Old Victorian Medieval Love A Princess Falling For The NonAverage Prince Chapter One

A Princess Falling For The NonAverage Prince

Chapter One

Dear Dairy, 708A.D.

It’s the year 708, and everything has been quiet and calm, that is awfully strange. The kingdoms in the lands have stopped attacking, and are making a plea to my father, being for forgiveness and to have a treaty of peace and alliance with my father. Of course my father excepted even though I don’t trust it, those men have fought with us, though they do have new kings in the throne so maybe they are trying to fix the bad blood. My brother Dachi is now the king after our father had just recently died from tripping over his own feet falling on his own sword while training. It’s a terrible loss but life still goes on, and today my brothers and I are going to read his will and see what is to be done, and what he has left us with. I bid you farewell for now for now I must go getting ready to receive the news of what my fathers will has instructed.

Sincerely,

Lady Nabru Cytherian

Placing my feathered pen down onto the leather book, I have closed on my wooden desk, looking out the large open balcony windows, the sun shining bright making the shadows disappear feeding the earth the rich lush spring plants with it rays feeding them the light they need to survive, a soft wind cool breeze pushes past the satin red curtains cooling the room off with a swift sigh of its breath. A smell of lavender filling the air from the wild lavender flowers out in the garden just below my room, the soft moving water of the waterfall falling into the creek flows through the garden, such a amazing scene to see especially when the sun sets. Looking towards the double oak doors standing up elegantly gliding towards them lifting the heavy satin dress up being careful not to ruin the beautiful dress, the blood red color of the Victorian gown elegantly floating down from my hips in a poof out a large red flower upside down so to speak, the bust is of a hand made contour piece, the cloth moves in and out like a basket though it is horizontal stopping just underneath of my breasts then the straps move up covering my breast though show a small bit of cleavage. My pitch black curly hair falls in curls of black to my wide hips some put up wrapping around my head tied in the back a few strands of hairs fall in my face falling into bluish greenish eyes, my small nose wrinkling up, my pouty lips puckering out as my stomach does flips, my mouth watering as I rush over to the balcony throwing up what was left of the caviar that I had last night at my brothers wedding. Sighing whipping my mouth with the back of my hand, once again going to the oak doors, slowly opening them walking down the red carpeted marble floor, running a small pale hand over the cream colored wall making my way down the corridor touching the wood railing of the steps descending down them, with my free hand picking the dress up watching carefully as I stepping down being sure I don’t fall, and trip over my dress. Looking up from the floor meeting eyes with a man I never seen before till just now. Tilting my head a bit looking at him, my bright bluish greenish eyes outlined in black stare at this man with wonderment in my eyes. His icy bluish silver eyes look back at me, his slicked back chestnut hair falling into his face hiding his eyes a bit, his square jaw clenched tight seeming stiff. “Ah here you are, dearest sister,” my brother smiled walking down the steps in his attire, a dark blue tunic, with black metal braises his leather boots clicking on the marble steps kissing my cheeks greeting me as I do the same. “Ah you are early,” my brother notices the man greeting him with a strong shake of hands. “Oh this is my lovely sister, Nabru. Nabru this is Lord Daemion,” my brother introduced us. He grabbed my hand kissing the top of it gently smiling up at me, “It iz a pleazure to meet you, madam.” His voice silky with a slight French tone to his speech. “Aye it is a pleasure to meet you as well,” I retorted smiling back at him, my voice soft yet strong and demands to be heard. Daemion smiles at me as he stands back up to his normal height looking at my brother, “You zaid zhe waz beautiful, I have to differ zhe iz outstandingly beautiful.” I blush a bit looking at my brother who stands there looking a bit dazed, “Aye she is, now if you would wait in my study I have to read my fathers will, I shall be right up when we are finished.” Daemion nodded walking away up the stairs elegantly walking linked arm in arm with my brother heading down to our father’s study, waiting for the news of our father’s will.

Sitting down in the oak chair, looking down at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing in the world letting the priest we allowed in our home read the will out loud to us, though I just tuned most of it out but one part that caught my attention. “My daughter Nabru my request is for you to marry the man I picked out for you and live a happy safe life.” I stood from my chair, “Excuse me, what does that say? Give it to me.” Snatching the paper from the man’s old wrinkled hands reading it over and over. “Oh god no!”
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