When Alora, the princess of Vanahiem, and Loki, Prince of Asgard, start to realize their feelings for each other, will they admit it? Or ignore it till it explodes?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters besides Alora. I do not own the cover...
Today has finally come. I have been waiting to go back to Asgard since I left. When I was a little girl I would spend only one month of the year in Asgard. As I've grown so has my time in Asgard. I now get to spend six months in Asgard and six in Vanaheim.
It's not that I don't enjoy staying in my home realm but I don't have any friends. When I'm in Asgard I get to spend all my time with the two crown princes of Asgard.
I miss them whilst in Vanaheim.
I packed my bags myself this time around, my excitement lead to me packing hours before needed.
Now I wait. I've been standing on the broad terrace in my quarters, listening to the bustle of the street, for the past hour. The wind tossing my red hair askew, messing up the intricate pattern of braids my handmaiden spent twenty minutes on. I had chosen a flowy, floor-length, emerald green dress. The sleeves fell slightly off my shoulders exposing a birth mark on my collar bone.
(This is what I imagine for the dress and hair, but a brighter red hair)
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This trip was going to be better than normal. I get to spend my birthday on Asgard. This is the first year that half of it is spent in Asgard. So in two weeks, I will have my 21st birthday.
"Your majesty?" the spoken words of Greta, my handmaiden, drew my out of my thoughts.
"Yes?" I replied, turning to face the brunette girl.
"Your father has requested your presence," she squeaked, seemingly nervous.
"I'll head there now," my words were questioning. Why was Greta nervous? It is standard for my father to wish to bid me farewell before I leave.
Walking down the white marble halls, my heels making my presence known to every guard in my near vicinity. Soon enough, I was at the entrance to the throne room. I nodded to the guards stationed at the door and they quickly moved to open the door. I walked in to see my father, sitting on his throne. Normal. My mother, standing by his side. Normal. My sister, sitting on the step below my parents, playing with a flower she had clearly just picked from the gardens. Normal. And the kind and prince of Alfheim, behind my father. Not normal.
"Alora," my father began. "You've met Freyr, and his son Aldrich, correct?" he questioned.
"Yes father, many times," my reply came out skeptical. Where was he going with this?
"Good, Alrich will be joining you on your journey to Asgard this year," he says with a smile.
"Not to be impolite, but why?" I'm seriously confused at this point. Why in hel would Aldrich be joining me? I barely know blonde prince well enough to call him an acquaintance. We've only conversed a few times at royal gatherings.
"Me and Freyr thought it might be a good idea to see how you two would pair together. You are getting to that age, that it is time for you to start looking for suitors. And Aldrich will be a great suitor for you," my father finally dropped the ball. There's the catch. Of course he thinks me and Aldrich would work. Aldrich is royal, to my father, he is a perfect math for me. But that couldn't be farther than the truth. For the hundreds of years that I have known Aldrich, I have searched for a commonality, but I have never found one. Not one attribute between us is the same.
"Father, may I speak with you privately?" I truly don't wish for Aldrich to impose on my trip; and I don't intend on letting him.
"No, daughter, you can speak your mind in the company of our guests," his comeback had a harsh tone to it. It had me ataken back, my father never used a harsh tone with me.
"Fine, I wish for Alrich to not acompany me to Asgard. My trip is supposed to be a time for my sanity, away from Vanaheim, and a time for me to bond with the Asgaridan royal family. If I'm spending all my time with Aldrich instead of the princes, then the trip will turn to uselessness." my reply sounded bitter. It was not meant as disrespect, and by the look of the faces of the men infront of me, they had not seen it as such.
"If you truly desire to not have Alrich's company, then you shall not have it," I released a breath I did not know I had been holding. Relief washed over and the tension in my body released. I was much more streassed than I realized.
"Thank you father," I began, before I got interupted by a guard opening the heacy, silver doors to the throne room.
"The horse is ready for your departure, your highness."
"Well that's my que to leave, goodbye father," I finally finished. I gave my father a small smile that he returned. Then I looked towards my mother and sister. I missed my sister while I was away. She was the one person I truly missed. I walked up the stairs, picking up my dress from the floor, and gave her a tight hug. She was young and never really understood why I would leave for long periods of time. Releasing my sister from my grasp, I looked at my mother. I gave her a small smile, like I had for father, and turned on my heel. I let my feet follow their path and carry me out of the throne room.
As I walked out, I carefully watched the halls, paintings, statues, benchs, guards, as I passed by them. After all, this would be the last time I see my home for the next six months.
(a/n:I finally finished the first chapter of my new book! This one actually is gonna get somewhere so stay with me. Thank you for reading!)
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