Disclaimer: I don't own the Inheritance Cycle, just maybe some of this setting and princess Anitchka, that's how the princess is call. This first chapter is from her POV
Quick Summary:After Murtagh and Eragon last battle in book 3, Galbatorix twisted Murtagh mind and hid some of his memories, while at the Varden, of Nasuada,of Eragon. So now he is almost a loyal servant, but of course full of doubts. King Galby wants him to marry her, so he keeps his mind out of battle or trying to discover what happend to his memories, their relationship is more of pupil and teacher. Anitchka, or Anika for short Galby hasn't paid much attention to it, but kind of know the king.
"Happy birthday!" the room erupted with cheers as I made my entrance, wearing my favorite purple strapless dress, it was beyond doubt that it was tight on my waist up, but from the waist down it was more free, my dark purple hair was long, almost touching my waist, it was curly. I smile and continue walking to the far end of the room were there was my mother and father with huge grins on their faces, my mother, with her blonde hair put on a nice ponytail; opened her arms and I walked toward her embrace, she smelled of like a jasmines, she cupped my face, "You feel my heart with joy, happy ninetieth birthday," next I turned to my father, the king, how was wearing a purple robe. "Father," I said formally; "Aw!" he said and embraced me, "Como here, it has been so long! How was your aunt?" I forced a smile and remember, what a horrible year! "Horrible and ugly as always," I declared cheerfully and put my hands on my tiny waist, the room erupted into laughter.
"Come everybody let us but dance and drink!" shouted my father, the room erupted with music; servants came in and gave out glasses on the best wine. I found myself smiling and dancing with a young noble on red hair, softly the music shifted to one more slow and soft. I saw my dad, "May I?" he asked my dancing companion, he just bowed to him and kissed my hand. I smiled and started dancing with my father, "You are a lady," he murmured in my ear. "I have news," he said, and I murmured in his ear, "Let me hear them." He looked at me, "Not here, come to the treasure room." I profoundly hopped he was not to gift me with any more jewelry.
When we finally arrived I notice it was bigger…and fuller. "Remember anything from the 'Curse Bloodline'?" The cursed bloodline short for the royals that once lived these lands but were exile to Alagaesia by our ancestor due to unknown causes, to save them or the land, or because they were getting really powerful, but that was sort of thirty years ago. "Yes, I remember the story," where was he going? "Well, the thing is that they are still alive, the legacy I mean, the bloodline." I gasped, "Didn't it die with the rider Morzan the last of them?"
"Apparently not," he took of his crown and handed it to me, it was lighter than I remember. "He had a son, ah, I don't quite remember his name but, king Galbatorix has contacted me via scrying glass, he was aware of Morzan bequest." I looked at him with scowling features, "I won't marry him, never," I said without any hesitation. How would want to marry that rouge? All the cruel rumors have fly across the sea. "No! not him," my father screamed and put a hand on his heart, "The war has affected the…um..Varden, so much that they have made no move in four years, Galbatorix rider…M.. Mur…Murtagh! Is Morzan son, and Galbatorix has named him his heir. Not to the throne, but in a way more like his second in command after his first minister."
"So..you want me to marry Murtagh?" I asked, how old was he? Fifty? "No honey," he said and wipe some sweat from his brow, "Meet him. That's all I want, and I you whish marry him, he has a vice-count tile and also a lord, he is but twenty-two. Just three years ahead of you. And of course you will be escorted and well protected no one is forcing you to go." He looked at me seriously. "I swear that I will never make a think to hurt you." He grabbed a long wooden box and lightly touches my shoulder. "I know how muh you hate to received jewelry," I gaved him a small smile and pray for it not to be a necklace, actually the box was like two, three feets long. He opened it, inside there was a tow and a half sword. The blade was purple, and the the handle was made on shapire stones, "A gift from me to you. Was it okey?" I rabed it and tested the balance and smile. "Perfect," he laughed, "Excellent, now put it back," he said and handed me the box, "I put my crown on," he said while doing so, "and back to the party," he announced. I followed him, entering the room, he grabbed my arm softly, "Please think about it."
"I swear I'll have an answer by tomorrow mid-day."
I think… I hope.