Type:  [  Based on Love Story by Taylor Swift ]

Pairings: Sherlock x Reader

Warnings: none, TSWIZZLE IS BACK

Breath billowed from your lips, the whispering winter wind brushed your bare shoulders seeming to freeze the forming perspiration. Your gaze rested on the bright shimmering light of the stars against the ink black sky, allowing yourself to relax in the comforting cricket chirps rather than the distant murmurs of laughter and music from within the castle. You leaned forward, your hands holding onto the marble balcony. You felt as if you were drowning in fake smiles and colorful fabrics, all you needed was a moment to breath.

Of course you knew that you were a royal, a high class citizen placed on an untouchable pedestal with every need catered to. You realized how insignificant it was that your pressure to be perfect was drowning you compared to how some people in the kingdom were starving or risking their lives to support their families. However you couldn't take the constant overwhelming feelings of needing to be just right - perfect waist size, perfect intelligence, perfect handwriting, perfect posture, perfect everything.

Which left absolutely no room for being human. No room for finding a dashing young man or perhaps doing something more independent, you couldn't explore or see the world without having to look through lines of armored men. They were all ready to give their lives in order for you to be wrapped in a blanket of their protection. Only it wasn't for you, but rather your title and credentials.

"Your majesty, you must come back inside." Your servant girl's voice met your ears, even such a small sentence was laced with a tremble. Perhaps the girl just struggled with communication, or perhaps it was the ideal of you being able to have her sentence to a horrible gruesome death with the wave of your hand.

"Alright Molly just give me a moment." Turning your face upward as the wind kissed your cheek, inhaling it's sweet scent as it cleansed your lungs from the smell of overpriced perfumes. Slowly you turned to find the small girl, her long locks were tied back and her gown seemed meaningless compared to yours. Molly's gown was green, the fabric wasn't extravagant but had a silky feeling as it hung loosely from her small form. Your's was a long white dress that was laced with gold, the straps wrapped around your arms and freed your shoulders.

You shook your head and tsked softly, you must place an order to repair this girl's wardrobe. You stepped forward, your heels softly clicking against the stone as you linked arms with Molly, entering the ball room. "How much more of this dance must we withstand?"

"It is your birthday your highness. You are arranged to marry Prince Anderson."

You wrinkled your nose at the distasteful thought of your fiancé , "don't I know."

"He's rich." Molly offered and you instantly dismissed it, "what is money when you are known for ruling your kingdom with such a cruel hand?" You questioned.

"He uses as some put an 'iron fist.'"

"Yes, a fist that is cold, heartless and not that attractive. Now you can stop feeding me the lies that my father has fed you to convince me this is a good idea."

"King Greg has been good to me - say your highness I'd say your attracting a gentleman's gaze." Molly peeked over your shoulder, with a slight frown you turned your head and felt your eyes widened. Two eyes stood back at you and suddenly  exposed, as if he could underneath the layers of fabric and facade of confidence and smiles that all royal figures must obtain.

A majority of the man's face was covered by a golden mask, but his height set him apart from the crowd. He slowly approached you, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

"He's so handsome." Molly marveled, you pulled out your golden fan and opened it, shielding the lower part of your face. A shorter man should next to the mysterious stranger, he caught your eye. He grabbed the taller man's arm and stood on his toes a bit to whisper something in his ear.the man obviously disregarded whatever it was, because he was after you in an instant. Molly led you away, in Anderson's direction. You sucked in your cheeks and followed causing you to lose site of the man.

Suddenly a hand was on your arm and you whirled around to find him, he instantly pulled back. Your skin pulsed where his gloved fingertips had been, you slowly looked up at him as he bowed. "Your Majesty."

You gave a nod of acknowledgement, "you are....?"

"May I have this dance?" He questioned, extending his hand. Your gaze flickered across the room to Mary, the first female to be captain of the royal guard. She gave a short, curt nod and you took it. He wrapped his arm around your waist, intertwining your fingers. Your hands seemed to match perfectly as he whisked you onto the dance floor.

"I need you to listen to me carefully." He murmured, his breath brushing your ear sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh? And why is that?" You raised an eyebrow, "there's a man holding a price on your head, and I'm afraid your life is in danger."

You felt a sickening feeling creep over you but brushed it off, "Mister I can assure that I am well defended and if the matter calls for it, I will be able to defend myself."

"This particular man is extremely clever, he -"

"I've heard enough." You attempted to pull away but the grip on your waist tightened. "Let me help you."

"I'm sorry Mister..... why I don't even know your name." Your eyes narrowed.

"Lord William Holmes, but most just call me Sherlock." A devilish smirk danced upon his lips, "and I'm here to save your life."

"I may be a damsel but I can assure I am not in distress." You snapped as the song came to an end, you pulled away and gave your partner a slight curtesy before turning away.

"Darling." You physically winced as your finance's voice met your ears. "Anderson." You gave a sickening sweet smile as you faced him, "Love I need to discuss a matter with you." He approached you, roughly taking your hand without permission. You raised an eyebrow, his sweaty palm directly on yours as you noticed the absence of a glove. He lead you away from the ball and towards a long hall, "Anderson why are you-"

You felt the blood drain from your face as a sharp bit of metal was pressed into your face.

A/N

IF DANISNOTONFIRE CAN POST A VIDEO I CAN UPDATE MY BOOK

but srsly tho I've realized I need to get my shit together

I was reading -sailingships story cuddle buddy (really good go read it ) and I was like dayum I wanna be this good of a writer but it won't happen if I don't actually, ya know

Write

I had to take a hiatus because everytime I would write I would panic ( @ the disco ) and get stressed out so

@thebrightestofblues made me realize that you guys ( well some of you) need this book so I'm gonna update more I swear on Andy biersack's face

Your requests are underway

Love y'all

Bye bye for now