[The effect is immediate. Rosamund alights with joy the second her eyes lay on him.]
Jonathan!
[She almost rushes forward, then spins back hurriedly as she brushes her hair into place, all nerves and frantic delight.]
Do I look all right? [Indeed, she does. Not a scar or scratch on her, briars banished, clad in royal finery of the highest calibre and flowers woven into her hair. The girl is positively glowing. She looks like she stepped out of the sweetest daydream.] Nevermind. Is he looking over this way? Oh! Oh — hello Pinocchio! Hello Ylfa!
[She's spotted the ringbearer and the flower girl plotting some mischief in giggling whispers. The pair wave back, a gangling boy with an impish smile and a rambunctious girl clad in red.]
Everyone's here, oh my goodness. You have to meet them. Come, come! [She grabs them both and ushers them towards the two children and a small gathering of unlikely fellows. An elderly man who oozes warmth and keeps a book under his arm, a thirty-something and equally handsome prince with his lovely wife, and a cat on two legs in boots and a cape, who gives a sassy wave to the princess as she traipses over.]
[ good for rosamund, honestly. while this would have been nightmarish for himself at her age, there are plenty of people who marry young. and marry for reasons rather than purely adoration--yet, even so, she seems to like Jonathan? dearly, judging by her demeanor and how she went out of her way to invite him to the celebration. how could he do anything but tell her: ]
You look beautiful, Rosie.
[ he holds a long gift... tube under his arm. when she's ready for it, he offers a set of highly detailed, filigree-ridden maps of the kingdom and beyond. so she won't miss if she can't see it all.
he is nice enough to everyone. nicest, most, to the cat.
[ Yuri nods immediately to the question. Rosamund looks absolutely great. It feels as if it was all washed away--
... What... was that exactly? She looks at Rosamund's hand and her skin in general. Yuri feels like there should be something there, but... She shakes her head. She's polite to everyone as she shifts the gauze with the decal over where her right eye was and holds a medium sized box in her arms. The way Yuri stares at Ylfa for a moment seems like it might trigger something, but it doesn't as she turns away and looks at Rosamund again.
Rosamund looks happy with Jonathan. It hasn't even been ten minutes since Yuri said that she'd try her best to smack Rosamund down back to reality, but it's already forgotten with all this happiness around her. It's...
... unsettling.
Yuri finds herself smiling anyway as that wary thought is banished to the back of her head. ]
[ Jonathan did indeed catch that and gave Rosamund a little wave before she quickly turned around. Every once in a while, his gaze flicks back to her and her father whom he's speaking with. The king, seeing that the prince is distracted, turns his head and understands exactly why. Apparently, their matters are too important to release the prince to have a sweet reunion with his princess immediately. Still, the king is charmed. All he wants is for his daughter to live a happy life.
They get to meet Rosamund's friends! They all have character, a lot of personality, and they're just as inviting as the space here. Time to accept those weddings gifts!
Rosamund can show them around, talk about her plans for her party before she becomes wed, or perhaps introduce them to her prince charming. It looks like he's about to wrap up his conversation.
This so thoughtful of you, thank you! Thank you both! [Rosamund receives the gifts with a laugh, arms full of wrapping and presents alike.
"I can hold those for you." offers the cat.
"I'll hold them for you," says the older prince, gallantly scooping them away from thieving paws.
With her hands free again she clutches onto Nodd's sleeve, glancing back over to her intended. She flushes and looks back when their eyes meet.]
I guess you should meet him too. You'll both love him, I promise. He's the sweetest man, no one more noble or brave or kind.
[Her True Love.
Rosamund turns, takes a more graceful walk toward her betrothed. Can't father finish blathering already? His ears will be talked off in no time and then where will she be?]
[ The king looks over to his daughter, chiding her gently before relenting. He says he'll come back to finish their conversation later, excusing himself. Jonathan, elated to be free, takes step to meet her with open arms. As much as he'd like to lift her up and spin her around, there are guests here. He opts for holding her hand and giving it a little excited shake. The temptation to peck her on the head at the very least is so strong, but he has to be presentable to everyone.
"You saved me, Rosie."
And there's a quick flash... A place covered in dense briars barring passage. There's a figure in the thorny mess—tangled and stuck, silhouette emaciated, groaning in pain.
