Adalia dragged her dress along with her as they got off the carriage. She grunted and groaned, announcing how uncomfortable she was, with each step she took. The dress was tight around her. The corset was something her mother insisted on, no doubted because she didn’t want to risk her daughter’s wings piercing through the silk dress and her flying away back to the South. She stepped on the red carpet, and as she did her glass slipper peeked out from underneath her dress. She groaned wishing that she could have had boots on instead. She followed the long train of her mother’s dress as her brother stepped beside her.
“How are you feeling?” There was a smile in his eyes but it was offset by the worried look looming behind it.“I’m fine,” she was to an extent. But she wasn’t going to show her brother how disturbed she was. Usually she looked up and straight ahead just like every warrior she knew. But now she was staring at the jewels lining the long train of her mother’s dress. She didn’t want to look up because she didn’t want anyone to see how nervous she was, or how weak she felt. A few more steps and she would be face to face with her future husband.Adalia curtsied just when her mother did. Slowly she raised her head and there he was. His hair was golden blonde just like his father’s. He had a stiff jaw, but his hazel eyes had a kindness to them and a silver lightning that drew her in. His left hand rested on his sword and his right seemed to be aching for something else. An arrow, she thought. He was a warrior, she had no doubt about that, but could he beat her? His wide shoulders and towering height told her he could. But his posture and the smile on his face told her he was kind enough to let her win.At least I would be married to a kind warrior, she thought. Just like her father. Adalia was going to give this a chance. But at the back of her mind she was still praying that they would choose to marry Randi and the prince’s sister instead. It wasn’t a totally horrible idea, but it was selfish nonetheless.***Archer could feel his wings tingle nervously under his skin. He wanted to see her, just to see how beautiful she was. He could only see the top of her head since she had been doing a good job at concealing herself behind her mother. Her beautiful mother. Archer was pleased to see that the tales were true, but to him his mother was still the most beautiful woman in both kingdoms.When Queen Liora stood next to his mother, she paved way for him to get a full view of Adalia. The first thing he saw was her jet black hair, just like her mother’s. A good sign. The next thing he saw was her pale skin, as white as snow and as spotless as a white lamb. He held his breath as she slowly raised her head. Her red lips were the first thing that caught his eyes. Her eyes were as black as her hair and her jaw, stubborn, but that did not disturb the flawless beauty of her face. To him she was magical, and if he had been vain he would have married her for her looks alone. But he knew there were other layers to her, and he was eager to explore them all.Archer took a step forward, he acknowledged Randi before passing him off to an eager Novia, and then stood a meter away from Adalia. He bowed in respect to her title and she did to his.“Your highness it is an honor to meet you,” he gingerly took her hand in his and laid a feathery kiss on her smooth skin. And as he did, he tried to get her to look him in the eyes. That’s when you know- his father had said to him once- when your eyes lock that’s when you know. He wanted to know, he was desperate to know. More than anything he wanted to fall in love with Adalia marry for love and make her happy. But the icy distance in her eyes froze him. There was nothing between them, no warmth or spark just an icy barrier.***“It’s an honor to meet you too,” Adalia tried her best not to show any interest in him. She didn’t want to leave the South Kingdom, and the prince rejecting her was her guarantee. She pulled her hand out of his, and waited for him to lead the way.They walked into the palace, the bright different whites adorning the palace were a huge contrast to the bold red and black that draped hers. She couldn’t imagine herself in Novia’s clear, crisp white satin; it would take her only a second to soil it. Adalia needed bold dark colors that could hide the mess she would eventually get herself into.Just as she thought about the dress she felt her scabbard slide. It was getting loose. She caught it at her waist where she tied it and held it in place. She would have to hold it like that until she could get a minute of privacy to herself. She quickly moved to her father’s side getting away from the handsome prince.***As she moved away from him, Archer spotted a golden metal peeking from under her dress. He laughed when he realized what it was. He saw her struggle to hold it at her waist. She was trouble. Part of him wanted to wait and see how long she would carry this on for, but the gentleman in him had to come to her aid. He moved to her side and gently held on to her elbow. He could feel her resist but with a gentle tug, and with everyone staring at them, he was able to convince her. He pulled her into one of the long hallways.