It was a windy night, the rain poured unceasingly. In a castle occurs a lively scene; a large amount of exotic food was arranged on a long table made of elder wood; these foods were shared between the cheerful noble participants, they drank wine in their golden chalices as they lay upon exquisite elven-carved chairs. At the highest seat sat an old man with bright tousled hair, thick eyebrows, and a crooked nose- His bushy scruffy beard thoroughly hid his mouth, none knew whether he was smiling or not. King Magnus II, they call him, yet no matter how glorious his name is, the king was unfit for such duties; especially for a king who indulges himself in pleasure and luxury, to which the commoners bear the brunt of his meaningless spendings. To his left, Queen Mary, a princess of a neighboring country wed to him countless years ago as an agreement for establishing an alliance between two kingdoms. Much to her horror, Queen Mary was treat

I’m sure father would have agreed to Norman’s proposal by now, Holus knows what kind of treatment I will receive once he and I have sworn an oath of marriage. How Maria detested of such a thought, Holus guide me, what should I do? She prayed even if knowing that the God she reveres wouldn’t answer. “Princess, we need to leave!” The loud thud on the door awoke Maria from her thoughts. Her eyebrows creased as she was annoyed by the sudden interruption. She walked towards the door and opened it, standing right outside was a tall, sturdy man. Sweat poured unceasingly from his f