Some of my writer’s block cures:
Handwrite. (If you already are, write in a different coloured pen.)
Write outside or at a different location.
Read.
Look up some writing prompts.
Take a break. Do something different. Comeback to it later.
Write something else. (A different WIP, a poem, a quick short story, etc.)
Find inspiring writing music playlists on YouTube. (Themed music, POV playlists, ambient music, etc.)
Do some character or story prompts/questions to get a better idea of who or what you’re writing.
Word sprints. Set a timer and write as much as you can. Not a lot of time to overthink things.
Set your own goals and deadlines.
Write another scene from your WIP. (You don’t have to write in order.) Write a scene you want to write, or the ending. (You can change it or scrap it if it doesn’t fit into your story later.)
Write a scene for your WIP that you will never post/add to your story. A prologue, a different P.O.V., how your characters would react in a situation that’s not in your story, a flashback, etc.
Write down a bunch of ideas. Things that could happen, thing that will never happen, good things, bad things.
Change the weather (in the story of course.)
Feel free to add your own.
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Royal Arrangements
Ch.1 Preparations
Also on AO3
There’s not actual ‘adult’ content idk why there’s a warning when you click I’m trying to turn it off
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Three days. They’ve been traveling for three days straight and the dark prince was beginning to become agitated. His tense body language hadn’t gone unnoticed by his personal royal advisor.
“We’ll be there soon, my prince.” The royal’s companion spoke from behind a book. Sitting across from the prince he was accompanying.
“It’s taking too long. We should’ve been there by now. If we’re late someone’s going to be paying for it.” The prince told his advisor with a slight growl in his voice. Leaning on his fist as he stared out of the small window next to him, watching the scenery pass by. A frustrated expression adorning his face.
“My prince-“
“Logan, what’ve I told you?”
“My apologies, Virgil. As I was saying, no one needs to be punished. If we’re late, we’re late. No one is at fault. We just need to be patient. Well get there when we get there.”
“Yeah well it better be soon.“
“I understand this is difficult for you. I am aware at how uncomfortable this situation may be.”
Virgil snorted. “That would be considered an understatement.”
“This is how it must be.”
The darkly clothed royal was silent for many moments before speaking again. Watching the trees and boulders of the forest pass through the window of the darkly colored carriage. Noting landmarks, possible ambush attempts, staying alert as they traveled. As always. He had a way to spot various possibilities to any situation. Such skills he had attained through the years.
“We know nothing of what we’re walking into.”
“Falsehood. We are aware of the arrangements. You are aware of the arrangements.”
“Not the details Logan. I am to marry someone I do not know. I know nothing of this person. Or the kingdom we are traveling to. Except for the fact it’s very different from mine. Father wasn’t very generous with information.”
“Well yes, that’s true. However, you knew of the risks included with this task when it was presented to you. Perhaps we know all we need to know for what is to be done. You have more information about the situation than you’re claiming. I do not understand-“
“What if I’m expected to sire an heir, Logan?”
Ah. So that was the pressing issue. The advisor marked his place with a feather and closed the leather bound book in his hands to focus on the Prince in front of him. Taking in his appearance. What could easily be interpreted as anger Logan knew it was anxiety. Something that plagued his friend. They were the only two who knew of this secret however.
“Just breathe my prince. Perhaps that won’t be necessary for the assignment.”
“Yeah. Maybe.”
“I believe you should be more focused on how you are going to present upon arrival. What a disaster it would be should you trip on your way to meet the king and your betrothed.”
The advisor spoke, a smirk on his lips. Redirecting the conversation to refocus the prince and get his mind off of the worries of an event that may never happen.
“How amusing. Just go back to reading your stupid book.” Virgil said with an annoyed tone.
“As you wish, my prince.”
And with that, he reopened his book, removing the crow feather, and continued reading where he’d left off. Glancing towards Virgil every now and again.
The partial relaxing of Virgil’s body proved to his adviser that he had eased some of the tension. Because he was right. Should the time come for that specific conversation to come up, then he’d deal with it then. For now he needed to focus on today.
And arriving on time.
“Coachman! If we don’t arrive on time there will be consequences.”
With that threat it was a near instant reaction, the sound of a whip was followed by the thundering sound of hoofbeats as the carriage lurched forward with the increased pace as they traveled quicker through the terrain. A threat from Virgil was to not be taken lightly, the prince had never fallen short when it came to that. As his father had trained him.
Now was the time to prepare mentally for what was to be. With what time he had remaining before his arrival. He needed to have himself put together in every way.
Shouldn’t be long now.
Then everything would change.
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“Ugh this is a disaster!”
A disgruntled man dressed in white attire stood in his large bedroom. Various articles of clothing discarded on the furniture and floor around him.
“It’s not that bad, Ro.”
“I have nothing to wear!”
“What are those then?” The glasses wearing male questioned while gesturing to the clothes both strewn about and hanging in the large walk in closet.
“Okay. I have clothes but what would be the best thing to wear? I mean I’m fabulous we all know that. But I need an outfit that shows that. Help me. Please!”
“Of course, Ro. Sit down.”
“What do you think they’re like, Patton?” Roman asked, excitement in his eyes.
Effortlessly Patton, Roman’s advisor, put together his outfit for netting the Prince’s betrothed. Something that worried Patton.
“How is this Roman?”
“Perfect!” The red sash on top of the white silk outfit, golden epaulettes, and red and gold embellishments decorating his tunic. He was going to look his absolute best today.
“Thank you Patton. I’m way too excited to handle this myself. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Happy to help.”
Patton stood to the side Roman moved in front of the large mirror before he he began helping the royal get dressed, making sure his prince, and more importantly his friend, get prepared for one of the biggest events of his life.
“Are you sure about this Roman?”
“Of course I am. This is the most fabulous attire I could wear.”
“No I mean..never mind.” Patton finished his job, and stepped aside so the prince could examine his appearance in the tall mirror. “You look amazing.”
“What is it? You know you can talk to me. We’ve been friends forever.” Roman asked taking a moment longer to admire himself in the mirror before turning to Patton.
The two had grown up together in the castle. The king had taken Patton in when he was young, assigning him be Roman’s companion. Treating him like another son to an extent. It was nice for both of them.
“I’m worried. About you. Are you sure this is what you want to do? You’ve dreamed about finding your true love all your life. But you’ve been matched with someone you’ve never met. Are you really okay with this?”
It was pure genuine concern. For years all Patton heard was Roman’s tales of how he would meet someone, fall in love, and of course live happily ever after. But to be paired with a royal he’d never even met? Patton felt he had a right to be worried.
“Of course I am. It’s quite intriguing don’t you think? A mystery partner from a strange land coming to save our kingdom in enemy threat. They ride in on their noble steed, sword in hand, ready to lead us to victory. Can’t you just imagine it? They’ll be a huge ball to celebrate the victory, and the joining of our kingdoms, and we dance all night in the ballroom, long after every guest had departed…”
Caught up in his fantasy, Roman began dancing a waltz with an invisible partner, humming a lovely tune as he about.
This caused Patton to smile. Yeah. If anyone could make this work, and find every positive in the arrangement the king had made, it would be his best friend and prince.
Patton was confident Roman would be alright.
Or at least Patton hoped he would be.
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