I may fly.”
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ashlynofasgard · 2 years
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Huddled in the library during a storm, wet to the bone, I carefully take off my knight's armor, hands lingering slightly too long. It clanks to the floor loudly, making me jump.
When I recover my wits, I let down her hair, brushing my fingers through its long, soft embrace. Her ears are red. Sighing, I lay my head against her back, tracing the scars circling her exposed arms as she shivers, maybe from the cold or maybe to my touch. Either way, royalty must serve their subjects' needs, shouldn't they?
I wrap my arms around her tight, burying my face into the crook of her neck, breath surely tickling her as she exhales. Nothing is said, but a thousand meanings are understood and accepted.
The rain persists.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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I am at my breaking-point.
I know that that we did not share the same education in our youth, but my knight is so smart.
They are incredibly quick-witted. On and off the battlefield they have incredible instinct and a cunning like no other.
So please, tell me why they have not caught on to my advances.
I am aware that my position may cause a second thought, but really? I have been so obvious the entire kingdom is on to me!
The next time I see them I will ensure that they cannot ignore my feelings any longer… let us hope it is not in the corridor.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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“How were you to know?”
“As the future leader of this country I should know everything, especially something as dire as my-“
“Your highness,” they warned, leveling me with pleading eyes. There was too large an audience, yet even with their warning I was struggling to care.
I let out a shaky breath, my frustration thinly veiled.“Especially something as pertinent as an injury to my personal guard. My knight.” My voice grew soft, and I hoped my emphasis and guilty eyes were enough to relay my regret.
“They did the right thing. It could have waited until morning and-”
“No.” My voice was stern, the anger directed towards myself apparent. I turned to face the rest of the room. “Please give us a minute.”
As the entourage shuffled out, I could feel my knight‘s careful gaze. They spoke up, gentle, but assured. “I am well.”
I brought a shaking hand to their cheek, grazing their skin but hesitant to fully cradle their face. They grabbed my hand and pressed the weight of their cheek into my hand. “I promise.”
“Are you sure you would not rather live off my money?” I tried to lighten the mood with a broken laugh as the tears began to surface.
They did not laugh with me. They knew my suggestion was not really in jest. “I have a kingdom to save, my love.”
My false smile was gone in an instant, yet they continued, shooting me a crooked smile. “Besides, you know I am too jealous for there to be any other knight by your side.”
It is truly a wonder how they can right the world without a second thought.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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Is it wrong to be jealous of scars?
Before I met you, they were never something I thought of. I am sure many of the knights in the kingdom have scars that mark their skin even more plentifully than yours do.
However, when I first saw yours, they just seemed so you. How could I ignore them for any longer?
Now, I think of them often. They frequent my wandering thoughts - but please, worry not. My wandering is rarely concerned; it is reverential.
Although the thought of you in pain devastates me, your scars are simply a sign of your strength. They are proof of how brave you are. When my fingers graze over them, the skin is rough and oftentimes raised - I did not realize the phrase “thick skin” could be so literal. Your scars make you seem unbreakable.
They are a testament to your kindness; if not to others, than to yourself - as you let them heal. Some are clean and faint, some angry and jagged, but all of them are stunning.
They remind me of constellations, and you know how I feel about the stars.
If I am honest, I am a little jealous. For I know my skin does not hold the same story, nor does it hold the same strength.
Even so, my jealousy does not tend to linger. Although it would be nice to have a story and strength of my own displayed on my skin, I much prefer yours. If my weakness means you might lend me your strength, I think I would prefer to stay as I am.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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I do not say this often, but you will learn your place.
Yes, I am beautiful. No, I do not appreciate being placed above the rest of the maidens in the land. They are also beautiful.
Yes, I am a woman with a good head on my shoulders. No, I am not an exception. Many woman with good sense keep this kingdom together.
So no, I am not irate that you associated your heir with other women. I am furious that you speak of women in such a way - so absolute in your belief.
I will not accept it for me, and I will most certainly not accept it for them.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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If anyone from the castle saw me at this moment, I am sure they would drop from a weakened heart.
My clothes are soaked through and my shoes long discarded, but with the way you are smiling at me I cannot seem to care. I spent all of my years watching the rain from the window, and now I know what it feels like. 
The gentle prickle of the rain reminds me that I can feel and that I am human- not a marionette, much to the chagrin of those in the castle. I never thought the feel of grass on my legs or mud between my toes would wash me with an overwhelming sense of peace as it has.
Huddling this close to you to keep under the cover of a tree, how much longer can I continue to pretend that my title makes you unattainable? I am only a person. My hair sticks to the nape of my neck as yours does, and I am certain if I looked at myself now I would bear witness to tiny water droplets that cling to my lashes as they do to yours…
I can feel I am in trouble, but I cannot make myself care.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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Obscured under the shade of the tree, I look to my knight.
“Let’s run away.”
I had said this phrase a thousand times before both in jest and when the crown overwhelmed me, and you had always replied with the same light tone:
“Just give the orders, your highness.”
Yet as I meet your eyes, the intensity of your gaze tells me something is different this time. As my breath catches in my throat I think I understand why you choose to fight. It’s this feeling.
An overwhelming instant. The realization that you have absolutely everything to loose at the possibility of having everything you have ever wanted.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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Oh to be in love with a knight who I cannot take anywhere because they fail to realize that they cannot run about calling the heir to the kingdom ‘lambkin’ in jest.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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Be careful not to cross me.
Locked in the castle, I have been deprived of power in all ways that matter, but I have enough influence to end you with a word. I hate those who abuse power, but I am not a pushover and I do not intend to hesitate.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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Hear me out, friends: ~taverncore~
A place where the knights stop by, the royals sneak in, the rangers roam to, and the pirates dock.
A place where we’ll tell our stories to the bards so they may sing them when we’re gone.
A place where we raise our glasses to each other’s triumphs and mourn each other’s sorrows.
A place beyond the grasp of class or race.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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I did not know what fear was until I met you. I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and into a lonely world. My title was the only thing anyone was concerned about, and to be honest I feel it a curse. Truthfully, I cared not if I lose my power or those around me. However, I fear everything with you.
I fear I will say the wrong words. In a world of criticism, I fear your judgement.
I fear you will get hurt in battle. While my kingdom is at war, I fear for your safety.
I fear you will not feel the same way. In a castle full of people, I fear I am alone without you.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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Imaging being a royal who is forcing my knight to be the sober friend on our tavern escapade. Oozing confidence, despite not knowing my tolerance, and dauntlessly becoming completely inebriated. Inevitably announcing my love for them to the entire tavern, which they hope I will remember tomorrow.
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ashlynofasgard · 3 years
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When I am around you I become significantly less coordinated.
With all eyes on me I have learned to be composed, but with you things are different. Maybe it is because I feel at ease with you, and maybe my fumbling nature is caused by my nervousness with you around.
But maybe, just maybe, it is because I yearn for your support.
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