Servian followed behind the Princess, he watched her walk, her delicate gait far more elegant than the Valkyrie warrior women he'd held company with during his time on the battlefields. She opened the door to his room and announced when dinner would be served and Servian nodded in acceptance.<br/><br/>He gave his soon to be bride a final glance of his cold blue eyes before thanking her and shutting the bedroom door. Now he was left alone with his thoughts, and he couldn't help thinking about Luna. She seemed nice enough, but still it was an odd concept to think about himself being married to her in a short time. It wasn't that she was unattractive, no quite the opposite, it was just that she was different from the women he'd imagined himself with.<br/><br/>Valkyrie were woman warrior class back in Long Hook, they fought along side of men on the battlefield and drank along side of them in the mead halls. They were usually tall and muscular, voulgar in manner and more so after a night of drinking. Bor Kuergar had warned Servian not to bed them, for they weren't of noble lineage and the bloodline might be spoiled if he'd given into his urges. But as many young warriors know, their was little one could do to dissuade a typsy Valkyrie once she'd wrapped her strong thighs around something they wanted, and so at the tender age of 14, Servian had lost his virginity to a 6' 3" 200lbs woman named, Bruenhilde.<br/><br/>Now he laid back on the wide bed and tried to visualize himself with the delicate flower he'd just been introduced to. 'How does one go about bedding such a frail thing without crushing it?" He thought to himself.