sophiexmarie
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Illithya sat quietly at her dresser combing through each long blonde curl. She had been awoken from her gentle sleep to be dressed and ready for a night departure. She didn't quite understand being so young, but for eighteen years of her life she never questioned her father's rule. So there she was clad in a pale blue gown that was fit for a queen awaiting the moment her servants would usher her out of the room. As Princess of the Kingdom of Valeria she was to marry some Prince whose Kingdom was capable of destroying hers. It was a peace treaty of sorts, but according to her people the King was sending his favorite daughter to marry a Barbarian. They called them Vikings, warriors that feared no death and ravaged whatever they pleased. The virgin princess was afraid, but she would anything to ensure that her family and kingdom was safe.
Her servants draped a black cloak around her shoulders before leading her to the carriage which would take her to her husband the Viking Prince. Her ice blue eyes were entranced by the light of the silver moon as it guided the carriage to her destination. These were a different people from hers. Her Kingdom was polished and believed in certain rules on the battlefield. According to royalty Valeria was the most civilized of kingdoms. While the Isles of the Viking were full of Barbarians who took what they wished, ravaged what they wanted and conquered many lands. Valeria wanted nothing to do with them, but in order to seal their safety they gifted the most beloved treasure in the land.
There in the carriage fair as snow and pure as the waters of the icy North was the treaty gift. A virgin princess heiress to her kingdom and the only bride of the Viking Prince. They were married earlier that day in the Kingdom Chapel of Valeria. She was heavily veiled so that he couldn't lay eyes on her until the wedding night. Illithya was able to gaze upon him through the veils. He was beautiful to her and she had no idea why they called them barbarians. Perhaps she was naive, but she felt a warmness in her heart for him. As they exchanged their vows she was ready for the night to come.
As the carriage came to a halt Illithya felt a nervousness in her heart. She had no idea what it was like to lay with a man and she had no idea if he would like her as she admired him. As the doors opened the brisk night air eased her heated skin and her servants led the way. She followed them into the massive castle. Her eyes made note of an eclectic collection of decor. She guessed that most of it were items they took from the enemies they conquered in foreign lands, but she knew nothing of these things.
Instead she marveled at the warmth in the castle. The golden glow seemed to emanate from every wall and every corner. How could her people call these people barbarians, if they possessed more warmth in their castles than could be found in her hearth. Illithya bid her servants farewell and as they left her in a massive room to await the Prince. Unable to quell her nervousness she removed her hood and toyed with her ring hoping he'd arrive soon.
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