Thread: ::Jealousy is Thicker than Blood::

Saintclair sighed as he found himself staring down the general of Ghaiel with his own small force standing guard behind him. A carriage pulled onto the scene with its own small force of elite cavalry. A noblemen exited the vehicle. Not soon after the King made his entrance. I'm glad you've made it safely. The king of Ghaiel announced as he motioned Saintclair and his associate to follow behind. Inside the castle they took refuge in the banquet hall where a feast had been awaiting them. My daughter will be down momentarily. She should be just about done packing her things. The King announced as servants pulled back chairs for his guest. Saintclair looked around as he accepted freshly poured wine from a maid. My Liege... The noblemen breathed before he took a seat. My King has informed me that we will be able to move our forces out on this day. In accordance with our treaty, the marriage of both parties will promote a permanent cease party on both sides. Peace will be restored to both our kingdoms and we will proceed to phase two. Yes... the king added with a smile. We will produce new and improved trading routes and you will reduce the taxes on weapons and food. Haven't these things already been mapped out? I'm going to go and assemble my men. We are all anxious to go home. I will meet you and the Princess outside for our departure. Please sign whatever you need to and do it quickly. With a bow Prince Saintclair excused himself from the room. He'd never been one for politics. He'd been bred for war and at the moment he wasn't sure what he was sick of the most. He just wanted to go home. The tension was driving him absolutely insane. ---------2 days later-------- Father you can't be serious. If you forfeit this marriage Erin you're handing over your position of power to your brother. I never cared about the throne anyway. He's the first born I don't understand why in the hell you would want me. We raised Saintclair to be the warrior... We raised you to be king. Two halves of the same coin--I guess... His father was being unreasonable. His brother...even more so difficult. If he was supposedly the warrior in the family shouldn't he be anxious to shed a little blood? Shit, it'd been more than a couple of years since the last civil war. Now an impending war between their kingdom and another was struggling to break out and somehow the warrior of all people had the nerve to want peace with a place far less intelligent. If he wasn't already head over heels for the woman he was currently dealing with, he would marry the wench just to burn their kingdom to the ground. No matter how Erin felt about anything, his Father had already sent for the Princess and she would be there any minute. From what his Father had told him, Saintclair was escorting her back. Do you really have to do this babe? Erin couldn't help a smile as his woman in red threw herself onto him dramatically. He smiled as he swept her tiny frame up off the ground and into his strong arms. His brother wasn't the only one strong enough to protect their kingdom. Carrying her over to his large bed he threw her onto it. No. Don't you worry your pretty little head my darling. . . I'm going to bang your brains out and when that little whore of a Princess arrives, I'll tell her straight to her face I want nothing to do with her or our kingdoms' plan for peace. If it all went to hell he had a plan for that as well. But, he wouldn't think about that until after he finished with the woman beneath him. ---An hour later--- A grand celebration was going on when Saintclair arrived home. His Father had planned to wed Erin and the Princess that day. His Mother was obviously the one he'd gotten his patience from. He understood his Father's angle however, Erin was a loose cannon and always had been. For the longest he'd wondered why their parents chose to give his younger sibling the position he deserved--the position that was his right from birth. Alas, he no longer had to worry about it all. Once his kin was married off to the woman beside him he would be free to finally rest.