An Arrangement (CLOSED)
David Lavitz was a young twenty year old man, pacing nervously on the steps of the palace. He was the Prince of Algaroth and first in line to the throne as the only male heir. He was taller than his father, King Garrett Lavitz, standing at six and a quarter feet tall. He had the broad shoulders and strong jaw that made most of the women of the kingdom fawn over him. His icy blue eyes and shortly cropped brown hair helped that matter as well. He was nervous because his betrothed, a princess from another kingdom that he had not seen in nearly a decade was to arrive at any moment.
He was wearing a crimson red tunic, and black pants that were covered by a light black cloak fastened around his shoulders. He stood straighter as he saw a carriage approaching. His father patted his shoulder assuredly, "You two were best friends when you were little."
"We are little no longer, father. She is also being forced to marry me," David pointed out.
"As you are being 'forced' to marry her my son. She isn't going to resent you, she might even take solace in the fact that she already knows you."
"Well we'll find out soon enough," David muttered as the carriage stopped at the foot of the steps.
The voyage had taken them the better part of a week, through the early summer fields of Éadrom into the dark mountains that served to protect her home. The carriage was unsteady on the mountain passes, and they had nearly fallen to their deaths a few times; but the men her father had sent to escort her to Algaroth were under strict orders to never let the princesses ride a much safer horse. It was not proper, and he would not have his daughter presented to her husband dirty and travel worn on an old horse. So the whole weeks’ time Annelie and her younger sister sat, fearing for their lives in the extravagant carriage. The men stopped when they could, so they could rest and eat, but most of her voyage was spent in the carriage. It had almost become her home.
The night before the party had stopped at a village just outside of the approaching kingdom, and had the carriage and the horses, and all of the people, cleaned up and made presentable for meeting a king. Everyone worked so hard to make it look like they had not been cooped up in a carriage, or riding out in the harsh weather of the mountains, for a week. Princess Annelie Bordelon stared out of the window of this too familiar carriage, in a new pale blue gown that was not meant for traveling in that her mother had chosen for her to wear just for today because it went so well with her strawberry blonde hair –that now was braided and out of her way. Vivienne was trying to cheer her, and scold her for being sour this whole trip.
“You have known that this was going to happen your entire life. Father did not spring this on you this morning, Nel. You have had twenty years to accept this…”
“And it will take me twenty more to recover. Vivi, you can’t possibly understand how this feels. Father hasn’t married you off yet. You are the jewel that Father is holding onto to sell off for the highest price.” She sighed and turned away from the window, the bleak landscape here dragging her down further. “I think He sent you with me as an alternate, just in case I’m not satisfactory. David was promised me, but if I’m not good enough then you may be an option.” She looked at her younger sister sadly. Vivienne was not old enough to marry yet, being fifteen she had barely gotten her markings last spring. But King Jeroen would do anything to keep his kingdom, even marry off his youngest daughter in place of his oldest if the other King preferred the younger. He’d marry off both, one to the father the other to the son, if it meant peace. All of Jeroen’s children grew up knowing that it was their place, to be sold off at their father’s comfort. The fact that her little sister’s fate would be just as horrible, if not far worse than, her own saddened Annelie all the more.
The carriage started to slow, and Annelie closed her eyes to contrast her little sister’s need to excitedly look out at the castle they were now near. Annelie did not want to look at it. Her eyes would be looking upon this place for the rest of her life! She tried to value the last few moments she had to not.
When the carriage finally did stop Annelie let herself look upon her new home. Two figures stood on the steps before them. One she recognized as an older version of King Garrett. The other she had to assume was David. One of the men of her party opened the carriage door and, quickly composing herself, she stepped out. The long trip had made her steps a little unsteady, but she walked forward otherwise. Like she was not exhausted and dreading every step closer she took. Her sister exited after her, the younger girl with the darker hair dressed less extravagantly then her but still nobly. The two walked up the steps, Annelie with her head held high but her gaze only on the steps ahead of her. She did not stop until she saw the boots of the men.
With a curtsy from both her and her sister she addressed them, “Your majesties. My father sends his sincerest apologies that he could not come with us. Nor any of my older brothers, they had important matters to attend to in Éadrom”
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