She slipped on her white dress and put the veil over her head. Adalia didn’t let her mother talk her into wearing her diamond tiara. She wanted to get married as she was, not as a state symbol but just as a girl. She waited outside the chapel doors her flowers in her hands. When the doors flew open she took one step at a time to the altar where Archer waited for her.
He was in his royal attire, clean shaven, his hair cut short. He looked just like she had seen him the first time. Adalia thought about all the times that she could have lost him that this day seemed to be more like a dream than anything else. His face radiated a smile as she walked up to him. He was going to be her husband and she couldn’t be happier.Once they had taken their vows, Archer and Adalia ran to the balcony. She pulled off her veil and let her hair loose. Archer combed his fingers through her thick raven hair as it flew in the wind.“You want to fly with me?” he took off his jacket and tossed it on*Dear world,My little brother Noel was born yesterday. His birth brings the tally to six boys and three girls. I think father is making certain that there is an heir and a spare (and a few spares for both the heir and the spare). I remember when I figured out my role in this world, as the future king of the Northern kingdom. My eyes took everything in and out of the white crystal palace. At first I only knew one color, white the royal color. Especially since everyone with royal blood is dressed in white plus, the palace decor was white.Anyway back to my growing family, my little sister and brother want to join me in my next battle or ambush against the rebels. I do admire their courage, but I feel that they will hasten my demise. The big brother in me will not allow my siblings to go out in the battle field unprotected. They will only serve as a distraction. But even if I die there are eight other royals eligible for the crown.Tomorrow we are meeting with the royal
*Dear Diary,Mother says I should act more like a princess and less like a gladiator. A princess is never heard, she says. She’s supposed to be delicate and as sweet as a song bird. But how could I, if I was father’s son for the first two years of my life. I watched him train with the other soldiers. Mock battles are all that I know. Besides I don’t think anyone will look past my mother’s beauty and focus on me.Liora is beautiful and I’m sure Aphrodite couldn’t hold a candle to her. She is not only queen of the Southern Kingdom, but also of beauty. I will be queen one day but I will take a much more active duty. I understand the queen’s need to be a mother first, but I don’t understand why she had to put down her sword because of it. My father refused to let her join him in battle, but when I become Queen I will go to each and every one. I will not throw away my passion for the sake of marriage. Why, when my brother Randi ca
Adalia dragged her dress along with her as they got off the carriage. She grunted and groaned, announcing how uncomfortable she was, with each step she took. The dress was tight around her. The corset was something her mother insisted on, no doubted because she didn’t want to risk her daughter’s wings piercing through the silk dress and her flying away back to the South. She stepped on the red carpet, and as she did her glass slipper peeked out from underneath her dress. She groaned wishing that she could have had boots on instead. She followed the long train of her mother’s dress as her brother stepped beside her.“How are you feeling?” There was a smile in his eyes but it was offset by the worried look looming behind it.“I’m fine,” she was to an extent. But she wasn’t going to show her brother how disturbed she was. Usually she looked up and straight ahead just like every warrior she knew. But now she was staring at
Archer saw the door crack open. He saw Adalia’s dark hair hanging over her dress. He wanted to laugh but stopped he didn’t want anything to draw attention to Adalia. But it seemed someone else had spotted her.“Don’t be a sneak, come in. You are already half way in anyway,” Gabrielle said his head lowered his eyes still on the plans.Lionell and Doran looked up, but the others already knew who it was so they didn’t move.“We need to guard this place,” Gabrielle drew everyone’s attention back to the map as her drew around the thick forest dividing both kingdoms. “They will not be able to attack both sides.”“I will take charge of that,” Conan said.“I’ll help,” Adalia who was already at her father’s side and hovering over the map said. She pulled her hair back into a knot when it kept on falling in front of her, blocking her eye view to the map.“N
Adalia could feel his gaze on her and it made her itch all over. “I learned from the best,” she said as made her rounds around the wounded men. “They must have known we were coming here, why else would they attack.”“They wanted to get rid of all of us at the same time,” he never thought about that. Now the wheels in his mind were turning. They had been targeted and no doubt there was a leak within the palace, no one else knew of the visit but the royal family, the royal guards and the advisers.“The reinforcements are here,” Adalia heard Conan tell her father.“Who brought them?”“Xander.”“Xander,” Adalia’s tone rose when she said his name. Just then she saw, what she thought was, a hint of jealous in Archer eyes. Xander was Adalia’s childhood friend. They played together and trained together. He was the first warrior that she had ever beaten and the first
Archer was waiting how this would play out and where Adalia’s boldness would lead them. But the look in her eyes told him that she expected him to back her up but what exactly was he supposed to say. He had never before challenged his father’s authority. Lionell was King and Archer did everything that was asked for him. But Adalia had now presented him with the opportunity to speak his mind and he decided not to waste it.“We talked about it,” he began the tone in his voice not supporting the rebellion. He cleared his throat and started over. “Adalia and I have talked about this. We accept the marriage but we felt that it would be better if we took the oaths once we got to know each other better.”“Yes,” she jumped in. “We don’t want to regurgitate everyone else’s vows. This is too important not to enter into it seriously. We want to make our vows our own and the best way of doing that would be getting to kn
“What’s so funny?” Xander had been listening to the back and forth banter Archer and Adalia had been having. He especially like the part when Adalia was angry but when they started laughing he knew he had to do something.Xander’s father had once been the pride and glory of the South Kingdom. He had fought alongside Gabrielle’s father for many years. His father had a wife and a couple of mistresses and he was a product of the mistresses. He wasn’t acknowledged by his father’s family but his prowess and industrious nature had made him his father’s favorite. The first time he was brought to the palace was when Gabrielle’s father had fallen ill and was slowly dying. He met a little girl in the garden, dressed in amour with a sword that belonged to the king in her hand, she was crying. Xander picked up a stick and began a sword game with the little girl and ever since they were best of friends.When his father died Adalia w
“Novia, what is this?” Archer went to his little sister’s side, and for the first time that night feeling a sense of animosity for a man other than Xander. Novia was his little sister. It wasn’t as if he thought she would never marry. But that didn’t mean that she wasn’t his little jewel. He had vowed to protect her, ever since he had seen her tiny button nose and Rose bud lips, for the first time.“I want to marry him Archer,” she chirped.He gently took her arm and dragged her to the side. He lifted his head and saw Gabrielle and his father in a corner whispering to each other. A chill ran through his veins, the two premiers were actually considering it.“You are only seventeen Novia,” he stroked her rosy cheeks and tucked a stray strand of platinum blonde hair behind her ear. “You are still a baby.”“I am not,” she blew air into her cheeks and pouted her lip confirming her brot