Thread: Burgeoning Dreams of Steam and Magic [-:IronicallyHaru:-]

I do not think you understand where I am coming from. Ravness attempted to reason with her mother, standing up as she placed two firm palms on her desk. It is unfair to choose whom I will spend the rest of my days with. Ive said this since the very beginning. She narrowed her eyes keenly, meaning every word that flowed from her lips. Dear, weve discussed this already. If you want to ensure the Kingdom will stay strong then it is best to marry Prince Jasper . The Queen spoke in authority, swirling around her wine glass filled with the richest of wine in the Kingdom. Pursing her lips she would tip her glass to indulge in a sip of satisfaction, setting it down politely on the table. I want what is best for you and your homeland. We dont want to waste our work over a mere disagreement, right dear? Ravness blinked blankly at her mothers response. I am stunned that you didnt feel the same away about your own arranged marriage. Perhaps the fortune was all that was seen in your eyes. She wrinkled her nose in distaste before she pivoted around, taking her leave as she slammed the door behind her. Not always has Ravness been this vivacious. Never before has she objected to her arranged marriage that was already decided at the young age of twelve, the betrothal taking place when she turned twenty as she is now. Three years after the choice was made was when everything had changed. Stafngrimr, her identical brother, had swept her off from her tiny toes. The connection the two had was something they could never find in someone else, whether that be from being siblings or sharing the same womb at the same time. For ages she ached for her brother, but how would someone approach their own sibling to express their everlasting love? It was a difficult situation, but once the two sat together and explained themselves at the age of fifthteen everything pieced itself together. Little did she know he felt the same way and it made the ordeal easygoing. But for something so taboo it had to be kept secretive. With gritted fists Ravness stormed the hallways, heels digging into the cement flooring and eyes fixated on what was ahead. If it was possible steam would be erupting from her ears, but her face was as red as a ripened tomato. Approaching her bedroom she would open the door swiftly, also slamming it shut behind her as she had done previously. The stressed girl groaned in frustration as her back slapped against the door, sliding down before resting her rear on the floor. She cupped her face in her palms, shaking her head in disbelieve that her heart would be forced to be taken by a man she did not love. It felt as if her world was crashing downwards, spiraling into a chaotic mess where she had no control over. She was caught in the middle of her own dismay until a fragile but firm knock rang the wooden door, Ravness instantly perking up with delight. Only one person knocked on her door in that manner and it was her cherished brother. Quickly she stood on her feet once more, happily opening the door to grant him access inside of her bedroom. She closed it once he stepped foot in the room. Stafngrimr, I missed you so much. I assume youre here for the same situation, huh? She cocked her head to the side before taking a seat on the bench that was stationed at the edge of her bed. Come here and have a seat with me, we should talk about a few things. She patted the empty space residing beside her, eyes gleaming with compassion and love.