Descendants

"I'm not going to fall for it," Eyvor kept her eyes narrowed at the sun kissed heir before her.

"It's a shame, it seems i've already fallen for you," Kaedmos winked, "I'll easily melt your Ice cold interior."

"Soon I'll break out of here, and your smug head will be severed from your neck. Then I'll use it as a trophy like you're using me."

"I have no intention as using you as a trophy princess-"

"I'm not a princess,"

"I could make you one-"

Eyvor interrupts Kaedmos again but he says nothing of it. He was beyond compelled to sit and listen to the girl speak as he's completely enchanted by her.

"I am Eyvor Eriksdottir, the daughter of Erik Thorinson, Chieftain of Thorkivik. For taking me captive and using me as a hostage you will pay you sun slapped fool."

"Sun slapped fool, that's a good one." Kaedmos chuckles, his admiration for the girl swelling by the second.

"Why do you persist to take everything as a joke? You're meant to be royalty." Eyvor's anger expands at a faster rate than Kaedmos' admiration.

"Life's just more fun that way princess." The young royal shrugged, taking a seat.

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After years of an ancestral war dating back to the ages of where gods walked the land, can Kaedmos and Eyvor conquer their differences and find a middle ground between their warring nations and maybe even find love along the way...