***Once they were alone Adalia pulled her arm away. She turned to face him with a force that sent her dress flying into the air. An insult lingered on her tongue but before she could say anything he spoke.“I think you may want to secure your blade in here,” he pointed to one of the private powder rooms.Adalia went red when she saw the smug smile curling at the edge of his lips. But she appreciated the fact that he had just saved her from embarrassment. Her flush deepened. “Thank you,” she said then hurried away.Adalia thought of just taking the scabbard off and leaving the sword in the powder room, but she couldn’t. She would much rather walk out without her dress than her sword. She fastened it as tight as she could, tighter than the corset that bound her body upright, and then walked out. Archer was still out there, he was leaning against the wall lost in thought. She stood there for a while, but he was too deep in his mind to notice that she was already out. So she waited.“She is beautiful,” he muttered to himself.“Who is?” Adalia asked “You are,” he said honestly. “Shall we go?” the tone in his voice was direct and emotionless.Adalia was confused. He gave her a complement then sounded like he didn’t like it. She picked up her skirt and shuffled back to the reception room. Everyone was still there. Randi and Novia had managed to find a quiet space of their own to whisper to each other, the younger children from both sides of the family had found each other and were happily playing. It was just her and Archer who hadn’t found this common space with each other.***
Archer was thinking about everything. Having the royals from the South here made everything real, the rebels, the fear of an attack on the kingdom, the security of his people and the fact that he would have to marry Adalia.Archer saw his father gesture towards him and Doran, and then Gabrielle to his son and his general and he knew it was time for the meeting. By the end of it, he would know if he was to be wed or not.***Adalia watched as the older men quietly moved out of the room and their mother’s called to both Novia and her towards the baby. She moved towards the crib but her eyes were still on the six men vacating the room. She wanted to be there with them, strategizing, not here staring at the drooling but adorable baby. She was more interested in matters of the sword and not that of a rattle.“I’m just going to take a walk,” she lied and walked towards the large window. When she was sure none was watching she sneaked into the strategy room.“We need to attack before they do,” she heard Conan bellow. He was always interested in the offence more than he was the defense.“No, we cannot risk escalating the situation more than it already is,” that was her father the voice of reason.“I agree,” she heard Lionell say.“Why don’t we think of a diplomatic way,” that was Archer’s voice. “Meet with them, find out what they want, and then act accordingly.”Beauty and brains, Adalia was impressed.Archer saw the door crack open. He saw Adalia’s dark hair hanging over her dress. He wanted to laugh but stopped he didn’t want anything to draw attention to Adalia. But it seemed someone else had spotted her.“Don’t be a sneak, come in. You are already half way in anyway,” Gabrielle said his head lowered his eyes still on the plans.Lionell and Doran looked up, but the others already knew who it was so they didn’t move.“We need to guard this place,” Gabrielle drew everyone’s attention back to the map as her drew around the thick forest dividing both kingdoms. “They will not be able to attack both sides.”“I will take charge of that,” Conan said.“I’ll help,” Adalia who was already at her father’s side and hovering over the map said. She pulled her hair back into a knot when it kept on falling in front of her, blocking her eye view to the map.“N
Adalia could feel his gaze on her and it made her itch all over. “I learned from the best,” she said as made her rounds around the wounded men. “They must have known we were coming here, why else would they attack.”“They wanted to get rid of all of us at the same time,” he never thought about that. Now the wheels in his mind were turning. They had been targeted and no doubt there was a leak within the palace, no one else knew of the visit but the royal family, the royal guards and the advisers.“The reinforcements are here,” Adalia heard Conan tell her father.“Who brought them?”“Xander.”“Xander,” Adalia’s tone rose when she said his name. Just then she saw, what she thought was, a hint of jealous in Archer eyes. Xander was Adalia’s childhood friend. They played together and trained together. He was the first warrior that she had ever beaten and the first
