After the enthralling meeting with the queen, the councillors renewed their hope in the plan to marry Froglip to a goblin woman from one of their families. Not only had the Queen agreed to consider the marriage to Fyzsal or Nuna, she had actually seemed charmed by the idea.
However, two days after the marriage was proposed the father of the girls was somewhat distraught by marrying off one of his own precious innocent daughters to the demon demon Froglip.
Berzker shook his head as if her were distraught by something, "I haven't seen Nuna in a very long time, Kman and Munph haven't either, usually she stays with friends for long periods of time but she's never been gone this long."
"How long has it been Berzker…" Zexzees, the head goblin of the council asked his subordinate gently, deeply concerned for his friend. Berzker had asked to meet to discuss the matter before they went through with it, if only to relieve his doubts and save his daughters from the cruel fait.
"Longer than a week, I can't imagine what would would keep her away so long, Fyzsal will be so upset when she hears-" Berzker groaned to himself, for days this pressure had terrified him, he knew vaguely that his daughter had been unhappy with something before she had disappeared, but when he asked she smiled and shook her head.
Now that he saw her in his mind now it seemed so obvious the duress his precious child was under at the time and now he had possibly bargained her future off to the cruelest goblin under the mountain.
He slumped onto a marble chair and clutched his head tightly, digging his claws into his violet hair though it was thinner than it use to be. "I don't know what to do Zerxzees," he besought his friend gently, "I use to think this was a good idea but Nuna has been so unhappy recently, I would never wish to sacrifice her too that, I don't even know where she is right now and poor little Fyzsal, she doesn't even know Froglip, how horrible he is to goblins, what he might do to her."
"Then perhaps Fyzsal would consider it?" the head goblin pressed for although he knew his friend was suffering, all the goblin people would soon be suffering under the horrible Prince.
"Fyzsal?" Berzker asked almost in a daze, his eyes widening at the thought, "she's so young Zerxzees… I thought this would be our only option to tame the prince but now that I come closer and closer to it I fear this may have graver consequences… what if he should hurt her?"
Zerxzees winced but nodded gently, "I understand Berzker, if I had a daughter I wouldn't wish such a fate for her either."
Berzker sighed and rubbed his neck gently, stifled by the now oppressing weight of the air.
"No, no Zerxzees, I will not let such a horrible thing come upon us, it is for the good of goblins everywhere. I will talk to Fyzsal and by the hands of our forefathers I pray that she will understand and accept even though I would wish for anything else."
Without words to express his pity or gratitude Zerxzees placed a hand on his companion's shoulders as they headed different directions to their rock homes.
Despite the wealth of the Goblin councillor, Berzker lived in a modest residence built for him and his two unmarried daughters while Kman, Berzker's eldest daughter, and Munph, her husband, lived in an adjoining apartment.
They lived a quite peaceful life in their homes but under the recent chaos unleashing itself before the princes' coronation. Now Berzker had a missing daughter and one that he was forcing to be the Prince's bride and though in a normal circumstance this would be an honour the Prince was so cruel and so malicious Berzker feared for his young daughter. At the age of fourteen it was impossible to even think of marrying a goblin so young to such a violent creature, even if that creature was the heir to the throne.
Berzker fumed and whined at the thought of his innocent little girl, if only there was some way to spare her from this horrible fate.
With a sigh Berzker rolled the stone door out of the way and took one long step into the door way before calling out, "Kman, Nuna, Fyzsal, I am home-"
Despite his cheerless voice Kman, his eldest daughter, came down with delight at seeing her father return from the conversation with the head councillor.
"How was it Father? You look tired-" Kman spoke up, a bit surprised, "did something happen?"
"Yes-" Berzker tried to speak gently but not so unhappily that his child would be frightened, "we had a full day, how have you and Munph been? Has your sister turned up at all-" he added in with a hopeful glance.
"I am well, Munph left awhile ago- and Nuna just came by." Kman said with a smile as her father breathed out in relief.
