you know we're gonna be legends

-ghost- · Aug 21st 2019

connall brannon wright//thirty five//shifter

Connall smiled kindly down at the princess, knowing how she must have felt. He could remember being not much younger than her, afraid and lost, and thrown into a strange new life with wild people he knew nothing about. Though overtime, he had come to love the people, and became one of them. He would hope she would feel the same, one day. He did not want her to be unhappy, and he knew Aryan would not want that either.

Aryan was unlike his father and grandfather in many ways. One of which was the fact that he had a kinder heart, and relied more on his wits than his brute strength. He would make a good leader, over time, but the tribe needed to learn to respect him and his enemies fear him. As of now, the other tribes saw him as an easy target - a young man they could snuff out and take his people and land. This was part of the reason he was taking a mate. He needed to make sure he had a successful bloodline, and someone to share the burden of leadership with. But Connall also knew he also wished for companionship, someone to hold and keep his bed warm.

When the princess spoke again, saying his name, he cocked his head a bit to the side, as if to listen to her better. She then asked the one question he could not give an answer to, causing the older man to audibly sigh. He shook his head a bit before replying, "You will find out soon enough. But should you have more questions on the transformation, you should ask Aryan. He will be the one to change you."

At the expression on her face, he could only guess she had no idea she would become a shifter as well. Surely the thought frightened her. He couldn't blame her. It had frightened him once upon a time, but in the end, he had chosen it. She did not.

"Give Aryan a chance, my lady. I understand he is a bit... Intimidating. But he means well. He is simply trying to live up to his father's reputation, which is not an easy task. Not to mention, he has no experience with women. Ya know, since we mate for life and all. He is not disinterested, just perhaps a bit shy."

The man laughed aloud, holding his stomach as the laughter bellowed out and echoed in the dim woods. He could see the half shadow of a wolf, but it was only a glimpse, and gone before he could even blink.

"I helped raise the lad, ya know. See him as kin. I know he is a good man, and he will treat you well, should you give him the chance." Connall smiled again down at Raenessa, who was a head shorter than he was, and ultimately a delicate creature. Though she wouldn't be that way for much longer.

Dropping the smile, now serious again, Connall used his other hand to pat hers, which still held onto his bicep. "Chin up, princess. I know you are scared, I was too. But trust me when I say, we are not as savage as you have been led to believe."

butter_cup · Aug 22nd 2019

raenessa valgaeron//nineteen//princess of valgaeron

Raenessa felt fear instantly shoot up her body at Conall’s words. She was going to be changed into one of them? After that anything the older man said had fallen on to death ears. Her mind only focusing on the fact that she was going to be turned into a shifter. Against her will. How was this fair at all? Did she not have a say in any of this? This was her body they were talking about here so she thought it was justified that she should get th option on whether she turned or not. Not have it decided for her. Did anyone ever care about what she thought. Her father had forced her into this marriage, and now she was being forced into doing yet another thing that would change her life forever. She felt like a prisoner in her own body, helplessly watching from inside her mind as her body did things she did not want to do. It was almost as if she was drowning, searching desperately for air but not being unable to obtain it no matter how hard she tried.

The princess placed her free hand on to her stomach, clutching at her dress tightly, her knuckles magically turning whiter than they already were. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying desperately to keep any tears from falling but knowing deep inside that ultimately she would lose this battle and would start crying right in front of her new acquaintance. Sucking in a deep breath of air, she left her hand fall from Conall’s arms, stopping in her tracks. She needed a moment alone. To let out all her pain in private before going any further and making a fool of herself. “I need to go to the bathroom.” It was a lie. She had gone before she got off the boat. Nothing was worse than going to an important meeting and halfway through you have to excuse yourself to go relieve yourself. A part of her felt that Conall knew that she was lying but it was the best excuse she could think of that would prohibit the man from following her.

She walked off into the forest. Not once did she even bother to see where she was going or even how far away she had walked away. She just kept walking until eventually she fell to the ground, leaning back against a tree. Only then did she let her tears fall, pulling her knees up to her chest in order to hide her face in the soft material of her dress. Raenessa didn’t know how long she was sitting there, simply crying, but it did feel good to get everything out. Lifting her hand she wiped at her nose and eyes, hoping to clear the evidence of what she had just done. Then she heard the sound of a branch breaking.

Confusion covered the princess’ face. Raenessa moved to stand, dusting off the bottom of her dress. “Conall?” She called out, expecting the noise to be coming from the man as he came to bring her back to the right path. When the man did not appear, and she did not hear his voice she simply threw away the notion as her imagination. It was so acutely clear that she was not from the island.

That’s when she heard the growling. Spinning around on her heel Raenessa looked up into the tree, only to catch sight of something that made her heart start racing. It was a giant cat, one she had never seen before, staring at her like she was going to be its next dinner. Taking a cautionary step back she audibly swallowed, slightly shaking. “N-nice giant wild cat.” She said tenderly, albeit with fear lacing every tone. All she needed to do was get back to Conall. But how was she going to do that when she couldn’t even turn her back for a second?

The moment the giant cat let out a loud hiss and started making its way down the tree Raenessa turned tail and ran as fast as she could. She knew that she couldn’t outrun an animal that large, but if she could alert Conall or even get back to the man he could change and protect her. Her feet pounded against the floor, her heart beating rapidly in her chest, nearly painfully. “Conall!” She screamed out as she ran, hoping her voice was loud enough for the man to hear and come save her.

But Raenessa was not familiar with this territory. She didn’t know how to properly jump over fallen tree trunks, and out maneuver a giant man eating cat. Before she knew it she tripped over an over ground root, crying out as she fell. Her left thigh fell over a jagged rock, cutting a large gash into it that bled profusely and she landed so hard on her chest that it knocked the wind out of her. She was surely going to die, she thought, trying to find her breath. The cat would be on her in moments and that would be the end of her.

-ghost- · Aug 23rd 2019

aryan nakai//twenty one//chief of the omaticaya

Aryan's ear perked at the distant sound of a scream, one he could only guess had come from his bride, judging by the pitch. The light gray and white wolf came to a grinding halt, sending dirt and pebbles flying. The wolves all around him had stopped as well, the ones flanking him coming closer to him, waiting for a command.

The chief had left Connall to defend and protect her, as her personal bodyguard, so surely she had been screaming at some slimy insect she had never encountered before, or by a flock of birds taking flight. Surely, his closest adviser wouldn't let anything happen to his future mate. But as he listened closely, he could hear her screaming for Connall, could hear her feet pounding against the packed earth, could hear her ragged breathing as she ran.

The wolf took off in her direction, fluidly maneuvering through the trees, bounding and leaping from the ground with astonishing speed. The other wolves were close behind, but none as quick as he was. He could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage like a drum, could feel his muscles tensing up as he picked up speed.

It was then that he saw the pale white hair of his bride, who was laying down on the moss-blanketed ground. The mountain lion was readying itself to leap at her, prepared to give the finishing blow. If he didn't act now, his bride would surely be fresh kill.

Thinking quickly, the large wolf bolted forward, stopping in front of the log that Raenessa lay behind. He crouched down low, curling his tongue out and snarling. The mountain lion's roar filled his ears, its hot breath assaulting his nostrils, fueling his bloodlust. Behind him he could hear the princess's ragged gasp. The desperate sound made his nails dig into the earth. He snarled at the larger predator again, daring it to try to get past him.

Aryan risked a glance back at Raenessa. Her hand pushed against the gash in her thigh, blood surging between her fingers. The sight only caused Aryan to let out a low growl.

The male crouched low, muscles tensed, ready to strike. The rest of the wolves had caught up, encircling the mountain lion, all gnashing teeth and rumbling growls.

Aryan!

