Prologue:
I stepped up from the creaky bed I was just laying on. My back was aching, and my eyes felt sore from the terrible sleep I had. I haven't been asleep too long, have I? I pulled out my rusty pocket watch, and checked the time quickly. 00:34. I hadn't been asleep for more than 3 hours, and yet I felt like I overslept. I checked outside of the window in my room. It was dark, no land in sight. Was this how the rest of the trip would be? I hoped not. At that moment, I wished that I hadn't been banished from Arendelle, and in fact been able to stay there. Their inns were homely, better than the ones in Weselton. I sighed and laid back down onto my bed, thinking about what had transpired throughout the past month.
To get a little bit of a backstory, let me start off by saying, I do not want to reveal my first name. That is not one of my priorities, but I will refer to the other characters by their real names. Of course, except for the ones who asked to be left out of this. Such as my "partner" during this adventure in Arendelle, the man who shall be named, "Sideburns".
I was born in the country of Denmark as the second child of the Krogh family. However, I was the only one who had lived, as my older brother, Rustan, died as a young infant. I grew up fairly well, my father being a nobleman of the city I was born in. He paid a lot of money to get me properly trained for crossbow lessons, which I learned at the young age of 9. My mother was so proud of my skills. However, tragedy struck my family when my mother, Toni Krogh, died from an unknown illness. My father was never the same from that point on. I struggled as a teenager, and my dreams of being free as an adult were cut short as my father, who thought that I was a beligerent idiot and was always pressuring me to join the forces, actually forced me to join the forces of the city I was from.
Life in Denmark as a soldier was troubling, to say the least. I got into many fights with the other servicemen, and finally, they've had enough of it, and transferred me to Weselton. At the age of 25, I was moving to a different area that I did not know of. My father didn't even say goodbye to me, the rotten bastard. The journey didn't take long, but it was an area that was new to me, but I was ready to take it by the horns. Quickly, I was humbled by a few of the men there, who told me that I should wisen up. They beat me for the first few weeks, but I quickly snapped into order. Then, at 27, I met her.
Norma Thuesen was her name, at the time. I was performing my duties as a guard of the Royal Ball of Weselton. I was quickly moving up the ranks at the time, so I was a trusted guard already. I was standing at my post, having an overview of the area, when I caught the gaze of a small women, who was dressed in a nice, red dress, and had beautiful brunette hair. She matched my look, and actually started to walk over. Now, at the time of this happening, I had no idea what to do. I have had no experience with women before, so to have one approach me was absolutely crazy. I hope I kept my stoic look on my face. She said, "Hello, sir. I noticed you looking at me, and I'd just like to say, you are a man I would like to look at, as well. Did that come out wrong?" I nodded my head, and got a huge smile from excitement. Dammit, I can't show personality, or there will be consequences. But, as I responded, I noticed that she actually made me laugh. Laughing? I haven't done that in a long time. We talked for what seemed to be hours. Suddenly, I noticed the head of the guard storming over by me. "KROGH! What are you doing?" He yelled in his booming voice. I struggled to say anything, and finally just got back to guarding.
I stood there guarding for another couple of minutes, when the head of the guard came back to me. "Krogh. You may take a 10 minute break, but only if you get STRAIGHT back to guarding, do you understand me?" He exclaimed. I agreed, and pulled out the fish sandwich that I had packed. I took one bite from it when I noticed a shadow over my sandwich. "Krogh!" yelled an... oddly feminine voice. I stood up, and turned to face, Norma. She found my frightened reaction hilarious, and she reached her hand out. "Will you dance with me, Mr.?" I took her up on this offer. We danced for a few minutes, until she said, "Hey, let's go out to the balcony, and talk there!"
We went out to the balcony, and looked over at this woman's face. I saw pure joy, and actual fun coming from it as I told my jokes. As we spoke more and more, I started to actually fall in love a little more. At this point, I looked at my pocket watch and noticed that I was 2 minutes overdue. I swore under my breath and told her I had to go. She got a little upset, but told me that she would see me soon. I replied with the same thing, and left swiftly.
As I arrived at my post, the head of the guard was there at my post. "KROGH! WHERE WERE YOU?!" He fumed. I apologized and fumbled to my spot. "No, Krogh, I have a new position for you. You get to guard the Duke himself." I cringed upon hearing of this. The Duke was known as an annoying twerp who believed he knew everything. I visibly got upset, but I understood why he did it. I wasn't fit as a guard of the palace, especially with Norma meeting me that night.
The next few nights were great, I met with Norma a few more times, and after the last night, she agreed to marry me, and become Norma Krogh. She had to beg her father to allow her to marry me, as he was currently searching through possible marriage candidates for her, but he finally agreed. We got married in a large ceremony, and I loved her ever since.
A few years passed, and at age 35, the Duke of Weselton had learned that the King and the Queen of one of our trade partners, Arendelle, had passed away tragically, on a boat heading for Corona. Since their 2 daughters were young, and not much was known about them, Arendelle was left without rulers for 3 years. Finally, in the 3rd year, we learned that the eldest daughter had finally come of age for coronation. We recieved a letter, and left by ship at once.
I'm sure you all know what happens next.