Anitchka woke up with the first sunrays, she stretched and sat up on her bed, her room was color purplish-reddish, and she had a big closet, full of dresses, shirts and breeches. The bed was big and the covers had the same shed as her room. She went to the water closet and washed her face with cool water. Next she put on a light red dress, it had a leather belt and was square neck, she looked at herself in her full length mirror, she was slender, due to her work outs, she was a sword master and first-rated at the bow. Her hair was longer, a dark shade of purple, it used to be black but she had dyed it of a purple shade. She had sculpted eyebrows and subtle lips; she was smart, beautiful, and rich. Many had asked for her hand but she had just broken their hearts, no one had suited her. She was smarter than before and all thanks to a year over her aunt state.

She made her way to the kitchen balcony greeted by the servants and some court nobles, life was just the same. When she arrived she took a seat near her father, who was there already, "Good morning father," she said, "Morrow," he said without looking up from a letter he was reading. She could've guess who had written it. Together they ate in silence, until her father broke it, "Have you consider it?"

"Yes, and I think I'll like to meet him, to see if he suits me," I said and seep some tea. He looked at me and moved his head in a confirming way, "You are not being force," he said, she smiled at him, "I know, just for a change I think." Truthfully she wasn't scared; Anitchka was able to annoy the crap out of anyone or anything. "Where is mother?" she asked glancing around, all she could she was the calm morning sea, and feel the light breeze. "She…um… Wants some time alone." He said and butters a piece of bread. She sensed it was something else.

"Hypothetically speaking, if we were to go, or if they were to come here when will it be?" she asked and walked over to the balcony sipping her tea. "Say a month or two…" she turned to him, "So fast?" getting closer to him she said, "But I just return yesterday." Does it is more serious than it appears?

He pated her elbow and stand up, "Galbatorix can't live Alagaesia, he hasn't specified why, and he doesn't wants to send Murtagh, because he needs him there." He took her hand and look at her in the eye, she has chance, he thought, Anitchka does not longer coward from my sight, but held it. "You know your mother and I are in no condition to leave, beside who knows who long we have left in us? I don't want you to inherit a devastate island, no I want the best for you, and this boy seems kind of right. But it's you choice."

He touched her pale cheek. "We might get raid by Galbatorix, this is like a peace offering, a peace treaty, I'm so sad you have to take part of you are quite stunning I knew this day, the day someone was to ask for your hand, I knew this day would come. The boy…Murtagh has become heir to a good money sum from his father he might treat you well."

Anitchka felt like blushing, but she didn't, "Of course father, then I guess I will have to go back to my room and pack. How much clothe can I bring with me?" he smiled, his daughter was so matured and quite intrepid. "As much as you whish," he said and watch her go.

Uru'baen

Murtagh, are you all right? Thorn asked his rider, who seemed to have his mind lost.

Ah? What? Thorn? Are we under attack?

No, but I feel you a bit…distant.

I know but I feel, I don't know alienated to this place, in my own body. He was sitting up on his bed, the room was big, spacious with a wardrobe at one end, and it was painted a royal green with a chandelier hanging, a prince ling, whit a lot of gold awful display of gold. Galbatorix have given him these quarters some two years back. It felt so queer like not to remember what had happened before, saved for Thorn, of course. He had cut his dark brown hair, it touched his ears and the bangs cover his eyes, he was always brushing them away. Like always, he dressed in black, but his clothes were better-quality than before.

I was just thinking, he went on telling his dragon. It's only that the marriage proposal that Galbatorix gave to me, is so weird. I have never heard of any kingdom at the sea.

Well, it can't just be water over there; I bet there are more people across the sea, but unknown to us, and Alagaesia from them.

I know, is just why now. Why me? I'm not related t the king in anything but war affair. Beside he has his mistress, he could marry that girl. With the king, nobody knew what to expect.

I know, responded Thorn, and she is to deliver a baby to him, but what if the baby dies or Melady, his mistress on childbirth? Maybe this is sort of plan B?

Murtagh gave a humorless laughed, yeah what if.

Anitchka P.O.V

I returned to my room and told a maid to bring me my luggage bags, almost immediately I started to fill them with my clothe, I stop when I arrived at a dark pink dress, it was one inch below the knee, strapless and it was tied at the waist with a black satin ribbon. Oh! How I love it. With all the care in the world I fold it and packed it. Next some jewelry and so on, at the end of the day I had at least some seven bags.

A servant woman knocked my door and told me that my father had said that I was to leave in a week, by boat. To meet my future spouse, I thought and began to wonder how he would be.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I did, it was late midnight. Damn, I won't get back asleep now, so I decide to take a walk. I arrived at the gardens and walked across the roses bed, it smelt like heaven, some poor light was provided by the candles that my mother had placed on some tress. I stopped at the oldest one and bow to him, pressed my forehead to its trunk and pray for the acknowledgment that it was the right thing to do.

I removed myself and saw Lauriel, walking toward me, "'Night Anitchka, isn't a bit to late to be up?" he asked me. He was some three inches bigger than I was with soft red head, tan skin and muscular built. "Queer, I was to ask the same question," I sad and continue walking, from all of them he. My first one, my first mate, my first love. He left, and before I was to leave to my aunt house he came to many and asked my marriage, I declined and left him. "Wait," he said as he tried to keep up with my pass, "Let us talk is being a year since I have seen you. Would mind stop running?" I stopped and rolled my eyes.

"Lauriel you know I walk fast, if you want to walk with me you will have to keep my pace if not then don't bother yourself." I said and continue on, "You have change," he stated. "I know," I answer back, "And you not at all always following girls," it was true always following nice girls, how could I be so idiot that I fell in love with him.

"You make me sound evil," he said, "You know I loved you." He continues, "You know that I still do, marry me not a man you have never met." I smiled and look at him, "Lauriel I loved you, but not any longer I met many better, more faithful than you willl ever be."

He stepped in front of me and lean over, "But I know you more than you think, I know you want me," he said with that kind of voice that use to thaw me. Our mouths were but some mere centimeters when I put a hand on his mouth, "No," I said, "I'm to marry that man, I no longer need you. So move on, either way you know that our marriage will never work out. Good night, I have but some five days before I left and I don't wish to loose them on you," I said and left him, I turned back ad looked at him, "Now I'm leaving you," I said and continue back to my room.