Hayward Alekzander brought his horse to a stop as they crested the last small rise before the official border with the Elven kingdom of Treiaul. The youngest son of King Domaric of Aasleagh and second-youngest child, he was fourth in line for the throne; unless disaster struck, he was unlikely to get much of anything when his father passed. His choices to secure a future was the clergy or the army, and that hadn't been a difficult decision. Now in his mid-twenties, he was a fearsome warrior, standing a shade over six feet and two hundred pounds. He wasn't the traditional brick wall of a soldier, but built for speed as much as strength. He had limited usefulness to his father, but apparently dignitary was a role he could play.
He was not a man of soft features; rather, a strong brow and jaw with high cheekbones, together with hair on the border between dark brown and black. It was clear where his ancestry originated. His complexion wasn't as tanned as that of the other soldiers, but he was still clearly a desert creature. Rather than the usually deep brown eyes of his people and family line, however, his were a vibrant emerald green. They narrowed for a moment as he looked ahead to the bridge that signified the border crossing. On the other side was a small welcoming party that he assumed would simply escort them to the next major city, or perhaps all the way to the Elven capitol.
"Master Dantares," the Prince said, glancing to his side at the older man whose dark hair was streaked with silver. "Looks like they're expecting us." He slowly raised his eyes from the river crossing to the mountains beyond, covered in thick forests. He had never officially visited the Elven lands, though he had discreetly crossed the border a handful of times while scouting. The dense woodland felt at once welcoming—plenty of places to hide—and alien. His home was one of grasslands and deserts, with the occasional oasis providing a burst of green against the sandy backdrop. As he surveyed the road ahead, he wondered how well their horses would take to the steeper ground.
"They'd better be. They invited us, after all," the old man replied. Edmund Dantares was some thirty years older than the Prince and had become his tutor and guardian shortly after the young prince was born. He'd gone from a man Hayward looked up to, to one he could meet eye to eye, both literally and figuratively. They'd developed a relationship that felt that felt far more parental than Hayward's toward the king and queen. "Last chance to change your mind," Dantares remarked, chuckling.
"Bah! I've always wanted to see Treiaul, I don't care what my mother says. Everything I've heard suggests that it is beautiful." There was a slightly darker twinkle in Hayward's eye as he spurred the horse onward, and the rest of his entourage followed down the hill, toward the elves. Dantares simply shook his head; he couldn't stop the Prince from riding into a trap, but he could at least be there to ensure that he survived.
Behind them were another half-dozen men on horseback. The only other picked by Hayward to accompany him was Deker Ambrogio, the Prince's best friend, who had begged to come along. He was a fairly typical tall, dark, and handsome type, but matched with a certain self-aware goofiness. Though he lacked Hayward's martial prowess and quick wit, Deker made up for it by appearing more earnest and innocent than was necessarily the case. You knew when Hayward was up to something; Deker surprised you with the realization.
The sun was still low in the sky, having risen at most an hour before. This was deliberate; the Prince's party had made camp near the border crossing and set up early the prior evening so that they could avoid stopping in the Elves' land; unless something stopped them, they would reach the Elven capitol in time for dinner.
On the horizon, atop pure white horses, the five person welcoming party had ridden to meet the prince. They had thought it best to meet them and guide them the rest of the way. For someone unfamiliar with the territory, some paths seemed obscured. In fact, several of the forest trails were intentionally difficult to locate to keep unwanted visitors out. The veil of Ivy and moss could easily be lifted to reveal a worn down pattern in the undergrowth where many horses' hooves had beaten it down over the years. Without some help, however, they might wander aimlessly.
Leading the pack was Elissiana Sylvari, first princess of Treiaul. Her parents had tasked her, along with several guardsmen, to meet the men on their way into the city. Moon-white skin and silken gold hair were in stark contrast to the visitors arriving that day. Elissiana was the eldest of four children born to King Cyrus and Queen Ariadne Sylvari. Her siblings were not far behind her in age: Khol, her brother, was 18, Aeris, her sister, was 17, and the twins Amelie and Adrian were 12. Elissiana herself was nearly twenty.
"Good day," she called out to the men in a shared tongue. Though each had their own languages and dialects, there was a mostly shared vernacular for both.
Price Hayward caught sight of the elves shortly before they were close enough to speak. He nodded toward the princess and looked at Dantares. "That one. Elissi-something, right?"
"Princess Elissiana Sylvari," the older man corrected him. "Assuming they sent the oldest. Otherwise it might be Aeris. But I wouldn't expect that."
