Freri Vindr
Sunlight spills down like honey across the marble-lined square, flags of ten kingdoms ripple in the breeze, we’re in the capital of the Lowlands, And today, It's the Summit of Realms, an age-old tradition dressed in new coin and diplomacy.
I'm Freri Vindr, daughter of Thane Eldvar of the Greenwood Wildlands, and if my feet weren’t bare, I’d be stomping them from sheer boredom. I sit high above the crowd, tucked inside our ceremonial arbor of woven pine and deerhide, draped in royal green and gold. I look every bit the dutiful heir, even if I haven’t spoken a word since we arrived.
Beside me, lies Bren, my wolfdog. Massive, shaggy, more bear than hound. He pants quietly, unimpressed. I envy him. He doesn't have to play nice.
My father stands at the edge of the platform, all stoic and stately as he greets another diplomat with a stiff bow. These ceremonies... they're all for show. No swords, no truth. Just silk, scripted words, and smiling liars.
I'm Freri Vindr, daughter of Thane Eldvar of the Greenwood Wildlands, and if my feet weren’t bare, I’d be stomping them from sheer boredom. I sit high above the crowd, tucked inside our ceremonial arbor of woven pine and deerhide, draped in royal green and gold. I look every bit the dutiful heir, even if I haven’t spoken a word since we arrived.
Beside me, lies Bren, my wolfdog. Massive, shaggy, more bear than hound. He pants quietly, unimpressed. I envy him. He doesn't have to play nice.
My father stands at the edge of the platform, all stoic and stately as he greets another diplomat with a stiff bow. These ceremonies... they're all for show. No swords, no truth. Just silk, scripted words, and smiling liars.
more of this an' I’ll start gnawing my own arm,I mutter under my breath, unimpressed by the Heraldry and gold-lined stone below as I lean forward on the carved wood rail. My eyes flick across the square towards the other kingdoms stands wondering what they get out of all of this.
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