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Sweet Nothings
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 28, 2015
The Calladien Confederacy would not fall. An expansive coast made refuge for one of the world’s largest navies, securing safe passage and trade between any alliances to be made across the sea. Blessed by the gods, life-giving rain fell from the heavens at least once every few days, offering vast amounts of fertile soil for a wide variety of fruits and fauna to grow. Tropical as the climate was, farms operated year-round and ensured a steady flow of goods and gold flowed back into the kingdom. The only worry of the confederacy lay outside of their vast borders with their neighbors to the North, the Golden Legion. From the moment their borders were recognized, squabbling had occurred. It wasn’t until the most recent centuries that war had been thrown up as a possible course of action. Neither side desired for this, yet neither wanted to sway from their own interests.
Adelena was not only born in Calladein, but also into the ruling house, Marlow. Her Father presided over every matter of importance, including the most recent despite between the two large kingdoms. Ruling with an eye for the future and the knowledge that he had no sons as heir, the King thought it wise to offer a proposal of marriage by the time his only daughter had come of age. His wife, his Queen, had passed during the birth of the family's second child and her brother. Practically a twin to her mother, Adelena served as a living, breathing reminder of the lost Queen. While he fret for his daughter and despised the concept of her necessity to live at her husband’s side, King Lorian determined that if the prince was to rule over both lands, he would need to learn what living in the great capital of the South was like.
Astron was the shimmering jewel of the entire confederacy. Its outer walls were nothing more than a few miles from the coast, with the family’s grand castle nestled in the center of it all. Due to the temperature, many of the larger halls were lined with nothing more than grand columns in order to allow the wind’s passage in order to avoid a stuffy atmosphere. Most women wore light linens, while the wealthy bore fantastical silks and gaudy accessories of gold that would serve entirely impractical at the Northern front. Flowers and fruits filled large golden bowls in every room and hall, their sweet aroma wafting gently with the breeze.
The crown Prince of the North’s arrival was due any day now. Once the border was crossed, the castle received weekly updates of the convoy’s progress through the small towns and country sides. He would see first-hand the expansive nurseries and flat geography which made for effortless travel by carriage. The worry of missing his arrival prompted the Princess to keep to the local garden. Most afternoons were spent lounging, eyes to the sky in hopes of catching sight of a carrier pigeon. Though the odds were slim of actually catching sight, little else entertained her as much. Instead, most of her correspondences asked of the Prince’s look sand manners, none of which she could attest to.
While the girl was pleased to be serving Calladein by agreeing to the marriage, the fear of commitment still coiled like a snake in her stomach. Perhaps he was rude, or even worse, dull. She had seen many sketches of the Prince, yet with a biased country that was constantly complaining of the North’s overbearing presence in politics, very few were flattering. She recalled seeing one that portrayed him as more of a troll from a child’s story than a human at all, and at the time it had earned a chuckle. But now that the fate of their homes were on the line, Adelena was hardly entertained by a crude drawing.
Adelena was not only born in Calladein, but also into the ruling house, Marlow. Her Father presided over every matter of importance, including the most recent despite between the two large kingdoms. Ruling with an eye for the future and the knowledge that he had no sons as heir, the King thought it wise to offer a proposal of marriage by the time his only daughter had come of age. His wife, his Queen, had passed during the birth of the family's second child and her brother. Practically a twin to her mother, Adelena served as a living, breathing reminder of the lost Queen. While he fret for his daughter and despised the concept of her necessity to live at her husband’s side, King Lorian determined that if the prince was to rule over both lands, he would need to learn what living in the great capital of the South was like.
Astron was the shimmering jewel of the entire confederacy. Its outer walls were nothing more than a few miles from the coast, with the family’s grand castle nestled in the center of it all. Due to the temperature, many of the larger halls were lined with nothing more than grand columns in order to allow the wind’s passage in order to avoid a stuffy atmosphere. Most women wore light linens, while the wealthy bore fantastical silks and gaudy accessories of gold that would serve entirely impractical at the Northern front. Flowers and fruits filled large golden bowls in every room and hall, their sweet aroma wafting gently with the breeze.
The crown Prince of the North’s arrival was due any day now. Once the border was crossed, the castle received weekly updates of the convoy’s progress through the small towns and country sides. He would see first-hand the expansive nurseries and flat geography which made for effortless travel by carriage. The worry of missing his arrival prompted the Princess to keep to the local garden. Most afternoons were spent lounging, eyes to the sky in hopes of catching sight of a carrier pigeon. Though the odds were slim of actually catching sight, little else entertained her as much. Instead, most of her correspondences asked of the Prince’s look sand manners, none of which she could attest to.
While the girl was pleased to be serving Calladein by agreeing to the marriage, the fear of commitment still coiled like a snake in her stomach. Perhaps he was rude, or even worse, dull. She had seen many sketches of the Prince, yet with a biased country that was constantly complaining of the North’s overbearing presence in politics, very few were flattering. She recalled seeing one that portrayed him as more of a troll from a child’s story than a human at all, and at the time it had earned a chuckle. But now that the fate of their homes were on the line, Adelena was hardly entertained by a crude drawing.