A/N: ooo. another story... Well, this is the prologue so it won't be in Arya's POV. Please review after you're done reading...
Here goes:
Prologue: Shaping Her Destiny
Evandar smiled as he gazed upon the baby in Islanzadi's arms. She looked exactly like her mother, her skin was pale and it seemed to emit a faint glow, she had dark hair, the same nose and mouthas her mother. Everything except her eyes, which were a deep shade of emerald, just like his.
"Arya," he whispered, touching his daughter's brow. "Arya Drottningu." The name fitted her. He closed his eyes, thinking of a blessing fit for his only child.
"May you fulfill you fate as princess of Ellesmera," he said, allowing his strength to be sapped in order to shape her future.
"May you find a consolation in every hardship you endure," whispered Islanzadi. "And may you find love when you need it the most."
She lay Arya down in a cot beside her bed. She watched as Arya's eyelids fluttered and closed. A comfortable silence fell on the occupants of the room, the only sound was Arya's steady breathing.
My daughter, the heir to the knotted throne, she sighed. She absentmindedly stroked Arya's cheek, feeling its softness. Evandar put an arm around her shoulders.
I wonder what she'll be like when she grows up.
A/N: How was it? I know it's a little short but the chapters will get longer in a while. Please review! any suggestions or comments are welcome!
