The sunlight poured over the hillside at dawn filling you with warmth and comfort. There was no-one to bother you here, you often left your village before first light. Dawn and sunset brought a soothing comfort to you. You never wanted to leave the spot you sat in, when you arrived it was always so… inviting and when it was time to leave, it was almost as if the grass was clinging to your feet begging you to stay. If you were to climb the hills, which were now glowing emerald under the morning sun, you could see the palace. It was so tall and magnificent you were sure it could be seen from the edge of the realm.
You looked up to find that time had passed you by rather fast and that the sun was climbing ever higher into the sky. You fled the field as fast as your feet would carry you to the edge of the forest. You mounted your father's horse you borrowed in order to get through the dense wood. The ride back took what seemed like a few minutes due to the thought of punishment from your drunk for a father for not being home to bring him mead when he awoke. Your father belonged to one of the many smuggling gangs in Asgard. It wasn't pleasant, especially for you. Your life was miserable compared to most. The only work in your village was agriculture and that was reserved for the men women were kept to the house or to look after the young ones who played outside while the parents were too busy doing grown up activities often at the pleasure of the man and the discomfort of the wife.
Salesmen came through monthly; they sold goods from the city such as books and scriptures along with fine clothes and beverages. One of them had taking a liking to you Dorano his name was. He would sneak a book of the cart for you every time he passed. This was because your father forbids you to have any kind of education what so ever. Despite his commands you had taught yourself to read and write and you could do some very basic mathematics.
The last book he had given to you was about one of the princes, Loki specifically. You had heard many rumours about him, how he was a womanizing soldier who took what he wanted and gave nothing back. You had also heard how fearless he was in battle and that enemies trembled at his name. The only person they could be more afraid of was his brother Thor. But these days he was preparing to be king. When conversations were to be had about the two brothers it was often said that they loved each other an endless amount, however always seemed to have some form of rivalry over one topic or another.
You soon arrived back at the small wooden shack which you knew as home; you placed the horse back in the pen at the back of the house and scurried in the doorway as fast as you could. Luckily the old drunk was still on the wooden bench asleep where he was when you left sound asleep. You checked to see who was awake but both your mother and sister were asleep in bed. You sighed a sigh of sheer relief. No whippings today thank the gods!
After retrieving a book from under the bed you slipped out again to sit down on a wooden stump not 3 meters away from the front door and began reading the last chapter of the last book Dorano gave you. It told how the prince WAS a womaniser however on the occasion he could be found to have a sensitive heart to women both romantically and platonically and how this was demonstrated through the affections he held towards his mother. The book stated he would do anything for her, kill his own brother if he had to.
After reading you quietly snuck back in changed into your bed clothes and slipped under a thin sheet on your bed.