Connall's cry sounded in his mind. The older tawny brown wolf darted from the forest and tore into the mountain lion's unguarded flank. The feline let out a yowl, spit flying from its mouth as it searched for the unseen attacker. But Connall, lightning fast, dodged the mountain lion's lunge. He seized his advantage, inflicting another bite. When the enemy's back was turned, Aryan leapt forward and ripped a chunk from its heel. There was another shriek of pain as the mountain lion turned around, swiping, but Aryan avoided it.

Connall and Aryan slunk along the ground, circling the huge animal. Though they were larger than a wild-born wolf would be, the feline was still much bigger than they were. Still, they continued the ever-tightening dance. The mountain lion's eyes tracked them. He could smell its doubt, its ever rising fear.

Aryan let out a short, harsh bark and flashed his fangs. The larger feline glanced around toward the other wolves, all watching from the shadows, ready to strike when given the command. The mountain lion looked one last time toward their would-be-meal, sniffed, then turned and took off.

The chief raised his muzzle and howled in triumph - a low and haunting sound. A moan brought him back to earth. The princess was badly injured. He could smell the warm, fresh blood.

Aryan? Connall's alarm pulled his gaze from the fallen princess.

Get out of here. Aryan bared his teeth at the smaller wolf. He dropped low and bellied along the ground toward him. Then he raised his muzzle and licked the underside of his jaw.

I'm sorry. his blue eyes were filled with shame.

Aryan looked back toward the princess, questioning whether this had been a good idea or not. She looked terrified. He wondered if she thought he'd kill her for his own pleasure. Guilt and shame trickled through his veins.

Go. Warn Rozene that she is wounded.

Connall whined, but then slunk away, slipping beneath the cover of pine trees. After that, the male wolf had taken off in the direction of their camp.

The alpha then turned his attention back toward Raenessa, the smell of her blood causing him to growl at the fragility of the human body. But beneath the scent of blood, there was the smell of spring - of nascent leaves and thawing earth. A scent full of hope. Possibility. Subtle and tempting.

Shifting back into his human form, Aryan towered over her, nude from shifting, his muscles clenching and unclenching, revealing his strength. The male bent down and gathered the girl in his arms. Twilight shadows stretched farther up the treeline, but he'd have her back by dusk.

Nodding, Aryan began to run, faster than one should while holding a person in their arms. The wolves flanked him, speeding a bit ahead of him, some slowed down to his sides, two behind him. The man rang alongside the wolves, his jaw clenched, his arms wrapped protectively around her. He could feel the blood drying on his chest, but didn't seem bothered by it.

butter_cup · Aug 23rd 2019

raenessa valgaeron//nineteen//princess of valgaeron

Raenessa rolled on to her back, one of her hands moving to clutch at her chest. Her vision was blurred but even then she could see the figure of the mountain lion drawing closer. The princess forced her eyes shut,a ragged fearful gasp escaping her. Her chest ached painfully and her leg throbbed acutely from the gash and the blood spilling out of it. However neither of those pains were as strong as her fear for her life in this moment, knowing that the giant cat was almost upon her ready to pounce and end her life. However the pounce she had been expecting never came.

The princess heard the sound of the cat’s roar and risked the opportunity to open her eyes. Her violet orbs looked up in shock, seeing a giant wolf protecting her from being the cat’s dinner. Upon further inspection she realized that the wolf was Aryan. He had come to save her. Delight filled her system at knowing she was being saved. Raenessa May be scared of her future husband but she would gladly take him over being torn to shreds but that besst’s massive claws and teeth. Just the idea sent shivers down her spine. She tried to use the opportunity that Aryan was dealing with the cat to try to out some more distance between herself and the to fighting animals. Just in case the cat did manage to get past Aryan so that she wouldn’t be so close in distance. However when she tried to stand she was now acutely aware of the pain in her leg, crying out in pain and falling back down to the ground. She blinked her eyes, trying to get rid of the new tears forming but to no avail.

Her hand gripped at the wound, trying feebly to try and stop some of the bleeding. She may be no medical professional but she was smart enough to know that she could potentially die from blood loss if the bleeding wasn’t dealt with and soon. Already she felt herself starting to get lightheaded. Despite her tries the blood was coming out to fast, seeping through her fingers, very much prominent against her milky white skin.

By the time Raenessa looked back up from her leg, the fight was over and the cat long gone. However the sight she saw was definitely not what she had expected. Standing before her was Aryan, only he was very much naked. As he walked towards her Raenessa couldn’t help but to look him up and down, never having seen a naked man before now. However her eyes darted away when her eyes landed on his *ahem* manhood. Her cheeks turned a bright red from embarrassment, because of course she would have to see that at a time like this. It was honestly a little pathetic that the first time she saw her future husband naked it was because he was saving her skin.

When Aryan picked her up into his arms Raenessa let her head fall against his shoulder, closing her eyes. As he ran she felt the guilt start to creep into her skin. She did not want Conall to get in trouble for her actions. This was her fault after all. If she had just stayed put and sucked it up she wouldn’t have needed to walk off and she wouldn’t have gotten attacked like this. “I’m sorry.” She whispered softly, hoping that Aryan could hear her despite her quiet tone. “This is all my fault, please don’t punish Conall for this.” She felt horrible really. She never wanted to see an innocent person punished for her actions. It just wasn’t right.

-ghost- · Aug 23rd 2019

aryan nakai//twenty one//chief of the omaticaya

Aryan glanced down at the princess as she spoke, but he said nothing, too focused on getting her to the camp where she could be healed. Were she a shifter her wound have already stitched itself back together, but she was a fragile human. Which meant she would need the help of herbal medicines and his sister.

Before Raenessa could become the Tsahik, she needed to learn how to be a healer, as well as interpret the will of Eywa. Rozene had taken over this role since the death of their mother, which meant she would be teaching his bride to take over after her. Though many had their doubts that an outsider could truly learn their ways, Rozene was hopeful and quite excited to meet the human. She always had a natural curiosity about her.

At last, the trees became farther apart, more scattered, until they were in an open field. Behind them were the mountains and the Red Forest which covered the hills at its base. Only a few pines and aspens were around them now, and the camp was just up ahead, over one last hill.

A few wolves went up ahead, scouting the area, while Aryan rested. He stood there, trying not to pant loudly, to not show weakness, and with sweat dripping down his face. He looked down at the woman in his arms and told her, "I will not punish Connall, if that is what you wish."

He wanted to please his future mate, and if that was what she wanted, then he would go against every one of his instincts and not punish his adviser. He wanted to be kind to her. He wanted to soothe her through the early fear and hatred, to give her jewels and beautiful things, trophies of war, and to treat her always as his equal, except in counsels of war. She would want for nothing, only need ask. He wanted her to feel at home here, to feel part of the tribe. And hopefully, one day, maybe, she could learn to love him.

Movement in the darkening shadows before him caused the chief to take a step back, baring his fangs, unsure. Though it was only his warriors returning, and with them came his sister, carrying with her a bundle of things. She wore a leather outfit with high boots and a place for her dagger. Her hair was twisted into a long braid that swung back and forth as she ran toward them.

"Set her down." Rozene said as she quickly approached.

Aryan did as he was told, gently setting her down onto the ground, and crouching down beside her. Rozene sat on her other side, reaching into her bag and pulling out a jar holding a poultice made from thyme and olive leaf to fight infection. She then moved Raenessa's skirts up to place the poultice on her thigh, which she knew would sting a bit.

"You don't need stitches." Rozene said, smiling with relief. She then grabbed bandages from her bag and began to wrap them around her thigh, keeping it tight, to stop anymore bleeding and help the blood clot.

After checking to make sure everything was as it should be, the woman smiled again, this time with satisfaction. She looked up to the princess and said, "You will be fine. It wasn't too deep. Just make sure not not too go running or lifting any heavy objects up soon. Take it easy and rest."

Standing, Rozene brushed her hands off onto her outfit, still smiling. Aryan gathered Raenessa in his arms again, relieved that she wasn't going to die. He began to walk again, and Rozene fell into step with him.

