Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Oh Wife of Mine

Jack took a deep breath, trying to let his disappointment and indignation fall away. He understood that this was what he had to do. He was the prince of his kingdom, the sole heir to the throne so naturally it was like he could go out and find just anyone to rule at his side. His father, the current King, was more that happy to find him a bride once he came of age. Jack had thought he would choose a woman from the small settlements around their land, choosing a duchess or princess from their same clan. But no, not his father. His father was known as a wonderful ruler and a strategist for peace. He had brought numerous allies from the southern clans and the eastern clans by his personality alone.

It was only natural that he would seek an alliance of peace through his son’s marriage as well.

Jack looked at his clothes, expensive cloths and silk hugged his frame finely. He wore the royal colors of his clan, midnight blue and silver. Each clan was separated by the their heritage. His was soon to be leader of the Northern clan, the children of the snow. Their people were blessed with fair skin and usually bright blue eyes. Their hair was always a variation of whites or silvers and a resistance to the cold. Some children like himself were born with abilities while others were not. It was all about genes and though his father was skipped, Jack inherited his powers from his grandfather.

“Son, you are ready, yes?” he heard from beyond the door. Jack sighed as he stood in the middle of his room.

“Is this really necessary?” Jack asked, less than enthusiastic about meeting the woman that he was supposedly supposed to marry in in a couple months.

The heavy door opened and the large man walked through. He was dressed in a midnight blue coated lined with black fur, a white shirt with a midnight blue waist coat and black pants and his usual boots. He smiled at Jack, his blue eyes shining with pride as he looked over the man he had come to raise. He clapped the boy on the shoulder.

“Yes, Jack, it is duty of royal family to strive for the safety of its people.” The thick Russian accent only seemed to make his words more poignant, “Even if it is not what we want at moment.” He gave the young man a reassuring smile, hoping that he understood.

Jack did understand but it didn’t mean he didn’t dread the idea of marrying a woman he would come to resent. What if he did love her and had to produce an heir in the future? God, that would be awful.

“Lets just get this over with.” He said with another sigh. He fixed his dark blue waist coat, not bothering buttoning up the white silk shirt he wore under his midnight blue jacket. His father chuckled and walked them to the door.

The palace of the Northern royalty was made of white marble, the tapestries were midnight blues and silvers of their colors. Each door way and pillar was decorated with carvings of their history, of ancestors, battles and heroes. They descended the right side of the double grand marble staircase to the main hall, a diamond and crystal chandler lit up the place with the help of the blue flame that light the silver candlesticks on the walls. It was a frost fire, it did not burn nor was it phased the cold; it simply stood as light.

The King and prince stood in the large hall and watched the massive double doors for their guests. Moments a servant pushed open the doors, walking ahead to the royal family. With a hand over his heart and one behind his back, the butler bowed.

“I present Princess Rapunzel of the Western Clan and her guardian Sir Aster Bunnymund of the Western Clan.”

The butler stepped to the side and allowed the two figures to step past the doorway. Jacks eyes widened. He was not sure what to be more surprised about. That her guardian was an armed ancestral guardian of spring, a legend within himself or the princess herself. He looked over the girl as the large rabbit spirit pushed her toward him since it seemed she was more interested in looking at the ground.