We're back to the party.
Jonathan offers Nodd and Yuri a smile, nodding in confirmation that Rosamund did indeed tell him a bit about the two. He says that he's glad they can make it! And also reassures them that they don't need to be overly polite. At least in private spaces.
No, you saved me. [She gives Jonathan a little poke in the shoulder. It's a familiar little joke between them by now. Rosamund giggles when her friends make their introductions.]
Oh please, I didn't say a word about you that wasn't true Nodd. Which means it was a glowing review! [She positively beams at Yuri for the encouraging words. Obviously the girl knows a good thing when she sees it.]
You see, we all met when... [Huh. She pauses a moment.] We met on a trip together!
[Right? That sounds right. There was a ship involved, she's sure of it. And the nights were so starry, almost like they were sailing in the skies and not the sea at all.]
[ he sees briars, thick and encroaching. some poor creature caught within.
the party returns.
yes, right. they are inside that manor that likes to play tricks on the mind and heart. he has to hold onto that anchor, but it's so hard when the atmosphere draws him in. what a better life. what rosamund should have had.
please don't tell him jonathan and his jawline are yet another betrayal. ]
[ "the jawline betrayal" setting up io to be mastermind /s
Unfortunately, Yuri remembers something that Rosamund told her. The silhouette caught within those briars, emaciated... her jaws clench. She has a feeling that she knows who that is.
"By the way, if we're all seeing things that went horribly wrong, I'm pretty sure I know what's coming up for me. And please, don't hesitate to step in and shake me out of it!"
She closes her eye, quietly breathes in, opens her eye, and quietly breathes out. ]
Yes, we met on a trip... I'm sorry. Rosamund, can I speak to you privately for a moment? I need to tell you something really important... Please.
[ Jonathan tilts his head when the two friends inquire Rosamund, even asking her for a private audience. Before excusing himself politely so she and her friends can talk, he gives her a poke back on the shoulder.
"You know where to find me."
Because he will be around helping with getting the castle ready, though many of the servants are appalled. Please, sir, you shouldn't do any manual labor? ]
Don't you remember? I told you, he was the one who...
[But something seems off with her friends suddenly. Rosamund's good cheer doesn't drop, just takes on a bemused quizzical bent. Yuri's asking for a moment aside, and Jonathan is so agreeable. She playfully bats at his hand.]
Fine. I'll see you very soon.
[That's a promise.
She turns back to her companions with a furrow between her brows.]
What is it? I thought you wanted to meet him, why did you shoo him off so suddenly?
[ he wants the looooore but also it would be tainted by this fabrication so perhaps he should hear it from rosamund later, when she's in a proper state of mind. ]
Rosie--is it okay that I call you that? Later. This isn't, uh. Real. The party.
[ glancing to yuri. he's reading what she put down, yeah? ]
[ She wanted to see how Jonathan was like. Her True Love. What if he was here right now, looking at Rosamund with how much he loved her, how much he valued her, how much...
... ]
He's a great man, but Nodd is right. This... this isn't real. This... is something that you wanted over what actually happened.
[ Yuri is absolutely tense. ]
You told me... "we were supposed to wait for a prince to fight through all the thorns". Jonathan, he... he never made it.
[ Even though Yuri is afraid of the backlash, she keeps eye contact with her. Speaking out about this is painful. She would have wanted Rosamund to enjoy this memory, even if it was in a form of a dream.
But these dreams are painful and dig into your soul, because it would never come true. ].
[She looks between them, bewildered. The silence stretches long.]
...Well that's not funny at all.
[She huffs, setting her hands on her hips and fixing them with a petulant look.]
I thought you two would come up with a better joke than that. And really, how would you pull a prank like that off in the first place? "The party's not real." What, was I going to turn around and everyone would duck under the furniture?
[Before she takes her next breath, half her face crackles. It's papery. Like a scrap of parchment hanging rigid in the air, her features painted in black ink, wood-etched shadows lining her cheeks and the twists of her curls.
Then she's normal again, and still talking.]
And it's really quite rude, actually, to say that stuff about the briars? You know how worried we all were, you know how dangerous it could have been.
