POV | Your ready to save your kingdom | Dark royalty core playlist

"If you pull me down, you're going down with me" dang that holds so much power

"Im a queen not a hero. It isn't my job to play an innocent angel. I'll be the villain if I need to save my city. My people. That is what makes me queen."

I love when people write stories in the comments. That way when I get bored of just listening to the music I can read all the stories.

A Princess is meant to be kind. Meant to be gentle and sweet. Meant to serve her kingdom, obey her royal parents and be a bright and shiny accessory to the grand and glittering court. She had been told this over and over. She was the third child. Not the heir. Not the spare. Nothing but perhaps one day a prize on the royal marriage market. Her oldest brother had told her she was lucky as she sat in on his lessons on how to rule, she would never have the burden of the country on her shoulders. She would just smile sweetly and nod obediently. Her second brother would tell her she was blessed as she'd never have to lift sword or don armor to defend what their family held as she watched him practice with the royal guards. She would agree with a gentle smile. But they didn't know how much she truly knew. They didn't know about the days her maid and bodyguard would sneak her from the castle into the city. They didn't know she saw the poverty, the senseless beatings of peasants who were being worked to death to feed their children, the hangings of any who dared speak against her family. They didn't know she heard the horrible stories of what they and the royal guards did when they left the castle to find amusement. They didn't know she knew the truth of what they, and their parents where. They didn't know of the stories she was told of her great grandmother who had been a wise and great queen who had cared for and loved their people. They didn't know about the plans and schemes that where being hatched behind their backs. The castle servants and the peasants saw more in her than a nothing third child. They saw her great grandmother reborn. They saw a symbol of hope for the future. They saw a strength of character in her that neither her father of her brothers possessed. She held the loyalty of the servants, the people of the city and a handful of guards. The important guards. The old ones who remembered the old ways, and the young ones who had seen their own families abused and mistreated. The ones who hadn't hardened their minds and souls. Tonight during the ball they would strike. Tonight during the ball her family would be deposed, and she would step forward. No longer the sweet, gentle, and obedient princess she had been trained to be. Tonight she would shed that skin and become something else. Something stronger. Tonight she would be as ruthless as someone whos people had been betrayed and abused. Tonight she would be as strong as a mother bear defending her cubs. Tonight she would become what the people who believed in her needed her to be. Tonight the Princess would cease to be and from her ashes would rise the Queen she was meant to be.

“You may be ready to save your kingdom.. but is your kingdom ready for saving?”

"He may be a prince, but you are the Queen of your own kingdom"