"I am Rozene Nakai, Aryan's sister. And you must be Raenessa Valgaeron, the princess, right?" Rozene gave her a sympathetic smile before speaking in Na'vi to her brother. He spoke back, a harsh bark of a word, and Rozene smiled wider. She then looked back toward Raenessa. "You will sit and chat with me when we arrive. I will make you some tea to help with the pain."

butter_cup · Aug 23rd 2019

raenessa valgaeron//nineteen//princess of valgaeron

Raenessa frowned softly when Aryan did not answer her. Her guilt began to build up more and she closed her eyes and tilted her head downwards. She truly felt awful, fearing that Conall would be punished terribly for what had happened. She had nearly died. The princess feared what would of happened had she died. Conall was a nice man, he didn’t deserve to be punished for her careless actions. The princess sighed softly, clenching her brows tightly as a sharp pain shot up her leg. She would be glad when it was fixed. She wondered if it would scar, more than likely yes. A small sense of insecurity filled her at the idea. She didn’t have any scars on her body, not even from when she was a small child playing with her brother. The idea of a scar marking her skin and fainting it upset her.

Before long Raenessa felt Aryan come to stop. Slowly opening her eyes she looked around. They were no longer surrounded by all the dense trees and Raenessa felt herself relax slightly knowing that they were far away from the cat that had attacked her. She sucked in a breath, finding it much easier to breath now.

Aryan’s words rang through her head and Raenessa turned her eyes to look at him. She visibly relaxed more into his arms knowing Conall wouldn’t be punished. “Thank you.” She sighed, feeling a weight fall off her shoulders.

She turned her head when she heard Aryan growl at something heading towards them. He visibly calmed though when he saw that it was just his tribe members and a woman Raenessa had yet to meet. The princess grunted softly when she was placed against the ground. Watching as the strange woman bent down near her. Her curiosity grew as she saw the woman pull something out. What it was she didn’t know but it intrigued her. The woman let out a quiet hiss when the strange substance was pressed against her leg. It stung, but the pain wasn’t unbearable. Luckily though the woman said that she wouldnt need any stitches which was a relief to Raenessa. At least that meant it wouldn’t take as long for her leg to heal. “Thank you.” Before anything else could be said, or even for Raenessa to stand by herself, Aryan was scooping her back up. The white haired woman couldn’t help but to huff at the action. She thought she would be allowed to walk once more but apparently not. A part of her wanted to tell him to her to put her down so she could walk but she didn’t feel like arguing about it.

“Yes that’s me.” The one who managed to get attacked by a wild animal within an hour of her arrival. If that wasn’t an embarrassing story to tell her children when she was older she didn’t know what was. “I didn’t know Aryan had a sister though.” Then again she hadn’t really been informed on a lot of things here.

-ghost- · Aug 30th 2019

aryan nakai//twenty one//chief of the omaticaya

Aryan remained silent as they ascended the hill, keeping his eyes forward, and an ear out for any potential danger. He kept a tight hold on his bride, holding her close to him. picking up the pace they they neared the village.

"We're getting close." Rozene said, smiling warmly at her soon-to-be new family member.

Chief Aryan and his warriors led them down a broad path that would lead to their home. Their village was smaller than a city his bride would have been used to, but ten times larger than that of most tribes, since they were far more populated. It was a vastness surrounded by walls made of thorny hedges, the entrance made up of large gates created from bronze and copper with a wolf howling on each side. They opened for the chief and his warriors, the wolves holding back and letting Aryan enter first.

Its broad windswept streets were paved in grass and mud and carpeted with wildflowers. Towers and manses and hovels and bridges and shops and seraglios and harems and halls all crowded in on one another, the Marketplace bustling with people yelling out the prices of meats and fruits, the sharp scent of peppers and spices filling the air. There were manses of woven grass as large as castles, rich, luxurious oriental palaces that glistened in the sunlight, stepped pyramids faced with marble, and log halls open to the sky. The village sat baking in the warm sun, the people dressed appropriately in little to no clothing, or in their other forms resting in the shade.

As Aryan passed, holding his bride in his arms, the crowds hushed and whispered among themselves, all staring at the foreign woman. Anyone who dared to step near them was given a warning growl by one of his warriors. Anywhere he looked, he would have been met with curious eyes, and so instead he kept to staring straight ahead.

Eventually the path led them to their palace. It rose at least forty feet in the air, with doors of solid silver, and over two hundred rooms within. Around the palace were grassy yards and rolling hills with high hedges, firepits, and a few huts for the slaves. Lemon trees grew in abundance around the palace, their limbs stretching toward the building, dipping down into their pavilions.

A pair of slaves heaved open the giant silver doors as they approached, bowing their shaved heads. Aryan carried her inside with little effort on his part, his warriors shifting back into their human forms and waiting outside. Rozene followed after her brother, keeping a close eye on her.

They walked down narrow and twisting halls until they reached a secluded hall meant for the chief and his family. Rozene stopped in front of one of the doors, turning toward her brother.

"Let her down. She is able to walk short distances without much pain." She spoke warmly, watching with a kind smile as her brother set Raenessa down onto her feet. Then, with a short laugh, "And go dress yourself. Look, she can hardly even make eye contact with you."

Aryan's brow furrowed in confusion, as nudity was not uncommon in their lands. He glanced toward the princess, realizing she wouldn't look at him, and he frowned slightly. He hadn't meant to upset her.

Rozene walked up and gently nudged her brother, pushing on his chest. "Go on. Get out of here."

With one last look toward Raenessa, the chief began to walk further down the hall, turning to go to his own rooms.

Satisfied, Rozene opened the door to her own bedroom. The windows were open to let in the day's warmth, and plants hung from every corner of the room, some growing from pots down onto the floor. There was a simple rug on the wooden floor, a writing desk, a shelf for books, and a couple of seats by a round table. The woman led Raenessa to it, gesturing for her to sit.

A slave had gone ahead and prepared tea for them already. It was still steaming hot as Rozene poured each of them a cup.

"So," Rozene began, pushing a cup toward the princess, "what do you think of your new home?"

//sorry if this sucks. my muse is still a bit bleh//

butter_cup · Aug 31st 2019

raenessa valgaeron//nineteen//princess of valgaeron

Raenessa couldn’t help but to look around as the neared the village, her new home. There was a large gate blocking the entry way that had to be pulled open for them to enter. A safety precaution she was sure. As soon as they entered her eyes were welcomed with sights she had never seen before. Her violet gaze moved around her, quickly moving from one new thing to the next. It was all so different, her mind told her, but yet it was beautiful in its own way. The village was much smaller than she was used to but she had expected tat. The island itself was much smaller than the entirety of her country and was inhabitated by many tribes. So of course it would have been unrealistic of her to think that her new home would match her old one in size.

However it didn’t take long effort people started to take notice of them. More specifically of her. Anywhere she looked she was met with someone looking at her either in curiosity and some with annoyance. She hadn’t stopped to think about how the people here would take to having a foreigner be their chief’s future wife. Would they rise up against Aryan in rebellion? Did they even think that she would survive out here long enough to even have the wedding. The princess winced slightly at realizing she had already almost gotten herself killed and it hadn’t even been a full day since she’s arrived here. She didn’t blame them for having their doubts about it.

Thankfully it didn’t take long before they reached their destination. Raenessa looked up in slight awe at the sight of the palace. It was stunning. As they all headed inside Nessa let out a small sigh of relief knowing she no longer had all those disapproving eyes looking her way and could finally breathe again.