"Great. Any chance I call her Princess Sylvari and get away with it?"
"It wouldn't be normal, but I don't suppose they would be too offended," Dantares answered with a laugh. "They might see it as impolite, but perhaps no worse than getting her name wrong. Just call her Elissiana and apologize if you're wrong."
"Fine, fine," the prince replied, smiling. He looked over at the elves as they approached. White skin, white horses. Does the sun not shine up in the mountains, or does it simply not bother them? His gaze met the princess's as she spoke.
"Good day," he replied. "Princess Elassiana Sylvari, I presume?"
Nope, got it wrong. Nicely done.
"I am Prince Hayward Alekzander. I should thank you for your house's gracious invitation to visit." He smiled politely and waited to see how badly he had screwed up. Beside him, Dantares was doing his best to look put together and not at all worried. It mostly worked.
"El-ih-sianna," she responded, trying not to sound too out off by his mispronunciation. "My parents sent my companions and I to greet you this day and help you find your way back to the palace. Unfamiliar travelers can become lost in these woods," she said, turning the horse back toward the way they had come, but not before she studied him for a moment. Her ice-blue eyes focused on the man, and at once she felt something... odd. Perhaps it was only that he was a foreigner, and their people shared a great deal of prejudice regarding the neighboring race. Yes. That's all it is. She tried to convince herself.
"Pay no mind to the men with me. They are guards for both your safety and mine. Though bandits are rare, wild animals are not, and should they come at the horses, it would be a treacherous journey to make on foot..." she explained, nodding to the four men who looked like carbon copies of one another: all in light chain mail armor with with white blonde hair and pale green eyes. They even all had the same point to their nose that seemed to curl up at the tip like their ears. They were a strange sight to the humans but common fair to the Elves—the plainest of soldiers.
Elissiana, however, wore a hunter green tunic slit up to her hips with golden embroidery that sparkled in the now midday sun, and matching leggings with leather boots underneath. The outfit was more for utility than fashion, giving her more room and ease to maneuver. However, it still was quite a striking against her pale skin, and it denoted well her royal bloodline. Her long blonde hair sat in a ponytail atop her head, yet still reached down to her waist.
Though considered a beauty among her people, it was not just her beauty that was known. She was an anomaly of a princess, quite tough, and unlike her sisters, she enjoyed hunting as much as dancing and could protect herself. She was a straightforward person with a task to do and minced no words and wasted no time leading the men back on their five-hour journey.
No formalities, just a 'hello' and we're on our way. That's... kinda nice.
The young prince smiled faintly, thinking about the pointless pomp that would have surrounded such an event at home. There would have been greetings and introductions and pronouncements and maybe even music before they started moving again.
There was an interesting contrast between the elves and their human counterparts. His men wouldn't dream of wearing chain mail while riding in the desert. The weight and particularly the extra warmth would be brutal. The prince's guards were armed with sword and shield and bow, but not armored. Rather than the bright colors of the princess's garb, they all wore white or pale gray with a few scarlet ribbons of the Alekzander family.
Darker skin and lighter clothes, lighter skin and darker clothes... Hayward thought. The sun, it seemed, had opposite effects on each.
