Hello my fellow royal subjects, I am Lady Dorinda, formally known as the soon to be Princess of the Southern Isles. My fiance is none other than Prince Hans. I enjoy conversations with travelers from far away blogs, an aspiring artist under the name Nick Pitera, and of course my red-headed Prince. I welcome you to message our Royal Family at any time :)  



This entire movie was an emotional roller coaster but this is the scene that absolutely shattered my heart.

(Source: easilyhumored)

Injury II [Starter Sentences]


"Can you hear me?"

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Does that hurt?"

"Focus on my voice."

"Hold on to me."

"I'll carry you."

"I'm not letting you walk, I'm going to carry you."

"It's going to be fine."

"It's healing quickly, just hold still."

"Just focus on me."

"Listen to me, you are going to be fine."

"Put your arm around me, I'll help you walk."


"Stay awake."

"You hit your head and you've been out for two days."

"You're going to okay."

"Your head hurts?"

biceps-to-spare asked
✍:For what my muse has written about yours in their diary ((or)) ♬:Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

"Would you care to dance?" (Sorry it took me so long!!)

Dorinda looked up to see his hand outstretched towards her, his usually  smug and arrogant expression surprisingly smiling tenderly at her. She hesitated for a short moment before putting her hand gently in his and slowly getting up from her seat. Her heart skipped a beat, and she let out a yelp when he pulled her out to the dance floor rather excitedly. The band at Gaston’s tavern had decided to play their merry music until the wee hours of the night, keeping the rest of the town awake and dancing inside and out of the building. All the doors and windows were open, letting the music and light from inside poor out into the streets of the village, creating a beautiful and cheerful scene around them.

Dorinda laughed as Gaston whirled her around the floor; he was much stronger and taller than she was, so he easily swept her off her feet and spun her in circles around the room. With her head tilted back and the wind blowing a few strands of hair loosely around her face, Dorinda then felt completely free and at peace. She opened her eyes to catch a glance at Gaston, but blushed when she saw he was already looking at her. His deep brown eyes caught her attention, and Dorinda found herself studying them rather intently. She was surprised at how warm and inviting his smile was; his expression wasn’t cocky and conceited, no, Gaston offered her a soft and gentle look, one she did not know he was capable of showing to her. He almost looked…sincere. And making that realization made Dorinda’s heart flutter. She then made up her mind; this feeling she felt when she was with him right now, dancing and twirling around the floor to delightful music, was something she wanted to last forever. 



Dorinda laughed with him for a few moments, before getting back to their conversation. “Hans won’t talk to anyone. He barely even come out of his room. But…” She considered his offer, wondering if he was truly serious. She felt she shouldn’t; wasn’t it too much of an…

Dorinda nodded. “Ok…Thank you, Jack.” She said sincerely. “Hans’ window is directly two stories above mine. You should be able to find it pretty easily, but I’ll point it out to you before you leave.”

"It’s not that I don’t get along with the family, it’s just the whole "Royal" concept that I’m not very fond of." She told him truthfully. "Everything is so formal and strict during dinner that you can hardly breathe sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family more than anything, but this lifestyle…just isn’t me." She explained. Dorinda giggled. "I definitely won’t starve, that’s for sure. What an inconvenience that would be for you, Sir Jack Frost of Winter.” She teased him before leading down another hallway. She was really beginning to enjoy this man’s company more than she’d enjoyed anyone else’s in years. For some reason, Jack made Dorinda feel different. But it was still too soon for her to decipher what about him made her feel like so.

"A wise king once told me, ‘we are one’. I didn’t understand him then. now I do."
"But- they…"

(Source: mvlans)