She was thankful when Rozene told Aryan to set her down, simply glad she had said it so that Raenessa herself wouldn’t need to. Though a part of the future alpha ondeeed if Aryan would have listened if she had either way. Placing her feet on to the ground, she held in a tiny wince from the slight pain her leg caused. It wasn’t unbearable but that didn’t make it exactly pleasant either. Grimacing slightly at the dried up blood on her dress, it standing out considerably against the white material, Raenessa tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

Turning to Aryan, she opened her mouth ready to thank him for his help. Only, she just then realized that he was still very much naked, and she immediately turned her head away. Her face heated up considerably. Was this what her life would be like? Not being able to have a decent conversation with him if he was naked around her? She felt like s fool but she was simply embarrassed. Her entire life she had been taught that you were not to see your spouse’s naked body until the night of your wedding. It went against her family's religion. Would he expect to see her naked too before their wedding? She didn’t know if she could do that.

When he left, disappearing into a room, Raenessa sighed softly. She felt bad somewhat. She hoped she didn’t offend him at all, it was just that she needed time to adjust to everything and how different her life was now. The princess easily followed Rozene into her room, her leg slightly limping from her trying not to apply to much pressure to it. She easily slipped into her chair, relaxing into it. She felt as if she needed the relaxer. Perhaps once this day was over things would start to get simpler but something in the back of her mind told her this was not the case. Raenessa took her cup of tea with a grateful smile, lifting it up and taking a sip. The warmth from the liquid shot down her body instantly creating a soothing sensation from the white haired woman. Looking up at Rozene, Nessa considered her question for a moment. “It’s much different than what I’m use to.” She wouldn’t lie to her and say that she was madly in love with it already. “But it is really beautiful. I’ve never seen nature like this before.”

-ghost- · Sep 5th 2019

rozene nakai//eighteen//healer of the omaticaya

Rozene sipped at her own tea as the princess answered her, smiling to herself at the fresh mint flavor. After she was finished, she set the cup down, folding her hands in her lap. She knew that Raenessa was only being polite.

The girl had never asked for any of this, but the daughter of a chief, or king as her people called them, must do as was best for her people - whether it meant going to death in sacrifice, or laying down her maidenhood in the Sacred Marriage, or marrying where it was thought to cement alliances. This Rozene would do one day; marrying a man her brother chose for her and bearing him sons. Luckily Aryan had been too preoccupied with his own marriage to betroth her to anyone.

Leaning forward a bit, Rozene smiled softly, not wanting to frighten the girl any further. "You are probably wondering why I am speaking your tongue perfectly. Well, Connall knows many tongues and I asked him to teach me yours. It seems I am a quick learner."

Seemingly proud of herself, Rozene puffed out her chest a bit before continuing. "Though Aryan was never much interested. He always felt he had something more important to be doing. And perhaps he did."

Drumming her fingers on the table, her expression turned thoughtful, as if trying to remember something important. When it didn't come to her, she distractedly glanced toward Raenessa, motioning toward her leg. "It should heal in a matter of days, the wound wasn't too deep. Just come to me once a day so I can clean it. Let me know if you feel any numbness or pain."

A breeze blew through the open windows, causing chimes made from sea glass to play a short melody, the shrill tunes soothing to her ears. The wind blew back strands of her hair, and carried with it the scent of saltwater from the nearby shore. For a moment, Rozene let herself close her eyes and take it all in. This was her home, and she loved it dearly. She only hoped Raenessa would come to love it as well.

Without a word, Rozene stood gracefully from her chair and moved across the room toward double doors. She pulled them open, showing a closet filled with a multitude of clothing, shoes, and jewelry. Stepping inside, Rozene began to flit around with the grace of a dancer, moving between the clothes in search of something. Eventually she came upon a dress that she thought would suit the princess, as well as a pair of sandals.

Moving out of the closet, Rozene approached the princess, holding the dress out to her. "Perhaps you should change. Your dress is quite torn up."

When she took the dress, Rozene smiled and told her, "You will also need a bath. I will call on a few slaves to draw you one in your rooms. They should have already placed your luggage in there."

butter_cup · Sep 8th 2019

raenessa valgaeron//nineteen//princess of valgaeron//betrothed to aryan

Just like Rozene had promised, by the time Raenessa arrived to the room that would be hers until she was married to Aran, a bath was already prepared for her. The idea of washing away the dirt, blood, and grime from the day excited the princess. She prayed that it would also help relax her from the fear that plagued her mind about this whole ordeal. She knew that it would take some time but Raenessa truly did want to learn to love her new home. It made no sense to spend the rest of her life in constant fear and longing to return back to her country. Conall’s words from earlier rang in her mind telling her to give her future husband a chance. She would try her best, though he didn’t seem all that interested in her, at least she didn’t think so.

Standing at the foot of her tub Raenessa took in the steam that came from the hot water. She had an assortment of natural soaps at her disposal, choosing which one to use would be a challenge. Though she would take this over facing another giant cat any second of the day.

Reaching behind her back, she began to unlace the strings that kept her dress on her body. Honestly it was miracle that they hadn’t came undone earlier. Perhaps the universe had decided to take some pity on her and not let her face tat embarrassing moment as well. Once her dress fell to the floor she stepped out of it, pushing it a bit of ways away from herself, not exactly wanting the dried up blood that still remained on it. Stepping into the tub, Raenessa let out a soft sigh as she slowly emerged herself into the warm water. She could feel the warmth slowly relaxing her tense muscles. She didn’t know what her future held for her hear but right now she wouldn’t let all of that bother.

She didn’t know how long she had remained in the tub, just staying until she felt the water start to go cold. She had chosen a fruity soap to use and even as she left the tub could still smell the scent it left on her skin and in her hair. Grasping a soft towel she patted herself down before wrapping it around her pale body. As she walked back to her room she had expected to add some sort of oil to her skin, but instead she was met with the sight of Aryan sitting on her bed.

The sight of him caused Raenessa to jump back slightly in alarm, her eyes widening and her hand coming up to clutch at her towel. “Um..” She wasn’t really sure what to say to him. She had found out fairly quickly that he wasn’t the talkative type. “Is there something you need to talk to me about? Because if so could you give me a moment to get dressed.” When he didn’t seem to understand what she meant she let out a quiet huff, shifting on her feet. She had never been this close to being naked with a man before. “Could you please stand outside so I can get dressed.” Of course she didn’t realize that the reason he didn’t understand was because to him it wouldn’t be strange for him to see her naked before their wedding.

-ghost- · Sep 17th 2019

aryan nakai//twenty one//chief of the omaticaya

After Aryan had gone to his rooms, he had taken this time to dress himself in suitable clothing. It was some of his more expensive fabrics, smooth to the touch, with fine embroidery. Though usually the chief wouldn't be wearing his nice silks, he wanted to impress his bride-to-be. Though he had also noticed that, for some reason, it had troubled her to see him without clothing.

Once he was finished dressing himself, Aryan left in search of Raenessa. He went to his sister's rooms, only to find her sitting on her windowsill, by the lemon tree, reading one of her many books, alone. She did not glance up toward him as she answered his silent question.

"She has gone to her own rooms to take a bath and change clothes." There almost seemed to be a bit of good-humored laughter in her tone, as if she knew what were going to happen next.

With a single nod, Aryan left her rooms and headed toward Raenessa's. The double doors to her chambers were made of acacia wood, dark and weathered, with brass wolves howling on either side. The chief was not used to knocking, and felt he had no need with his future mate, and so instead he pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The room was almost as large as his, the walls and floor a pale turquoise, the ceiling matching with copper intricately emblazoned. The canopy bed was to the left, the colors matching the rest of the room. Next to it was a tall window, with a cushioned sill for her to sit and stare at the sky should she so wish - the cushion and the curtains a blush pink. Oriental rugs of the same pink and copper hues lined the cold marble floor, one beneath her bed and one before her fireplace, underneath her turquoise stool, and a silver looking glass above that. To the right, there sat a vanity of the same turquoise as the rest, with another looking glass and stool. Next to it were bookcases; empty until she placed her belongings in them. And beside those was her closet, which Rozene had filled with a few dresses and sandals herself. At the far end of the room was an open doorway which led to her bathing room, which was where he knew she would be.

