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Alive. That's how you felt, rushing past the plains near the border of your kingdom, mounted on your black stallion Demon. From afar you both were an impressive sight to see, Demon's long mane flowing in the wind along with your (h/c) locks, your sword hung to your waist in its scabbard. Every inhabitant in Solance knew of their warrior princess (y/n).
You were the perfect example of a true member of the royal family, the perfect aesthetic features, skills as a warrior as well as the ability to do magic. Every member of the Royal family could do a form of magic, and each of them had an aura of a specific colour. You yourself had two colours to your magic aura, blue for all positive emotions and black for all negative ones.
You looked to the sky, seeing how late it was getting, tugging on the reins to make Demon turn around to the direction of palace before he set off again at a gallop. You smiled, stroking his flank and feeling the strong muscles beneath your fingers, Demon was one of the finest horses around. He had been yours since he was a foal, and you had quite an attachment to him. He was intelligent, as well as being one of the fastest horses in all the nine realms.
The plains slowly started to recede as you saw the outline of the buildings of Solance. The kingdom itself was second in comparison only to Asgard, with beautiful buildings, rich trades and a powerful army, so there was no doubt as to why your kingdom was one of Asgard's closets allies.
You passed the houses and marketplace, heading up towards the hill on which your home was built, so it overlooked the whole kingdom. You reached the pathway reserved for carriages and horses, and let go of the reins, trusting Demon to steer himself up the cobbled path, while you took in the view.
It never ceased to amaze you how beautiful your kingdom was, how perfect every part of it seemed. The buildings were lovely, and beyond the city you could see the plains, and could make out the faint outline of the road used by everyone to travel from your kingdom to Asgard.
The palace itself was a breathtaking sight, made of marble and resting majestically atop the hill. Behind the palace were the great woods, and if you strained your ears you could hear the large waterfall nearby. In your youth you had spent many days exploring the woods and jumping from the top of the waterfall into the icy water below.
Demon made his way to the entrance of the palace and you dismounted, leading him to the stables, smiling at all the other horses in their stalls that nickered their greeting at you. You personally placed Demon into his stall, making sure he had enough hay before turning around to leave when he nudged you on your shoulder. Smiling, you turned around and waved your fingers, a blue mist circling the open palm of your other hand before a red apple appeared on it, which Demon ate happily.
Closing the stall door, you headed back to the palace entrance, before climbing up the marble steps. You walked in the hallways heading to your room, nodding and sending a small smile to the servants who greeted you, since you had told them not to bow to you.
You stopped outside the mahogany doors to your room before stepping inside, and smiled. Your room was unique, the walls were all black, except for one wall that was covered completely in paintings, which you had done one rainy day. The floor was covered in a soft carpet, the fireplace blazing and the large windows showing the perfect view of the waterfall in the woods. There was a shelf of your favourite books you had taken from the library, next to the fireplace where an armchair was kept, a place where you spent winter evenings reading.
Your closet was large and filled with beautiful dresses, as well as riding clothes and battle armour. There was a smaller door in your room that led to your bathroom, that had a large tub as well as scented candles and different aromatic oils and soaps.
Smiling, you sat down on your large bed and as soon as you were about to get comfortable, there was an urgent knocking on the door. You opened it to see a soldier outside, a stiff expression on his face as he said, "My lady, their Royal highnesses have summoned you in the throne room."
You nodded and stepped out of your room, after fixing your windswept hair and removing your sword from your belt. Snapping your fingers, a blue mist surrounded you before your riding pants and plain white shirt disappeared, a light blue dress in their place.
You walked to the throne room, your mind reeling with reasons as to why your parents had called you. Stephan and Isabella were good parents, but better rulers. They made sure the kingdom prospered and there was peace. Due to this, you had been a bit neglected during your childhood, but it had only taught you to be independent. Your father had striking yet handsome features, you got your (e/c) eyes from him, while you had your mothers' beauty.
You walked into the throne room, seeing the decorated walls and the high ceiling, your parents looking regal on their thrones. The room was empty besides you three and you have them a low curtsey, before facing them.
"You both wished to speak to me." You said, raising a questioning brow at them.
They beckoned you closer, and that's when you noticed tears streaming down your mothers pale cheeks, the grave expression on your fathers face. This made you panic.
"What's wrong? Mother why are you crying? Father, why won't you answer?" You asked frantically, feeling something horrible was taking place, the feeling so strong tears had already started to well in your eyes.
Your father took a deep breath, steeled his jaw before speaking, "Its your elder brother, Daniel. The squadron he was leading against the northern rouges was attacked, and he was killed. His funeral will be held in two days time, as soon as his body arrives here."
After saying this your fathers stony facade broke, large tears streaming down his cheeks as well, while your mothers sobs intensified. It took you a few moments to process it. Your elder brother, with his kind eyes and caring nature, was dead.
The shock and grief gripped you and you sank to your knees on the cold marble ground, numb. Suddenly you let out a gut-wrenching scream of pain before starting to sob. Your brother, your guardian and protector, the one who had kept you company during your lonely childhood, the one who had taught you how to ride, how to use a sword, taught you how to shoot an arrow, he was gone.
You kept crying, all three of you behind closed doors, because in front of everyone else you all would have to put on a strong front. The heir to the throne was dead, what would become of the kingdom? The people were sure to panic, and your family had to be the one to steer out of this crisis and ensure the kingdom had a future. And your father already had an idea in mind.