The Princess's Heart. (Justin254 & Blonde)
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				Title: <strong>The Princess's Heart. (Justin254 &amp; Blonde)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Justin254</strong> on <strong>11-07-2015, 20:37:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/28/1f/81/281f81f43d14cc46b6ba1326f031a6e5.jpg)</div> "I could give two shits about what some King sitting in a throne halfway across the world thinks of it!!" Edward snaps at his council without breaking his gaze out the small window of the council room. "I have my reasons behind allowing the Elves to keep their freedom in those damned forest." He responds as he turns back to the round table where six of his most trusted ad visors are seated. He slowly makes his way over to his seat and sitting down. "Your Highness, are you so blind with war that you cannot see what's in front of you?" John, one of Edward's closest friend's says as he stands up. He points at a map in the center of the table. "Six nations... Six Human Nations have fallen to the Kingdom of Nobeth, all thanks to your leadership. Not a bloody one was ever allowed to keep their claims of their Kingdom, but instead absorbed into Nobeth..." John looks up at Edward and squints his eyes. "But then you declare war against the Kingdom of Redwood an Eleven Kingdom.... And you force them into am alliance! An alliance with the Elves! But not only that but you allow one of those tree lovers to marry into your family. You're allowing a fucking elf to live under your roof!" John explains as the council explodes with yelling.<br><br>Suddenly Edward explodes from his chair, unsheathing his sword with lightning like reflex's. The room goes deathly silent as Edward's silver sword presses against John's throat. "Sir John, You're my oldest and closest friend. But if you think I will sit idly by as you make a mockery of my decisions then have audacity to talk about a future member of the Royal family, then you're sorely mistaken!" He yells as he pushes the point of his sword harder into John's neck, pushing him away from the table. "Did you ever consider the thought that perhaps there is good reason behind my decision?" He asks as he pins John against the stone wall, at sword point. "Our enemies are plotting against us..." Edward declares. "They've been secretly building an alliance for over two years. An alliance so great that their armies will dwarf ours in comparison..." He states as he lowers his sword and walks back to the round table. <br><br>"The Elves lack the numbers our army has, but make up for it in skill. The quickest way for our enemies to attack the capital is through the Redwood forest.." Edward explains. "The Elves have successfully defended the Redwoods since the beginning of civilized history. No enemy of the Elvin has ever went into the Redwoods and made it out to tell the tale... The forest itself is worth triple than our Kingdoms gold stores. So no one in their right mind would ever burn it.." He grin a little at last part. "Well no man seeking wealth that is... With mountains on either side of the forest, the place is a death trap...." Edward grins slightly.<br><br>"Now if the Elvin gives our enemies free passage or slaughters them all will depends on how the next few delicate months go..." Edward says. His eyes snap back over to John who's taken his seat again at the table. "And how well we treat their Princess... If she feels that she's happy here, then we can safely assume that the Kingdom of Redwood will support us in the upcoming war. But if she feels unhappy...." Edward laughs. "Well petty racism will be the least of our worries." He says as he gazes back around the table. "Gentlemen we must have the Elves support or well won't live to see another year." Edward sheathes his sword and says, "I trust that a word about this won't slip from this chamber. Now I have other needs I must attend to, good day." Edward declares and walks out if the cousin chamber. <br><br>Edward's mind was racing, plotting through every single scenario in his head. It was a blessing and a curse he had being able to see his enemy's next move. He gritted his teeth wishing he could just shut if off when he pleased. He sighed as he walked down the hallway, two Royal Guards in trail behind him. He needed to clear his head so as he makes his way to the balcony overlooking the gardens. As he steps out into the warm summer sun, dismissing his guards outside the door. <br><br>Edward who's now 43 years old has sat at the throne for over twenty years. Throughout his years he's watched Kingdom after Kingdom fall and now he was facing the possibility of his very own Kingdom becoming nothing more than a story. His hands slowly fiddle with his solid gold crown as he stares at it. He leans over the railing and shakes his head. "There's just to many what possibilities." He mumbles to himself. (https://img1.etsystatic.com/036/0/8545198/il_fullxfull.649017503_nzwn.jpg) Placing his crown back onto his head he adjusts