Author's Note: So, guys, this is a prévisualiser of a fanfiction I'm thinking I'll maybe do. It's Sleeping Beauty retold in Aurora's POV. What do toi guys think? Tell me in the comments.
Briar Rose hummed to herself quietly as she picked berries from a bush. She smiled to herself: her aunts thought they could deceive her, but it was obvious they were planning something special for her birthday.
"I wonder what they're doing this year," she thought to herself. "Last an Aunt Fauna sew for me this châle I'm wearing, Aunt Flora made a fleur pot for me to put my fleurs in and Aunt Merryweather baked her special fraise pie recipe. Maybe this an she'll do a myrtille pie."
A chirping caught her ear and she looked up to see her bird Friends perched in a tree's branch to her right. Smiling, she took off her châle and shook her hair to untangle the curls.
"I wonder... I wonder..." Rose sang. She knew her Friends loved it when she sang. "I wonder why each little bird has a someone," she looked dreamily at a couple of birds.
"To sing to, sweet things to, a gay little l’amour melody," graciously, she accepted the berry the owl offered to her. He was always so eager to please.
She soon stopped working, Lost in her thoughts and her songs, in a world of her own. She crossed the woods to a very special place. Her aunts didn't know, but always when she went to the woods, she would stay hours in this spot, where she could stare at the castle.
"I wonder if my cœur, coeur keeps singing, will my cœur, coeur go winging," she sang as she reached the 'special spot'. There it stood, in a mountain and over the river, the majestic building.
Rose smiled fondly as memories rushed to her mind:
*Flashback*
Her petite frame perched in the tree's branch, the twelve years-old Briar Rose petted the soft fourrure of her small écureuil friend. Her hair was pushed back par a rose headband, her body snuggly wrapped in a see-through blue châle over a lavender nightgown. She was barefoot, like always: she liked the feel of her feet touching the fresh herbe and her aunts respected that. In fact, they seemed quite happy.
Her violet irises were in the château over the river, the white walls turned grey par the night. It was the fourth night she would tiptoe out of her room and sneak of the cottage to her special spot in the woods. She had been fascinated par it since her Aunt Fauna told her it was a château and the royal family lived there. Briar Rose had asked her while they were having a picnic. She pretended she didn't notice the looks her aunts shared afterwards.
"There he lives," she whispered softly in the middle of the night. The squirrel, which was almost falling asleep, lulled par her gentle hands, lifted his head.
Briar Rose looked at the small animal.
"Him, toi know," she said. "My dream prince."
The little animal seemed to be eager to hear plus about this 'him'.
"Someday. he'll find me and..."
*End of the Flashback*
"And bring back a l’amour song to me," out of her mouth came the words her cœur, coeur had been chant for so long."
The animaux sighed happily, comforted par the sound of her melodious voice. Briar Rose smiled, resting her head over the handle of her basket. She didn't even remember her birthday anymore, all thoughts Lost in her dream prince.
Briar Rose hummed to herself quietly as she picked berries from a bush. She smiled to herself: her aunts thought they could deceive her, but it was obvious they were planning something special for her birthday.
"I wonder what they're doing this year," she thought to herself. "Last an Aunt Fauna sew for me this châle I'm wearing, Aunt Flora made a fleur pot for me to put my fleurs in and Aunt Merryweather baked her special fraise pie recipe. Maybe this an she'll do a myrtille pie."
A chirping caught her ear and she looked up to see her bird Friends perched in a tree's branch to her right. Smiling, she took off her châle and shook her hair to untangle the curls.
"I wonder... I wonder..." Rose sang. She knew her Friends loved it when she sang. "I wonder why each little bird has a someone," she looked dreamily at a couple of birds.
"To sing to, sweet things to, a gay little l’amour melody," graciously, she accepted the berry the owl offered to her. He was always so eager to please.
She soon stopped working, Lost in her thoughts and her songs, in a world of her own. She crossed the woods to a very special place. Her aunts didn't know, but always when she went to the woods, she would stay hours in this spot, where she could stare at the castle.
"I wonder if my cœur, coeur keeps singing, will my cœur, coeur go winging," she sang as she reached the 'special spot'. There it stood, in a mountain and over the river, the majestic building.
Rose smiled fondly as memories rushed to her mind:
*Flashback*
Her petite frame perched in the tree's branch, the twelve years-old Briar Rose petted the soft fourrure of her small écureuil friend. Her hair was pushed back par a rose headband, her body snuggly wrapped in a see-through blue châle over a lavender nightgown. She was barefoot, like always: she liked the feel of her feet touching the fresh herbe and her aunts respected that. In fact, they seemed quite happy.
Her violet irises were in the château over the river, the white walls turned grey par the night. It was the fourth night she would tiptoe out of her room and sneak of the cottage to her special spot in the woods. She had been fascinated par it since her Aunt Fauna told her it was a château and the royal family lived there. Briar Rose had asked her while they were having a picnic. She pretended she didn't notice the looks her aunts shared afterwards.
"There he lives," she whispered softly in the middle of the night. The squirrel, which was almost falling asleep, lulled par her gentle hands, lifted his head.
Briar Rose looked at the small animal.
"Him, toi know," she said. "My dream prince."
The little animal seemed to be eager to hear plus about this 'him'.
"Someday. he'll find me and..."
*End of the Flashback*
"And bring back a l’amour song to me," out of her mouth came the words her cœur, coeur had been chant for so long."
The animaux sighed happily, comforted par the sound of her melodious voice. Briar Rose smiled, resting her head over the handle of her basket. She didn't even remember her birthday anymore, all thoughts Lost in her dream prince.
Here are the results of the Princess of the mois Hairstyles Countdown!
This is originally a BelleAnastasia's idea, she started to make countdowns for princesses' songs, hairstyles and outfits each month. She made the other articles with results only with images, so I continued her tradition, because personally I think it's not bad.
I'm really glad she let me do Aurora's countdowns, I hope toi enjoy my pictures!
Share your opinion if toi agree ou disagree with something.
This is originally a BelleAnastasia's idea, she started to make countdowns for princesses' songs, hairstyles and outfits each month. She made the other articles with results only with images, so I continued her tradition, because personally I think it's not bad.
I'm really glad she let me do Aurora's countdowns, I hope toi enjoy my pictures!
Share your opinion if toi agree ou disagree with something.
Snow White-Christina Ricci
Cinderella-Katherine Heigl
Aurora-Kate Hudson
Ariel-Rachel McAdams
Belle-Natalie Portman
Jasmine-Kim Kardashian
Pocahontas-Nicole Scherzinger
Mulan-Zhang Ziyi
Tiana-Brandy
Rapunzel-Kristen Bell
Cinderella-Katherine Heigl
Aurora-Kate Hudson
Ariel-Rachel McAdams
Belle-Natalie Portman
Jasmine-Kim Kardashian
Pocahontas-Nicole Scherzinger
Mulan-Zhang Ziyi
Tiana-Brandy
Rapunzel-Kristen Bell