Deciding to wait instead of barging in, Aryan sat himself on the stool at the end of her bed, his hands on his knees, waiting for her to enter her bedroom again. He could see the steam coming from her bathing room, could almost feel its warmth.

After some time, the princess entered her bedroom again, wearing a towel around herself. She seemed alarmed by Aryan's presence. He wondered what she thought he was there for.

When she spoke, he understood most of her words. She was asking if he needed to talk, but the rest made his brow furrow a bit. Though when she repeated it, wording it a bit differently, he got the idea. She wanted him to wait outside so she could dress herself. Guilt instantly filled the young man. He had forgotten that her people, her previous people, had seen the naked body as something to be ashamed of. He should have remembered that.

Standing, Aryan bowed his head slightly and said, "Apologies."

After a moment, the man headed for the double doors, not looking back, in case he were to catch a glimpse of her naked - something he knew would only frighten and anger her. He began to question his own decision. Had it been wise to bring a foreign woman with foreign customs into their world?

butter_cup · Sep 18th 2019

raenessa valgaeron//nineteen//princess of valgaeron//betrothed to aryan

Almost instantly the princess felt guilty for her choice of words. She hadn’t met to come off as condescending. In her haste for privacy she forgot to realize that nudity would not be uncommon to Aryan. She shouldn’t have came so condescending, as if he had done something bad when that was not the case. And the fact that he hasn’t hesitated to give her the privacy she wanted spoke volumes to Raenessa. “Wait, Aryan.” She decided to speak up before her nerves got the best of her. She still was not completely sure how to speak to Aryan yet. The man still seemed so largely unapproachable to the woman but she wanted to try to get some good footing between the two. She didn’t want to spend the rest of her life, fearful of her husband. Just the thought caused her nose to scrunch up in disgust.

Grasping ahold of the larger man’s hand, Raenessa glanced away for a second while a b,use formed on her skin. The amount of times she had blushed today was ridiculous. At this point she might as well be a strawberry. Looking back towards her future husband, she sighed softly. “I’m sorry.” She apologized, looking up at the much taller man through her lashes. “I didn’t mean to sound to sound so harsh. I’m just..simply not use to all of this yet, but even then I didn’t mean to come off as rude.” Raenessa was not a rude person. She always tried her best not to come off as condescending, or what some may say bratty.

Licking her lips she began to pull Aryan back towards her bed, or at least she tried to until he got the message because gods was he heavy. Holding on to her towel so it wouldn’t come loose she didn’t even pay attention to where she was walking, simply trying to make up for hat she had said. “Here, why don’t you sit here and I’ll just go change in the ba-“ Raenessa didn’t get to finish her sentence because for some reason today was the day her body decided to make a fool of herself and trip over something. She did not know what, nor did it exactly matter at this point. With a shocked gasp Raenessa immediately grabbed for Aryan, hoping it would stop her from falling and making a bigger fool of herself but instead her plan majorly backfired and the two of them went crashing to the floor.

Thankfully the pair landed on one of the soft cushiony rug instead of the hard floor, though that was the least of their problems. The more concerning part of all this was that, of course, instead of falling away from each other they had to fall in a way that put Aryan on top of Raenessa and caused their lips to press against each other’s. The position made the princess’ eyes widen considerably, not entirely sure what she should do.

-ghost- · Sep 30th 2019

aryan nakai//twenty one//chief of the omaticaya

Aryan stopped just a few steps short of the double doors and turned at his bride's words. It was clear by his expression that her calling out to him had surprised him. He had thought she was disgusted by him, or at the very least frightened. They were from different worlds, after all. And he was sure that she had grown up hearing stories of his people being savages. The fact that she had called out his name gave him a bit of hope. Perhaps there was a chance they could be happy together after all.

When she grasped at his hand, Aryan watched her carefully. She was glancing away from him, a light blush gracing her features. He noticed that she seemed more timid than usual. Most likely because she was only wearing a towel.

He had always found it quite odd that her people were so adamant about wearing clothing and being nude only around their mate. Despite that, he would still respect her customs. It was only her first day being part of the tribe, after all. Over time, she would grow used to their ways. Until then, he would be patient and keep his eyes above her neck.

When Raenessa looked back at him, he met her eyes with his, waiting to see what she would do. He stood taller than most of her kind, and so he had to look down at her to meet her gaze. Her eyes were individual pools of blue, like the tide pools down by the shore, and just as vibrant. He was lost there for a moment until she spoke.

When she apologized, it confused him at first. He had been the one that had come into her rooms unannounced and scared her. Though when she explained that she had not meant to come off as harsh, he understood. His stoic expression softened slightly at this. He realized then that she had a soft heart. And as she continued, saying she wasn't yet used to all of this yet, it sparked more hope in him that she could learn to love his people as her own.

The young chief felt the woman tug on his hand, but he didn't budge until he realized that she was attempting to lead him in the direction of the bed. It took him a moment, but he began to follow after her, wondering what she was wanting to do. Surely she did not want to invite him into bed with her already. They were not supposed to make love until the night of their wedding, and after she had been turned. Besides, he was inexperienced, and the thought caused unease in him.

The princess began to tell him to sit and that she would change, but then she tripped over something on the floor, perhaps the rug or her injury caused it, and began to fall. She grabbed at him, clutching at the soft fabric of his clothes, and he moved to wrap his arms around her. Yet she continued to fall backward, bringing him with her. He heard her gasp, and then the soft thud as her back hit the rug. Luckily her fall was cushioned by it.

Aryan didn't have time to think about that, though, as when they fell, their lips had crashed against each other's. The chief had never kissed anyone, had saved all of his affections for whoever his future wife may be. He had never seen the point in giving his attention to a woman he could never have. Though now that he was kissing someone, and not just anyone, but his future wife, he was able to let himself enjoy it.

The male closed his eyes and leaned in, deepening the kiss, pressing his lips against hers with fervor. This act brought out another side of him, one he had been keeping at bay so not to scare off his bride. He felt himself lost in the kiss, not wanting to pull away, and only doing so to quickly catch his breath and dive back in. One of his hand held him up over her, the other he placed on her hip.

Then, somehow, he was able to snap out of it. He knew that if he continued, he may not be able to control himself, and they couldn't go any further lest they break a scared law. Besides, he wasn't sure if she had even wanted to kiss him in the first place. He felt ashamed that he had let himself do such a thing without making sure she was okay with it.

Aryan pulled back and caught her gaze, searching her eyes for any fear or disgust or tears, but found none. Still, he sat himself up; grabbing her hand and pulling her up with him. He refused to look her in the eye, still full of shame. Instead he stood and hurried to the doors, leaving her to change, and hoping she didn't loathe him now.

butter_cup · Oct 9th 2019

raenessa valgaeron//nineteen//princess of valgaeron//betrothed to aryan

The kiss was more than unexpected but a part of it felt strangely comforting. Raenessa has expected Aryan to pull away and that would be that but when he instead closed her eyed and pushed deeper into the kiss the princess was shocked. A blush painted her milky white skin and she in turn closed her eyes and let herself relax into the kiss. She had never kissed anyone before now. As a princess she had always known that she would be sold off for marriage, whether it be to a rich merchant, a knight, or a king to another country so she had never allowed herself to fancy any of the men in her kingdom. The kiss made Raenessa feel warm, and somehow safe. She felt tingles run down her body and something unrecognizable fluttering in her stomach as they kissed, her hands placed against his chest where she had gripped at his clothes in a failed attempt to keep from falling. She just hoped that she was doing a decent job and that she wasn’t completely bad.

