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Morathor
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2012
- Location
- Midwestern USA
The palace hummed with activity. Servants darted around, making sure every corner was dusted and every portrait hung perfectly straight. Schedules were checked and double-checked. The royal guard polished their armor. The king and his advisers poured over the last few details of the agreement with Meno Iir. The prince of the great elven nation was coming to Mount Spira, whose peak had been carved into the royal palace of Altandre, and which had largely been hollowed out into vast caverns in which the capital city had been built.
Now those caverns were in an uproar, the jubilant noise echoing across the whole mountain range. Streets were being cleared, and the young sought a good vantage point to see the passing of the elf prince and his retinue. After three years of negotiations, today the prince would finally meet his fiance, the princess of Altandre. They were to be wed in two weeks.
The princess, as always, was in the palace, surrounded by attendants and tutors and guards. The king was very protective of his only child, and though her quarters were very luxurious, she was hardly ever allowed out of them. She had never been permitted to descend into the capital, let alone leave Mount Spira. Still, her chamber had a large balcony, and although she was never allowed out on it unattended, it did afford her a breathtaking view of the Bores mountains, and farther beyond, the lush plains and flowing rivers of her country.
Just below this balcony, built around a natural outcropping of rock, a cloaked figure clung to the rough side of the mountain. Slowly and carefully, they made their way towards the princess' chambers.
Now those caverns were in an uproar, the jubilant noise echoing across the whole mountain range. Streets were being cleared, and the young sought a good vantage point to see the passing of the elf prince and his retinue. After three years of negotiations, today the prince would finally meet his fiance, the princess of Altandre. They were to be wed in two weeks.
The princess, as always, was in the palace, surrounded by attendants and tutors and guards. The king was very protective of his only child, and though her quarters were very luxurious, she was hardly ever allowed out of them. She had never been permitted to descend into the capital, let alone leave Mount Spira. Still, her chamber had a large balcony, and although she was never allowed out on it unattended, it did afford her a breathtaking view of the Bores mountains, and farther beyond, the lush plains and flowing rivers of her country.
Just below this balcony, built around a natural outcropping of rock, a cloaked figure clung to the rough side of the mountain. Slowly and carefully, they made their way towards the princess' chambers.