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It is still open

As the men woke up and readied themselves for the 'grave robbing' of an ancestral sword, the princess was still fast asleep. She had been awake late, nearly seeing the sun start to peak over the horizon. There was a heavy knock at the princess's door before it was pushed ajar. "GOOD MORNING...

Safiya chuckled lightly before she she unveiled the fruit she had taken from the kitchen. "It's not a pastry but it is better than nothing if you are hungry." The lady handed over the handful to the prince. "There will be plenty food tomorrow to ease the sorrows of your stomach." Safiya watched...

Safiya followed the prince as the other ladies began to make their way back to their rooms. The dark haired lady stopped in the doorway, just behind the prince. "They are preparing the feast for tomorrow night." One of the elderly women in the kitchen began to tell them to leave in the Holtian...

The dark haired lady smiled softly, "Safiya." It appeared the ladies' plan had been foiled. The guards had noted the laughter and the other girls came running past her. Picking up the edges of her dress, Safiya told the prince to follow as she ran after the ladies. The echoes of their laughter...

I'm interested

The married ladies were gathered around the princess, each had one of her limbs, massaging her muscles. Her mother sat across from the bed, still shaking her head at the princess. "I cannot believe you cut your hair before your wedding." The queen had underestimated her daughter's stubbornness...

"She smiles." Erik answered with a small chuckle, "If she isn't pouting. The men say it's cute." He shrugged, not having an opinion on it. Thinking about the dark haired princess, Erik's cheeks slightly reddened. "Your sister is beautiful. If she enjoys freedom, she will likely learn to be...

Dominik glanced back at the prince, curiosity still coursing through his veins. "Yes, if he is not pure, he does well to make it seem so." The woman in Dominik's lap leaned down and whispered into his ear before she slipped off to the bar to fetch more ale for the prince. "It is not our people's...

With a tilt of his cup, Erik downed the milk. "I do not have a title. Aside from bastard son." He tapped the bar top lightly as he gazed over his shoulder. "It appears that your brothers are getting along just fine with mine." Erik returned his gaze to Nizar, "Why do you not join them?" The men...

Erik stuck his hands into his pockets as he shrugged at the prince. He was just as much stuck in the situation as the prince was. "I bet you are wishing that you had declined his invitation out." The younger son sighed as he stepped further into the room. "The women usually stick to the table...

As they passed one of the shops, the aroma of meat filled the air. Inside, the owner had meats hanging from the ceiling from various animals that had been smoked. His wife carried a bowl of berries to the shop next door were she made jams and jellies out of the fruits. Dominik slowed his horse...

"Eager for the marriage?" Dominik chuckled lightly, "I wouldn't say eager." Cecilie had been very adamant that she would follow her father's wishes, but she wasn't thrilled about the way everything had turned out. The princess had always wanted to be courted. She was unhappy that she would not...

Dominik chuckled lightly, "Is that what everyone in Shiraz believes, that our nation is snow all year round?" The prince supposed that it was because they hardly had merchants that made their way up to their land, only once in a while and typically during the winter months. "Ironedge, perhaps...

A few guards led the way to the stables where a single carriage awaited the princes. Dominik glanced at the company behind him, the prince's brothers all eyeing the single carriage. "Prince Nizar-Amir, it seems only one carriage has been prepped. Shall we ride horses, or make your brothers bare...