Donersland

*Click-clack-click-clack*-goes the road as horses, men, wagons, and carriages alike pass along the cold cobblestone in the early morning.
Near the front of the convoy rides a young man, dressed in clothing that would seem to fit that of much harsher weather than a bit of dew and accompanying Autumn chill. The jet-black horse he rides also looks to be a bit too large to be carrying anything shy of a man in a suit of jousting armor, and perhaps the anvil its steel was shaped on. The clanking of steel plates have been the only noise that seems to be present anymore. When riding for the whole day and hearing nothing but that sound, it almost seems as if it has overwritten the existence of all other sounds. But now that his final destination has come to view over the distant horizon, what can one do but sigh a deep breath of relief?...

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The sun has since risen upon the outside world and the people, working to let each other exist. It is so obnoxiously loud outside but the walls of a bedroom protect its inhabitant from that danger, just as the drapes protect her from the sunlight, shining on that obnoxious, outside world. Imaginary knights in shining armor and caretakers protect her from her dark room, keeping her safely inside the cozy, castle world of her subconscious...
But, just then, A SIEGE!!!
"Your Highness! Please get up, your father awaits your presence. Remember, today is the day your future husband, and his family are supposed to arrive?" The cause of this breach of tranquility comes from behind the door.