The Masked King and The Shield Maiden.
Medieval Setting, Medieval Konig, Chapter One.. Chapter Two
Royal!Fem! OC x Royal!Konig
Summary- The year is 1551, Evening Star (December 15th)
Our Beloved King Sargon crowned 10 years ago, during his reign his beloved wife had given birth to daughter. With all the love and support from his fellow subjects. A feast was held for his daughter.
As all of his daughters became of age. King Sargon oldest daughter had taken an interest in the art of war.
King Sargon and his beloved kingdom fall into turmoil when the very safety of his people are put in danger.
credit to Gif by scarlet-and-black
Evening Star, 15th Loredas
Watching the snow fall on the battlefield we have finally won this grueling war. Watching her father in the distance cheering with his fellow Knights. This war that had raged on for so long, it is finally over, but the victory is shorted lived. In the distance her trusted friend Sir Johnny (soap) approaches with a letter addressed to her and the King. Waiting patiently Arwen trembles with fear of the contents of the letter.
Looking over the letter it has her mother red seal on it. Receiving a letter from her mother is never a good sign.
Sighing heavily she drops her shoulders, with a fake smile plastered to her dirty face she thanks Sir Johnny.
Holding the letter in her hands she makes the walk to her father who stands with his right hand man Sir Ghost.
"Father"
sighing heavily but softly her heartbeat quickens. Looking down at the ground the sounds of the bloody mud beneath her boots squelch. Biting back her tears she knows the day has finally come. The ending of the war only meant one thing for her.
6 Months Before Her father read the letter many times before yelling in the main hall throwing his chalice of wine. Arwen with her five sisters stood behind their mother. Watching their father scold obscenity's into the fire. Looking into the flames King Sargon spat into the fire looking over to his wife he sighed softly watching her for a moment he turned away walking to the balcony. Leaning over the stone walls he sighed heavily looking over his kingdom. He was angry with his wife but it was necessary for his daughters to marry. King Sargon was very protective of his daughters. In his eyes no man was good enough for his wild flowers.
Her mother's marriage proposal to another Kingdom. The infamous Masked Austrian King. Before leaving her home they received a letter regarding a marriage proposal. A proposal that would unite the two kingdoms as one. "My beautiful daughters we are to be visited by our neighboring King. The man with no face. The Austrian King.""He is coming here for a meeting in hopes of an alliance between our kingdoms. Your lovely mother here, has sent word to him about my rare beautiful daughters are of age to be wedded.""Arwen my wild flower, I cannot keep you at my side on this one. You must take a husband. Just like your mother and sisters your marriage will be arranged, but he will choose which of my wildflowers he will pluck out of this kingdom." "My beautiful wildflowers"
"Father, why must I take a husband when I'm quite capable of taking care of myself and this kingdom. I have fought many wars with you, father. I have spilt blood for this Kingdom.""I don't want to be married off like defenseless maiden. I am a shield maiden. I have proven my worth on the battlefield. No man will take away my freedom. If they so wish to make me, they will kneel before me with my blade piercing their flesh." "I cannot agree to this madness.
Walking to her father she stood tall. Waiting for an answer she laid her hand gently on his shoulder. Feeling her hand on his shoulder, tears filled his eyes. Inhaling slowly he chewed his inner cheek before speaking. Looking ahead of him he looked into the stained glass windows. Seeing his daughter's reflections made his heart break. Listening to her voice break he had to be strong. With a deep exhale he stood up straight wiping the stray tears off his cheeks he spoke loud.
"Father please." Her voice breaking with stray tears that danced on the rim of her eyes she waited for an answer.
"Arwen! My decision is final!." The sound of King Sargon voice echoed through the main hall scaring the servants. He didn't turn around to face to his daughter. He feared that looking into her eyes his heart would break into million of pieces. "Then so be it! The gods can damn me for all I care!"
Arwen stormed out of the main hall with tears in her eyes, pushing past Sir Ghost and Soap. She grabbed her bow, quiver and dagger running past all the servants she ran out to the fields. Running through the fields she ran till her legs gave out.
