~ E ~
The wind was blowing uncontrollably, making the air too cold to breathe in.
I peered outside and saw white flakes of snow that flurried about the carriage like the sand storms in Dorne.
Our palace walls were built to withstand the most harshest storms and terrifying raids.
Can Winterfell's walls hold against the unforgiving elements of this land?
Or will the icy walls harden and slowly crumble to extinction?
They say that the people that resides within the walls are really monsters that preys on the weak.
Can it be true?
Is he really a monster?
"We are here, my princess".
The walls that came into sight were old and grey. It spoke of the years it stood through and the times it has witnessed.
Ashara's hand reached out and held mines, smooth and warm. Will his hands feel the same way or will they be rough and cold?
I will find out soon enough.
When I stepped out of the carriage to greet him, I was expecting to see horns jutting out of his head or a wolf tail sprouting from his back.
But he was. . . .just a man.
He was well built and more than a foot taller than me. He had brown hair that framed his chiseled face and manly chin.
And his eyes were a piercing grey that seemed to glow like the silver moon.
Reluctantly, I felt myself began to swoon.
He was no monster.
He was just a beautiful creature of nature.
~ B ~
I hope she's pretty.
If I am to be mated to a lass that will be by my side, she will have to be easy on the eyes.
I know she is a princess, that much I was told.
The Princess of Dorne.
The land of the scorching deserts had finally agreed to the marriage proposal that father had worked hard to secure.
A union between fire and ice.
Surely the old gods must be shaking their heads at the irony of it.
Are we really to mate with her?
Yes.
To a complete stranger?
She will not be once we get to know her.
Ugh, you sound like mother.
I laughed heartly at that.
Mother did say to behave and that is what we intend to do.
When father told me I was to be married, I was speechless.
And angry.
For him to make a decision on my life without my input on the matter was unacceptable.
But as the eldest of his children, I had no choice but to accept my fate; to be married to a princess that I know little of.
I heard that she walks among vipers and that she is one.
Hmm. . . . .I suppose we will find out soon enough.
And I did.
I held my breath when I saw her stepped out of the carriage.
Her plaited black hair - long and thick - was touching the ground where she stood.
Her sun kissed face was breathtaking and her plump lips were sensually alluring.
And her eyes.
By the old gods and new, they were gold - like big pools of honey and milk.
Mate.
She was a goddess.
Ours.
But this goddess before me was not pretty.
She was beautiful.
And I intend to make her mines forever.
You mean ours.
Yes. . .
Ours.
~ Author's Note ~
Happy Saturday/Sunday Everyone!
Here is another update for the tumbler short. I really hope you like it.
Next week will be Elia with another character. Can you guess who that is?
Please RnR!