The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Book 2)

Swete Was The Song//David Imagine

So, I thought everyone back in time to the sixteenth century and do a David imagine. I will encompass a video of the song title I used. The character does wear a corset, and she's a princess. Enjoy!

The young princess, almost in her late teens, lounges dramatically against her bed frame, her breathing labored from the tightening of her pale corset. The maid pulled it tighter and tighter until her breath stops, and she faints. "Oh, my dear! Princess! Are you okay?" She clutches the princess's body in her trembling hands. "I am so sorry. Let me loosen it." Her frail fingers clumsily tug the ends of the corset looser and the princess lets out a few deep breaths, her blue eyes opening up to the world. 

"I've never had it tightened so much, that's all." She waves the maid off with her hand. "Just keep in mind that I have a condition."

"Yes, Princess."

"Oh......Mage......you know you can call me Alice. 'Princess' is for those unworthy of my attention."

"Yes, Princess.....oh, sorry Alice."

"Better." Mage ties the corset at the back and helps Alice slip on her crimson gown with black gloves to her elbows. Her red hair cascades down her back in light waves and her face is dotted with a natural look of makeup. Pink glossy lipstick with a thinning of mascara on her lashes. 

"You look beautiful, Alice. I shall fetch your mother."

"No need, Mage. I can handle the rest perfectly. I am a princess after all."

"Yes, you are. Very well then." Mage exits the room, slipping the princess a small smile as she excused herself. 

"Now to add the finishing touches." Princess Alice, the kingdom's most-wanted criminal, takes her glass wine bottle from the bottom drawer of her vanity and pours herself a cup of the liquid inside. She savors it as the red stains her lips. Wiping it away from the knock at her door, she smiles gleefully at the sight of her parents in their coronation clothing. 

"Hello, dear. Ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." She shakily takes her father's hand and they float down the stairs, taking it one at a time. She wobbles in her dark red heels and her father hands her a grin. "I was not born to walk in these shoes."

"Alice, you are worthy of everything we've done. If you weren't, you would've been cast out of this rabid kingdom like your brother."

Her eyes fly to her people, all ripe for the taking. She could feel her bloodlust curling through her veins, waiting to rip into someone, someone not-so-innocent of their crimes. Her blue-eyed gaze lands on a platinum blonde male. He smirks at her and disappears into the crowd. "Wait!" She scrambles out of her father's grip and tumbles down the carpeted stairs, slamming into the wooden floor. "Oh, good golly. Damn. I'm clumsy."

"Are you alright, Princess?" The guy stood in front of her. He looked even better up close, but she couldn't place her finger on where she'd seen him before. 

"Do I know you?" She questions, taking his icy-cold hand. 

"I get asked that a lot, dear. I do have one of those faces, don't I, though?"

"You're very full of yourself there, Mr......?"

"Williams. David Williams."

"You're very full of yourself, Mr. Williams."

"You don't seem too shy either, Princess."

"Please. Call me Alice. Mostly everyone does."

"Mostly?"

"Criminals aren't worthy of knowing proper nouns of anyone."

"Who are you to call a criminal when you are one yourself?" He asks. She backs away from him and toward the edge of the crowd to where her parents stand. He makes a tsk tsk sound and waves his fingers in the air. "I wouldn't run, Princess. One snap of my fingers and everyone dies."

"Why are you here?"

"A little birdie told me of someone who belonged to me and my kind."

"Well.....you've caught me. What's your plan now?"

"You entice me, Princess Alice. You're just a rat in a maze now."

Opinions? I've always wanted to try and write this kind of thing. 

Let me know what era I should do next and give me a special event.