When Aryan pulled away from the kiss Raenessa opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling as she breathed heavily to catch her breath. Licking her lips she had half the mind to pull him back down and kiss him again, already missing the soft feel of his lips and how warm he was underneath her hands. However she thought better of it. Aryan looked upset and the thought made the princess want to frown. Had she done something wrong? She thought he wasn’t enjoying their kiss but he almost seemed embarrassed. Had she been that bad of a kisser? Raenessa knew that she was inexperienced but she hadn’t thought he wouldn’t enjoy it that much. She stood to her feet with Aryan’s help, adjusting slightly so she wouldn’t put any more pressure on her bad leg. Just as she was about to speak up and ask what was wrong Aryan left, not even looking her or saying as much as a goodbye.

Raenessa just stood there for a few minutes trying to figure out what happened. Aryan had seemed like he had been enjoying the kiss but if that was the case than why did he run away? Was it because he realized that she wasn’t one of his people? The thought caused her to sit down on the edge of her bed, gripping at her towel tightly. Her mind raced with thoughts. He was embarrassed of her. The whole reason he had agreed to this was for peace so perhaps he didn’t want to marry her after all. Placing her face in her hand she sighed softly, not understanding why she was so upset over this. She wasn’t all that excited to be here either but she had taking Conall’s words to heart and was trying to give Aryan a chance but she couldn’t if he kept running away from her, especially if he didn’t even want her like she thought he had.

It took a bit but eventually she managed to get herself dressed. Rozene chose a beautiful white lace dress with roses littering the fabric. The dress had two triangle cuts on the side of her stomach and fell down to her ankles. Leaving her hair as is she exited her room and looked around. She didn’t see anyone and she leaned against the back of her door willing herself not to cry. For the first time in a long while she felt utterly alone. In a strange land with people who all out powered her, all of whom spoke a language she did not know, an island she did not know how to navigate or how to keep herself safe, and worst of all a future husband who seemed completely disinterested in her. Why hadn’t she seen this coming. He had acted this way all day. When he gave her those beautiful necklaces and didn’t bother to stay to see how she reacted to them, asking her later on if she liked them and then going back to ignoring her once more, and now this. She felt like an idiot for actually thinking that maybe Aryan would be interested in having a nice relationship with her. She should have known that he could never really care about an outsider.

-ghost- · Oct 13th 2019

connall brannon wright//thirty five//shifter

As Connall turned the corner, he noticed that the princess was already outside of her rooms and leaning up against the door. The older man approached carefully, his mouth twisted into a frown. He couldn't help but notice that she seemed distraught. He had an inclination it was because she was still frightened by the mountain lion attack earlier that morning, and guilt washed over him at the thought.

"Good day, princess." Connall bowed as he finally reached her. "I am here to escort you to the Market. The chief would like to show you some of the village."

When she consented, Connall nodded briskly and began to lead her away, down the twisting and narrow halls of the palace. It was no palace like the one she was from, he was sure, but it was extravagant for a shifter. The floor was made from marble and bits of glass that shone like diamonds when the sunlight hit it just right, and murals depicting battles fought long ago by previous alphas lined the walls. Majority of the windows were kept open to let warmth in, and one could smell the nearby sea and the fruit hanging from the lemon trees outside on the light breeze.

It was a beautiful place, and though it was large enough to hold most of the tribe within its walls, it was only occupied by three, including himself - four, now that Raenessa was moved into her own rooms. Though guards and servants still roamed the halls day and night, protecting and cleaning and overall serving. He liked to think that soon it wouldn't be so empty, and little shifters would be running around, their laughter trailing behind them.

As they reached the cool of the entry hall to the palace, Connall slowed his steps and turned toward the princess. "I do apologize for this morning, princess. I should have been there to protect you. I can only hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I will not fail you again. This I swear."

The large doors then swung open by a pair of slaves, causing Connall to turn his attention toward them. Two guards stood outside of the doors, solemn with their grim expressions and the staves they carried with them. One could see the different sized blades lining their belts, and the pale outlines of scars decorating their bronze skin. Only a fool would start a fight with one of the chief's guards.

Behind the guards stood Aryan, still dressed in his nicer silks, which was a rare sight. More often than not he only wore trousers and a silver medallion belt, especially in such heat, with his hair tied back at the nape of his neck. Connall could only guess he was attempting to make his bride feel more comfortable by wearing more clothing than usual.

The guards stepped aside and awaited their commands. Aryan stood silently and expressionless, watching Raenessa without making eye contact, his muscles tensed. Connall began to approach, keeping his head low to show submission. As soon as the pair reached him, Aryan stood beside his bride and looked out into the village, his eyes squinting against the harsh sun. Then he started to take steps forward, the guards staying on either side of them, Connall trailing a bit behind.

The Market wasn't far from their palace, and was already bustling with people. It was a great square of beaten earth surrounded by warrens of mud-baked brick, animal pens, whitewashed drinking halls, and stages for dancers to perform. The interior of the square was a labyrinth of stalls and crookback aisles, shaded by awnings of woven grass. Almost a hundred merchants and traders were unloading their goods and setting up stalls when they arrived. It was almost midday, which was when most people would be coming to buy, sell, and trade.

It had always been a strange place. Spellsingers sang in their high voices above the crowds of people, a basket at their feet just waiting for someone to offer something for their services. There were strange striped horses and giant maned cats in silver cages, and warriors with tattoos covering their entire bodies standing guard. Slaves were carrying intricate lace and fine wools in a dozen rich colors. Across the aisle, a fat cloth trader was haggling with a man over the price of some green dye, the monkey tail on his hat swaying back and forth as he shook his head.

The sharp, savory odor of game filled the bazaar. An elderly lady was grilling pork over a brazier, and people were lined up for a taste. A pretty young woman was selling truffles and cakes and liquorice. An old man with a long mustachio that curled at the ends was selling something called coffee, which Connall had never heard of.

"You may have what you like, princess." Connall whispered lowly. "The traders will offer you gifts galore to be on the good side of the next alpha female."

butter_cup · Oct 14th 2019

raenessa valgaeron//nineteen//princess of valgaeron//betrothed to aryan

Raenessa felt her heart nearly jump out of her face when a sudden voice filled her ears. Her lilac eyes shot up to find who the voice belonged to and when her eyes landed on Conall she seemed to relax slightly. A gentle smile touched her lips, her eyes still holding the unease she felt inside. She was glad to see that he was unharmed like Aryan had promised her. At his words she nodded her head. Of course she should have known that she would need to see the village sooner or later. Though she had to be honest with herself and admit that a part of her did not want to see Aryan. The thought of seeing him ignore her once more and the disappointment in his eyes made her want to fall to the ground and hide. However instead of doing that she simple followed Conall, her hands clasped before her and her eyes casted down to the floor. As much as she wanted to learn to love this place she wasn’t so sure how much she would be able to if she felt awful every time she was around her betrothed. As they walked Raenessa did her best to calm her racing mind. Only when Conall’s steps started to slow down did Raenessa look up. At his words the princess frowned. Stepping forward she placed a tender hand on his shoulder, staring into his eyes. “Conall listen to me well. You did not fail me this morning. It was my own fault for wandering off farther than I should have. Do not blame yourself.” She urged, letting her hand fall from his shoulders. Just then the door was opened by a pair of slaves causingRaenessa to look at them. She had never seen slaves before coming here. She had heard of them before but in her home there were no slaves, only prisoners that were locked away and on serious occasion sentenced to death. Near them stood two frightening guards. One look at them told Raenessa that they were not to be messed with. She could feel the intimidation that radiated off of them from where she was standing. Peaking behind the guards she saw Aryan. The guards parted for them and she was better able to see him now. She looked up at him and saw that he was looking at her as well but even then he was refusing to make eye contact with her. This caused Raenessa to advert her gaze back to the ground.

