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I was in the mood for Scrivere a fanfiction but I couldn't think of any ideas so the user qzmaster591 suggested this idea for me.
"Instead of Ariel, some of the other princesses will have to win their princes over with no voice"
I considered Belle, Jasmine, and Rapunzel for this as I felt I could really run with that idea with those princesses in particular. I finally decided on gelsomino and I'm glad I did. I like the way it turned out so far. Anyways, if te enjoyed my first fanfiction I think you'll enjoy this one as well. If te haven't read my first fanfiction, I always enjoy Leggere commenti on it. I postato a link to it above. Anyways. let me actually get to the story now. Here it is and let me know if te want me to keep this going.
JASMINE: UNSPOKEN LOVE
It wasn’t a horrible life. I lived in a palace, after all. I had servants to tend to my every need and desire. I had an amazing best friend who wasn’t even human. The best part of the palace was my room. It had a spacious balcony that overlooked the town below, but it was the view above that I gazed at each night. I looked up at the stars and as a falling stella, star flew through the dark night, I wish I could fly away through that same sky. It wasn’t a horrible life. It wasn’t what I had that troubled me. It was who I was expected to be. A stranger’s bride. To give my life to a man I didn’t know. To sleep successivo to someone and orso my body to him for the sake of children. To give myself completely to someone I didn’t love. I’d sacrifice life in the palace just to give away everything that came with it. I’d sacrifice everything just to speak, just to tell my father that maybe I don’t want to be a princess anymore. He doesn’t hear me, no one does. No one can. I was born mute and so I was born without a voice. I’ve never spoken a word and I never can.
The night sky was clear. A perfect starless night, but I longed to be that falling stella, star so to fall away from all sadness and pressure. My mother had been my greatest voice, but that was a long time ago. Now it’s my father who tries his best and God bless his effort but even his greatest effort is not my voice. His voice speaks of wedding dresses and wedding bells and walking me down that horrid aisle to that horrid stranger. That’s not my voice. I gazed at the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of my mother. She told me falling stars were loved ones sending us Amore from Heaven. It’s been so long since I’ve seen that star. I had to go after it somehow. I had to leave. To disappear. To maybe find a voice somewhere. I gazed at the sky one più time just thinking that if I looked hard enough, I’d be gifted with a voice.
As I climbed the palace wall, I felt a tug on my accappatoio, vestaglia pull me back, and heard a growl.
“Oh Rajah,” I thought. I held my precious tiger close to me and almost regretted my decision to leave, but I couldn’t stay here and have my life lived for me. He whimpered in my arms. My cuore broke. I nuzzle my face into his pelliccia leaving him with my tears. I let go, knowing I’d never see him again but it was a choice I had to make. I climbed over the palace wall, giving him one last look. For once I was thankful I could not speak, for speaking a goodbye would break my cuore forever.
I left the palace on that starless night, not once looking behind me.