Rainelle
Love and luck be upon ye
Dufur took a breath before he pushed open the doors to his forge. His apprentices had carried out their tasks as he expected, his materials were polished and laid out in the usual order. The prince stripped off his shirt, tied up his hair and donned his heavy forging gloves. Dufur shoveled coal into furnace's belly and lit the fire, then stood by the bellows. As he worked the instrument, stirring up the flames, he was consumed in his thoughts.
She would be here in less than a fortnight now. Dufur was nervous, sure. How would she adjust? How could he make her comfortable? Would she resent him? His home? Dufur knew himself well enough to know that if he had to move away from Homborimm and the mountains, he would be a very unhappy Dwarf. He had studied the information they had on the Elves of Autumn Grove and Nissa royal line in hopes to understand her better. He had prepared a room with Elvish style, with many enchanted stones to simulate daylight when she wished. Fine clothing in Dwarven fashion, and the staff had been instructed to learn her wants as fast as possible. Still, they had never met. There was only so much he could do to prepare.
Once the fire was hot enough, Dufur began his work. He would craft her a crown of stars, made of shining gold and bedecked with jewels. It would come over her face as was tradition, and would be as ornate as he dared to make it. All kings crafted a crown for their queens, as a token of love and worship. Even if he never came to love her, Dufur would cherish her as much as he could. She had no clue of the importance of their marriage. She was helping save his people.
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Logoric poked his head round the back side of the cart, and upon spotting the princess made his way over.
"I apologize, your highness, but we must be off again. I delayed them as long as I was able." It had been a long two months on the road. Logoric was himself exhausted and homesick, he could not imagine how the princess fared. Despite the large caravan of Elvin guards and iteams, she was still going to a new place where she knew no one. "Is there anything I can get you? More water, a pillow, food? We'll be driving through the night again." She was beautiful, tall and lithe, with long black hair that had shiny feathers growing throughout it. She was also kind and chatty, and loved to talk with anyone who would listen. The guards had taken turns conversing with her along the journey to keep her comfortable.
"We'll be to Homborimm soon, how are you feeling?"
She would be here in less than a fortnight now. Dufur was nervous, sure. How would she adjust? How could he make her comfortable? Would she resent him? His home? Dufur knew himself well enough to know that if he had to move away from Homborimm and the mountains, he would be a very unhappy Dwarf. He had studied the information they had on the Elves of Autumn Grove and Nissa royal line in hopes to understand her better. He had prepared a room with Elvish style, with many enchanted stones to simulate daylight when she wished. Fine clothing in Dwarven fashion, and the staff had been instructed to learn her wants as fast as possible. Still, they had never met. There was only so much he could do to prepare.
Once the fire was hot enough, Dufur began his work. He would craft her a crown of stars, made of shining gold and bedecked with jewels. It would come over her face as was tradition, and would be as ornate as he dared to make it. All kings crafted a crown for their queens, as a token of love and worship. Even if he never came to love her, Dufur would cherish her as much as he could. She had no clue of the importance of their marriage. She was helping save his people.
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Logoric poked his head round the back side of the cart, and upon spotting the princess made his way over.
"I apologize, your highness, but we must be off again. I delayed them as long as I was able." It had been a long two months on the road. Logoric was himself exhausted and homesick, he could not imagine how the princess fared. Despite the large caravan of Elvin guards and iteams, she was still going to a new place where she knew no one. "Is there anything I can get you? More water, a pillow, food? We'll be driving through the night again." She was beautiful, tall and lithe, with long black hair that had shiny feathers growing throughout it. She was also kind and chatty, and loved to talk with anyone who would listen. The guards had taken turns conversing with her along the journey to keep her comfortable.
"We'll be to Homborimm soon, how are you feeling?"