Prologue
Bjorn striding down the halls of his old friend, Gilleasbuig’s, Mt. Emerity that nearly seems to float along the clouds above the territories of the few noblemen below him. Treating him as if he and his bloodline were of the Gods, that they are; Bjorn stopped at the stone wall that held great chamber the was filled with Gilleasbuig’s harem that he keeps within another part of the castle only letting them out when his vengeful Queen Consort, Philomina was away.
“Old friend!” Bjorn cast his dark gaze upward from the thin cloth women that lay among themselves giggling and drinking wines and dancing to the songs of muses. Looking to see the mighty God himself with a young girl draped in his lap with goblets of wine and grapes being fed to him by some other girl that played with his dark hair and bread whispering into his ear. Causing the flirtatious God to burst into laughter the deep rumble to echo throughout the chamber over the sounds of the water moat splashing about the chamber floors.
“Gilleasbuig, I see that you haven’t changed since we were younger and you still continue to have women throw down at your feet, while Philomina is away.” A smirk played on his lips while watching the God known for his interference, squirm on sight by the name of his wife.
Some of the harems women peered around wearily before wrapping rugs and silk cloths along their bodies hurrying off to their rooms, departing for the night. “Ah... yes, she has my eldest son, Garet, meeting a bride to carry on our bloodline, speaking of brides, Bjorn.” The Bear King inwardly groan that the mention of brides once more by his brother of swords. ”Bror, we’ve spoken upon this matter times before, and time again I care not for women in my chambers as you have many than one.”
Gilleasbuig led him out of the harem chamber towards the great hall after hiding the door to the harem from his wife. Clasping a firm hand on the bear fur, Bjorn wore over his shoulder. ” As we have this same talk again, come you already know I’m willing to give one of my daughter’s hand to marry you, just say the name, and she’s yours, Bruder.” Leading him through the great hall behind the thrones and red curtains revealing the council room, where nearly all twelve of his daughters stood, waiting for them.
They all stood seductive advances towards him in different shades of color of the thin material dresses they wore. Gilleabuig moved past the annoyed Bjorn towards his daughters starting with the eldest of them. “This is the earliest of my daughters, Vyvan, mothered by my strong-willed, Philomina, who master the arts of archery, sparring with the sword and hand to hand combat.” Vyvan strode dainty toward the bear king with a sweet, sultry smile gracing her tan face, with her gray eyes casting a seductive look upward towards him.
“My king, I’ve heard so much about you whenever father told tales of the times of war as a child, now a woman I hope to suit your liking.” Bjorn’s eyes trailed down the tan-dark skin ample body of the young woman before meeting her gray gaze once again with her wavy brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. Causing him to raise a brow at the child only to see Philomina in front of him,
’The art of weaponry isn’t the only thing the child was able to master. She truly is Philomina’s child.′ But she does not cause his cock to ache with a need of her.
Vyvan notices how the Bear King didn’t stop her from walking to him, taking it a bit farther as to touch his left chest plate tracing the unknown tattoos that lace his upper build body, more so than her father’s. She decided to continue to make things farther by wrapping her arms around him, pulling herself close to him, with her lips only a breath away. “No woman stands in front of aye,” Causing her to stop her movements, stiffing as he gripping her shoulders, pushing her away with more force than he should have. ” All that I see is a child playing dress-up, to use her body to rise to power.”
She stepped away from the Bear King as the heat rises to her cheeks, warming her face with embarrassment written on her face. Stepping back into her father’s shadow, glancing to see her younger sisters wore smug expressions or snickering behind their hands at her. Snapping her gaze towards her father, expecting him to defend her only for him to calm down the horrid Bear King.
"Bruder, forgive her, Vyvan still has much to learn about the ways of winning men hearts, come to look at the others, if any shall appeal to you,” Snapping his thunderous gaze towards her, causing her to jump slightly at his rage. “Your mother and brother are probably back by now, go and welcome them home.” Just like that, she was dismissed once again, while the Bear King walked pasted her not even so much as glance her way. Not bothering to stay any longer with her head cast downward in shame, leaving the council room.
Throughout the rest, the Bear King’s opinion never changes in the slightest with Gilleabuig’s daughters only for Bjorn to grow more agitated by the females that didn’t entice him. Looking down at the girls that trailed out of the throne room in defeat by his words, while their father sputtered before laughing wholeheartedly, at his old friend temper. “Must you be so cold, Bruder, hear I thought that older age would have warmed you.” Bjorn shrugged it off casting a gaze at the retreating girls to weep by their mother’s bedsides.
“I thought you had twelve daughters, bror, but I only counted eleven of them that walked out of this room, where is the twelveth?” Gilleabuig stared at Bjorn with curiosity in his old gaze motioning for him to follow him out of the great hall, out of his castle window that showed a trailed that led to a small cottage. “My youngest, Ayda, mothered by the overbearing Consort Deidra; that woman doesn’t want her anywhere near her siblings unless for the ceremonies, such as the one on mornrise. But even her hand is giving to you if you wish it.”
The God waves his hand at the guard that brought out a face length mirror that was given to him as a gift from his son, the God Hekyer, god of the all seeing. “Show me, Ayda.” Once Bjorn was looking at himself the next he sees a young woman with brown skin, hazel eyes, her hair in dreadlocks that were twined with flowers of orchids. “Is she to your liking, Bruder?”
The Bear King was enchanted by the young woman only to nod while he gazed down at the image before looking at his bror with determination in his eyes. “Aye, that she be; Ayda’s hand is the one I want, bror.” Gilleabuig grew joyous on the announcement leading back towards the entrance of the castle, speaking of a plan to wed them before moonlight the morrow.
