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PROLOGUE - CRASH LANDING
Italiana unwrapped the arm from her waist, being carful not to wake the woman next to her. Pulling the sheet over her naked body she sat up on the mattress, and turned to look at the sleeping blonde. "Oh you were fun my dear girl," she brushed a curl out of the woman's face, a soft smile on her face before she moved about the room.
Finding her clothes she slipped the cream colored dress back up her body and onto her shoulders. Sneaking out the back door Italiana had to step over bodies of both men and women from the night before, all of whom were about to have painful headaches.
Not her though, after all she could fix it easily if needed, but she also rarely drank so much that she felt the pain. Her parents probably wished she was more of a lightweight, if only in the hopes that it would change her mind on her partying ways, not that anything ever would.
Italiana fixes her hair as she headed back towards the palace and to her bed chambers, which coincidentally weren't to far from her life long friend and fiancé, Loki. Marrying the second son of Odin didn't seem bad to either of them, they didn't hate the arrangement as they had made their own behind their parents backs.
Loki and herself could sleep with whoever they wanted just as long as they had produced the one child they would need. Whether that child was a boy or girl didn't matter to them, though Italiana prayed it was a boy just in case Thor could t produce his own heir.
The wedding was still far in the future as first Thor would have to be crowned, but before that she would need to get her act together. Her parents would always tell her that if she was to be a princess of Asgard someday she needed to learn how to act like one, and that would mean no more late night partying and definitely no more women.
Italiana had always hated her parents for trying to deny her sexuality, and hated her sister even more for telling them in the first place. Dellena was the golden child, always doing everything right and never acting out of line, and yet she hadn't been named Thor's betrothed. It angered her older sister and only made Dellena hate Italiana more since she was to marry into the Odin family.
She always liked rubbing it in her snobby sister's face, which was partly why Dellena had decided to tell their parents her biggest secret. It would be another perk that would come from marrying Loki, once the wedding was done and their marriage consummated she could sleep with as many women as she wanted. With that idea in mind it only made Italiana want the wedding to come faster.
Finally making it to her bedroom the young brunette didn't even bothering saying a word as she noticed her sister sitting in the corner. All Italiana did was wait for whatever comment Dellena was about to make, if she choose to speak at all sometimes she just pushed Italiana and then left without a single sound.
