A story that I decided to write for no specific reason. This is only the introduction.
| The drapes were flung open to reveal a grand paradise of nature’s finest flowers and evergreens. The sun’s blinding rays crept upon the linen bedsheets until they tickled open the eyes of the prince. His mother - no, a palace maid stood idly by his bed with the morning’s breakfast. He dismissed her immediately with a low growl as he was not an early riser. Before dressing for the day in the usual, he spotted a note that sat next to his plate of fried eggs mixed with freshly cut tomatoes.
He read, briefly, over its small contents:
‘Son, I am writing to you so that you may be prepared for what is to happen: the king of Arlem has offered to settle the dispute of commerce between our two kingdoms with a marriage proposal. He has given us his eldest daughter, Princess Octavia, to join both our worlds and bind our alliance. Indeed this may seem sudden, but I believe this will be good for us just as much as them. We need their trading supplies in order to expand. Though, in the end, it is up to you, dear.’
Only an oblivious and dense son would fall for the words of this mother, who wrote in a venomously sweet way as to lure those reading each individual letter into a deadly snare. The fact was that he did not have a choice, and his mother would bring all havoc until he agreed to do her biddings. She was still the ruler of Soviton after all.
However, this certainly didn’t earn his respect or enticement. He decided to play by his mother’s words - only for the while.