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"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.
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━━━━━━━━━ ≫•✯•≪ ━━━━━━━━━ CHAPTER ONE || FROST GIANTS ❝ you're smart, optimistic, strong-willed, graceful, not to mention kind... there's no one like you❞
——— WALKING OUT FROM THE PALACE, Triston followed his parents, Uncle Loki, and the Warriors Three as they crossed the royal grounds of Asgard. The sun gleamed against the polished armor in the courtyard as a group of attendants waited for them, preparing their battle gear for their journey.
The attendants worked quickly — fastening clasps, fitting armor, and handing out weapons. Triston adjusted his own chest plate, the weight of duty pressing on his shoulders far more than the steel ever could.
As he was finishing up, he felt a familiar presence approaching him. It came before he even heard her, a subtle ripple in the air that he could never seem to ignore.
Despite her rose and sweet scent, the click of her heels made it clear who it was. He didn't turn around to know who it was, but he did anyway.
Standing just a few paces behind him was Princess Lidianna with an angered expression across her, but gods help him, he thought she had never looked more 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.
Despite the clear irritation across her face, Triston continued to gear up, pretending not to notice. Even though by her pout, he knew she didn't want him to.
"What in Allfather's name are you doing here?" she demanded sharply and Triston sighed.
"So your father told you what we were doing," he realized as he grabbed a sword from the weapon rack selection. But before he could secure it in his holster, Lidianna snatched it right out of his hand.
"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," she said, her dark brows drawing together as though offended by the very idea. "You must be mad if you actually plan to go through with this. All of you — hooligans, the lot of you."
Triston raised a brow.
"Some of those hooligans happen to be our fathers — your uncle," he almost argued.
"I'm aware," she replied, irritation filling her tone.
Vexed, Triston snatched the sword back from her and slid it firmly into his holster. "Lidi, they broke the truce. We have to," he argued.
