August 3, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Lady Odeya Katarina Black
Excitement spread through the staff in Stormhold and they all couldn't wait to see the new arrivals. Different rumours had begun spreading about the Prince and Princess of Shiv'ra.
Some said they had black skin, someone said they were like giants and those with little imagination waited patienly to see them in the corridors leading to the Great Hall.
Princess Alyn and Odeya fed on the hum of energy and put extra time into getting ready. Odeya already knew what the Prince looked like and a smile came to her face at his charming ways.
'Khalid', she remembered.
Princess Alyn had been so jealous when she heard that she had seen him first but she soon let go of her jealousy when Odeya asked her to help her look nice. The Princess had squealed with delight and produced a red number that she claimed her look like an undead Princess. She lent her a silver necklace and combed out her long wavy black hair then put it up in a top knot and pulled some strands out to frame her long face.
"I should be helping you get ready not the other way around, Alyn." She reminded the Princess.
"And you have done your job. I just need to make sure that Khalid won't be able to take his eyes off of you." She said doing a twirl in her dark pink number. She had made the Princess wear her hair down for breakfast but she added two braids that she wrapped around her circlet.
"He is to be wed soon remember?"
"So? He can still like you. They won't be married till their coronation."
"I don't want to cause any trouble." She told the over eager Princess.
"From what I can remember of Prince Khalid, he is very responsible. Don't worry I'm sure his feelings are purely platonic."
"Who mentioned anything about his feelings?" She asked.
"I'm just saying."
"We are going to be late if I let you have your way." She said as she stood.
She dragged the Princess' soft hand and they ran together to the Great Hall, laughing as they startled maids in the hallway. They slowed down as they approached the hall and stopped outside the doors to catch their breaths.
The sentries outside the door opened and they walked in, with their heads high, spines straight and smiles on their faces.
As she had expected, food was already being served at the lower tables and people stared at them with looks of admiration and not disaproval. They curtsied and went to take their seats, she at the lower tables and Alyn on the tables made for nobility.
She looked at the table and spotted Prince Nicolas discussing with Prince Khalid. There was a lady beside him and she looked beautiful with slick black hair and the same coppery skin that he had. She was quiet and had very calculating eyes that watched everyone in the room.
When Alyn sat beside their mother, he lifted his head and looked for her in the throng of people. He finally spotted her and stared but when he saw her offer a smile to Prince Khalid, he looked away in anger.
She shook it off and thanked the servant that placed her breakfast plate in front of her. It was loaded with sausages, sweet cinnamon buns, soft cheese and some fruit. She ate and was actually enjoying her breakfast when a thought crossed her mind.
She hadn't seen the red headed Lady Emelne at all. She looked at the higher tables and saw her looking very morose beside her lord father, a terribly great distance from Prince Nicolas.
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A Kings Surrender
Historical Fiction"Oh really. I'd say you really enjoyed my visit." He said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He walked closer to her until she had to use her hand to stop him from crushing her against the wall. He bent his head and nipped a small line from her n...
