Thread: The Princess of Wolves  (Dawnbreaker x *Velvet~Lust*)

It was twenty-two years ago that she was born the first-born child of the King and Queen of a small kingdom in the areas that would one day become Korea. It was a joyous time for the kingdom, their princess born healthy and their Queen still living after her birth. Though the King had wanted his first born to be a son, a successor to the Kingdom, all it took was to hold his baby girl for but a moment for any disappointment to wash away in her beautiful brown eyes. It was also at this time that the captain of the Royal Guard began trying to conceive a child of his own, a son whom he would one day train to become the Princesss personal bodyguard. It would be four years before the Guard-Captains wife became pregnant with his child and much to his own disappointment, his child was also destined to also be a girl. He could wait no longer the Princess was growing up before the kingdoms eyes. Already she had grown into a happy and excitable toddler, waddling around the royal palace with a constant grin upon her lips in search of anything and everything new. A curious and happy child, he Princess was the kingdoms treasure and she needed to have a guard found for her. The Guard-Captain left on a trip to the west mere days after his daughter was born. The King did not make much of a fuss over it, though not even the King was told why the Guard-Captain felt such a need to rush off for the far-away exotic lands of the Germanic people. Weeks went by with not even so much as a letter sent back to the King. Just as fear of the Guard-Captains fate began to set in over the palace, he returned with a young Germanic boy not much older than the Princess herself. This boy, he told the King, was now his son adopted from a large family in the west who could not care for him. This boy, he told the King, would be trained as the Princesss personal guardsman. The King, though not thrilled with Guard-Captains rash actions, voiced only praise for his Royal Guardsmans choice in protection for the Princess. While their little kingdom was small and rarely saw visitors from the western world, the rumors of the west still traveled along the roads and into their streets. The Germanic people were rumored to be as hardy as the Mongols and as wise as their own people. The Kingdom was torn, quietly frowning upon the idea of an outsider being charged with the protection of their most precious treasure but also openly praising the King and his Guardsman for their choice in accepting only what was rumored to the best in human soldiers. The years came and went, as years do, and little progress had been made with the Boys martial training. He was cunning, quick-witted, and farsighted. Noone could have asked for a better mind for a guardsman but the boy was too strong to properly wield the weapons of this lands people. The sleek, thin blades of this culture were weapons made for cutting, not chopping or slicing, and with the boys young age he knew little of restraint. It was not uncommon for him to break his blades during training and the King was quickly losing faith in the decision made to allow this Boy to safeguard the Princess. Not wishing to lose face with the King and his Kingdom, the Guard-Captain sent his son back out to the west for training by the soldiers of his homeland. The Princesss constant companion had been taken from her and her sadness spread throughout the Kingdom. The skies grew grey and the rain fell in heavy sheets as the Princess cried, the fields flooded, and the crops drowned in the Princesss tears. The once happy and prosperous Kingdom experienced its first year of sorrow and loss since the birth of their Prized Treasure. As the saying goes, time heals all wounds, and in the following years after the Boy was sent away, the Kingdom rose back to its former self but things never quite returned to normal inside of the Palace Walls. The Guard-captain tried to remedy the Princesss sadness by appointing his own daughter, four years the Princesss junior, as one of her handmaidens. The King allowed it and the Guard-Captains Daughter was moved into the palace. The Princess and her new Handmaiden grew close but it wasnt the same as having the Boy at her side. The Handmaiden was there to serve, not protect. Her mannerisms were different too as would be expected. She was trained to be a wife, not a soldier. Five years went by before the Boy returned to the Kingdom with all of the skills of a powerful warrior, though he had not finished growing into a warriors body. With his new training in the weapons of the western culture and the military teaching of that of the Princesss kingdom, the King had little doubt that he would now be able to fulfill his role as a guardsman. Happiness soon spread across the land once again as the Princesss heart revitalized itself. Her protector had returned home and nothing would ever make him leave her for so long again. That is the tale that the Kingdom began to tell its children starting the very day that the Boy returned. It is something akin to our own fairy-tales, a happy tale with its roots buried in truth and shrouded in wondrous mysticism. Only the oldest of the kingdoms children know the truths, the ones who can remember the time that the Princess drowned the world with her sadness. To them, it is a powerful tale of faith and love. To the younger generations, it makes for an inspiring bed-side tale. To the older folk of the kingdom? It is only the beginning of their dear Princesss reign. Aezura stood alone at the end of the empty hall before the door that emptied into Jesinas bedchamber. This was not going to be a pleasant day for either of them and she knew it. All she wanted to do was go ball up in a corner and drown in her own tears but it was her duty to serve Jesina. It wouldnt do for her to feel sorry for herself when she knew that Jesina was every bit as sad as she herself. It would disgrace not only her father, but the memory of her brother as well and that would not do. Today was the service that would stand in place of the four funerals for the soldiers that had died to protect the Jesinas father two weeks ago among them was Aezuras older brother. Well, he was adopted, in truth, and anyone could have told that by just looking at him but they were still very close. Sometimes he seemed like more of a brother than her own flesh and blood father seemed to be a parent. None of the bodies had been recovered so they could not have a real funeral. Just this service. She couldnt help but feel as though her brother had been cheated of what he so rightfully deserved, even in death. Taking a long, deep breath to compose herself, the young woman of eighteen years brought her hand up to knock lightly upon the bedchamber door. Princess Jesina, I have come to fetch you for the service.