his surcoat. He smile at the Royal sigil and then gazes down into the garden getting lost in his own thoughts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess's Heart. (Justin254 &amp; Blonde)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blonde</strong> on <strong>13-07-2015, 14:33:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/62/29/40/622940192970c6257d5e061ad3664c88.jpg)</div> <span style="font-family: century gothic;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Princess Morwyn D’Lef (http://geekxgirls.com/images/galadriel3/galadriel_cosplay_02.jpg), treasured daughter to king Aendaer and beloved figure of the Iyesgarth kingdom, was far from the gentle cheer she usually carried. Gone was the warm smiles and embracing nature, replaced now by bitterness and resentment. Rarely of foul mood, it came as a shock to those who tended her that her beautifully bright eyes carried with them a darkness. It did not help of course that she was stood opposite the gown she was to wear for her wedding. Normally a celebration, Morwyn did not look to her coming nuptials with delight or joy, but rather an unpleasant dread and disappointment. She was not to wed one of her own, but rather a human, a weak human at that.<br><br>To prevent war and lost, and to unite kingdoms against ever growing external powers, her father had signed a treaty with the man king Edward of Nobeth. To seal their agreement and promise ones aid to another, an alliance of marriage was made. The son of one was to be wed to the daughter of another. And as Morwyn was the only unwed child of the Elven king, it was her duty to follow her father’s orders. Morwyn had heard many stories of the Prince and had even sent her spies to gain details. As if the race of men did not fall short of the Elves as it stood, the prince was a weak character, ordered by his council and his mind so easily swayed. Before she had even seen him herself, she was disgusted.<br><br>The king himself however was a man to be admired, if Morwyn did not naturally despise his kith and kin. A strong and powerful leader, quite the figurehead that gained much admiration, he was nothing like the son that she was to call husband. The thought of taking to his marital bed left a sour taste, and Morwyn could bear no more thoughts on the wedding.&nbsp; The seamstress told of the finest silks and intricate stitching, but Morwyn just hissed and raised her hand. “Enough” Morwyn almost growled and silence filled the room. “I’ve had enough” She added as she got to her feet and walked from the open stone structure.<br><br>Morwyn did not wait for any to follow, instead she headed straight from the royal building and through the pathway of the sanctuary, the space called for the safe centre of her father’s kingdom. She passed none a smile or pleasantry, ignoring any who would speak to her. She needed space, she needed to breathe and be away from all company. So instead she walked to the quiet space, the hall of fathers was a place where some went to remember or to read ancient scripts, but where Morwyn could escape to and not have anyone talk to her. The hall was a known quite zone, and if she could avoid those who asked of the coming wedding, she would spend the rest of her time here in silence.<br><br>Upon the walk she crossed past a reflective glass, and she paused a moment to look at her appearance. Skin whiter than snow, her hair a platinum shade of blonde and eyes a most dazzling shade of green, she was ethereal in her appearance. The light hair fell down to below her hips and was worn loose and in its naturally curled and wavy state. Her gown (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/509399407825221629/) was simple and a lot less extravagant than the one she had been shown before. She had such ideas of love and of a marriage like her parents, watching them as she grew was a great romance. Morwyn knew now she would never love her husband, she would pity him and perhaps friendly, but she would never love him. <br><br>From what she had been told of the human kingdom, the women of court were gentle doe like creatures, amiable and compliant with their men, living only to serve their husbands and men, those considered superior. However, Morwyn had been raised an equal, there was no such thing as inferiority amongst the Elven race. She would be no less herself, and king Edward would be in for a shock when he realised his daughter-in-law and future queen of his realm would not be a follower as those who held the title before her. Morwyn would not be the dutiful wife, oh no. And it was that that gave her a small comfort as she relaxed into the cushioned den with a heavy volume of scripts.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess's Heart. (Justin254 &amp; Blonde)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Justin254</strong> on <strong>31-07-2015, 05:58:46</strong>