Archer was waiting how this would play out and where Adalia’s boldness would lead them. But the look in her eyes told him that she expected him to back her up but what exactly was he supposed to say. He had never before challenged his father’s authority. Lionell was King and Archer did everything that was asked for him. But Adalia had now presented him with the opportunity to speak his mind and he decided not to waste it.“We talked about it,” he began the tone in his voice not supporting the rebellion. He cleared his throat and started over. “Adalia and I have talked about this. We accept the marriage but we felt that it would be better if we took the oaths once we got to know each other better.”“Yes,” she jumped in. “We don’t want to regurgitate everyone else’s vows. This is too important not to enter into it seriously. We want to make our vows our own and the best way of doing that would be getting to kn
“What’s so funny?” Xander had been listening to the back and forth banter Archer and Adalia had been having. He especially like the part when Adalia was angry but when they started laughing he knew he had to do something.Xander’s father had once been the pride and glory of the South Kingdom. He had fought alongside Gabrielle’s father for many years. His father had a wife and a couple of mistresses and he was a product of the mistresses. He wasn’t acknowledged by his father’s family but his prowess and industrious nature had made him his father’s favorite. The first time he was brought to the palace was when Gabrielle’s father had fallen ill and was slowly dying. He met a little girl in the garden, dressed in amour with a sword that belonged to the king in her hand, she was crying. Xander picked up a stick and began a sword game with the little girl and ever since they were best of friends.When his father died Adalia w
“Novia, what is this?” Archer went to his little sister’s side, and for the first time that night feeling a sense of animosity for a man other than Xander. Novia was his little sister. It wasn’t as if he thought she would never marry. But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t his little jewel. He had vowed to protect her, ever since he had seen her tiny button nose and Rose bud lips, for the first time.“I want to marry him Archer,” she chirped.He gently took her arm and dragged her to the side. He lifted his head and saw Gabrielle and his father in a corner whispering to each other. A chill ran through his veins, the two premiers were actually considering it.“You are only seventeen Novia,” he stroked her rosy cheeks and tucked a stray strand of platinum blonde hair behind her ear. “You are still a baby.”“I am not,” she blew air into her cheeks and pouted her lip confirming her brot
Adalia crept out of the room assigned to her and her sisters. She was looking for Xander and had no doubt she would find him on one of the balconies. He loved to train in the cold night air. It kept him aware, he usually said. Just as she had expected the guards were roaming around the castle doing their rounds. They seemed to have doubled in number after the attack. She didn’t think that anyone of them would stop her, but in the event that they did, she needed a cover story.“It’s hot and I needed to cool down,” she mumbled to herself, holding her gown tight to her waist so that it wouldn’t make that annoying swishing sound. “I can’t sleep and it’s a beautiful night. It’s the perfect time to go star gazing?” She wasn’t too sure about her options but she decided that if she had to she would pull rank. With a condescending arrogant tone she said. “Because I said so,”***“What do you sa
Dear World,I’ve lost her.Actually I haven’t. She wasn’t mine in the first place.When I saw her creep out of her room, I thought it was a good opportunity for us to talk again. Our last conversation was short but filled with laughter.But no, I found her with Xander. They looked happy. She sounded happy.When I heard him make his vows to her, I wished I was in his place. And when she said yes to his marriage proposal, my heart sank. For the first time in my life, I the future king of the North wanted to be a knight. I wanted to be Xander, touching her skin and feeling her lips on mine. I envy him and because of that part of me despises him.I don’t know what I feel for Adalia and I don’t understand it.I just don’t.Archer***Adalia got up at the crack of dawn. Quickly she got dressed and hurried to the balcony she was on the previous night. She was expecting Xander to be there, training a
Xander wondered what Archer’s game was. To be kind to Adalia and get her to fall for him, or to act like her martyr by taking the blame. He had to find out. He spent the rest of the day at Gabrielle’s side. He went into tactical meetings in which Adalia and Archer were also present. He paid attention to the looks she shot him and the cold glances he gave her. To Xander, Archer seemed to have given up the cause but he hadn’t old Gabrielle or his father what had taken place that morning.Once the meeting was over, Archer decided that this was his chance. He wanted to say what he had to say in front of Xander and Adalia, just to show them that he was keeping his word. Once both queens walked in, he called to their attention. “Your highnesses, Princess Adalia and I have something to share with you and I am afraid it isn’t good news.”“What is it?” Ilana instinctively stood beside her son.“I cannot marry Adalia,”