Knightmare27
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A great day. Finally, she had given in to his letters. Not that it mattered, technically. Her family had agreed to it, and that was all that was needed. Still, he wanted her to agree to it, too. Why? He was the Blood King, wasn't he? Bathed in the blood of his enemies and a few friends who did not get out of the way fast enough. A cruel conqueror. Winner of many battles, all of which had ended in horrific massacres.
Political necessity. He took no pleasure in killing, but he had found it such a useful instrument to expand his power. His kingdom was at its greatest extent since the days of Odo the First, legendary slayer of barbarians. Now it was time to settle down and marry, and there was only one woman he knew of that would be a match for his temper (and sexual appetites). Willful and headstrong, supposedly. Very boyish, and more at home on horseback than anywhere else. The right bride for a conqueror. Getting her parents to agree had not been hard - the rumors of his fantastic wealth were true, and it had only taken a pittance from his treasury to pay the bride price. Persuading her had been harder; more than once, he had sworn to invade her kingdom just to have her head on a pike, but, between all the bickering, she had eventually fallen in love. At least, she had agreed to come, and that was all he needed.
She was due to arrive today, but it would not do for a great king such as Alfred the Third to pace nervously and show his excitement - even though he wanted to. Instead, he was sitting in a tower of his castle, albeit in a room with a good view of the steep, winding path up from the harbour. The ship was already on the horizon, and he knew what precious freight it was carrying. Against all his desire, he had decided not to personally greet her. The last thing he needed was to feed her arrogance like that.
Political necessity. He took no pleasure in killing, but he had found it such a useful instrument to expand his power. His kingdom was at its greatest extent since the days of Odo the First, legendary slayer of barbarians. Now it was time to settle down and marry, and there was only one woman he knew of that would be a match for his temper (and sexual appetites). Willful and headstrong, supposedly. Very boyish, and more at home on horseback than anywhere else. The right bride for a conqueror. Getting her parents to agree had not been hard - the rumors of his fantastic wealth were true, and it had only taken a pittance from his treasury to pay the bride price. Persuading her had been harder; more than once, he had sworn to invade her kingdom just to have her head on a pike, but, between all the bickering, she had eventually fallen in love. At least, she had agreed to come, and that was all he needed.
She was due to arrive today, but it would not do for a great king such as Alfred the Third to pace nervously and show his excitement - even though he wanted to. Instead, he was sitting in a tower of his castle, albeit in a room with a good view of the steep, winding path up from the harbour. The ship was already on the horizon, and he knew what precious freight it was carrying. Against all his desire, he had decided not to personally greet her. The last thing he needed was to feed her arrogance like that.