[ well that's scary and even when he saw her execute a guy in glasses, nodd didn't think of rosamund as frightening. it may be a bad instinct that it makes him want to comfort her all the more. ]
Yuri wouldn't lie to you, kid. Try and remember--I know it hurts. And, hey, if it helps you, I'll fall on my face like you did for me. But you gotta snap out of it for us to leave this place.
[ Tremors run through her self-confidence even though Yuri knows what she says is true. Her conscience shaken up by the crackles in her features for just a moment. None of this should be new to Yuri. She worked in that corporation that managed all sorts of undying monsters--the difference is that she cares for Rosamund and it hurts. ]
... I know, Rosamund. I know how dangerous the briars could be. You were always getting hurt because of them. It made hugs awkward because you didn't want to hurt anyone with them either. This isn't a joke. We're being serious. Please...
[ She wouldn't bat an eye at strangers being munched alive by a bus, but for someone she cares about, she looks like she's almost on the verge of tears. ]
[This solemn tone is grating on her. They've got to be joking though. That's ridiculous. They're having this whole party together to celebrate the upcoming wedding. And she invited them specifically.]
You — you brought me gifts, for heaven's sake!
[Because participation makes this real.
Once again the party dims. Rosamund doesn't notice that the guests are gone and the briars extend high over all their heads. High enough to hold the prince and his horse above the ground. The horse has been dead for days, entrails spilling and drawing flies, making a stench. He's been slowly bleeding to death in the thorns, on his own sword, partially impaled.
"Are you the Princess Rosamund of Reverie?"
A more familiar vision of their friend has run to his side, greeting him in confusion and horror. There is no one else with her. "Yes."
"Hello."
"Hi. What's your name?" The Prince swallows a breath in. His head suddenly drops down. "Okay, wake up. Keep- Stay awake."
"I'm Prince Jonathan...of the Kingdom of Apogee. I heard from a wise woman that you were in danger in the castle."
Then there's a fluttering of wings. Large but not so bird-like.
"Hello, sweet girl."
Eight fairies, beautiful and strange, and in one case moth-like and frightful, all light around Rosamund. Their keen eyes are fixed on her. There's important business to discuss.
Except the party flashes back in. The Rosamund before them looks on the verge of tears, her eyes darting between theirs.]
Stop talking like that. We're going to be happy together.
[ nodd sets a hand on yuri's shoulder, gives her an encouraging squeeze. it's mostly for her sake, to help her hold back the tears as they implore rosamund to accept the truth. but it would be a lie if it wasn't somewhat for himself as he sees that flash of a horse pierced through, bled dry. poor jonathan close to becoming the poor beast's twin, encased in thorns. ]
But it didn't happen. You know that. You know we met on the Eudora long after your prince couldn't rescue you.
[ It's okay, Rosamund. Jonathan is coming over, completely worried and concerned to hear his beloved raise her voice.
"May I ask what is happening here?"
While he doesn't blame them for her outburst, he would like to resolve whatever conflict is happening. He can't have his fiancee upset during her bachelorette party? Rosamund's friends are also growing concerned, asking what is wrong here. The fairies turn their heads, though her parents are too occupied with how to decorate this part of their castle.
So many people here care about Rosamund. They love her... That is palpable and undeniable.
But the scene shifts again. Inside a castle, briars abound, corpses of men—princes—strewn about like a warning to all those who ever dare to approach Reverie. They are her tomb. They are her protector.
The party returns and they're faced with Jonathan. Jonathan who's not in danger, who has romanced Rosamund over time, competed against other princes for her hand, who proposed to her on one knee and asked for her parents' blessing. Rather than her fate, this man is supposed to be her choice.
She didn't need to sacrifice love for agency...
The party stays, but slowly the briars start slithering along the floor, the walls, and the ceiling like they have a life of their own. ]
[But her voice trembles now. Though she turns to Jonathan with an outstretched hand she flinches when there's a shift.
Her eyes don't focus on it, not quite yet. She can't think about it too hard, you see. It was the whole kingdom. Hundreds and thousands of people buried in briars. After a hundred years, only one clawed and bled her way out.
But she has Jonathan, and she does have her friends, even if they're clearly acting weird. The mounting panic means nothing. She doesn't see the green tendrils snaking in around her. She doesn't.]
If I choose to be happy, all I have to do is fall asleep, and let him wake me up. I don't have to choose anything.
Right?
[She turns to her true love with a smile that twitches at the end.]
