Prince Servian had grown up practicing for battle and little less; his housemaid's allowed him to wrestle other noble blooded boys, his teachers had taught him the most brutal aspects of Viking battle so that he might be ready to draw the blood of their clan's sworn enemy, the Aname, But now his father had thrown him a curve ball, as it turned out the war was nearing it's end. He, the sole prince of the Long Hook was to be married off to the only daughter of the their sworn enemy for generations of time, in order to finally bring peace to the land.<br/><br/>Servian was his father's son, and agreed to spend a week 'courting' his soon to be bride in her own land. It was a risky maneuver from both sides, but to ensure peace his father assured him it was the only way. And so worriedly, but hopefully optimistic Bor sent his son and 5 elite berserker bodyguards  to the land of their enemy.<br/><br/>Prince Servian stood in the main hall, infront of the massive stone fireplace after a journey that took several day's on a long boat. His ass was chapped, but still he stood with good posture in expectation of the girl he was to marry. He sipped away at the goblet of mead, enjoying the foreign taste of the brew Anameian people choose.<br/><br/>After only a short time Luna was announced and her graceful form entered the room, breasts on full display Servian was quite pleased with the girl. She was indeed attractive, and his nerves began to swell his large shoulder muscles up around his neck with anxiety.<br/><br/>"Greetings Princess Luna, I am Prince Servian, it is a pleasure to meet you!" Servian said with a low bow.