"I'm in love with someone I shouldn't be."
Son of Thor Odinson and Lady Sif, Prince Triston Thorson, or the God of Strength, was the second in line for the throne. He'd been reminded of that for as long as he could remember.
One would think a God a...
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❝ i can feel you lying there all on your own, we got here the hard way ❞
≫•✯•≪ chapter one, 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒
——— WALKING OUT FROM THE PALACE, Triston followed his parents, Uncle Loki, and the Warriors Three across the grounds where they reached a group of Attendants, who began to ready their battle gear for their journey.
As Triston was getting ready, his felt a familiar presence approaching him, and despite her rose and sweet scent, the click of her heels made it clear as to who it was. Triston turned back to find an angered expression across Princess Lidianna's face, which the Prince found adorable.
He took note that she was out of her ceremonial wear and in her outing wear. A long sleeved purple gown with black silky sleeves, a dress he did not remember being hers, but couldn't remember where exactly he saw it before. He also noticed that her tightly curled hair was taken out of its pinned up do, her hair flowing past her shoulders while the loosened braid stayed put.
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Despite seeing her annoyed expression, he continued to gear up, even though by her pout, he knew she didn't want him to. "What in Allfather's name are you doing here?" She asked and Triston sighed.
"So your father told you what we were doing," he realized as he grabbed a sword from the selection, but before he could place it inside his holster, Lidianna snatched it from him.
"I am a Princess of Asgard who stays inside the Palace while the boys go to war. I do not need my father to tell me what goes about it, thank you very much," Lidianna told him, her dark eyebrows crinkling together almost offended, "You have to be mad if you actually plan to go on with these hooligans."
"Some of those hooligans happen to be our fathers — your uncle," Triston almost argued.
"I'm aware," Lidianna said, irritating filling her tone.
Vexed, Triston snatched the sword back from her, placing it into his holster. "Lidi, they broke the truce. We have to," he argued.
"You are only following this pursuit because your father is forcing it. He is not King, he must stop acting as if he is," she softly said albeit she was fueling such rage.
