Society of Realms

Chapter 1

Chapter 1-

Meda’yalia

The morning sun spilled in like a river of golden yellow. It’s glow lighting up the dining hall like a chandelier full of golden crystals. The glow was warm and bright, having no match for the icy silver stare I received from my father after I made my feelings clear towards the newest suitor to be paraded as my future husband. I had no admiration for the Ry’ Kyn nobility. They were all after one thing, the crown that would sit upon my head. Sounds quite romantic; a princess is to be married, but the man wants the crown alone, man has it for a while, but the princess comes back leading an army to retake her throne. Although the union between two Ry’ Kyn is very strong and is impossible to break, so no matter who I marry I will be bound for eternity.

“He is a noble,” Trak’Nia looked at me from his chair at the head of the table.

“I care not what he is,” I huffed, “I care of who he is. Which is an arrogant power hungry noble who sees not me, but the crown I can give them. Like all the other nobles in this forsaken Society.”

My father’s eyes narrowed, “ Meda’yalia, you will not take that tone with me. I am your king before I am your father.”

I shook my head, “Yes, you are my king. And as my king did you not tell me that a king’s word is a sacred as Na’ya?”

He went to shout again, but my mother intervened, “Meddy, your father knows that his reign is soon to end, and he just wants you to be in a secure marriage.”

“I know, MaMa. I just want my freedom to chose.”

For the rest of breakfast it was silent. No one said a word, the only sound was cutlery against the dishes. The servants flittered through the hall, finding the littlest things to clean, as tonight would be my 18th birthday ball, which is one reason my father is in such a hurry for me to wed, but I wish not to marry a power-hungry noble who just wants the throne where my father sits.

    I sighed, “Father, if it would make you happy, I will think more on this matter, and give you an answer in a few days.”

    “A very diplomatic answer, May’Shawhahn,” The laughter in my father’s was clear, “But you and I both know you’re head will be stuck in the clouds.”

    My mother laughter was like a peal of bells, “And where is it she receives such an adventurous spirit?”

    My father grinned, “Her mother.”

    I laughed, “Fa’kura, may I be excused before Na’ya brings forth the unsacred wrath of Ma’kura?”

    My mother smiled, “That would be best, May’Shawhahn.”

    I rose, only to drop into a curtsy, “Mai Naw’yah.”

I smiled as I left the dining hall. I am too much like my father, and he knew it. However our likeness stops when it comes to looks. My mother and I were mirrors, the same chocolate, wavy brown hair, heart shaped face, and almond shaped eyes, the only feature I got from my father is his icy, silver eyes that commanded the attention of everyone. Unlike my mother who was the prime example of an Ry' Kyn lady, I was more adventurous like my father who had always been very hard to carroll, always trying to run from the palace. It wasn’t until he met my mother, and instantly smitten by her beauty, in truth all Ry'kyn are beautiful and graceful, but she had a soul to match. So pure was her soul, that Na’ya had known she could quench the flame of adventure my father held. She gave him purpose. It wasn’t until I was born that the flame had truly died. I was his Meda’yalia. Wherever my father went, I wasn’t far behind. I would watch him fight in the barracks, and rode with him on hunts. Once I turned seven, I picked up my first sword, the hilt had felt right and the first few swings felt strong. Once my twelfth birthday passed, I had been able to best some of my father’s finest generals.