It wasn’t until they reached the market that Raenessa looked up once more. The princess glanced around, her eyes widening as she tried to take everything that she saw in. It was so different than anything she had seen before. Animals she had never laid eyes upon were here, women and man alike shouting, food being offered. And if she looked closely enough into the crowd she could even see people who looked like they belonged to her country. It appears not everyone were afraid of the so called savages of this island. Conall’s words reached her ear and they caused the princess to let out a thoughtful hum. She wasn’t exactly sure how she felt knowing people would just give her things for free here. It almost didn’t seem right knowing that this was how many of the people made their living off of their products.

But then the smell of warm sweets filled her nose and before she could really think of it her feet were carrying her in the direction of a stand that was being run by a young woman. As she got closer the smell became stronger. She hadn’t eaten since before she left the ship she arrived on and all of the craziness that had come after had given her quite an appetite. Not to mention she had always had a large sweet tooth. When she got to the stand she didn’t notice the way the woman stared at her, instead she was to focused with the numerous treats laid out before her. Her bright eyes landed on a small vanilla cake covered in frosting. Just the sight of it almost made Raenessa’s mouth water in delight. “May I have that one please?” The woman simply nodded and quickly picked up the cake and handed it to Raenessa, placing it in her palms gently before bending her head and thanking her. As she turned away she didn’t notice the numerous people who started to go to the woman’s line after she was a good feet or two away. She took a bite into her cake, smiling brightly at the sweet taste. Just as she was about to take another bite a deep voice reached her ear. One that made Raenessa spin on her heel.

“I see your sweet tooth is as strong as ever, moonlight.”

Raenessa spun around quickly, her hair flying back around her and hitting her on the shoulder due to the quick speed. Once she saw who the voice belonged to her face lit up in pure delight and a bright smile lifted her lips. “Christopher!” The man was standing a few feet away from her. Christopher was a tall man, standing at least a foot above Raenessa, but then again the princess was so short that being taller than her wasn’t a hard feat at all. He was a handsome man with a chiseled jaw, dark hair, and bright blue eyes.

For a moment Raenessa looked as if she wanted to run into Christopher’s arms and hug the man tightly but quickly thought better of it. She was engaged to be married now, she couldn’t go running into his arms now like she use to back home whenever he would return from a long adventure at sea. No matter how much she really wanted to. Christopher had always been the only man to have seemed to truly care about her. Seeing him forced Raenessa to still feel the slight butterflies in her stomach that she regularly got whenever they were together. She still hadn’t truly moved on from her crush on him from long ago. It was silly but a part of her had always hoped that maybe if she had mustered up the courage to tell him how she felt maybe they could have convinced her father to let them marry but it was to late for that now. Besides he was a sea man and frankly Raenessa had never been to fond of the ocean. “What are you doing here?”

Christopher simply lifted up one of his brows and gave her that charming smile of his. “I think I should be the one asking you that, moonlight.” He looked as if he wanted to step closer to her, to hug her after not seeing her for over a year but he had seen the group she had entered with and knew better than to mess with any of them. “I thought your father never wanted you to step foot on this island.”

His words caused Raenessa to glance away for a second. “Well my father changed his mind.” She admitted, lifting her cake and taking another bite. Once she swallowed it she continued on. “I’m engaged to the chief. I just arrived here this morning.” She could see the shock that covered his eyes at her admittance. Probably due to the fact that they had always been taught to believe that the natives of this island were savages. He even seemed to get a protective glimmer in his eyes as if he wanted to take her and whisk her away. Though they both knew that was a horrible idea and would more than likely result in either his death or being enslaved.

-ghost- · Oct 17th 2019

aryan nakai//twenty one//chief of the omaticaya

As they walked down the long aisles of the Market, the Omaticaya people would lower their heads as the chief and his bride passed, showing their respect. Then they would resume whatever it was they had been doing, though not without occasionally throwing glances in their direction. It wasn't often the chief came to the Market, and the people were still curious about their next chieftess.

Aryan himself was watching Raenessa, at the way her eyes widened at the wonders the visitors had brought with them - from animals to pastries to jewelry boxes. People from all over the world had come together to trade their wares in Adarlan. He wondered if she had ever traveled before now, or if she recognized any of the eccentric foods on display. Though it seemed she must have, because she made a beeline for a merchant selling cakes.

The merchant, a pretty young woman, offered one for her to take without any payment, as he would have expected. And as Raenessa stepped away, the line for the stand suddenly grew much longer. When Raenessa took a bite, he noticed how brightly she smiled and made a mental note to purchase more for her when she wasn't looking.

By the way she was eating, Aryan guessed that she must have been hungry. He was just about to suggest that they eat lunch when he noticed a man he did not recognize speaking to Raenessa. By the look of him, he was not from Adarlan, and he was dressed too nicely to be a slave. And by the way Raenessa responded, with a smile she had not graced her betrothed with before, it would seem she knew him. She called out his name, and Aryan frowned at the oddity of it. They were speaking in their own tongue, too quickly for Aryan to understand properly. Though he had a good idea of the situation.

The man seemed too familiar with her, and looked as if he wanted to step closer, but the guards standing close by must have made him think better of it. No stranger was allowed near her without permission, should they be an assassin sent by a rival or a threat of any other sort. Aryan was glad for this, for he did not like the protective glimmer in the other man's eye. The thought of this foreigner challenging him for his mate caused him to clench his jaw.

Stepping forward, Aryan moved to place his hand on the small of her back. He tried his best to speak correctly in their tongue. "We are getting food. Join us."

The way he said it made it clear that it was more of a command than a polite invitation. Even though this Christopher was not part of his tribe, he was still on his land, and it would be a grievous affront to refuse the chief.

So when the other man consented, Aryan nodded and began to walk again, this time beside Raenessa. Along the way, Rozene joined them, a warm smile on her face. Her braid was swung from side to side as she jogged toward them. She greeted each of them, and introduced herself to Christopher. While they were walking, she noticed a fertility charm at a self-proclaimed wizard's booth. It was meant to be hung from the bed during such events. Rozene traded one of her rings for it and presented it to Raenessa with a giggle.

After that, Aryan felt that he should give his bride a gift as well. Not but a few moments later did he notice a beautiful feathered cloak from the Illyrian Isles. He traded the silk scarf wrapped around his arms for it and brought it back to Raenessa. He held it out to her and softly said, "For you."

Afterward they passed a stand where a birdseller had taught a parrot to say her name. He then offered it to her at no cost. Other gifts were given in plenty to her as well: slippers, jewels, scented oils, silver rings for her hair, medallion belts, war paints, soft furs, sandsilks, jars of scent, needles, feathers, tiny bottles of purple glass, and a red gown intricately woven. Aryan had to call for a wagon to carry all of her things.

At last they reached a place where they could sit and eat - rows of benches with umbrellas offering shade. Aryan sat himself beside Raenessa, Rozene on her other side. Connall sat next to Christopher and across from the others. They were brought plates of peppered pork sausages, served with garlic and grilled onions, and bowls of a native spicy stew. For dessert they brought honeyfingers and lemon cakes.

While they ate, Aryan kept a watchful eye on Christopher. At last he spoke up. "Tell us how you know Raenessa."

butter_cup · Oct 17th 2019

raenessa valgaeron//nineteen//princess of valgaeron//betrothed to aryan

Raenessa felt a hand on her lower back and when she turned her head quickly to figure out who it was, though frankly she should have realized from the beginning that it had to be Aryan because the goods wouldn’t have let anyone that close to her, let alone touch her. When he asked Christopher to join her the princess’ brows furrowed in confusion. It seemed odd that he would ask Christopher, a man he didn’t know, to join them for lunch. Perhaps there was an ulterior motive there that the princess did not know about but either way it shocked her. Her shock grew even more when Christopher agreed saying that he could go for a bite. The princess forced a smile on her lips. “Great! That means I can hear about your stories while you were away.” Christopher was an explorer, a sailor, and therefore always had the most exhilarating stories to tell Raenessa whenever he returned home for a month or two before heading back out. His stories had always assured her that she did the right thing not telling him about her feelings from long ago. Now they were more dimmed, like a faint light of a candle before it was completely snuffed out.

