In that moment a deal was made. Christian would marry Freya as a way to trick Sevian into thinking Freya had no real support and would now be unable to take back her throne. Freya would become the queen of roland in name only. She would use that power to create more allies before going to war with Atwell.
If they won the war Atwell would promise to never attack roland in the future. It would be a contract signed in blood in order to ensure that Freya's descendants could never harm Roland with or without dragons.
This was to ensure that Atwell, which had the strongest armies and a majority of Dragons, would never harm Roland.
"Look at how beautiful you've become just from putting on a proper dress," a maid said as she finished braiding Freya's hair. "When will the wedding begin?" Freya asked ignoring the maids previous statement. "Very soon princess" said the maid. Freya suddenly turned to the maid stopping her just as she finished the braid.
"Would you do me a favor?" Freya asked. "Well of course princess" said the maid. "I will soon become a queen will I not?" Freya asked. "Yes" the Maid said, obviously confused. "And as a queen I will have the right to do whatever it Is I please?" Freya asked. "You would Know That better than I, your highness," the Maid replied. "Yes I would wouldn't I" Freya said. "About that favor..." Freya said, pulling a folded up piece of paper.
"Take this to prince christian" she said handing the folded piece of paper to the maid. "Make sure it is only his eyes that see it" she told her. "Yes your highness" the Maid said quickly taking the paper and leaving the room.
Freya walked to the window and began to stare out of it. "I wonder how much they've grown in the short time we've been apart," Freya said quietly to herself as she stared out the window.
Suddenly in the distance flying in the sky Freya could see a black dragon. She suddenly forwarded her brows and tilted her head slightly. "Vernon" Freya said in almost a whisper. "Princess it's time" the Maid said bursting into the room causing Freya to suddenly turn to her.
Freya quickly turned back to the window to see the figure of the black dragon she once saw had disappeared. Freya turned back to the maid. "Shall we go then" Freya said simply. Freya slowly walked out of the room and down the long hallway as the maid followed closely behind her. Sevian sent no knights to watch her. He knew he didn't need to.
Freya approached the throne room where the wedding was being held and the doors opened. This marriage only meant that she would one day be able to avenge Sebastian. It meant that she would have the support she needed to start a revolt against the empire of Atwell. And it was Sevian himself who put her there.
Sevian suddenly appeared next to Freya. "Allow me to walk with you sister," Sevian said. "Sumru tuyusehme ezruyubu inraottu" (Go Fuck yourself) Freya said before beginning to walk down the isle.
Freya wore a long slim white dress as well as a veil that covered her face, and her hair braided to the right side. Christian watched her as she continued to walk towards him. Unable to look away from her due to her beauty.
As Freya finally approached him he held out his hand. "Did it work?" He asked in a whisper as she took his hand. "Did you receive the paper?" she asked him in a low whisper. He shook his head as he walked her up the steps. "Then it worked" she told him as they approached the priest.
"Today we gather to join these two of the purest blood" the priest began. "Perhaps it would just be better to get to the point" Freya interrupted the priest. "The... point..." the priest said slowly, seemingly confused by her statement. It was almost as if the priest had never been asked to quicken the pace before.
"Yes," Freya said. "I do not wish to spend anymore time not being wed to this man" Freya told him. "Ahem" he coughed. "Yes, of course," he added.
"Do you crown prince Christian Roland, take Freya to be your wife? you agree to be with her in the best and worst of health as well as the good times and bad until death do you part?" The priest asked. "Yes, I do" he answered "and do you Freya Atwell take Christian to be your husband? you agree to be with him in the best and worst of health as well as the good times and bad, until death do you part?" Said the priest.
Freya stared at Christian for a moment. For some reason this moment reminded her of the day she married Sebastian. Freya looked out into the crowd of people waiting for her answer. Some were vassals, others regular nobles and even some from allied countries of both Atwell and Roland.
As she looked back at Christian Freya knew exactly why she was doing this. "I do," Freya said simply as she looked into Christian eyes. "Now you may seal your vows before God with a kiss" said the priest.
As Freya and Christian kissed the crowd clapped. They all believed that this marriage was to form an alliance between Roland and Atwell, and They weren't wrong. Suddenly Layla stood from her seat and turned to the crowd.
"In front of all who have attended this glorious wedding I would like to announce that as of this moment my eldest son prince Christian Roland is no longer the crown prince" Layla said. Suddenly whispers began all throughout the room.
Layla turned to Christian and Freya and gave them a quick wink before turning back to the crowd. "As of today I would now like to introduce you to the king and queen of Roland, King Christian and Queen Freya" Layla said as the crowd clapped.
TO BE CONTINUED