the viking princess had been starving the whole journey from their ship to the carriages to the elegant and shiny palace. too shiny. how has no one stolen the gold from it? the announcements and formalities were--- tiring. and boring. and she almost burst out laughing when her stomach growled loudly in front of the exchange of her father and the overly dressed sun king. why did he wear so many colors?
so instead of mingling, which she really didn’t want to do, and avoiding her father trying to introduce her to her betrothed; the crown prince of austria. ; she rushed to the dining hall. she wanted to scream and pull out all her hair on the way over when she was told she’d be married before the month is over. she didn’t want to marry. she’d rather die old and alone. or in battle.
sitting at the table, she stared down at the food. grabbing a plate and helping herself to the feast, she dig in, only to stop. “what is this... slop?” she growled, other princesses looking at her like a barbarian. taking her spoon, she glared at the perfect princesses before dripping the slop- actually fancy delicious french soup; into the dish before flicking it at them.