Archer has always known what is expected of him. He accepts to be betrothed to a woman, he doesn't know, for the sake of the kingdom. An alliance between the two kingdoms is needed to fight off the rebels. He goes to great lengths to win the affection of his betrothed. Adalia doesn't want to be an ornament. She wants to be a strong queen, who joins her army in battles. But she is a princess. The only thing expected of her is to be beautiful and reproduce one heir after another. Adalia goes to Archer's kingdom ready to accept her fate. But when she runs into Xander her childhood crush, she commits to marrying him instead of the future King.
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My little brother Noel was born yesterday. His birth brings the tally to six boys and three girls. I think father is making certain that there is an heir and a spare (and a few spares for both the heir and the spare). I remember when I figured out my role in this world, as the future king of the Northern kingdom. My eyes took everything in and out of the white crystal palace. At first I only knew one color, white the royal color. Especially since everyone with royal blood is dressed in white plus, the palace decor was white.Anyway back to my growing family, my little sister and brother want to join me in my next battle or ambush against the rebels. I do admire their courage, but I feel that they will hasten my demise. The big brother in me will not allow my siblings to go out in the battle field unprotected. They will only serve as a distraction. But even if I die there are eight other royals eligible for the crown.Tomorrow we are meeting with the royals from the South Kingdom. Their women are coming in to see the new baby, while the men will be planning ways to rid ourselves of the rebel nuisance. I never considered that there was anyone more beautiful than my mother, but I have heard stories of the queen Liora and her awestruck beauty. It is said that their daughter, Adalia, bears her mother’s good looks and her father’s bravery and courage. The whole royal family will be here tomorrow; I will get a chance to dispute or confirm the rumors. Especially since Adalia is to be my bride.Archer*“Archer!”
He heard his father call for him from the hallway.In a rush Archer closed his diary and tucked it under his bed- he was sure his father would think that chronicling his every thought and emotion was feminine -and then in a swift move, he placed his sword in its sheath and ran out into the hallway. Shoulders out, back straight, chin out and his right hand gingerly but firmly placed on the silver jeweled hilt of his sword, he stepped before the king.“Your highness, you called for me?” He stood before his king. He gazed upon him but not directly in his eyes, careful not to disrespect him.“There you are. Have you gotten your gift for the King and his Queen?” His eyes were slowly taking in his son’s appearance and posture. With that knowledge, Archer stiffened his spine. “As the heir and future King of the North you must retain the amicable relationship we have with the Kingdom of the South,” Lionell rested his arm on his son’s shoulder, as they walked down the hall towards the throne room. “Remember our plight with the rebels. In order to protect this realm, we have to be strong. We cannot allow an invasion. I think we have learned about strength in numbers, especially from Earth.”“Yes father,” who could forget the invasion Earth had to fight off, in 2022, when their realm clashed with the Cyclops. It was disastrous, but the humans won in the end due to alliances. “I had the blacksmiths mold a sword for the King and I got a black silk cloth embroidered with gold string for the queen. Will that suffice, or should I get something else?”He stood aside letting his father go before him into the throne room. He was careful not to mention the princess. Archer wasn’t sure if the marriage would still take place. It was a political, tactical move. But if the rebels withdraw, there would be no need for a marriage. So he didn’t mention her.“You did well my son. This will be your event to host as the eldest son. You must make sure that the princess is satisfied. She has a very short temper,” he tapped his jaw with his finger, an amused look on his face.The princess, Archer thought. He still had to please her, amuse her. But from what he had heard about her, no precious embroidered cloth would do. Not even the most precious stones from his mother’s, the queen, own collection would satisfy her. He thought of what he held precious to him, his bow and arrow. What if he forged a weapon for her himself? That would surely please her.“I have been told. Everything is ready for the King, Queen and their six children. Trust me father, tomorrow will be a good day,” he bowed before the throne as his father sat down.“Where is Doran? I hope he is aware of tomorrow’s meeting?”“Yes your majesty,” Archer’s address to his father changed whenever he was on his throne. He was now his king first and his father second.“You have done well my son. Now let us hope that the South will be willing to join us in our fight against the rebels.” Lionell waved him away.“You’re Majesty,” Archer bowed down once more, backpedaling, never showing the King his back as he headed out the door.“Son?” Lionell called out.“Yes Sire,” Archer lifted his gaze.“Make sure that you are in good terms with the princess. If we have to make an alliance, it would mean a marriage between the two of you.”