In the frigid depths of 1886, an unrelenting ice age has seized the world, choking the once lush landscapes in its icy grip. Amidst this frozen apocalypse stands C/N, Lord of Greater London, a man whose roots extend far beyond the age of the British Empire. As the relentless winter bore down upon them, C/N discerned the harbingers of doom and embarked on an audacious endeavor: the construction of a colossal landship named Dreadnought. This grand vessel was to carry him and the beleaguered citizens of London to a new life, a glimmer of hope amidst the unyielding ice.
In his fervent determination to bring his vision to life, C/N exhausted his vast wealth, amassed over centuries of existence. Despite the pleas and entreaties of Britain, a long-standing ally, and other nations he had forged friendships with, C/N remained steadfast in his resolve. With unwavering determination, he steered the Dreadnought northward, accompanied by a mere handful of loyal refugees who shared in his unwavering faith.
As the weeks turned to a month, those who had once called C/N a friend despaired losing all hope of his survival, their hopes dwindling like the warmth in their hearts. The world they left behind grew colder and more unforgiving with each passing day, leaving them to struggle for survival in a land gripped by endless winter.
Yet, amidst this bleakness, C/N and his small band of followers pressed on, forging a new destiny in the land they came to know as the Frostland. Around the colossal generator that powered their settlement, they erected a city-a testament to human ingenuity and determination. They named this city "New London," a beacon of warmth and life in a world swallowed by the icy embrace of the unexpected ice age.
Still being continued
You used to love the fairytales , but it was the cold you were afraid of. Sharp cold shivers as you uncovered the cold body of little red riding hood's granny , sweeter trembles when the snow white awoke from the prince's kiss over her own pale and cold corpse . But by the high school prettier princesses walked among you .You saw the gulf between you and those perfect girls , and vowed to stop believing in the fairytales. But the stories were in you as deep as poison of the strongest kind.
If prince charming was real , he would save you , but when you needed to be saved from the unfairness of the world would he come? Would he kiss the poison away ? would he save you from the high castle and your evil step mother ?
Oh Rapunzel , if only he wasn't tangled in another mistress's limbs.
There he was, you knight in shining armor. He saw YOU. And somewhere deep inside you, you knew it was too good to be true. But you let yourself swept after being let down your whole life , because he was the only strong enough to lift you.
So now if you can live like this, say you love him, say thank you. Say, yes honey and get down on your knees and present your body for fucking.
'Kneel , darling. You were meant to be a damsel' they say
What if you loved the feeling of Prince Charming's guts gushing blood on your hands? What if you finally had enough ?
What if you found the light on the wrong side ?
Yes, you were the damsel.....one meant to cause chaos and damage
Welcome to the dark side of the fairytales
(The sequel to nefarious bliss)