behind the castle walls

I belong in a gothic castle full of winding staircases, endless candlelit corridors, and the dead bodies of mysterious strangers hidden behind the walls; I belong in a gothic castle with elaborate skeleton keys to every room, a wardrobe full of satin and lace nightgowns, a canopy bed full of cobwebs; I belong in a gothic castle where a handsome, devilish stranger loves me, loves me not, loves me; I belong in a gothic castle

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“As the confines of the castle walls faded behind me like a bad dream, I took my first full breath in weeks. I had no idea where this journey would lead me; what opportunity might present itself. I could only hope it would bring me closer to the standing stones of Craigh nd Dun. If so, I was determined to reach them, knowing this time, I must not fail.”

I know you’ve got a strong heart
It’s written in the stars
Behind the castle walls
You’ve hid your light
But when you let the past go
Your story unfolds
Look out your window
Into the night

The darkness can be such a lonely place on your own
I’ll be your compass so you’ll never feel alone

Don’t wait for the world to be ready
Who says you can’t explore
Who says you can’t explore
Don’t wait for the world to be ready
Find what you’re looking for
Find what you’re looking for

Are the monsters in your head now?
Stare them all down
If they come back around
You’ll be alright
And when the journey gets tough
Just know that you’re enough
You’re like a warrior
Keep up the fight

The darkness can be such a lonely place on your own
I’ll be your compass so you’ll never feel alone

Don’t wait for the world to be ready
Who says you can’t explore
Who says you can’t explore
Don’t wait for the world to be ready
Find what you’re looking for
Find what you’re looking for

Don’t don’t don’t wait
Don’t you wait, no
Don’t don’t don’t wait

Don’t don’t don’t wait
Don’t you wait, no
Don’t don’t don’t wait

Don’t wait for the world to be ready
Who says you can’t explore
Don’t wait for the world to be ready
Find what you’re looking for
Find what you’re looking for

Don’t wait for the world to be ready
Who says you can’t explore
Who says you can’t explore
Don’t wait for the world to be ready
Find what you’re looking for
Find what you’re looking for

—  “Don’t Wait” by Joey Graceffa
Midnight Gallivanting || Open Starter

♔ - Being a princess had its perks. Wanting for nothing. Constant safety behind the walls of a castle. Food at your door whenever it was called for. It was the perfect life in most people’s eyes, but to Emma, it was a prison. The gilded decor and shimmering jewels were all too much for her, hiding the cage she felt trapped inside of. The most freedom she had ever gotten was being allowed to learn sword fighting from the king’s guard. For a time, that had been enough to sate her thirst for adventure, but now that her skill had surpassed most of them, she was bored again. 

She had been forced to hide in the castle for the last nineteen and a half years. When her parents were to be married, the former queen, Regina, had made a threat that she would ruin their happiness, and since that day, they have done everything in their power to prevent that from happening. There were only rumors of a princess, and, save for the people who lived in the castle, no one had ever seen Emma’s face. At least they didn’t know they’d seen her face. Around the age of sixteen, she’d begun to sneak out of the castle, stealing away in the thick of the night with the help of Johanna, her nursemaid, and a couple of the dwarves. They held love for Snow, but watching Emma grow up while Charming and the queen planned a retaliation against Regina, they had all drawn closer to her. 

A simple peasant dress, given to her by her friend Lily, who worked in the kitchens, was Emma’s disguise tonight. Tan, canvas fabric, fashioned into a hooded cloak by Johanna, hid her face and noticeable white-blonde hair, as she snuck out of the castle for what felt like the hundredth time in her life. The crisp, night air washed over her skin, like a layer of magic that protected the secret of her royal blood. It was only a ten minute walk through the forest and into the town. She never quite knew what she would do when she got there, but she always figured something out. -  ♔

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‘Alice Through the Looking Glass’

“This sculpture is located in Guildford’s Castle Grounds in a walled garden behind the bowling green, near the house that Lewis Carroll used to rent. It was created by sculptor Jeanne Argent. The sculpture was created when a friend of Jeanne Argent entered a drawing of 'Alice Through the Looking Glass’ into a competition and when the drawing won, Jeanne made the sculpture in response.”