After this they all began to walk, following Aryan to wherever he was leading them to for lucnch. Not to long after that Rozene appeared and decided to join them. All the while it seems the girl wanted to embarrass Raenessa and even went as far as to buy a fertility necklace. It only caused the princess to blush profusely. She was still very much a Virgin. She had to be in order to marry a man of high status so the idea of sex and intercourse as a whole was a confusing subject for her. Though she wasn’t entirely sure how a necklace was supposed to help her get pregnant whenever the time came. After that more people began to present her with gifts. Aryan gave her a beautiful cloack, a man gave her a talking bird that repeatedly said her name who Raenessa was going to name mango, and many other things. It became to much for the guards to carry themselves and Aryan had to call in a wagon for them to pull around. She honestly wasn’t sure how many more gifts she could take. Though she believed it wouldn’t last long due to the fact that both Aryan and Rozene had to trade something in order to get her their presents even though they were the royal family so with time she hoped people did the same thing with her.

It didn’t take long before they reached their destination. It was rather a rather beautiful place and even had umbrellas to block out the sun. Raenessa was sat in between Rozene and Aryan and it only made her glad to be tiny because otherwise she probably wouldn’t have any room to wiggle around in. Once they were settled they were each brought a plate of delicious food. Almost immediately Raenessa began to eat hers, nearly sticking her tongue out when Christopher making a voice about how her mother would decimate her if she saw her eating that way. He was right though, her mother would definitely kill her all while saying it was unladylike for a girl to eat the way she was in the moment.

Her lilac eyes sprung up when Aryan practically ordered Christopher to explain how she knew her. This caused Raenessa to look over to her old friend. The man had just been about to put a piece of the food into his mouth br instead he sat down his fork and shrugged slightly.

“Nessa and I have been friends since we were babies. My father was close to her’s so we grew up together basically. We’ve been friends forever I see her as a little sister.”

Okay Raenessa had to admit that one hurt the teeniest, tiniest, bit. Deciding to talk herself she spoke up. “Christopher didn’t want to take after his father and become a merchant so he became a sailor instead so I never got to see him often once we entered our teenaged years. It’s why I was so happy to see him.”

-ghost- · Oct 18th 2019

aryan nakai//twenty one//chief of the omaticaya

Aryan listened intently to what Christopher had to say, and in turn his bride. And whenever he was stuck on a part, he would turn to look toward Connall, who then translated for him. From what he understood, the pair were nothing more than childhood friends, and this man had no romantic interest in her. It was a great relief to hear, and he seemed to become less tense.

"A friend of Raenessa is a friend of mine." Aryan said after he washed down his food with a drink. They had not been offered water, but wine instead. Wine was a favorite beverage among the people, and was even served with breakfast. Though Aryan himself rather preferred tea so early in the morning. "You are welcome here any time."

For a while they all sat and ate and shared stories. Rozene had asked Christopher to share his tales of travel and adventure with her while she sipped at her wine, and Connall barely touched his food and instead watched everyone who passed with suspicion. Aryan had picked up his bowl and was slurping down the stew, which was spicy enough to make his nose turn a bit red and his eyes water. Shifters weren't well known for their manners. They were partly animals, after all.

After he had finished his food, and his cup of wine, he had no room for the fancy little cakes meant for dessert. Instead he was quite aware of how closely he was sitting next to Raenessa. He began to wonder if she was still upset with him over the kiss or not, though he wasn't sure how to ask. Though he knew he should, if there was ever going to be a chance of them even liking one another.

Once everyone was finished eating, Aryan stood and the others followed. It was halfway through the day already, and Aryan wanted to spend some alone time with his bride in order to get to know her better. So he nodded his head and told them, "Enough for today."

Rozene left with Christopher, and Connall began to leave as well, but Aryan told him to stay. The guards escorted them back to the palace, and stood guard at the doors as they closed behind them. Connall trailed behind the pair, silent and sure-footed. Aryan watched as the slaves carried the wagon of gifts into Raenessa's rooms, but he did not turn down the same hall. Instead, he led her down a different path - this one more dim and less decorated. He led her to large oak doors and told Connall to stand watch. Then he was opening the doors, and the bright sunlight caused them to have to squint and shield their eyes.

In front of them were the palace gardens. It was a square piece of land with freshly cut grass and stone paths leading throughout. A stone gray fountain was in the center, lined with berry bushes. Violets, red roses, and elderflowers were blooming all around them, and butterflies of all colors and sizes were fluttering from one to the next. Lemon trees stood sentry over the flowers, offering shade from the harsh sun; their branches almost reaching out to them, as if to pluck one. Tall, thorny hedges lined the perimeter - acting as walls to keep intruders out.

Aryan glanced sideways at Raenessa, wanting to see what her reaction would be. He thought perhaps she had much grander gardens in her homeland, but these were his and he hoped she would like them.

butter_cup · Oct 19th 2019

raenessa valgaeron//nineteen//princess of valgaeron//betrothed to aryan

When Aryan said that Christopher was free to visit here any time Raenessa was more than happy. The idea of still being able to see someone she’s known the majority of her life made her feel easy. He would be able to inform her of what was going on back in their country, tell her how everything was and what changed since she was gone. Tucking a long piece of silvery hair behind her ear she smiled gently. The princess then moved to pick up her cup of wine, lifting it to her lips and taking a sip of it. Raenessa had never really been a drinker before so the taste was rather new for her. There was a bitter after taste but besides that it was pretty tasty. However she did side eye the bowl of stew, not particularly sure if she would eat some or not. She could smell how much spice that had been put in t and the idea almost made her throat feel raw. Letting out a soft sigh she set her cup down and moved to pick up the bowl. She didn’t want to seem prissy or rude for not eating at least some of it. She hadn’t seen any spoons to eat the soup with so she assumed that here the people just drank it out of the bowl. Raenessa remember she tried that once when she was a child and her mother just about had a heart attack. But her mother wasn’t here and she wouldn’t get in trouble for not being up to her usual standards of manners. Once she began to eat the soup she nearly had to pull away in order to cough. It was scarily spicy to the point that it started to makeher eyes water. She wasn’t sure whether she liked it or not.

They all continued to eat and talk, Christopher going on about his adventures out at see at Rozene’s command. Instead of finishing up her bowl of that devilish spice she ate more of those delicious little cakes. It didn’t take much longer for everyone to finish eating and when they did they all moved to stand and move away from the table. Rozene and Christopher left together and Raenessa waved them goodbye. She hoped that Christopher and his crew would be staying a day or two more so she could learn more about his adventures during the past year. That just left Raenessa, Aryan, and Conall. Though she wasn’t exactly sure how much Conall counted. The man hadn’t uttered a word the entire meal and had hardly even touched his plate. She hoped that he wasn’t trying to busy himself to much with protecting them that he was going to deprive himself of his basic needs.

The three of them made their way back to the castle and Raenessa kept her hands clasped in front of her pelvic area. Every once and a while she would cast a glance over to Aryan but he kept his gaze looking forward, hard and firm. Before long they reached the palace, the guards that had been with them staying out side as the doors closed. She saw servants taking her new thugs to her room and figured that she would be going back there as well but instead Aryan continued down another pathway. Raenessa followed after the man confused, wondering where he was taking her. Aryan led her towards two large oak doors before he told Conall to stand watch. Raenessa had to squint her eyes tightly against the harsh sun as the doors were opened. Blinking her eyes to adjust to the light she took a step forward. Once she was properly able to see her eyes widened brightly in awe. She looked around, stepping deeper into the gardens. “Aryan this beautiful!” She exclaimed, turning to face the man. She had never seen gardens like this before. The flowers were all so bright and lovely, the butterflies were gorgeous, it was all just so wonderful. “We don’t have gardens like this back in my country.”