"That was brilliantly insane," he breathed as his eyes stared at me in wonder.
"No, I was brilliantly insane" I corrected him.
"Is that so?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yes, my royal husbandness, I believe we both know that."
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I was bent over backwards, a knife at my throat and my hands held behind my back. One swift move and my life would end. It didn't help that I had a gown that restricted my movement. It was crystal clear who would win this duel.
"Seems like there's no knight in shining armor to save you Princess," my captor's voice taunted.
I chuckled, impulse taking over logic, attempting to psych my captor out while their knife was inches from my neck.
"That is quite true, but I am afraid that I need to let you know that I am no damsel in distress," and with that I disintegrated, becoming one with air around us.
It was a great feeling, one of complete weightlessness and invisibility. Thanks to my birthright, that was not something I got a lot of. Even if I always wore a mask.
As per tradition, any child of magic had to wear a mask until their union and coronation. Until then, the mask did not come off. No one else was allowed to wear one either, the only time they were was at ceremony of unifying. My wedding.
The very thought of it brought a heavy feeling to my very soul, and I reappeared a few paces behind my captor, become solid once again. "Princess, you can not do that! You are suppose to be learning how to fight without your magic. It may not always be there for you." My mentor, who was my captor a few seconds, told me as she walked over to where I was.
"Celia, calm down, I have been training to fight since I could walk. And how is my magic going to leave me anyway?"
"Trust me princess, it's not wise to always rely on your magic. It's has a dark side. I have magic too, and I have experienced the dark side of my powers. Be wise, Princess."
I sighed, hearing this conversation be repeated over and over again.
"Well until those times come, I will enjoy using my magic. Now, if you excuse me, I, unfortunately, have to leave for Ucourianth. I don't know if you have heard, but today I am going to meet my future royal husbandness. And boy, oh boy, am I jumping in joy!" I told Celia as I turned around and walked towards the castle walls.
Today was the day. The awful day where I would meet my husband to be. I was a warrior, I did not need a prince to come sweep me off my feet. I had magic, and I was going to be the Queen of my kingdom. I did not want to get share that power with anyone, even a future king. To each his own.
But, alas, that was not how things worked around here. I had to get married. I had been engaged since the moment my parents had found out about me. After the oracles informed the Queen she was pregnant, a ritual was performed to find out the baby's gender. Whatever the child was, the parents were required to kiss, and give a feast in the joy of such blessing.
Maybe it helped that the child was born from love. Not a necessity to give the kingdom an heir. But it was only fair that way. A king or queen had the power over life and death. It was not fair for them to have happiness in their lives. No royal marriage was out of love, but the burden of needing an heir. But that only was if you were going to rule a kingdom. A prince or princess that didn't have a right to the throne at the moment had a choice for their soulmate.