"Oh thank the ancestors," Berzker almost laughed out in relief, holding a hand to his chest, "so she is not unwell then?"
"I think almost the opposite, father," Kman smiled excitedly, "I think… I think she's in love."
Berzker looked up in surprise and grabbed his daughter by the arms gently. "She hasn't been with this goblin for the past week, has she?"
Kman nodded her head slowly but smirked in response, "you and I both know Nuna, father, she would never do anything reckless by… 'being' with any goblin."
"I'm not worried about her judgement, Kman, I'm worried about this goblin's intentions." Berzker returned with a suspicious tone in his voice.
"He found her badly hurt in the tunnels, she said he saved her and only confessed to me today that she had feelings, she hasn't even mentioned it to the goblin."
Berzker let out another sigh of relief and wrapped his arms around Kman, his face finally lighting up in excitement, "Oh Kman! You girls are much too pretty, soon I won't have any left!" He laughed, letting go of his eldest and striding into his bedroom before he realized how true those words were.
He still had yet to ask of Fyzsal.
Suddenly overcome by sadness he asks Kman who had remained in the other room, "Kman, how is Fyzsal, is she happy?"
Kman faltered for a second and smiled, "I haven't spoken to her recently but she didn't seem to be unhappy, why do you ask?"
Berzker couldn't say that he had basically sold her future away for the city, but what else was there to say, if Nuna was in love with another and none of the councillors had daughters of proper age.
"I need to speak with her."
Suddenly the rock door was shifted open and he heard the lovely voice of his youngest.
"Hello Kman! Hello Father!" Fyzsal called out from the entrance to their rock home.
Berzker hesitated to answer but sighed with a deep ache in his heart and called out, "Fyzsal, could I speak with you for a second, dearest?"
Fyzsal walked into the room slowly and smiled hesitantly at her father who had his back turned to her, though not knowing it was because of the shame he felt.
"Of course… Father… what did you wish to talk about?"
Berzker turned around slowly, a pained expression on his face, "Fyzsal, my dearest, I have to ask you something first-" he caught sight of a strange burn on her arm and stared in surprise at it "-what is that on your arm?"
Fyzsal gestured to her arm "Oh that? Don't worry father!" Fyzsal laughed out, "one of those clumsy lamp lighters brushed up against me and gave me this."
Berzker huffed out in exasperation and shook his head, "fine workers we have doing the simplest of jobs and managing to burn my daughter."
"It's alright father…" Fyzsal trailed off as she rolled her eyes, "what did you wish to talk about?"
Berzker bent down on one knee to look his daughter in her bright yellow eyes, still so full of life and hope.
"I must ask…" finally Berzker, taking a firm stand shook his head and held her arms firmly in his hands, "first, Fyzsal you don't have to do anything if you don't want to- you understand that? If you feel any apprehension I will not ask you to do anything you don't want to, alright?"
Fyzsal smiled, seemingly unsure of what her father was getting yet, "of course."
Berzker let out a long sigh, which he seemed to be doing a lot recently, "Prince Froglip, you know him correct?"
Fyzsal hesitated before looking up at Berzker with big innocent eyes, "I have heard of him father," she replied in her timid little voice.
Berzker struggled to let the words come while staring into the eyes of his youngest, most fragile daughter.
"Well my dearest for a long time… the council men and I have been looking for a queen for Prince Froglip, someone who is smart and kind and a girl who will make a wonderful queen."
Berzker let go of Fyzsal again and nodded his head, "I do not wish to pressure you with matters you don't even know of, but what I must ask- what I ask is, Fyzsal-" he closed his eyes in pain, almost unable to say it when Fyzsal spoke up instead.
"-if I will marry the prince…" she finished her eyes appeared to be a bit startled as she placed a hand on her chest, blinking in confusion. Berzker shook his head in rejection of the thought and got up onto his feet turning away from his daughter.
