SugarDeSpice
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Viola
long black hair, green eyes, amazing curves
princess of Cameldon (fictious country)
Needs just one character at the moment, her father the king.
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Viola let her serving women brush out her long black hair till it shined, thinking over the past few days events in her head.
She was now a married woman, her women preparing her for her marriage bed.
She felt a strange anxiousness in the pit of her belly, uneasy with the feeling that she may actually be looking forward to the consumation of her marriage, a marriage to her father.
Even though she was his daughter, she was still a member of his realm and subject to his will.
His will being that since she was of age for marriage and he had yet to take a second wife after the death of her mother, she would marry him, her own father so he could breed a son off her and his blood line would not be thinned by other lines.
He had told her and his entire court that without a male heir whomever married his daughter would become king after he was gone, and the fact that someone not of his blood would rule did not sit well with him, so he had come the the conclusion he would marry her himself and the son she was bound to bare would be the future king.
To Viola's surprise no one thought anything of it.
"My Queen." A soft voice penatrated Viola's thoughts and she looked to her maid who had spoken.
"It is time." The older woman said helping Viola into the big majestic bed to await her husband, her father, her king
Viola
long black hair, green eyes, amazing curves
princess of Cameldon (fictious country)
Needs just one character at the moment, her father the king.
IC-
Viola let her serving women brush out her long black hair till it shined, thinking over the past few days events in her head.
She was now a married woman, her women preparing her for her marriage bed.
She felt a strange anxiousness in the pit of her belly, uneasy with the feeling that she may actually be looking forward to the consumation of her marriage, a marriage to her father.
Even though she was his daughter, she was still a member of his realm and subject to his will.
His will being that since she was of age for marriage and he had yet to take a second wife after the death of her mother, she would marry him, her own father so he could breed a son off her and his blood line would not be thinned by other lines.
He had told her and his entire court that without a male heir whomever married his daughter would become king after he was gone, and the fact that someone not of his blood would rule did not sit well with him, so he had come the the conclusion he would marry her himself and the son she was bound to bare would be the future king.
To Viola's surprise no one thought anything of it.
"My Queen." A soft voice penatrated Viola's thoughts and she looked to her maid who had spoken.
"It is time." The older woman said helping Viola into the big majestic bed to await her husband, her father, her king
