Thread: A Kingdom for a Song (Wade Amore/Mim)

Cyneric I of England. Prince to the throne, and nicknamed 'Cyneric the Beloved.' But not for the reasons you might suspect. While he was fairly enjoyed by the populace, if only because he looked much handsomer than his father, Cyneric was a hound. He enjoyed the company of women, parties filled with fine wine, and the privileges his royal family riches gave him. For leading a country, Cyneric had no place being near the throne, as he was clueless about politics, and cared little for it. Really, if his siblings got the throne first, fine by him, as long as he kept the riches in return. He wasn't as brattish as his siblings, or as selfish, but he was certainly a naive lad when it came to the manners of others. He treated people well enough that he wouldn't insult them, but things he said sometimes could easily be interpreted as such. If you didn't realize he wasn't too self-aware of himself, you'd think he was worse than his father. At least with Cyneric, his racist views were just misguided, and not deep rooted. He wasn't aware of things outside the kingdom, and had never even traveled that far away from the kingdom. He'd been on a boat out on the waters, but it was never more than a few miles off shore. At 20 years of age, it was time he was to be married, and as per usual, the plan was to marry him to a noble woman of wealth and political influence to the other kingdoms. But two things happened First, Cyneric was caught with one of the house-carers in his bed, by his father, who had come to check up on the boy, since he hadn't been seen all day. Didn't help other nobles were with him when this happened. The marriage was cut off once news reached his fiance. The second thing was Scotland. It was becoming quite abrasive and troublesome, with riots and rebels starting to become more present as the months went on. It was feared a full on rebellion would occur, and manpower was something they could not waste. The war with France was kicking in, and they would need as many troops available as possible. With no wife for his son, and the Scottish people in uproar, a rash decision was made. To calm the populace, an idea was presented where Cyneric would be given a wife of pure Scottish blood. It would be a peasant, one who they could easily use and manipulate to help sway the masses in their favor. If news reached that the prince had married a Scottish pure blood to the masses of Scotland, it could calm the masses down, at least long enough for plans to be made in case of rebellion. Cyneric had no say in the matter, this was all thrusted upon him, though he was more than fine with having a Scottish wife. He just hoped she looked good. He had heard nasty rumors of Scottish women being as ugly as Irish men, and hygiene was none existent. They ate with the horses, and sat on the floor like animals. As time went on, Cyneric worried about the state of his concubine, whether the maids could clean her up proper, or that she would arrive as a hairy beast. Standing in the isles of the chapel, Cyneric was dressed in his best clothing. It was just a few royal guards, a couple members of the family, and most of the windows were closed, with two giving sunlight. Candles burned brightly around the alter, and when Cyneric laid his eyes on Innis, was profoundly impressed. She was stunningly beautiful for certainly. Either the rumors of Scottish peasants were wrong, or the maids had cleaned her up something fancy. Though, even as he looked her over, sending a calming smile her way, he was quick to nitpick how covered her face was in freckles. That was a mild annoyance. It was like looking at Astrological signs in the night, only if the night was day, and the stars were black as night.