(Okay well here is chapter three. Sorry that it wasn't up as fast as the other but my internet was down and i had to find a hotspot to be able to post this. Anyway here is chapter three enjoy!)

I woke up late, the hot sun burning my face, beckoning me to wake. Damn sun. I looked over to see the windows open. I grunted, one of the maids must have opened the curtains while I slept. Damn maid. I forced my feet to the floor and grudgingly dragged myself toward my dresser.

My room was quite expansive. A silver four poster bed with purple satin hangings sat in the middle of the room. To the beds left was a matching dresser and to the right was my own private library and desk. It was quite beautiful in a dark sort of way but the sunlight pouring in through the windows created an empty feeling, obscuring the shadows and fading its elegance.

I felt exactly like my room at the moment, intruded upon by an unwelcomed guest. I had been perfectly happy in my world of shadow before one little note burned a whole in the darkness. Damn Olivia.

I opened my dresser to see an assortment of dresses along with sevel sets of asgardian armor. I glance over the contents quickly selecting a sleeveless silk dress. I was in a bad mood and another scolding over attire would only enrage me, I decided to submit to my mother's wishes by wearing a dress. The dress was comfortable enough. The purple silk floated around me and being strapless there were no annoying metal straps to cut into my skin. Why asgardian women felt the need to adorn their dresses with uncomfortable metal was a complete mystery to me.

I looked myself over in the mirror before slipping on a pair of sandals and leaving the room. I needed to see Loki, immediately.


I glided into the room stopping just in front of the Loki. He was lounging on the couch reading. "Something the matter Octavia?" He asked without looking up.

I sighed before sitting down on the edge of the sofa, "Is it that obvious?"

Loki laughed, "My dear Octavia, You are wearing a dress….as I recall you saying, 'Princess Octavia NEVER wears a dress.' So obviously there must be something the matter." I smiled. Loki put the book down and stared at me. We waited in silence for several minutes. Waiting for me to begin.

"Loki…you don't…oh never mind…it's silly." But it wasn't silly at all. The note was from Octavia and Octavia always did things for a reason. Loki frowned.

"What were you going to say?"

"Nothing…" I stared into Loki's eyes, he didn't break my eye contact, "Fine. I found an encrypted note…well it was quite straight forward really but….I don't understand it."

Loki raised an eyebrow. This expression usually struck me as comical…but not today. "Who exactly was it from."

"Olivia." I spat the word as if it were poison. Loki grimaced.

"She must be up to something," He whispered to himself, "But what?"

We sat in silence for what seemed like hours. Several times I tried to tell Loki what the note said but he refused. He said he didn't need to hear any of Olivia's nonsense, especially if it had to do with him. I got frustrated just sitting there. I had steam I needed to blow off.

I quickly stood up. "I am going to the garden." I announced. Loki seemed to relax at this statement for he quietly picked up his book and resumed reading. I promptly headed for the exit when Loki's words stopped me.

"Just be weary of Olivia…If her mind works anything like mine…well then she has something big planned for you." I nodded grimly then continued on my way.


The garden was quite lovely today, flowers blooming all around and the fountains bubbling with life. I wandered around for a while, simply clearing my head. Eventually I settled on the edge of a rather large fountain. The water bubbled behind me, soothing my aching mind. I stretched out along the ledge, the cold marble felt good against my skin. I closed my eyes. It was quite peaceful here…the only thing that would make it better would be…I snapped open my eyes when I heard a branch crack nearby.

"It's not polite to wake a sleeping princess." I said with a smile.

Fandral beamed at me, "What about those midgaurdian fairytales where they wake the princess with a kiss surely that would make up for the impoliteness of the deed?"

"Ah but you failed to kiss me so I'm afraid I'll have to order your execution." Fandral laughed and sat down next to me. His face loomed over mine, almost close enough to kiss…wait no…I didn't love Fandral. Love entitled marriage and marriage was something I never intended to be a part of. I closed my eyes trying to clear the silly thoughts from my mind. I couldn't love Fandral and I couldn't get married…it was too…dangerous. I had seen many men corrupted by chances at power. Marriage to me, the power that came with it, it was too dangerous to give away. No…I would not get married. I would stay single forever.

"Octavia?" I opened my eyes. Fandral was staring at me, a questioning look in his eyes.

"Sorry…I was just thinking."

Fandral smiled, "you think too much."

I sat up and gasped theatrically. "And what am I supposed to do? Sit around let men order me around all day?"

We both giggled. The joke was quite fitting because I was not your typical woman. I rarely wore dresses, I learned how to fight, hell I even had my own thoughts and feelings. Most men were irked by my behavior, they had a vision of how a princess should act and I didn't fit the bill, but Fandral didn't care how I acted. I guess being friends with Sif for so long he was used to this kind of behavior.

"You look beautiful today." He whispered. I tried not to blush, I really tried but my female emotions got the better of me, I blushed. He was so sweet but…I couldn't.

I was jarred from my thoughts as unwanted feet made their way toward us. Olivia slipped around the corner, smiling her fake smile while her gold hair glittered in the sunlight.

"Good morning dearest sister." Her words spoke greeting but her glare spoke the truth. She turned to Fandral and her eyes sparkled. "Good morning Fandral." She said in a disgustingly flirtatious tone.

"Good morning Olivia…" Fandral said politely. I could tell he was uncomfortable with the situation by the way he continued to clench and unclench his fist.

As Usual Octavia paid no attention to the awkwardness and simply plowed right through to her point, "Father wants to see us Octavia." I sighed, getting up slowly.

"Fine." I said shortly. Olivia smiled before walking ahead to the throne room. Did that witch know how to ruin a moment or what?


The throne room was enormous, several metals combined to make beautiful columns and a domed ceiling, but I never really paid it any attention. The rooms demand for attention was always overshadowed by my father. King Odin sat on his throne, his reputation and presence drawing your attention more than even the most ornate column ever could. My father smiled at us. Few people ever saw Odin smile but those who did saw if frequently.

My sister bowed gracefully and spoke praises in a low whisper. I, never being one for formalities, simply yelled 'Hi daddy!' Olivia grimaced but father smiled. He never seemed to care about my informal way of doing things.

"Hello to you as well my daughters." We stood silently, waiting for the All-Father to continue. "You have both grown up beautifully. You have come of age and it is now time."

I thought he was going to start explaining our coming of age ceremonies, Thor and Loki had both gotten them so why wouldn't we? But the words he said next shattered all my thoughts, I completely forgot about the note, Fandral, and anything I thought the All-Father might have said.

"It is time for you to be married."

(Well please let me know what you think. I had a little trouble writing this chapter but it might just be because I'm so preoccupied with the last week of school at the moment. I'm really excited about this twist in the plot and can't wait to write more. Please let me know what you think!)