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Hayward looked up at the mountains rising before them and realized that they had packed little in the way of warm clothes—in part because they hardly owned anything of the sort. One more thing for the men to complain about. "I must say, I'm a little envious," he said, pulling alongside the princess, "to only have to worry about wild animals rather than bandits and thieves. The desert isn't kind to such beasts, anything big enough to be a danger will struggle to find enough food." Like the other men, he wore a pale white tunic and hat along with grey pants, all loosely fitting. Somewhere underneath was a muscular soldier, but it hid him well from the sun and anything else that wanted to see him. Hayward looked over at the princess again, smiling to himself. At least she's pretty. That'll make this more pleasant. "If you encountered some of these beasts, you might be less so," she told him, though she doubted he'd ever seen anything of the sort. The lush forests and mountains were an
Hayward thanked her and shut the door behind her as she left. Then he turned and looked over the room. It was nice, possibly nicer than his own back home. He took a slow breath and licked his lips. The place even smelled nice. Ok, idiot. Focus. Foreign castle, upcoming dinner. Get cleaned up. He set to work, stripping out of his dirty traveling clothes and drawing a bath. Out of habit, he stopped when the water was only a couple of inches deep. Wait. They have plenty of water here, don't they? He looked closely at the sides of the tub for any indication and quickly found the faint deposits of soap he wanted. Usually filled up. Oh, this will be heavenly. It had been years since the young prince had enjoyed a full bathtub. He sat in the tub and waited for the water to rise around him. While he savored its soothing power, his mind churned. Ok. I'm here. In Treiaul. They appear happy to have me. Possibly too happy. I think her mother is going to try to get us paired up. Can't read the
As soon as they were safely out of the door, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods that's over... I'm not sure I could've stomached it if Papa had decided we needed a toast for every course, like the time the visitors from Gaf arrived. And I know my mother wanted me to give you the tour TONIGHT, but what does it matter if it's in the morning? You're tired. Let the poor man rest!"Elissa, too, was tired. She had ridden to meet them and escorted them back. Then she had to be laced into this damned dress. One day she would give her mother a piece of her mind about the way she paraded her around like she was the true dessert on the menu. But that night was not tonight. Tonight, she just had to lead the prince to his room, make sure he was comfortable, and then she could get the damned dress OFF.Hayward wasn't quite o
The rest of the Aasleaghans eventually made their way to bed, though some of them needed more help than others. Hayward, meanwhile, slept soundly, at least until the first light of dawn started peeking through his window. He slowly, lethargically, dragged himself out of bed and walked over to the window. Without really thinking, he stripped off his shirt and then spread his arms, basking in the morning sun. Living and growing up in the desert, one learned to appreciate its warmth, even if one spent the rest of the day hiding from it. The prince closed his eyes and soaked it in; up in the mountains, he was going to want the heat. Then he opened his eyes and looked straight at the sun, his pupils contracting until they were little more than black pinpricks against a green background. Alright. I made it through the first night. No one tried to kill me. Good start. I may have even gotte
"And I should see my horse again. Hopefully, he hasn't tried to break out of the stable and come looking for me." He paused, licked his lips, and lowered his voice once again. "Or tried to get to know any of the mares. He can be rather... randy... and I'd hate for you to end up with a generation of strong, stubborn, and nearly untrainable... horses." There was a playful twinkle in his eye. He was clearly talking about the horse, but he might have been talking about someone else as well."Yes, we will make sure to check on your horse, though I do promise, if he got too feisty... he's in a stall. So for his sake I hope he could keep it in his pants..." she thought about the sentence and rephrased, "metaphorical pants... I wouldn't want to be caged up when everyone else was running free..." that also had a deeper meaning than just horses, but she left it alone and kept talking
The stairs wound for two more flights before another doorway appeared. "They don't exist because they're meant to be safe rooms..." she said, sliding the lock on the door in a star-shaped pattern before it popped open. "And if anyone asks...you didn't see that..." it was the top level which had the "crown" of quartz on top. The top of the room was clear so you could see out, and while the sides of this circular room had limited view looking up because of the crown, the center was unobstructed. There were chairs, desks, dressers, and two oversized beds. Off to one side was a partitioned bath area. But in the very center of the room was a pile of pillows made into a sort of makeshift bed.She walked toward them, smiling. "Sometimes I come up here and look at the stars. It's gorgeous. Just...me and the sky. Except I don't actually have to be outside, and it's quite comfortable..." she laugh
Elissa opened the door once more and made her way down the winding staircase. It was much quicker going down than up, and before long they'd made it back to the bottom. From there, she walked into the great hall where her mother and father were already waiting for lunch."And there they are!" Her mother said with a smile. "Prince Hayward, did you enjoy your tour? Is she keeping you properly entertained?"Elissa took the seat next to her mother with a sigh.I hate that I may give her what she wants. Then again, what she wants is for me to marry him. I still don't think I'm very interested in that. She'd probably be less happy if I just bedded him without that. I'll take that as my consolation prize for actually liking someone she chose.Hayward did his best to settle his t
She nodded, going on down the hallway and expecting him to follow behind. They passed the room where he had been staying and hooked around to the next hallway, going down only a few doors before coming to the one with the emerald "E" on it. "Home sweet home," she said, opening the door to a room twice the size of the one he was staying in. Perched atop of the king sized bed was a giant cat, white with black stripes, and colossal teeth coming out of its mouth. The beast had been sleeping, but as the door opened, so did its eyes. They were a sparkling blue as well.It picked its head up, looking at the man coming behind her, looking as though it might bristle. "Sasha, behave..." at her word, the cat laid her head back down, still looking curiously at the man. "Come..." she said, snapping her fingers. All at once, the monstrous cat stood up and jumped down onto the rug below the bed, stretc