POV “Ma’am you're not allowed in-” the guard’s breath caught in his throat when he saw the face under her hood. “Princess?” He thought he was seeing things until she spoke. “Would you really deny me from the throne room?” she asked, an air of power radiated from her words. The guard knew that voice. It was different, clearer, a few tones lower than the last time he heard her speak. But it was undoubtedly the princess’s voice. She walked past him, taking his silence as compliance. He made no moves to stop her. Eyes turned her way as she walked through the grand doors. The party goers murmured amongst themselves about the strange figure draped in a ragged cloak. She worked her way through the crowd, receiving scathing remarks for her state of dress. She paid them no mind, she was like that once too. Finally she was at the foot of the throne. The King finally noticed her, telling the loyal knight to remove her. The King’s knight walked down the steps and tried to coax her out of the room. When it was clear she wouldn’t budge he drew his sword. The princess chuckled at the action, this was going exactly as planned. “If you don’t leave Miss, I’ll have to use force,” The knight warned her. “I will not move from this spot,” she spoke the Knight’s name. He wavered at her words, something was familiar but he could not place what. “If you should try to strike, go ahead and try,” she said boldly. The knight sighed, and walked towards her. As soon as he was in range, she placed her blade under his chin. He struck her blade away and backed away. All eyes that were previously averted were drawn in by the sound of metal clashing. The remainder of the guards in the room circled around her. The King glared down at her, but didn’t grace her with words. “Come now,” she addressed the whole room, “this is hardly a good welcome home party!” She threw back her hood, revealing a face they all recognized. The guards all lowered their weapons. Gasps and whispers enveloped the room. The king looked like he had been stabbed through the heart. She tilted her head and mockingly asked, “right Dad?” The Queen’s eyes welled with tears, “you’re alive.” She sounded happy, it made the Princess’s guts coil. “W-we thought you had perished!” “Y-yes, oh my sweet girl we’re so happy you’re alive!” The King followed his wife’s example. “Guards, what are you doing? Give my daughter some space!” They all backed up. Except the King’s right hand Knight, who got down on one knee and bowed. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you, Princess!” He apologized for his violent actions. “Fool!” she scolded, causing him to flinch back, “I am armed, do not make yourself prone in your King’s presence!” “But you would never-” “None of you have seen me in three years, do not assume I am the same frollicking little girl you remember!” She reprimanded them all, “rise up and protect your King!” She pointed her sword at her father. “But decide now if he is your King, or if I am!” Her words were met with confusion to all but those with crowns. “Daughter, whatever are you doing?” the Queen asked. “You do not get to feign ignorance!” The Princess yelled at her, “although it was neither of your hands that started that fire, it was your orders that made the hands move!” She accused, “you both tried to have me killed!” She was angry, but despite appearances she was not here for revenge. “I am here to kill you, my father, my King. I, your daughter, the firstborn Princess, the heir to your throne, have declared you unworthy to sit upon it,” she stated her intentions. “Your only chance to live is to set your crown down on that throne and walk away.” “Guards, seize her!” the King ordered. It was met with hesitance. “I will have a talk with my daughter about her treason, but for now SEIZE HER!” he demanded. She threw off her cloak to reveal the armor underneath. “Fight for your King!” She ordered them, dashing for the man sitting on the throne. Her blade met the King’s Knight’s once more. “Princess please,” he pleaded, “I don’t want to hurt you.” “When you became a knight, did you imagine you would serve a king who would have his daughter killed? Who doesn’t protect his people?” she contested, “I do not want to fight you either, but if our ideals do not align I will strike you down.” The Knight heard the clashing of swords beyond her. His comrades were following the Princess’s philosophy. They were friends, he knew them all by name, but they fought for opposing ideals. What did he believe in? Who did he believe in? She spoke his name, interrupting his thoughts, “I’m not a liar.” His resolve broke. The princess he knew detested lies. He saw that same detest in her eyes when she looked at her father. He remembered all the things he had turned a blind eye to for the King. “I’m with you my King.” “Then cover me,” she told him, struggling to contain a smile. She ascended the steps to the throne. Her father drew his sword he had used in years. She effortlessly knocked the blade out of his hands and tripped him. She pointed her sword at his throat. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” “Please spare me!” he begged, pitiful. The Queen quivered next to her daughter, pleading along with her husband to spare him, but she was powerless to do anything else. “Like you spared me?” They both fell silent. The Queen took off her crown and placed it on what was her throne, and bowed to the one she had birthed. The king knew at that moment he was already a dead man. The slashing of his throat was only a formality.

Her highness stood proud at the stairs as the guards called her name; she watched as her sister and lover looked up in shock. The rightful ruler and heir to the throne have returned. Relieving in the utter dismay looks on their faces as she made her way towards the ballroom floor, poise and power radiated from her. The assassination attempts, the betrayal of her sister, and an alliance with her kingdom's enemy is her friend. She isn't afraid of death anymore; no longer is she the young girl who escaped in fear. Now she was a princess ready to take back what was rightly hers, any means necessary. That's it so far it will be posted on Anystories titled : Her Throne

She walked along the field. The leaves gently swayed in the wind, with little sound. After her sudden betrayal to her kingdom, chaos broke out. The crown was lost. Children were lost, both figuratively and literally. Their parents fleed, no longer trusting the rulers, left their children behind. Buildings were burned down in rebellion, smoke filled the air, everything coated in a thin layer of ash, years later. She walked further along the path. She felt raindrops fall on her face, tickling her skin as they rolled down. She walked onward, deeper into the field until she reached a tree. A + L stood engraved on the bark, she now knew it stood for Amari and Lotus, but that's a story for another time. She got down on her knees, and lifted a rock away. Beneath it, was a large box, completely burried in the dirt but for it's lid. She opened it with struggle, but she found what she was looking for. She gently placed the crown on her head. It had been two years, homes had been burned, families crumbled, and the city lost it's gold. Oh, she would play the act. Be the "lost princess" who "was taken during a fire". Because, who would believe that _she_, a princess with everything, would want more? Oh, how she would watch them burn.