If I choose to give it up, then I could end up alone and miserable. Just like real people do.
[ nodd exhales, audible, although not at the level of a full sigh. ]
It's all right, Yuri. You've been really strong today. I'll take this.
[ a gentle pet to the back of her head. he steps forward, encroaching upon rosamund and her doting betrothed. ]
Jonathan is dead, Rosie. You lived, but not because a prince came and saved you. I don't know if it was a curse or the fairies or what, but you didn't get this party.
[ he will lift a godsdamn hand if that figment of a dead prince tries to interrupt him ]
You're alive and it's time to stop playing with ghosts or you're gonna hurt your real, breathing friends.
[ Oh. Yuri looks up and sees Nodd confront Rosamund about it. She kicks him a quick nod and then goes off to fend off the briars. Time to get that gun out, though she tries to do this discreetly and trying to shoot at the briars at very close range as if she's applying pest control. ]
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Jonathan!
[She almost rushes forward, then spins back hurriedly as she brushes her hair into place, all nerves and frantic delight.]
Do I look all right? [Indeed, she does. Not a scar or scratch on her, briars banished, clad in royal finery of the highest calibre and flowers woven into her hair. The girl is positively glowing. She looks like she stepped out of the sweetest daydream.] Nevermind. Is he looking over this way? Oh! Oh — hello Pinocchio! Hello Ylfa!
[She's spotted the ringbearer and the flower girl plotting some mischief in giggling whispers. The pair wave back, a gangling boy with an impish smile and a rambunctious girl clad in red.]
Everyone's here, oh my goodness. You have to meet them. Come, come! [She grabs them both and ushers them towards the two children and a small gathering of unlikely fellows. An elderly man who oozes warmth and keeps a book under his arm, a thirty-something and equally handsome prince with his lovely wife, and a cat on two legs in boots and a cape, who gives a sassy wave to the princess as she traipses over.]
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You look beautiful, Rosie.
[ he holds a long gift... tube under his arm. when she's ready for it, he offers a set of highly detailed, filigree-ridden maps of the kingdom and beyond. so she won't miss if she can't see it all.
he is nice enough to everyone. nicest, most, to the cat.
wait, weren't they doing something else? ]
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... What... was that exactly? She looks at Rosamund's hand and her skin in general. Yuri feels like there should be something there, but... She shakes her head. She's polite to everyone as she shifts the gauze with the decal over where her right eye was and holds a medium sized box in her arms. The way Yuri stares at Ylfa for a moment seems like it might trigger something, but it doesn't as she turns away and looks at Rosamund again.
Rosamund looks happy with Jonathan. It hasn't even been ten minutes since Yuri said that she'd try her best to smack Rosamund down back to reality, but it's already forgotten with all this happiness around her. It's...
... unsettling.
Yuri finds herself smiling anyway as that wary thought is banished to the back of her head. ]
You have lovely friends, Rosamund...
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They get to meet Rosamund's friends! They all have character, a lot of personality, and they're just as inviting as the space here. Time to accept those weddings gifts!
Rosamund can show them around, talk about her plans for her party before she becomes wed, or perhaps introduce them to her prince charming. It looks like he's about to wrap up his conversation.
... At the moment, nothing off. ]
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"I can hold those for you." offers the cat.
"I'll hold them for you," says the older prince, gallantly scooping them away from thieving paws.
With her hands free again she clutches onto Nodd's sleeve, glancing back over to her intended. She flushes and looks back when their eyes meet.]
I guess you should meet him too. You'll both love him, I promise. He's the sweetest man, no one more noble or brave or kind.
[Her True Love.
Rosamund turns, takes a more graceful walk toward her betrothed. Can't father finish blathering already? His ears will be talked off in no time and then where will she be?]
Jonathan! A moment, please!
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also, he's broke, so good luck, dinkus.
she really is a princess, not that he doubted it given her her-ness, but nodd has never seen her within the environment. this was her home.
moments ago, she told nodd and yuri not to worry because she survived whatever is to come.
but it's a party.
nodd will wait for rosamund to return, jonathan surely on her arm or vice-versa. ]
Good to meet you, Your Highness. I'm Nodd--I'm sure Rosie gave you forewarning.
