Avery is the third born child to the late King Aethelwulf. Youngest sister to Alfred. She longed for more freedom. To be able to fight like her brothers and be free from her destiny of being forced to marry some fat old lord for the promise of men o...
The kingdom was incredibly busy preparing for the coronation and the amount of visitors Wessex was about to receive. Countless Lords and Lady's traveling for the event and Sara was in Avery's room as soon as the staff started their days. It was barely noon and Avery had been bathed in expensive oils, her hair sprayed with lavender and curled into an extravagant hairstyle wrapped around a diamond tiara. Her outfit was a mixture of a gold and ivory, lace and silk. Jewels hanging from her ears and wrists. She would certainly be the topic of conversation between the ladies of the court.
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When she arrived at the throne room, the walls were covered in banners with the royal emblem, and everyone was dressed for the occasion. Her eyes glanced over at Leofric, and she could see by how wide his eyes went that he truly appreciated her outfit of choice. She was beautiful. His personal piece of heaven. He quickly regained his composure and stood by the doors guarding everyone inside as his left hand rested on the pummel of his sword. But then her eyes met with Uhtred, that sickening smirk across his lips again, but she quickly turned her back to him, so her eyes were up front. So, she could watch her brother become a King.
The coronation was grand, one of the biggest she had ever been a witness too and part of her wished for the brother she adored to be more present. He was no longer the Alfred she used to play chess with, or the Alfred who taught her how to read. He was serious, all of the time and she felt like she no longer fit into his life. She was nothing. Barely a Princess now.
She was already growing bored, anxiously playing with the laced sleeves of her dress and hoping for the misery to end. She wanted to leave so she could change and begin her lessons again with Leofric. And thankfully her prayers were soon answered. The bells started to ring. Letting her know that her brother was officially a King now. Alfred the great. The halls started to empty and before Avery could leave, she watched her dearest Aethelflaed interacting with Uhtred, and she felt her heart sink. So, she quickly crossed the hall and moved between them both, kneeling down before her niece.
"Will you go and take some fresh water and food to your mother? I know she is resting." The young girl nodded and ran off and Avery finally stood before Uhtred again, turning to him with a questioning glare. "What was you doing with her?"
"She was asking to plait my hair, if you must know." His eyes rolled at the way she looked at him. With such distrust. "I would never hurt a child."
"Because you are a Dane with morals?" She chuckled softly at her question; she had heard such horrific things. Of what would happen to the woman and children of the villages which the Danes raided. "Or are you a Saxon without any morals?"
"I believe that is you. A whore wrapped up in a pretty dress." Uhtred moved closer now, to whisper into her ear so only she would hear. "Why don't you tell me Princess, how does it feel when he fucks you? Do you enjoy his hands on you?"
Her body tensed; she truly didn't know how to respond to him. Or explain why her body grew warm the closer he was to her. She shot him a glare, if she had a weapon in her hand right now, she would have made him regret his words. She pushed past him again, not caring how she may have winded him from the force as she left the hall finally. Leofric had been watching the whole interaction and she could see how tense he was. He was seconds away from killing Uhtred.