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				Being lost in his own worries Edward didn't notice one of the Princess's ladies-in-waiting, arrive on the balcony. "Your highness." A soft voice calls out from behind him. It takes a few moments for Edward to realize that he had a visitor. Quickly he turns around, noticing the young girl bowing to him. "I'm sorry for interrupting you... But it's the Princess." She was nervously. Edward sighs, "And what sort of trouble has our new Princess caused this time?" He asks sounding a bit frustrated. The lady-in-waiting quickly responds, "She stormed out of her fitting before the seamstress could even try on the dress. She's in the Hall Of Fathers and refuses to speak to anyone." Edward rub his temples with hand trying to calm the storm of thoughts in his head. "Fine... I'll handle this matter myself." He replies as he looks back at the young girl and dismisses her with a wave of his wrist.<br><br>It's been well known to Edward that Princess Morwyn was against the whole marriage and she has made that clear with every passing opportunity. He didn't blame her either, after all what girl want to be forced into a marriage with a man who's more of a child than a Prince. But that wasn't the only obstacle she faced, this was the first time in recorded history that a member of Eleven royalty married a human. It was needless to say that the racial tensions where high I'm the castle and King Edward was at the head of it all.<br><br>Edward slowly walked through the Hall Of Fathers, noticing that most people had already cleared out. He wondered it the Princess's temper scared them away or just the news that he was approaching the hall, news does travel fast in a castle. As he rounds the corner he quickly spot the beautiful blonde hair of the Princess. He slowly approaches as he runs his fingers over the scriptures on the shelves, observing the titles. "So do you hate all Seamstress's or is this a new found hatred of yours?" He calls out without taking his eyes off the shelf. "I can see why you find sanctuary here..." He says as he pulls his gaze away from the shelf over to Morwyn. "It's peaceful." Edward smiles at Morwyn as his eyes admire her beauty. "I too have to find solitude at times, but I've learned over the years that you can't always run and hide when times get dark..." He tells her as stops a few paces from her. "I here you've been causing trouble, Princess." He says with a chuckle. Finding it slightly amusing that such a beautiful Princess and her happiness will be the deciding factor for the future of his kingdom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Princess's Heart. (Justin254 &amp; Blonde)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blonde</strong> on <strong>31-07-2015, 16:36:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: century gothic;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">The mortal king was so out of place among the Elven halls, but he was here on invite from her father until she was to be returned to Edwards’s kingdom, to be pronounced princess and married to the meek prince. Morwyn could not help but roll her eyes as his voice announced his arrival, resting the heavy book down in her lap and watching as the king came from around the long shelves, looking down to her, the crest of his house emblazed upon black. As she looked to the infamous human king, she was almost distracted from her sulk by the magnitude of his presence, unwillingly admitting to herself the mans rugged handsomeness. If her husband to be was of his father’s nature than Morwyn would have perhaps been more amiable, yet he was said to be more of his mother, and it turned her affections away before she’d even met him.<br><br>She looked back down to the book and turned over a delicate page. “It is not the woman’s occupation that vexes me, but rather the duty she is charged with” she spoke nonchalantly, her green eyes sweeping over script. She listened to the rest of his talk, thoroughly uninterested and only scorning him silently for interrupting her retreat. When her eyes read over the same line for the fourth time she gave up and closed the book, getting to her feet with a grace unknown to humans, her every movement as fluid as the rivers that flowed through the red forest. She walked towards the shelves, placing back the volume in the exact place she had found it, before she turned to face the human king.<br><br>“If removing oneself from unpleasantness is deemed troublesome than I offer apologies” Morwyn said, her voice like silk but there was a firmness in her eyes that showed that she was in no way intimidated by his proximity. “But being dressed as some divine offering in a marriage that will only ever be of political security doesn’t tempt forth any excitement” She added, walking past him and heading out of a smaller and more narrow pathway which would lead out into the forest. She could not stop from casting a quick look over her shoulder and instantly regretted it, a little flutter erupting as she locked eyes with him.&nbsp; <br></span></span>
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