“Of course you’re majesty. I will do my duty to the Northern Kingdom,” with one last bow Archer left his father alone with his thoughts.Archer headed for the blacksmiths, and then later, he would head to the royal jeweler. If there was the surety of a marriage between him and Adalia, he had better get to work on the sword. Black diamonds and gold on the hilt, silver and platinum on the blade, it would be magnificent.“Archer?” Novia, his younger sister and second in line to the throne ran up to him.“Hey Novia what is it?” Archer adored all his siblings; to him they were an extension of who he was. Novia especially, she was witty and a tad bit vain, but dangerous with a blade. Novia as a princess in full silk ball gowns was a huge contradiction to the armor and sword she wielded during mock battle.“Mother would like to have a word with you,” she wrapped her arm around her brother’s waist and leaned on him as they walked.“Is Mother alright, where is she?” He was worried; his mother’s health had suffered after the birth of the youngest prince. It took her days to get back on her feet. But even now though she seemed fine, she was still weak.“She is fine and is out in the garden with the baby. She wants to talk to you about the royal visit tomorrow.”“Father already spoke to me about that. Everything is ready for their arrival.”They walked to the garden and found the Queen with her three younger children. Queen Ilana looked well and her once pale skin was burning pink. She was beautiful, her sandy blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight and her delicate body was wrapped in swirling white silk. She was as delicate as a flower.“Mother, Novia said you wanted to see me,” he kissed the back of her hand in respect and adulation.“Has your father talked to you about your possible marriage?” She balanced the baby in one arm while the other stroked her son’s hair in adoration.“Marriage? What marriage?” Novia interrupted.Archer chocked on the shock clotting in his throat. He always felt like he was suffocating when they spoke of his marriage. His hand rested on his neck, just to make sure the noose wasn’t there already. Of course he wouldn’t leave the palace, but bringing someone new in his little private bubble disturbed him. Although he wanted what Ilana and Lionell had, the companionship and support from a loved one, he wasn’t sure if he would love her as much as his parents loved each other.“Your brother may be engaged to Princess Adalia by tomorrow evening,” Ilana rocked the sleeping baby in her arms.“I wouldn’t mind getting married to Prince Randi. I hear his beauty leaves women blinded with love for him,” Novia twirled her blonde hair around her finger a dreamy look on her face. “Besides I don’t think Adalia will marry. She acts more like a gladiator than she does a princess.”“You wield a sword and carry a dagger in your stockings, does that make you a barbarian,” Archer came in Adalia’s defense even though he hadn’t seen her before. But he would have to get used to defending her, coming to her aid if she was to be his Queen.“I’m just saying. Mother, if the princess doesn’t want to marry my brother I will marry hers,” she cooed as her mind raveled back into her fantasies.She slipped on her white dress and put the veil over her head. Adalia didn’t let her mother talk her into wearing her diamond tiara. She wanted to get married as she was, not as a state symbol but just as a girl. She waited outside the chapel doors her flowers in her hands. When the doors flew open she took one step at a time to the altar where Archer waited for her.He was in his royal attire, clean shaven, his hair cut short. He looked just like she had seen him the first time. Adalia thought about all the times that she could have lost him that this day seemed to be more like a dream than anything else. His face radiated a smile as she walked up to him. He was going to be her husband and she couldn’t be happier.Once they had taken their vows, Archer and Adalia ran to the balcony. She pulled off her veil and let her hair loose. Archer combed his fingers through her thick raven hair as it flew in the wind.“You want to fly with me?” he took off his jacket and tossed it on
Xander felt like he had lost everything with Archer’s return. He went out to the palace gates and asked the rebels to fall back. He had a new plan. But this time he didn’t expect to come back after it was executed. He sent word to Archer and Adalia to meet him at the South gates. His need for power disappeared the second he walked into the chapel to find Archer and Adalia joined. Now all he wanted was revenge. Archer had robbed him of everything he wanted, while Adalia had watched and laughed in his face. Xander took several breaths to calm his unraveling nerves. He vowed to come out on top. They were going to regret ever mocking him.***“Are you sure about this?” Adalia knew Archer was more comfortable with leaving Adalia back safely at home while he faced Xander by himself. She knew something was up when the rebels suddenly pulled back. She had no doubt it was they did so under Xander’s instructions. “I don’t want you put in any
This wasn’t the wedding she wanted. It felt forced, unreal. But she couldn’t say no either. The rebels at the palace walls told her so. For the sake of her people she needed to commit to this shoddy matrimony. Maybe later she and Archer could have a real bonding ceremony.“I do,” the words left her lips without a thought. And in a second she was out of Conan’s arms and into Archer’s. She stared into his eyes as he looked down at her. His touch fired the senses, his voice as though drifting on a magical breeze as he said. “I love you.”“I love you too,” she didn’t sound as melodic as he did. Her voice came out as a bare whisper, hoarse and scratchy to the throat. But Archer didn’t seem to mind. The gentle pressure of his lips against hers rendered her mind senseless. There was no more thinking, all she was capable of was feeling and she loved each and every moment of it. When he pulled away, a tentative