"This isn't fair. why should I give up my life to be wedded to a Brute of a King. To have my freedom taken from me."
Looking to the sky then the horizon she wept. Behind her she heard someone approaching. The sounds of multiple hooves galloping towards her.
"m'lady" "Princess Arwen, don't run off like that without an escort to keep you safe." "There are plenty of bandits and your father's enemies that are at bay waiting to strike.
She chuckled softly looking at her slightly calloused hands. Feeling the breeze on her face. Smiling slightly looking up to meet Sir Ghost black veil that covers his face. Wiping her face she sniffles softly, adjusting herself, she sits down comfortably on the grass. Looking to Ghost she smiles at him while he surveys the area around them.
"Sir Ghost you worry too much I can handle myself. I've seen hell before and I've narrowly escaped deaths grasp one to many times." "m'lady, your luck just might run out if you run off without an escort to keep you safe. And if may speak out of line. I know you've been to war and back but my job is to keep you and your sisters safe." "I swore an oath to your father that I will keep you safe and alive and your dignity intact for your future husband." "I relieve you of your duties Sir Ghost. For I will not be needing your services. And my dignity intact you can not speak of that okay. Being a virgin enough is embarrassing to speak of in front of my parents. But most of all you Sir Ghost.
Taking her shoe off she casted it in his direction hit the back of his head she runs off into field laughing. As she runs through the field she caresses the wildflowers and blades of grass on her fingertips. not far behind her, Sir Ghost is holding her shoe on horse back chasing her down. The sounds of his muttering is lost in the sounds of the hooves trotting on the ground.
Present Day
"A letter from mother."
Arwen calls out to her father waving the letter over her head. watching her father walk over to her, with a smirk on his face. Sighing softly she fakes a smile for her beloved father. Straightening her posture she nods to Sir Ghost and Soap to give them some privacy.
King Sargon sees his wildflower expression change immediately as she looks at the sealed letter from her mother. Exhaling loudly through his nose he tries his best to comfort his daughter.
Embracing his daughter he places his hand behind her back as they walk to his tent to open the letter together.
"Father, I uh......."
"Father why do I have marry someone I do not know......"
"Wildflower.....my daughter this is how it is done. We keep the bloodline of royalty clean. Your mother's marriage to me was arranged by her parents. I wish I could protect you from all of this but I can't. you must wed to someone that will watch over you and our kingdom when I am gone."
"I love you my wildflower. I love your mother and your sisters so much that is why I will try my best to find suitable husband for you my child."
"Please child do this for me. My wildflower, I am dying. I fear this maybe my last winter."
"Father, last winter."
"Your mother and I have talked about this for quite sometime but deep down I wish it had never come to this. The King with no face I heard rumors of him about his kingdom. From what Sir Ghost has found out about him, he has had many proposals from many neighboring holds and Kingdoms but to no avail he's declined every offer. We had hoped that he would decline our offer but he accepted it.
I was the one that had your mother write that letter to him. And with my dying wish he is to take one of you to be his wife. As long as I have a successor to usurp the throne I will know that my daughters and my wife will be safe from invaders."
Shaking her head in disbelief Arwen looks to her father with tears in her eyes. Biting back her sobs she rushes to her father side. Holding him tightly, burying her face into his shoulder she weeps.
King Sargon holds his daughter tightly. Tears rushing down his cheeks he hums softly to his daughter as she wails into her father's shoulder.
"My child look upon me please. We still haven't opened the letter."
"Please open that letter. What did mother have say while we were fighting for the kingdom."
Watching her father cut the seal, unfolding the letter she bites down on her lips.
"My child we are to make our way home. The Austrian King has arrived two days prior he waits for us to return. It says he has met your sisters but is eager to meet the oldest child that fights along side her father."
"it states that he has also will bring gifts. And dress is to be tailored for your sisters as soon as we return. We must make haste my child your mother awaits."
Standing in disbelief her father walks past her leaving her alone in the tent.
The world around her starts to crumble to pieces.