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How does she talk to royalty who actually care about how they're addressed to?? Yuri just bows a little. ]
It's nice to meet you, Prince Jonathan... My name is Yuri. I'm glad Rosamund will be with such a great person.
[ she is shaking like a nervous chihuahua on the inside ]
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"You saved me, Rosie."
And there's a quick flash... A place covered in dense briars barring passage. There's a figure in the thorny mess—tangled and stuck, silhouette emaciated, groaning in pain.
We're back to the party.
Jonathan offers Nodd and Yuri a smile, nodding in confirmation that Rosamund did indeed tell him a bit about the two. He says that he's glad they can make it! And also reassures them that they don't need to be overly polite. At least in private spaces.
"How did you all meet again?" ]
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Oh please, I didn't say a word about you that wasn't true Nodd. Which means it was a glowing review! [She positively beams at Yuri for the encouraging words. Obviously the girl knows a good thing when she sees it.]
You see, we all met when... [Huh. She pauses a moment.] We met on a trip together!
[Right? That sounds right. There was a ship involved, she's sure of it. And the nights were so starry, almost like they were sailing in the skies and not the sea at all.]
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[ he sees briars, thick and encroaching. some poor creature caught within.
the party returns.
yes, right. they are inside that manor that likes to play tricks on the mind and heart. he has to hold onto that anchor, but it's so hard when the atmosphere draws him in. what a better life. what rosamund should have had.
please don't tell him jonathan and his jawline are yet another betrayal. ]
And how did you meet your groom, again?
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Unfortunately, Yuri remembers something that Rosamund told her. The silhouette caught within those briars, emaciated... her jaws clench. She has a feeling that she knows who that is.
"By the way, if we're all seeing things that went horribly wrong, I'm pretty sure I know what's coming up for me. And please, don't hesitate to step in and shake me out of it!"
She closes her eye, quietly breathes in, opens her eye, and quietly breathes out. ]
Yes, we met on a trip... I'm sorry. Rosamund, can I speak to you privately for a moment? I need to tell you something really important... Please.
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"You know where to find me."
Because he will be around helping with getting the castle ready, though many of the servants are appalled. Please, sir, you shouldn't do any manual labor? ]
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[But something seems off with her friends suddenly. Rosamund's good cheer doesn't drop, just takes on a bemused quizzical bent. Yuri's asking for a moment aside, and Jonathan is so agreeable. She playfully bats at his hand.]
Fine. I'll see you very soon.
[That's a promise.
She turns back to her companions with a furrow between her brows.]
What is it? I thought you wanted to meet him, why did you shoo him off so suddenly?
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Rosie--is it okay that I call you that? Later. This isn't, uh. Real. The party.
[ glancing to yuri. he's reading what she put down, yeah? ]
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[ She wanted to see how Jonathan was like. Her True Love. What if he was here right now, looking at Rosamund with how much he loved her, how much he valued her, how much...
... ]
He's a great man, but Nodd is right. This... this isn't real. This... is something that you wanted over what actually happened.
[ Yuri is absolutely tense. ]
You told me... "we were supposed to wait for a prince to fight through all the thorns". Jonathan, he... he never made it.
[ Even though Yuri is afraid of the backlash, she keeps eye contact with her. Speaking out about this is painful. She would have wanted Rosamund to enjoy this memory, even if it was in a form of a dream.
But these dreams are painful and dig into your soul, because it would never come true. ].
... I'm sorry...
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...Well that's not funny at all.
[She huffs, setting her hands on her hips and fixing them with a petulant look.]
I thought you two would come up with a better joke than that. And really, how would you pull a prank like that off in the first place? "The party's not real." What, was I going to turn around and everyone would duck under the furniture?
[Before she takes her next breath, half her face crackles. It's papery. Like a scrap of parchment hanging rigid in the air, her features painted in black ink, wood-etched shadows lining her cheeks and the twists of her curls.
Then she's normal again, and still talking.]
And it's really quite rude, actually, to say that stuff about the briars? You know how worried we all were, you know how dangerous it could have been.
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Yuri wouldn't lie to you, kid. Try and remember--I know it hurts. And, hey, if it helps you, I'll fall on my face like you did for me. But you gotta snap out of it for us to leave this place.
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... I know, Rosamund. I know how dangerous the briars could be. You were always getting hurt because of them. It made hugs awkward because you didn't want to hurt anyone with them either. This isn't a joke. We're being serious. Please...
