Todays song is girls just want to have fun by Cyndi Lauper
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A pale room.Winter pressed against the world outside, blanketing kingdoms in snow. But here... it was colder.
The sound of crying echoed off stone walls. A man's voice, broken. Shattered. Grieving.I didn't know who he was.
There, in the center of the dark chamber, lay a crystal coffin. Inside it—a woman. Young. Still.I stepped closer.
What is this place?
Bones littered the floor like shattered prayers. Candles—black and blood-red—flickered along a long wooden table cluttered with herbs, dried flowers, and strange symbols carved into the wood. A thick book sat open in the center, beside a deep stone bowl, dark and stained.
Every part of me screamed ritual.
I looked around. Tried to read the book, but the text danced like smoke—unreadable. Unholy.
"This is definitely the weirdest dream I've ever had," I muttered to myself.
The man didn't move. He just knelt there beside the coffin, sobbing.
Even without seeing his face, I could feel it—the rawness of his pain.
Then he whispered.
"I'm sorry, Lilith."
My blood turned to ice.
Lilith?
Me?
Couldn't be. I turned to the coffin and stepped closer.
The woman lay still, her face hidden beneath a delicate black veil. It clung to her like fog, yet even beneath its shroud… there was something familiar. Too familiar.The shape of her mouth. The line of her jaw. The curve of her lashes.
No.
Her gown was made of something darker than night—rich black fabric flowed over her body like ink, the bodice adorned in intricate beadwork that shimmered like fallen stars. The lace neckline whispered secrets in the shape of thorns and death. Long strands of sheer tulle draped from her arms, brushing the sides of the crystal like she might rise at any moment and reach out to me.
To herself.
Terror surged through me. My hands trembled as I reached forward. I pulled the veil back.
And dropped it.
"What the fuck…"
It was me.Dead. Pale. Dressed like a bride for a funeral.
"I know I promised…" the man choked behind me. "But I can't live without you."
I couldn't turn to look at him. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the corpse—my corpse—in that coffin.
Just what kind of fucked up dream is this?
The man stood suddenly. Ran to the altar.
Emerald eyes.That's all I could see of his face—blurred, distorted by the dream. But those eyes... fire-forged and full of grief. And something else. Desperation. Rage.
He gathered herbs, bones, ash. Tossed them into a dark red bowl carved from volcanic rock. Then he grabbed an obsidian blade, paused, and looked back at me.
At her.
He sliced his palm.
Blood dripped into the bowl.
Then words—strange, ancient, sharp—spilled from his lips. Not in any language I knew, but it sounded like it belonged to the gods.
He turned back to the coffin, knelt, kissed her cold hand.
"My love…"
He cut her hand too. And I gasped. My own palm split open, a mirror to the dead girl's. Blood—my blood—trickled down my wrist.
What the hell…
He pressed their hands together, bloody palm to bloody palm.
"If the gods won't give you back to me…Then may time itself break."
Then—he raised the blade.
And drove it into his own chest.
"NO!"
I bolted upright, breathless and soaked in sweat.
"Ugh… my head…" I groaned, clutching my temples. My hand still stung. I looked down.
Nothing.
A knock on the door pulled me out of my daze.
"COME IN!"
Dina stepped inside, looking alarmed.
"Morning, Dina," I muttered, swinging my legs out of bed.
"Good morning, Princess," she said, stepping forward. "I heard screaming. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. Just… a dream."
"A nightmare?"
"Something like that." I yawned. "Anything I should know?"
"No orders from the king, if that's what you mean."
I smirked. "You know me too well."
She smiled faintly. "But you do need to get ready, Princess. The carriage is arriving early today."
"Early? Why?"
"Oh my gods—don't tell me you forgot," she said, dramatically clutching her pearls.
I blinked. "Forgot what?"
She stared at me. "Your brother's academic awards ceremony?"
"OH SHIT—Dina! Why didn't you wake me up sooner!?"
"I knocked for twenty minutes maa'm"
"FUCK."
"What will you do?"
"I don't know—PANIC?"
I bolted into the bathroom.
"Dina! Get my uniform!"
"Yes, ma'am," she said calmly, already moving.
Shit, shit, shit… not again.
A couple minutes later...
"I didn't see you at breakfast," Estefano muttered without looking up from his books.
"I had no appetite," I said, trying to organize my homework—which, by the way, is practically impossible in a moving carriage.
"Yeah, right."
"You think I'm lying?" I narrowed my eyes.
"Well, knowing you like I do, you're never not hungry, Lilith. But I do know what you are—scatterbrained."
I rolled my eyes. "Says Mr. Arrogance himself."
"You're impossible."
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
I gasped, hand to chest. Offended.
We both fell into silence. Not that I wanted to keep arguing—I just didn't have the energy this early.
Once we arrived at the academy, Estefano and I exchanged our usual farewell signal. He went off to join his circle of pompous royal friends, and I, as always, went to find Elizabeth—my best friend and current source of gossip, chaos, and suspicious cologne.
She was probably flirting with the biology teacher again.
As I walked through Stellaris' grand halls—decorated with kingdom flags, royal colors, and the Queen's favorite flowers—I heard it:
"LILITH!"
Oh no.
I turned and, sure enough, there she was: Eli.