"No-not that-"
"It's alright Father," Fyzsal interjected quickly, smiling up at her father and hugging and pulling her small arms around him, "you wouldn't ask if it wasn't important, so I promise, I will eagerly marry the prince if it should lessen the weight on your mind and make the people happy."
Berzker turned around and stared at his daughter in surprise, his eyes wide as they could be. "Fyzsal, you don't have to do anything you don't want to- I promise another goblin can be-"
"Father," Fyzsal smiled with her gentle pleasant smile, "I understand and I'm honoured that I would be considered to be the queen. I have heard frightening things of the prince, but I know within my heart that I can change him."
Berzker smiled sadly and proudly as he put a hand on her shoulder, "you are so brave Fyzsal," in total wonder of his youngest's daring and sweet nature believing that she was truly right, if anyone could change the prince, "if you wish to stop this at any moment I will call it all off, no matter what."
Fyzsal smiled gently as she began to exit out the door, "I know, father, but I've made up my mind. I would not have it any other way. I have to find Ginsk. We are studying the tutor's notes for our next lesson but I will see you tonight!"
"Study hard," Berzker smiled gently and nodded his head once while he waved goodbye as his daughter went out the door, her bright smile the last thing he saw as she pulled the bolder to the entrance behind her.
Kman came into the room, apparently hearing most of the conversation by the look on her face.
"She is so strong that child," Kman commented as she too stared at the bolder Fyzsal had left through only moments before.
"I am so lucky to have three wonderful daughters," he smiled and patted Kman's shoulder as she looked up at him with a smile on her face, "your mother would be so proud of all of you."
Berzker said gently as tears came to Kman's eyes and she buried her face in her father's chest, "thank you daddy."
Berzker patted her head soothingly, however, deep within his heart he still worried that though his daughter's bravery was undeniable, she could contend with Prince Froglip's cruelty.
Nevertheless, despite Berzker's feelings of regret at pushing the marriage upon his youngest, there was someone in the goblin kingdom dead set against letting Prince Froglip claim the throne, in fact this goblin was out to make sure that before the coronation even occurred the young prince would be ruined for all his life and for all to see.
For the Prince had made a dangerous enemy, possibly the smartest goblin in the whole kingdom, the most manipulative and possibly the most dangerous enemy due to the powerful connections which this goblin had.
In fact this particular goblin was so smart and so clever that they had manipulated their way into the very arms of unknowing prince, all the while planning his demise.
In fact this individual goblin was at this very moment slowly heading to the royal chambers where they would meet the prince. This goblin smiled and even chuckled gently at the whole thing. They didn't really care what happened to the rest of the goblin people, this goblin just wanted revenge upon the prince and by one way or another it would happen.
He wouldn't even see it coming.
This goblin, a female, walked right to the front door of the Prince's private quarters without hesitation but did not knock and waited there, rolling her eyes once she heard the voice she had been waiting for.
"You're late," a dark voice spoke from behind the goblin girl.
The goblin didn't face the prince but smiled to herself.
"Oh, did you really miss me that much?" She replied in a coy tone, hardly even glancing over her shoulder to address the prince.
"Don't make me laugh," the voice replied curtly but still seemed to be totally spellbound by the goblin girl before him. "I don't miss anyone, but I can't say I don't enjoy your unique company."
The goblin Prince rose out of the shadows as the goblin girl turned around slowly, a gentle smile on her lips though she tried to swallow her revulsion as the prince touched the side of her face affectionately and readied to kiss her.
Luckily for this goblin she was a devilishly good actor, and faked every emotion and smiled but the prince faltered for a second.
"What happened to your shoulder?" He snarled deeply, grabbing it while she tried to wrestle it out of the strong grip.
"Just a burn," the girl snarled viciously, almost looking as if she would bite the prince. "Now let go or you'll lose that hand of yours."
"Alright then," smirked the prince as he let go slowly and offered his own arm for her to grab, "no need to be quick with me, I know what you want."