Later in the night she lies awake in her father's tent listening to him snore. The last conversation she had with him still buzzing in her mind. This was her father last dying wish, she thought over and over in her mind could she do this. Be married to a King when her heart belong to someone else.
How could she go through such a thing.
Sitting up on her bed she rubbed her tired eyes. Staring down at her feet she felt trapped.
She paced the tent back and forth thinking of her decision she decided to leave. Being married off wasn't an option for her.
With a quill in hand she wrote a letter for her father.
Kissing the letter she held it to her heart.
"Forgive me father"
Placing the letter in on his chest she grabbed her gear and supplies. Looking to her father once again, taking one last long look at him. Listening to the patrol pass her tent she sneaks out the back side of the tent to avoid Sir Ghost.
Silently slipping away into the night she runs on foot away from the camp.
But this escape doesn't go unnoticed by Sir Ghost.
Perched up in the trees he watches her escape into the woods.
Sighing heavily he shakes his head. He calls over Johnny. Heading him his gear only taking a bow and sword with him he follows Arwen on foot into the forest.
Sir Johnny watches Ghost disappear into the woods.
The next morning King Sargon wakes up to find a letter left by his daughter. Sitting in disbelief he is approached by Sir Johnny.
"My Lord, Sir Ghost has gone after her."
"Leave her be she always had a way with coming back. As a child she always had that ability to shape shift. She was born of human flesh but on her 16th birthday on full moon my beloved daughter shape shifted into a ravenous wild bear. To say the least it is my curse, By the nines my daughters carry this curse with them."
King Sargon sighs softly coughing into his handkerchief looking at the contents of the cloth he closes it, throwing it onto the flames it burns.
Deep Into The Woods
Arwen runs till she can't no more. Sighing and screaming swinging her blade about she cries to the wind. Scolding her mother's name to the winds. Sir Ghost emerges from the woods walking tall he walks over to her. Patting her shoulder gently he takes the blade from her slowly. Sheathing the blade he pats her back.
"Lady Arwen we must return."
Sir Ghost waits beside her he keeps his slience as Arwen cries and her stifled sobs come to a complete halt before she speaks she looks to the sky.
"Ghost, what do you know of this King with No Face?"
Sir Ghost sighs softly with a loud inhale he looks down to Arwen. Holding his hand out to her he gently lifts her back to her feet. Dusting her off he nod to her and they began walking back in the direction they came.
"My lady, not as much as I would like but I can find out more about him if you wish my lady. For all I know that he has the second largest Kingdom compared to your father. I know nothing of any prior marriages he has had in the past. Believe me my lady I have been with your father on countless battles in the past. The day of your training I was the one who overlooked all of your training. Sir Johnny was appointed to be the one to watch over you on the battlefield. Your Father loves you and wants only what's best for you my lady. But my lady I pledge my sword to your father. But with my blood oath I swore to your father to guard your secret and to protect you with my life. You have my word. In this life and the next. Sir Johnny and Myself will guide and protect you."
Walking back to her father's encampment Arwen looked at the trees. Sighing softly she wiped the stray tears from her eyes. Sighing with defeat Arwen looked at her hands accepting the fact her life or one of her sisters lives were gonna change forever. The sound of the snow crunching under their boots. The gray clouds in the north had already started to roll in. Looking at Sir Ghost in front of her she exhaled grabbing her cloak tightly to herself she ran to catch up to him. Walking beside him she looked ahead with a heavy heart she didn't want to return.
Back Home at her father's kingdom her mother was in the process of getting her sisters ready for the return of their father and their oldest sister.
The Austrian King had heard on the winds of the King who hid away his wildflowers. This he had to see for himself. All the letters he had received were all marriage proposals. Each of them he had read but only one had stuck out to him. The letter that had a red seal of the mighty Grizzly Bear. The letter that was hidden below all the other kingdoms. To his surprise he was a little shock to see a letter from that kingdom had made its way to him. The feel of the letter was different from the other. Upon opening the letter his senses were filled with a floral scent. The scent of flowers held in that letter. He held the letter to the sun. The paper was made with wildflowers. Small pieces of purple flowers imbedded into the paper.