"Hey there, princess!" she grinned, hugging me tight.
I pulled back and made a face. "God, Eli. Put on some perfume—you smell like formaldehyde and regret."
She gasped. "For real?"
I nodded. "You're still seeing him?"
"Yeah."
"You do realize he's, like, forty."
"Thirty-five, thank you very much. And that's what I like about him—he's mature and—"
"—A pedophile," I cut in.
She rolled her eyes. "He is not."
"Uh, yeah he is. He's a grown man who dresses like a high school student. Newsflash: he's not one."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
And just like that, her eyes lit up.
Uh-oh.
"I just remembered! You're coming to Mathew's party tonight, right?"
"Party? What for?"
"He just made the new knight student rank and his parents are out of town till next week!"
"Yeah, that's gonna be a no from me."
"Oh come on, Lil! You ditched me last time at Andrew's party. You owe me."
"There's nothing there for me. Besides, in case you forgot, we have a major exam in two days."
"Neeerd," she teased. "Besides, it's not like the Queen will notice you're gone. She's too busy preparing for your brother's ceremony."
"…You're not wrong."
"No one will even know! Come onnnn, Lilith!"
"I don't know…"
"Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls—"
Ugh.
I mean, it is irresponsible…But would anyone even notice I was gone?
"…Alright."
"YESSSS!" she squealed, practically strangling me in a hug.
"But if I don't like it, I'm leaving."
"Deal. You won't regret it."
I already regretted it.
"God, I shouldn't have agreed to that," I muttered, staring at my ceiling. I was fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and completely clueless on what to wear. A dress? Pants? Royal armor?
I grabbed another towel to dry my hair.
"Alright. Let's see what we've got—"
Knock knock.
I jumped. "What the hell—?"
I panicked, snatching up every dress I had and tossing them into the closet like I was hiding contraband. Another knock.
"Coming!"
"L?"
Of course. Victor.
I threw the door open, slightly out of breath.
"Hi!" I said way too cheerfully.
He scanned me. Towel. Wet hair. Suspicious face.
"L, what are you hiding?"
"Hiding? Nothing. Who said anything about hiding?"
He squinted. "Why are you in a towel? Why did it take you ten years to answer the door? And why are you out of breath?"
I stared blankly.
"…Oh my gods, don't tell me there's a guy in here."
"WHAT— No! Ew! No!"
He nodded. "Yeah, you're right. You're way too much of a virgin for that."
"HEY!"
Victor waltzed in like the room belonged to him and flopped onto my bed.
"Okay, no boy. So what are you hiding?"
I sighed. "I was just getting ready for bed."
"Lies. You've got makeup on, your perfume could knock someone unconscious, and it's not even 7pm. You, dear cousin, are going somewhere. Now spill."
"Ugh, Sherlock, calm down." I rolled my eyes. "Eli invited me to a party."
"Elizabeth?"
"Yes, her. Why?"
"Whose party?"
"Mathew's, I think?"
He wrinkled his nose. "How does she even know Mathew? That guy's a certified asshat."
"You're asking the wrong questions."
"Yeah yeah. Whatever."
"Awww," I teased. "You still have a thing for her, don't you?"
"WHAT?"
He laughed—too loud to be innocent.
"As if."
"Sure, sure. Keep lying to yourself."
Victor had been lowkey (highkey) crushing on Elizabeth since forever. Not that she'd ever noticed.
"Anyway," he said quickly, "what are you wearing?"
"Don't know yet."
"Well aren't you lucky I came," he said with flair, hopping off the bed and opening my closet.
"…Gods, Lilith. This is a disaster zone."
"I know! I was panicking!"
He shifted through the wreckage, then suddenly gasped. "Oh. Ohhhh. I found it."
He turned, holding a stunning white gown like he'd just uncovered Excalibur.
Made from the softest ivory silk, the dress had a boned bodice wrapped in delicate embroidered lace, the floral patterns tracing down a neckline that whispered romance and royalty. The sleeves were wide, sheer, and ethereal—like smoke made of moonlight. Tiny crystals dusted the fabric like fallen stars.
"Wait. I own that?" I blinked.
"You do now. And thanks to me, you know what you're wearing."
"You really think it'll look good on me?"
"Good on you? Lilith, you'll look divine. Trust the professional."
I laughed. "Yeah, yeah…"
I slipped into the bathroom to try it on.
"Oh, by the way," I called, "why are you here?"
Victor shouted back through the door. "Mother insisted we come early to help prep for Estefano's ceremony. Big public image move, blah blah blah."
"Ugh. Figures."
When I stepped out, Victor looked up.
"…So?" I asked.
He beamed. "Perfect."
"Well then—I'm ready to go."
"Hold on," he said, raising a finger. "How exactly are you getting to this party? Everyone's busy. The door guards will see you. They'll definitely talk."
"I know. That's why I'm taking the forest path."
"The forest? Lilith, that's an hour away!"
"Yeah, but Eli's waiting halfway. I just have to sneak through and meet her."
Victor stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "You two are insane."
"Thanks, Victor."
"My pleasure," he said, blowing me a kiss.
I blew one back.
And just like that—I was alone again.
I looked in the mirror, took a breath, and whispered,"Alright then… Let's go ruin some royal rules."