유 for our muses to be the children of different royal families now arranged to marry each other for political gain at their first meeting together for Arthur Pendragon.
Camelot was a rather small kingdom bordering with Essos on it’s Western point but it’s ever flowing river had in the past century made it into a thriving hub of merchants ,it’s name sake castle a fortified citadel, their mandatory constriction kept their armies always fighting fit and thus despite it’s small size vast in growth in wealth had been documented under the guide of their King Urther Pendragon who ruled with an iron fist,Urther shown no leniency nor mercy to anyone showing defiance to his laws.
Still, the land was prosperous and thriving and with his only son Arthur now in appropriate marital age it would be time to seek unity with another house and allow the prosperity of Camelot to endure and the relatively ‘new’ realm had gathered quite a bit of interest of a fair few houses making Arthur feel paraded like an exotic animal. Strong allies were needed to ensure the prosperous Camelot would not soon fall prey to conquerors and the sort and thus here Arthur was with his envoy guesting in yet another noble house. Relief washed over him when Urther had finally found his ally in the guise of Lord Wyl. While having your wife chosen for you and be wed to a practical total stranger was not romantic in any shape of form Arthur was just glad that this whole charade of being paraded around was finally over. Who ever Isyla was as a person she would be received with an optimistic demeanor for she was the end of his long suffering of balls and dignitary dinners.
“Hello wife-” he chose to instantly joke when diplomats from both sides introduced them and offered a bright smile as he kissed her knuckles. Let Urther disapprove of his jest, Arthur was getting tired of titles and constant bowing. “Yes, yes we both have such impressive titles. Such important people we are, good for us. “By the Gods you are beautiful, well, I feel a whole lot more optimistic about this union as it is. Titles are impressive but, you know, i’m relieved you’re not a troll. Makes spending the rest of my life dedicated to you easier if I can look at you easily right?” he joked again and Urther this time chose to smack him in the back of the head.
“Lady Wyl...delighted. Delighted” he repeated and curtsied all the while still holding the hand he had kissed a few minutes ago. “Feels daft doesn’t it? Milading and your gracing each other when we are to be wed? I say before our whole future is planned, negotiated and sealed as a couple let’s do one thing for ourselves and just be us. Arthur and Isyla...if you would be receptive to that”
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