I am aware that this is a shit fic, but hey whatever. It's not like anyone reads anything I write anyway.
Just so you know, this is a medieval royalty AU where Lily is a Celtic Pagan from Ireland, and James is an English Catholic. Lily is a Princess, James is a King. Obviously a JILY fic.
I will try to credit the original creators of things when it comes up, but I am making a blanket statement that some parts of this will come from other books/fics/webcomics, so don't get mad.
Please ignore any bad grammar/spelling/otherwise shitty writing. I wrote this in an hour, and I'm tired, so this is as good as it's going to get.
Disclaimer: Do you really think that JK Rowling would write this shit?
The travel at sea was miserable. And High Princess Lily Evans was in a less than happy mood.
She was being forced into a political marriage. That wasn't even the worst part! As the only daughter of High King Roderic of Ireland, she had been expecting a political marriage for her entire life. No, it was much worse. Her father was marrying her to a catholic. Just for the sake of diplomacy! Her father could have just sent him some gifts or something! There was no need to drag her into it! She was now going to have to marry a bloody catholic.
The emissary sent from England to discuss the contract with her father had even wanted her to convert to Catholicism! Her father had been about to agree when Lily's mother put her foot down.
"Your majesty may be about to sell our daughter to a catholic, but you will not make her a catholic if you do not want the economy to plummet!" She hissed in Gaelic, which was a language the Emissary did not know, thankfully.
The High Queen of Ireland was the sister of a rich duke who had a monopoly on Irish imports. So if the High Queen's brother, who she had wrapped around her finger, was mad, the family had an easy way of exacting vengeance.
So now, Lily and the four ladies in waiting she had been allowed to bring, were all in the cabin of a royal ship, trying to prepare themselves for tomorrow's docking on an English port.
"What was his majesty thinking!" seethed Mary Macdonald. "Marrying her highness to a catholic!" she spat 'catholic' as if it was the worst swear word she knew. And, it kind of was.
"Relax Mary," Soothed Emmeline Vance. If Mary was the young firecracker, then Emmeline was definitely the calm voice of reason. "it could have been worse. I heard the King of England is only a year older than her highness."
"But sending us off to sea so that her highness would arrive right before the celebration of Ostara?" Marlene Mckinnon moaned. "Even you cannot defend his majesty's sanity after he does a thing as foolish as that, Emmeline!"
"That was indeed an unsavory move," Alice Prewett pointed out. "Do you think that Catholic King will allow us to celebrate?"
"I hope so Alice," High Princess Lily responded grimly. "If he doesn't, I hate to think of the effects! Our Lady Morrigan would be even less forgiving if we weren't able to continue!"
The five girls paled at the idea of their princess's patron diety's wrath.
"Don't Catholics spit on our religion?" Mary questioned, not convinced of the High Princess's safety.
"I'm pretty sure their holy texts say something about 'saving' us Irish Celtic Pagans from our own 'delusions'" Marlene responded angrily.
"Well if the English people won't accept a pagan princess as their king's wife, then I will sacrifice myself to the gods before they have a chance to force me to convert!" The High Princess swore.
"All five of us will!" They all pledged. Their religion was the most important thing to the five, and they wouldn't let some catholic Englishman take that away from them.
The cabin was soon quiet as everyone began to relax.
Lily observed her four ladies in waiting.
Mary Macdonald was a fifteen-year-old second daughter to a lord. With her curly chestnut locks and notorious temper, she was quite refreshing to have around. Though one had to be careful with her at formal events since she was willing to argue with anyone if they offended her.
Marlene Mckinnon was like an older, blonde version of Mary, with a little more self-control. Marlene was 17, the same age as the High Princess. She and Lily had been best friends since they were little. Being daughters of a king and a Marquis, they were both raised at the Irish royal court and bonded over a mutual love of chaos and mischief in a world of order and splendor.
Alice Prewett was an eighteen-year-old noblewoman with strawberry-blonde hair and a very sweet demeanor. Everyone loved the daughter of the Irish Baron of Prewett, and she made for a wonderful lady in waiting.
At twenty-two, Viscountess Emmeline Vance was the only married woman of the ladies. The black-haired woman was on semi-decent terms with her husband, but both agreed that serving the High Princess of Ireland was a position that Emmeline shouldn't give up, as she had been serving the princess for several years. So, the ever calm and serene Emmeline was off to England, with no plans of returning to Ireland.
High Princess Lily Alianora Evans herself was a crimson-haired beauty with soft green eyes. However 'soft green' turned into a furious, vivid green slit whenever her redhead temper showed up. Which was quite often. It had taken years to learn to control her wrath, as it wouldn't be dignified for the High Princess to have an anger problem.
"As much as I hope this one night never ends," Lily sighed as she stood up. "We should get ready to sleep."
The ladies nodded and began bustling around the cabin, preparing everyone for the night.
The pride and joy of Ireland, High Princess Lily, was about to give her freedom, and her life, to an English king she had never met. "All for the sake of bloody diplomacy," she mumbled bitterly.
She only hoped that the English court wouldn't be too brutal for her.
'Oh, Lady Morrighan give me the strength, the wisdom, and the patience to not cause an international scandal...'
I know it's absolute trash... but should I continue?
Love from,
-The Candy Addict