Can you do Karlheinz Favorite bride Aesthetic?
Karlheinz's Favorite Bride [Aesthetic]
Hi there, Anon!
Thank you so much for requesting! I've actually never done an aesthetic before since I don't do them, but here it is lol. Hope you like it. Feel free to request again anytime. :))
Karlheinz's Favorite Bride
Poem by (C) @mikalara-dracula -- Please do not steal.
She was a woman of little words
her voice soothing as the nightingale’s
her touch light as a feather
but dangerous to succumb to.
Corrupt blue blood rested in her veins
having more than a lifetime under her tiara
her eyes hazy without effort,
men throwing themselves at her feet
she was indeed a wonder,
her heart not yet plagued with lechery
labeling her as a prize to be won.
On a night so tranquil, he met her gaze―
he was entranced, his undead blood rushing
for he could not sit, seeking her attention
when others would disapprove it so
but upon flattery, she would gladly return it.
The night stirred him, her faint leers had infected his mind,
his lips abrading her ring to bid goodnight
but not goodbye; for he was plotting for her hand,
a lavish dowry was soon given, the two becoming one.
He showered her with all sorts intricacies:
gold being sewn into the hem of her dress,
fresh lilies being delivered to her room daily,
a smile always adorning her red lips.
He was away as always, her heart growing weak
and tempted as the same servants came across
her eyes, one in fact too chivalrous to refrain.
In silk sheets they met during the night,
and on good wine they drank,
his presence taking the place of his
king without a second thought.
But what was once secret was now no more―
after all, nothing is far in love and war.
now in death she rests,
white lilies garnishing the grave,
melancholic roots soon overtaking
its stone as time went on,
history thus repeating itself.
Like the poisonous root he was,
he had overcome her and she
had now suffered his power.
“For now fair due, my sweet,” quod he, “Foolish you
were to grant your smiles to someone
who could give you nothing. Sleep well for now,
for we shall soon be reunited again,
even if death separates us now.”
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Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt. Someone told, someone she had trusted. Arys Oakheart had died because of that, slain by the traitor's whisper as much as by the captain's axe. The blood that had streamed down Myrcella's face, that was the betrayer's work as well. Someone told, someone she had loved. That was the cruelest cut of all. - Arianne Martell
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