🗡️ 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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James paced his room endlessly that night.
He needed to make a fucking decision. Either one went against his morals, either one ending up hurting people he cared about.
He wondered why life had never been simple for him, why he seemed to attract darkness into it. It's like every time he was getting his head above water again, an icy current would drag him back under.
And as much as he hated to admit it to himself, his feelings for the princess were becoming very real.
He had never come into this expecting to actually feel something. He had done it out of duty for his family.
He knew he was running out of time, and fast. He needed to commit one way or another.
When he closed his eyes he could still see the way her face scrunched in pleasure, the way her body had responded to him like no one else's had before.
He decided to leave his quarters. He was beginning to feel claustrophobic.
It was late now, the evening had drifted into night. He knew Loretta had stayed with Steve most of the day once they had returned. Perhaps she deserved him. He was a better man than him after all.
As he quietly closed his door behind him, nodding to a guard that stood nearby on duty, he began to wander aimlessly down the halls.
He halted however, when he heard a familiar voice.
"I know I must make a decision. But I cannot do anything without Wanda."
Her voice. The princess. She sounded like she was crying.
He pressed his back against the wall, not wanting to encroach on a private moment. He briefly wondered who she was talking to, until a second voice rang out, answering him.
"I know Pet, we will continue to look for her. I know how much she means to you."
Laufeyson.
His blood boiled. It should be him comforting her. But how could he comfort her when he was the very cause of her distress? His insides twisted.
She sniffed hard, a sound that broke his damn heart.
"I know. I fear she is dead Loki. She is powerful. She would have found her way back by now if something terrible had not befallen her."