She grabbed it slowly and chuckled to herself as she leaned up and kissed him, pressing her mouth against his with a sharp ferocity and going as far to bite his lip as if she pretended to play with him.
How much would she give to bite him and draw blood? But then her revenge would be ruined and she would have to go about a whole new way. For now she would wait to see him bleed and suffer being his newest 'play thing.'
"Cute," he smirked gently, almost in genuine affection and they began to head down the hall together.
The goblin girl smiled back at him all the while wriggling and writhing in her soul, just leaping with the thought of destroying the Goblin Prince. He would be ruined forever and no one would ever care about him again.
She laughed to herself at the thought almost giddily as she calmly walked down the hall with Prince Froglip on her arm and thought of the ones she loved and her promises.
'Oh don't worry Father," the goblin girl thought to herself as she smirked viciously, 'he won't be taking any throne anytime soon.'
"What are you laughing at," The prince chuckled at her delight, not even suspecting what the goblin girl planned.
"Oh nothing darling," she smiled again and grabbed onto her prince's arm tighter.
Froglip looked over his shoulder at the burn and seemed to seeth with rage but masked this under a veil of charm, "You know, if anyone did this to you I could have them 'dealt' with."
"Thanks," the goblin girl seemed to smile appreciatively, but inside she mocked it, "but I can handle my own problems."
The young goblins already socializing and interacting halted in what they were doing as the prince and his new goblin female came in through the door.
The prince laughed to himself as they entered the gathering place of the young goblins, "just an offer, I know you're a strong goblin, Fyzsal."
She smiled gently and managed to even fake a giggle.
"Oh, Prince Froglip-" she laughed lightly, "-you have no idea."
Alright, I'm going to start updating Sunriser more frequently because it's been too long :P Here's my lovely girl Fyzsal, I just love her cleverness, playing on the both Froglip and the Councillors. She would make a wonderful villain if she actually evil or ever put herself into it
Here are the ages of my main 'younger' characters (that I have introduced already) in order from youngest to oldest
(Ages have been rounded up if the birthday is within six months)
Fyzsal - 15
Curdie - 16
Irenie - 16
Nuna - 17
Froglip - 19
Harelip - 22
Kman - 22
Munph - 34
So there are some extreme ages in here again this is what I've come to understand from looking back at marriages, especially amongst the lower social orders there were a lot more younger wives with older men because the older men could 'take care' of them better than men their own age. I recognize it's totally unacceptable for this in real life and I am in no way endorsing it, but this is how it was in the medieval ages and this is how the plot has to go. Hope that's okay with everyone.
Also dates and turning points in the plot so far:
(As we get closer to the coronation and Irenie's birthday I will not have 'as large' time breaks.)
-Nuna gets back with Froglip: 1 month 2 weeks from Irenie's birthday, 1 month from froglip's coronation
-Froglip dumps Nuna: 1 month from Irenie's birthday, 3 weeks from froglip's coronation
-Nuna meets Hairlip: 3 weeks from Irenie's birthday, 2 weeks from froglip's coronation
-Councillor's approach Froglip about marriage: 1 week 6 days from Irenie's birthday, 6 days from froglip's coronation
-Berzker asks Fyzsal about marrying Froglip: 1 week 4 days from Irenie's birthday, 4 days from froglip's coronation.
Just a couple updates then ^^'
Oh also...
I picked Diablo by simon Curtis because this fits Fyzsal so well in that she just wants to see froglip burn for the devil he is. (also because Fyzsal herself kinda has an evil little mind XD)
Uh oh, you're coming unglued
If it wasn't so damn frequent then I'd try to subdue
But you're a psycho,
they all know it too
I can't wait until the day when I'm finally rid of you
You're the devil
You're a filthy piece of trash
Gotta brush you off my shoulder
Gonna let you kiss my ass
You're a diablo
You're so damn evil
You're a diablo
Your shit is evil