- Joined
- Apr 5, 2013
- Location
- US
King Alexander was known well by his kingdom for not just his wisdom, but his temperament. A cold and distant man, few knew why their just king was a taciturn and rather distant man to his subjects. The only child of the previous king, he had been raised to be the sort of ruler his father had always hoped to be. And when his father died some years ago, the young king quickly proved his worth to his people by leading them through crises and turmoil in the kingdom. Avoiding the potential for civil war, Alexander was well on his way to being a well liked – but not loved king. Always distant from the people, he kept relatively alone, even when mingling with others it was always kept to a brief minimum and to the barest of needs. Some wondered if he was a secretly addled man, others wondered if his just nature was a facade hiding a cruel tyrant waiting to come out. One way or the other however, the man knew he needed assistance that few others could give.
Hence, the marriage. Rather than wage war against the neighboring country, Alexander sought to bolster relations and forge a lasting alliance by wedding the king’s youngest daughter in matrimony. The day had finally come, and as the tall and athletic looking man looked himself over in the mirror, he understood the nature of his situation. This was to be his bride – the mother of his children and so much more. Nobles and lords from both kingdoms were intermingling in the ceremony room as a band played, waiting for the princess to arrive at the altar, and then himself. Steely blue eyes looked over the outfit he wore – a simple though still finely tailored black suit with white trimmings, and silver cufflinks. Once he was ready, he would turn from the mirror and leave, quiet as he started to make his way to the alter.
Hence, the marriage. Rather than wage war against the neighboring country, Alexander sought to bolster relations and forge a lasting alliance by wedding the king’s youngest daughter in matrimony. The day had finally come, and as the tall and athletic looking man looked himself over in the mirror, he understood the nature of his situation. This was to be his bride – the mother of his children and so much more. Nobles and lords from both kingdoms were intermingling in the ceremony room as a band played, waiting for the princess to arrive at the altar, and then himself. Steely blue eyes looked over the outfit he wore – a simple though still finely tailored black suit with white trimmings, and silver cufflinks. Once he was ready, he would turn from the mirror and leave, quiet as he started to make his way to the alter.