Crown Princess Hanna Maeland, a whirlwind of fourteen-year-old optimism, stared out at the frosted peaks of Alta. Prince Lucifer's Frost Plague, a creeping curse of icy cruelty, threatened to engulf her adoptive kingdom, and with it, the other six Norse realms. The weight of seven kingdoms rested on her slender shoulders, a weight she carried with surprising grace. Her sister, Aliza, Crown Princess of Gehenna, sought refuge in Alta, her own past shrouded in dangerous secrets that could unravel everything. Their enrollment at Krauxorth Academy, a prestigious magic school, offered a glimmer of hope - a place to hone their skills against the encroaching darkness.
Aliza, haunted by whispers of a betrayal that could ignite a war between the kingdoms, clung to Hanna's unwavering spirit. The sisters, despite their vastly different backgrounds, found solace in their shared destiny. Hanna, fueled by her innate kindness and courage, knew she couldn't rely solely on magic. She needed to understand Lucifer's motivations to find the weakness in his icy grip. The ancient runes whispered of a hidden sanctuary, a place where the plague's source might be stopped, but the path was fraught with peril, guarded by creatures born of frost and shadow.
Hanna, guided by her enchanted brooch and compass, and her fylgia, a spirited canary named Marigold, knew the journey would be perilous.
Armed with her wit, her burgeoning magical abilities, and the unwavering support of Aliza, Hanna embarked on her perilous journey. The path led her through treacherous ice canyons and haunted forests, testing her courage at every turn. The fate of Alta, and indeed the seven Norse kingdoms, hung precariously in the balance, yet Hanna, the ever-optimistic princess, pressed onward, her heart filled with hope and a fierce determination to banish the Frost Plague and secure a future bathed in the warmth of sunlight and sisterly love.
꧁❀~☞ •°:༺🎀༻ 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚 ༺🎀༻:°• ☜~❀꧂
Ⓣⓗⓔⓘⓡ ⓛⓘⓣⓣⓛⓔ
ⓟⓡⓘⓝⓒⓔⓢⓢ
❖
He was staring at her, and she looked back at him with her big doe eyes, Tears welled up in her beautiful hazel eyes
Without any hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug
"Calm down, Princess see? Your Papa is alright," he said, softly stroking her hair
"N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between hiccups
She hugged him tightly, like if she let go, he would disappear
❖
She looked at them....confused, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome
"Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said, her lips forming into a pout
"How do you know if he's God's favorite or not?" his son asked, half-teasing
"Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when God is happy with someone, He gives them a baby....If He's really happy, he gives one more, and God is very happy with Mr. Handsome...That's why God gave him seven babies... that's why Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said innocently
They all looked at her...and then at her Mr. Handsome...
And burst into laughter...
❖
He is her Mr. Handsome🕊
-her saviour
-her protector
-and her home.
𓆩♡𓆪
She is his daughter🦋
-his jaan
-his angel
-and his life.
✤❀✤
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪
𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤
⚠️DO NOT COPY MY WORK ⚠️