Snippet #2540797

Emalyn and Martin were having their usual lunch out on the balcony, when their parents came out with their faces ecstatic. Martin looked at his younger sister with an eyebrow raised, as she shrugged at looked at their mother. "Yes, mother? Father?" Martin looked at them also, happiness glimmering in his eyes.

Their Father cleared his throat, then announcing, "you both have done your kingdom proud as you both have been selected to be married, with royalty from another kingdom, whom we need ties with. Martin turned pale white as fear overtook the happiness, and he stood to object. "Father I am to leave for war in a week. " his father nodded, sighing. "I know son. But you will come back a war hero to us all." Martin grew red. How was he supposed to marry with a war so soon? He was going off to fight for a kingdom who they had an old truce with. He left, the doors to the throne room swinging open. The King rubbed his forehead, aggravated. The queen rubbed his arm as he walked away, and say next to Emalyn who had started crying.

"What is it, my child?" She placed her arm loosely on Emalyns shoulders. "How am I supposed to marry a man I've never met? Can't I be like you and Father?" The Queen shook her head. "No dear, I'm afraid not. Your father and I were one of the few lucky ones who actually did love one another." She reflected on their past. They were arranged too, only they were actually secretly in love. Emalyn left and went out to the stables where she rode her faithful stallion, a big black horse, with a white mane and tail. They often used her for the carriages with the others. Emalyn rode off into the huge green pasture. She didn't want to be married so soon. Couldn't she see the world... Alone?