🗡️ A powerful King Stark rules over the land of Jarvonia, but without a son as an heir, his enemies are vying for his throne.
That is until he realises his true power may lie in his fierce and stubborn daughter, and whom he can wed her to...🗡️
So...
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The ride back to the Stark Castle had been subdued to say the least.
The only one who bothered to make conversation was Prince Rogers, whom was slightly oblivious to the obvious tension between the three others.
Either that, or he chose to ignore it, remaining optimistic and kind as always.
Upon their return, the King had bounded over, greeting the three Princes with barely a look towards Loretta. She was glad. She could not meet anyone's eye after what happened last night. And now, she had a witness.
She did note however her Father looked exhausted. As if he had not slept for days.
She was unsure what happened next. All she knew was she still had to figure out who her next husband would be. And quick.
The turmoil inside of her was like an apple with a rotten core. It was eating her up from the inside out, threatening to spill over.
She thought there might be consequences for not only her indiscretions last night, but that she had actually hit Prince Loki when he confronted her about them. And how she had rejected his advances too.
Gods, that had been the hardest thing she had done. Her body was practically screaming for more. Unsatisfied and highly alert.
When the sky started becoming more dusky, and the weariness of the travel had worn from their bones, Loretta was informed by Quill that a certain blond-haired Prince was awaiting her presence.
She smiled a little in relief at the thought of spending time alone with Prince Rogers again. He was less intense than the other two, more compassionate and forgiving. It would be an easier ordeal indeed.
Whilst the King was in more meetings and the other two Princes amused themself in the castle, Loretta joined Prince Rogers out near the stables.
The King never ventured out here. Another example of avoiding wherever he knew the Princess favoured.
As Quill retreated back into the gates with a knowing look towards the two at their hushed rendez-vous, Loretta felt herself smiling at his gaze.
He had shrugged off his furs and armour, leaving himself in a white shirt, rolled up to his elbows. His veiny and muscular arms protruded out from underneath the loose fabric, his hair pushed off his face as he forwent his crown.
"Princess." He greeted, bowing his head slightly.
She smiled, doing the same.
"Prince Steven. It is nice to have some time alone with you. I hope you feel the same." She mumbled, suddenly unsure of herself as she wondered what he would think to her weak-willed nature from less than a day ago.