[ She wouldn't bat an eye at strangers being munched alive by a bus, but for someone she cares about, she looks like she's almost on the verge of tears. ]
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[This solemn tone is grating on her. They've got to be joking though. That's ridiculous. They're having this whole party together to celebrate the upcoming wedding. And she invited them specifically.]
You — you brought me gifts, for heaven's sake!
[Because participation makes this real.
Once again the party dims. Rosamund doesn't notice that the guests are gone and the briars extend high over all their heads. High enough to hold the prince and his horse above the ground. The horse has been dead for days, entrails spilling and drawing flies, making a stench. He's been slowly bleeding to death in the thorns, on his own sword, partially impaled.
"Are you the Princess Rosamund of Reverie?"
A more familiar vision of their friend has run to his side, greeting him in confusion and horror. There is no one else with her. "Yes."
"Hello."
"Hi. What's your name?" The Prince swallows a breath in. His head suddenly drops down. "Okay, wake up. Keep- Stay awake."
"I'm Prince Jonathan...of the Kingdom of Apogee. I heard from a wise woman that you were in danger in the castle."
Then there's a fluttering of wings. Large but not so bird-like.
"Hello, sweet girl."
Eight fairies, beautiful and strange, and in one case moth-like and frightful, all light around Rosamund. Their keen eyes are fixed on her. There's important business to discuss.
Except the party flashes back in. The Rosamund before them looks on the verge of tears, her eyes darting between theirs.]
Stop talking like that. We're going to be happy together.
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[ nodd sets a hand on yuri's shoulder, gives her an encouraging squeeze. it's mostly for her sake, to help her hold back the tears as they implore rosamund to accept the truth. but it would be a lie if it wasn't somewhat for himself as he sees that flash of a horse pierced through, bled dry. poor jonathan close to becoming the poor beast's twin, encased in thorns. ]
But it didn't happen. You know that. You know we met on the Eudora long after your prince couldn't rescue you.
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Yuri doesn't say anything despite the encouragement from Nodd. Her gaze falls to the floor and waits for the other shoe to drop. ]
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"May I ask what is happening here?"
While he doesn't blame them for her outburst, he would like to resolve whatever conflict is happening. He can't have his fiancee upset during her bachelorette party? Rosamund's friends are also growing concerned, asking what is wrong here. The fairies turn their heads, though her parents are too occupied with how to decorate this part of their castle.
So many people here care about Rosamund. They love her... That is palpable and undeniable.
But the scene shifts again. Inside a castle, briars abound, corpses of men—princes—strewn about like a warning to all those who ever dare to approach Reverie. They are her tomb. They are her protector.
The party returns and they're faced with Jonathan. Jonathan who's not in danger, who has romanced Rosamund over time, competed against other princes for her hand, who proposed to her on one knee and asked for her parents' blessing. Rather than her fate, this man is supposed to be her choice.
She didn't need to sacrifice love for agency...
The party stays, but slowly the briars start slithering along the floor, the walls, and the ceiling like they have a life of their own. ]
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[But her voice trembles now. Though she turns to Jonathan with an outstretched hand she flinches when there's a shift.
Her eyes don't focus on it, not quite yet. She can't think about it too hard, you see. It was the whole kingdom. Hundreds and thousands of people buried in briars. After a hundred years, only one clawed and bled her way out.
But she has Jonathan, and she does have her friends, even if they're clearly acting weird. The mounting panic means nothing. She doesn't see the green tendrils snaking in around her. She doesn't.]
If I choose to be happy, all I have to do is fall asleep, and let him wake me up. I don't have to choose anything.
Right?
[She turns to her true love with a smile that twitches at the end.]
If I choose to give it up, then I could end up alone and miserable. Just like real people do.
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It's all right, Yuri. You've been really strong today. I'll take this.
[ a gentle pet to the back of her head. he steps forward, encroaching upon rosamund and her doting betrothed. ]
Jonathan is dead, Rosie. You lived, but not because a prince came and saved you. I don't know if it was a curse or the fairies or what, but you didn't get this party.
[ he will lift a godsdamn hand if that figment of a dead prince tries to interrupt him ]
You're alive and it's time to stop playing with ghosts or you're gonna hurt your real, breathing friends.
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