Northern Highland Realms
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  • Reads 2,380
  • Votes 349
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 44m
Ongoing, First published Mar 01, 2022
What do you say when you are informed you are to be married when they pull you to the altar? 

What do you say when the trip you and your family had taken to the neighbouring fair folk realm for 'peace talks', had been in fact your very own wedding that you had not been told of? 

What do you say when you stare at the seventh prince to the Northern Highland realms that is home to the fair folk, as you both stand before a priest waiting for you to say something, anything?
 
What do you say with the weight of human and fair folk eyes weighing down on your shoulders as you try to breathe through the panic you feel is crushing you? 

What do you say at everything shoving down at you because peace between the lands hang in the balance and all that can tip it is your words?

Me?

I said I do.
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