Other Worldly

⪻Chapter Five⪼

Third Person POV

Sigyn and Freya walked down the golden staircase and entered the lush gardens. Before them laid a wonderous view of the water fall and verdant plants. Vines grew on the walls of the palaces and exotic flowers on the land underneath.

The nature around them took Sigyn back to her childhood. When Balder would sneak her out of her prison and into the woods behind. The sweet fresh scent filled her lungs as they walked forth toward a stone gazebo. Jasmine flowers grew along the pillars and to the roof. The sound of the waterfalls behind it gave the area a serine atmosphere. It would have been a beautiful place if it weren't for the two people awaiting inside.

"Ah! Darling Freya! How do you fair?" Katja, the mother of Theoric, asked with open arms. (Cat-jah) (Thee-or-ick)

Sigyn stood tall next to her mother as the two ladies greeted one another. Katja was a beautiful woman indeed. She had lush blonde locks that reached her bosom, doe eyes that were a mix of blue and grey. She had a small button nose and plump pink lips. Katja wore a golden breast plate and was wrapped in a midnight blue cloth.

Behind the beautiful woman stood him. Theoric Einarson of Langdale. He wore golden armour that defined his build and had a sword at his side. The light shined on the ruby ring he wore on his finger. A symbol of his family. His shoulder length blonde hair moved in the wind as he gracefully walked over to the group. Theoric had his mother's eyes but his father's face. Lord Einar. (Ee-nar)

His eyes landed on the dainty princess before him. Looking top to bottom. Theoric offered her a small grin, one the princess could not return. She didn't like the look in his eyes. Or her mother's plan. To offer her up like a piece of meat on a dinner table. So, she kept her head down until her mother spoke.

"You remember dashing Lord Theoric don't you Sigyn?" Freya asked.

"I do," she looked up at him before curtsying. "Good day Lord Theoric and Lady Katja,"

Once she got up Theoric took her hand and placed a kiss upon it. His hands were rough and calloused.

"To you as well, my dear," he said with a glint in his eyes.

"And how do you fair, dear Sigyn?" asked Katja.

"I am well, milady," she replied.

She offered a small smile at her before looking back down. They then went to the gazebo and took a seat. The young lord seating directly in front of the princess.

"How are you enjoying your time on Asgard, lovely Sigyn?" he asked taken a cinnamon roll.

"It's quite beautiful," she said simply.

"If you want beauty, you should come to Langdale! I'd be more than happy to show you around, maybe even take you to see my personal trophies," he swirled his cup of ale.

"Aren't you lucky Sigyn! He barely shows them to anyone," laughed Katja.

'I highly doubt that,' thought Sigyn.

"I must say, you look quite ravishing today my princess," he purred.

It took every fibre of her being not to cringe at his words.

"Thank you, my lord,"

"Oh, just call me Theoric my dear,"

"As you wish,"

Sigyn went back down to looking at a very interesting speck on her plate when Katja spoke up.

"Don't you want to eat anything darling?"

The princess looked up at the lady and then down to the food. How she wanted to gobble all those cakes then and there.

"Oh she couldn't, we had a heavy breakfast," her mother spoke.