The Elvish Princess

Chapter Two

The clang of Gallian Silver on Gallian Silver could be heard all throughout the halls of the castle in Arobyn. An almost dark air hung in the halls, a heavy feeling could be felt around every corner, and something was upsetting every Elf in this castle today.

Rhenir Dimaethoron kept his right arm behind his back, fighting only with his left. Beads of sweat poured from his forehead, though his face barely showed a strain, not even a heated flush in his cheeks. He didn't look sickly, far from it, there was just no evidence besides the sweat that he had been working for long. He was taller than average for an elf, like his father, and was taller than both his younger brother and sister along with their mother. His body was corded with muscle, as could be seen by his bare arms and chest one could only imagine what the rest of his figure looked like. Much like his father again Rhenir sported jet black hair, long and braided down his back. It was like on onyx waterfall, shining in the light and perfectly smooth. Though he shared many similarities with his father his eyes and skin he shared with his mother. His skin was just a shade darker than his fellow Elves, as his mother was a Southern Elf, it gave him more of a glow from the sun than of the moon. His eyes he also shared with the Southern Elves, they were green like a jade stone the pupils rimmed with a vibrant yellow making his gaze a captivating yet startling one.

"Rhen," a voice called from a shadowed corner near the door. The Elf Prince turned to face his young brother, Rallian, standing there his arms cross over his chest. The two could not be more different, appearance wise that is. Rallian had the pale skin of the High Elves of Arobyn, blue eyes like his father and a light shade of brown hair like that of birch trees. They were both corded with muscle, yet Rallian was several inches shorter than Rhenir.

"Brother, if anyone would guess I would say you are angry, no more like enraged, with the treaty Father has made," the younger Prince chuckled softly as he strode into the hall his brother was in. Rhenir now stood still, no longer fighting the young Elf boy he had been using as his fighting partner though he was really no match for the skilled warrior Prince.

"You wouldn't say," he stated with a steel edge to his voice, "I believe anyone would be angry if their father or King made them marry a weakling like a human."

"I for one would relish the opportunity. Can you imagine the power you will wield over her? In everyday matters such as what she would wear or who she should speak to, or even if she should speak at all. And just think, she would be my slave in bed," Rallian chuckled at the thought.

"Is that all you think of little brother, bedding and controlling women? You really should get a new hobby, for this is not one that a Dimaethoron, more over a Prince of Arobyn, should have," Rhen countered his brother, smirking at him. Rallian set his mouth into a line at the statement from his brother, a feeling of hatred passing through him like a flash of lightning before it was gone again. Turning on his heel Rallian followed him, taking a few long strides to catch up with Rhenir as they walked from the training hall towards the elder princes' quarters.

"That's not all I think of," Rallian said, stressing his words over the click of their shoes on the stone floors, "I think of many other things than that."

"Oh really? Like what? War and blood? How you wish to be king?" Rhenir chuckled glancing at Rallian from the corner of his eye. Rallian was red with rage, his blue eyes now gray like thunder clouds. The look on his face only made Rhenir laugh harder and Rallian stormed off, practically stomping, muttering to himself as he went.

Shaking his head, smiling softly and forgetting for a moment that he was to marry a human princess in a fortnight, he pushed open the large black oak and silver inlaid door to his quarters. He pulled the sweat soaked shirt from his body and flung it across the room. Pulling the thick black braid over his shoulder he untied the knot in the string that secured his braid and shook it loose.