“Father,” Adalia smiled at him. She sat next to him on the bed and held onto his hand. “I don’t blame you. But I think that it would be best if I chose m own husband from now on.”“You are my little diamond, you know that right?” His palm cupped her face and Adalia leaned into it. “I would never make a decision that would harm you.”“I know daddy.”“Your highness,” Adalia turned just in time to see Conan send a way a guard that she never knew had joined them. Conan’s brow drew together in a formidable frown, as his fingers curled around the hilt of his sword. “The rebels have formed a front line, just outside the palace walls.”“And where is Xander? Adalia rose from the bed, and with three large strides she was at Conan’s side.“He is with the palace guards. Apparently he is forming a defensive line,” Adalia could see the doubt and disbelie
Adalia drew in a long breath when Xander stopped in front of her. Her fingers curled around the hilt of the sword, ready to pull it out on command and relieve Xander of his head. Archer put his hand over hers reminding her of the plan. Her heart still frozen in her chest she bit into her lower lip and let out a long breath.“I need to speak to you,” Xander shot darts of hatred at Archer, every look in his eyes telling him to leave them.Archer wasn’t sure that Adalia would be able to keep her cool. He wasn’t sure she would be able to refrain herself from killing Xander right in the very spot he stood in. But he had to trust her. He excused them but didn’t go very far. He stood in a corner next to Samson.“What’s going on?” he asked when he saw the intense hatred Adalia was staring Xander down with.“I told her that it was Xander who tried to kill me, who wants to kill her father,” his eyes didn&rsq
Xander was at the palace walls. He had one more contact in the palace he was sure wouldn’t let him down. He had to send word to the rebels outside the palace. He had to postpone his plan to attack because right now everyone was waiting for them. They needed to catch them by surprise, especially now that Archer had arrived with an army of his own.He was cursing Archer’s return, wishing that he had driven his blade a little further into his body, and then maybe he would have died. But he needed to get back to Adalia’s side, play the concerned fiancé and hopefully push their marriage through.***“Adalia are you sure you are up to this,” Lionell could see the exhausted look on her face and so could everyone else.“You need to get some sleep sister,” Randi held her up by her arm.“I’m fine,” she mumbled.“When was the last time you slept?” Archer spotted the dark rings under her
“Archer?” Adalia asked a silent question that only he could answer.Unable to contain his feelings anymore, he rushed to her and held her tightly in his arms. At first she didn’t reciprocate the hug. He could feel her uncertainty, her fear. So he said. “Feel my heart beat for you. Fell my arms around you, my breath on your cheek,” he kissed her. “My kiss on your lips. I’m real and I am never going to leave you.”Adalia felt her body collapse. She tried to wrap her arms around him but she couldn’t. There was no strength left inside her feeble body and there was barely and breath left inside her soul. She felt her body give in and the darkness took her.Archer stared into her face. He was taken in by how peaceful she looked immobile. Without a single expression on her face, he could see her; her lips, her rosy cheeks and her still eyes. But his moment was cut into when Xander appeared.“What did you do to
Adalia walked out of her room, she didn’t wait for the royal band to serenade her, or for the flowers to be laid in her path. She matched out in her dress, without any make up or jeweler. She held her hair in a ponytail and placed her tiara on top of her head.“Adalia?” her mother asked her eyes wide in terror.“Let’s get this over with mother,” she walked into the chapel. She saw Xander waiting for her and she marched down the aisle. As people stood up and started clapping she shushed them. “Stop, sit down let’s get this over and done with.”The room fell silent as she made her way to the alter. “Xander.”“Adalia, you look beautiful.”“Liar,” she stood next to him, half paying attention to everything the priest said half wanting a wind to blow through the palace and blow her away.“Princess would you like to make your vows to Xander,” the priest asked.
Liora found her daughter sitting next to the window as the first ray of sunlight slithered into her room. She didn’t look like she had had a wink of sleep.“Do you want to take a nap first?” She took her by the shoulders and led her to the bed.“Just five minutes, then I have to get married to Archer,” she moaned.“Xander,” her mother corrected.“Yes Xander,” Adalia pulled the covers over her head and closed her eyes.***Archer, Samson and a couple of men from the colony hid in the bushes outside the palace walls. They had been waiting there the whole night. At first they had planned to invade the castle in the dark but their numbers were nothing compared to the place guards that marched and flew over and around the palace walls.They slept outside, but Archer couldn’t sleep. His arms itched for Adalia especially since she was only a few footsteps away from her. Being so close he felt his
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