@ blackmagicianpriestess
blackmagicianpriestess
For ones bond by their duties, freedom of choice was never a variable to consider. The heir to the throne was well aware of his fate and had long decided to abide by that, even through he was growing bitter with the predicament. Ever since he was born his destiny seemed to have been written in stone: the one to wield the Darkness of Justice and fight the Light of Destruction until the end of time itself, so he have been carefully groomed his entire life to not be the perfect ruler as expected from the crown prince, but to learn about some mystical arts to fulfill his mission. To protect everybody whom he loved. The heavy burden that was supposed to be his and his alone. Yet to protect him two of the people whom he loved the most had betrayed him.
Not a whole couple seasons after that some more changes were to come: an ally was asking their kingdom for help. Resources, supplies and specially food, as a disaster had stricken a once bountiful land. The ambassador held a very polite and confident attitude, but even the inexperienced prince could sense the grief in his soul. The man also explained that their prior arrangement would be hard to maintain as the young lady which would be the boy's betrothed didn't survived the tragedy.
Shifting on his seat, the prince detached himself no longer engaged in paying attention to the assembly. He pitied the poor girl for having her life reaped so early in this tragedy - whatever that occurred - and how another young woman would have her own life changed due to the political interests of somebody else. He only hoped she would find solace in knowing she helped her people, something that he honestly wished he could do. They are not to become the rulers just yet but the new arrangement included that she would be sent to this new, strange land in order to receive the training to behave like a proper noblewoman of their kingdom as a sign of good faith. Her homeland, an exotic place where the kings are the avatar of the gods themselves, would return the help as soon they would be able to.
The only thing the boy knew was that he hated politics.
Weeks passed. During the lonely nights he wondered what kind of person would his bride-to-be was. Would she be snobbish like some of the noblewomen he knew or would she be a proper lady? All he heard is that she was a priestess, so maybe the girl was solemn like Yubel? Each passing day the numbness he was feeling was replaced by a growing curiosity, until the watchers announced spotting the Egyptian ship approaching their shores.
Asking his father's permission, the prince was allowed to go to reception the delegation himself. He asked to be discreet, as he wasn't much found of excess and maybe it would be of bad taste considering that her beloved land was been going through so much hardships. Just a small number of guards and himself, besides a carriage so she could be comfortable.
He was so nervous. His hands wouldn't stop petting his horse trying to calm himself down. What if they don't like each other? They would at least be respectful of each other, right?
Soon the vessel finally docked and the ramp was lowered down. The protocol would had him to politely bow to the maiden's presence before even looking at her. Instead it just came naturally to him
He smiled
" You must be priestess Mana, are you not? You honor us with your presence "