My lips parted with a strangled gasp as my gaze met hers. The person who I thought was my best friend and the person I least expected to betray me. "Zora, please..." I whispered, wincing as my voice cracked in-between my spoken words which caused her to laugh. "Oh, y/n. You've always been so naive. Mom and dad never wanted you but they treated you like you were their whole world. Now look at what that has caused this kingdom. Look." She said, roughly grabbing my chin as yanked my body in the direction of my fallen kingdom. "I'm sorry Zora. I'm sorry that I stole your heirship, I'm sorry that I was the Favourite, I'm sorry that I took everything from you." I said, as she laughed once again and ran her poisoned blade across my throat, drawing a thin trickle of blood. "Go on, kill me. You'll get your kingdom back if you do. You'll get everything I 'stole' from you if you do." I whispered, grabbing hold of the blade's holt which caused a look of surprise to flicker on her face before she shoved my hand off and stabbed the blade into my heart. I gasped softly, feeling the poison spread through my system as she walked away. The last thing I saw when I blacked out was her black boots and riding cloak. I will get my revenge, Zora. Don't think my story is over just yet. (Hope you guys like it. Part two if this gets more than two likes).

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Everyone hated her she was called a demon she was mistreated because she was the maids daughter, she knew nothing about royalty as her father was the king and wanted nothing to do with a maids daughter.She had to attend her compete in a course on who will take over the kingdom of her father. It was difficult for her but what she knew was that it was her duty to become Queen of the kingdom. Her step brothers and sister made it very dificult for her to compete. Right now she's sitting in the casltes garden with her golden crown on her head, her brothers and sister are planning to kill her. "Your life ends here" her sister shouts, "Go ahead if i can have a kingdom and i can take your life how lucky am i."

Revenge is like drinking poison and waiting for your enemy to perish. The best way to get back at someone is to improve yourself and show them what they lost.

In the middle of the full moon. To the sorrow of the vastness of the lifeless. Between purity and peace. Witness that the sacrificial blood and tears are the source. Crying in deafening silence. Is success deserved? Or, is it just a mask in the true likeness of the filthy savages in power? The loud sound of the trumpet spread to the ears. At the same time, there are footsteps, not just two but innumerable but one dominates ahead. Screaming his position and identity.  The coldness of its black-covered eyes penetrated itself. It knelt and I felt a cold touch on my cheek. Between violent and carefully he lifted my failing self to align our same gaze. Just like his eyes. Deep, cold, and full of mystery he exclaimed, "I have found the worthy one. She will be my Queen."

This playlist was just too good. Made me feel like a fallen queen reclaiming her kingdom

“Who says a little queen can’t be big enough to protect her people” she says as she commands her soldiers to behead the man responsible for this war.

As you went down using the large stairs you smiled to the people that are waiting for you. Today it's the day. Today it's the day that you will finally become the queen of your Great, Big, kingdom. Your mother and dad recently died cause of a terrible ship accident in the middle of the ocean. As you walked further everyone was looking at you. Your beautiful emerald green dress was so stunning like you are, so no one can take the eyes from you. You once again smile to the people that are glad that such a nice and innocent young girl will take the place of their cruel parents. You continue your way as you have finished the stairs and walk once again. In front of you, you can see one person holding your crown ready to be yours. This crown was meant to be yours. Always. The Power. Everything. All the citizens think that you are a girl that will bring peace to all kingdoms but little did they know. You were the one that payed somebody to kill your parents so you can take their place and their power that you always craved since you were a little. This kingdom and soon all the four kingdoms will be yours and kneel in front of your greatness.

okay all these princess stories are just the inspo i need for mine. Anastasia was next in line for the throne, her grandmother had said she would be her successor. a war had broken out, and she fell for the prince of the other kingdom, she had ran away with him under the pretense of him being one of her guards. everyone claimed she died in an attack and the country was in a riot

“You say you wanted to help me, yet where were you all those sleepless nights I had? Where were you when I lost all the battles in my mind? Where were you when the screaming in my head would not go silent? Where were you when the dark overtook the light? Where were you when I was broken on the ground with no one to turn to?” - from my WIP