(Source: winterhasgone, via ieatbabiesandmicrowavepuppies)
The Corpse Bride of Portugal
When the fifteen year old Ines de Castro arrived at court as part of his new wife’s entourage, Pedro, crown prince of Portugal, fell in love. That love blossomed into an illicit affair that scandalized the court and threatened the international relations secured by the prince’s legitimate marriage. Despite his father’s overt disapproval, Pedro and Ines continued the affair, their union producing four illegitimate children.When Pedro’s wife died unexpectedly in childbirth, the King saw to it that Ines was removed from court and sent into isolation in a monastery to prevent any further trouble - but that still did not keep the lovers apart. Pedro followed Ines, and the two lived openly as a couple, to the horror of the King.
Finally, he could take it no more, and the King dispatched assassins to kill Ines, and she was captured and decapitated before the eyes of her horrified children.
Two years later the heartbroken prince ascended the throne, and, in an act that may indicate just how unhinged he became as a result of her death, Pedro has Ines’ body exhumed, dressed, and placed in the queen’s throne. Allegedly, he then required all of the members of his court to address Ines as his wife, kiss her skeletal hand, and declare their allegiance to the happy couple. Unsurprisingly, the court obeyed.
This charming moment is captured in a painting by Pierre-Charles Comte, and hangs in the Musée des Beaux-Arts in Lyon. Not pictured is the scene of Pedro ripping the still beating hearts from the chests of two of Ines’ assassins, but we are frankly just fine with that.
Pedro and Ines rest hopefully in peace in the beautiful Monastery of Alcobaca, their matched tombs inscribed with the words “Até o fim do mundo…” or “Until the end of the world…”
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我会在你耳边轻轻地哼着歌，旋律没有太大的起伏像那安静的早晨，歌名没人需要懂。有点断断续续我们不再去在意完美，我们就闭上眼睛吧假装时间愿意为我们停留，亲爱的别睁开眼。没有歌词你可否感觉我那太多思绪想说，不言而喻可以不只是那不再传颂的远久童话，奢侈的一种妄想。 不是那不是一首悲哀的歌虽然听起来不怎么快乐，我只是太热切地想为你制造些美丽和美丽，爱你我总是忘我。 很多的昨天我们暂时放下很多的明天我们暂时忘记许下诺言，这个时候所有的所有不能来得比那空气重,呼吸也请你放轻。
我会在你耳边轻轻地哼着歌， 直到你静静地睡在这，然后我望着你渐渐失了神， 而那早晨， 好像又美丽了多几分。
(by NAICHI)
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