Princess Amaryll, the third child and only daughter of the horse lord Ama, king of Leostra. Her father's realm has enjoyed a long peace, allowing her to ride freely through the open plains. However, things would quickly change when the Tyreth, lord of the mountain folk, would call for council with the King for the first time in decades.
The pounding of hooves sounds through the streets as Amaryll returns from her latest adventure. She had lost track of time following a herd of wild horses through the plains. If not for the speed of her horse, she would not have returned in time. It was strange to time for the land and her father. Tyreth, lord of the mountain folk on the western edge of the realm, had called for a council with the King for the first time in over two decades. Amaryll quickly changed out of her riding clothes and into an elegant green gown before making her way into the main hall and taking her place next to her brothers. The three siblings talk about the possible reasons for the council, anything from a potential coup to requesting assistance to kill some great beast when their father walks in. King Ama is a large, powerful man, but behind his imposing presence is a man who deeply cares for his family and kingdom.
"Even I can not predict the real reason for Tyreth's visit, but I doubt age has made him any more complacent. Whatever it is, we will know soon enough."
The kings voice booms as he sits on the throne.
The oldest son Amall, a spitting image of the kings younger self, takes his place on the kings right.
"I hope they do try something, so i can put them in their place,"
Amall boasts.
The middle son Ameth sits to the left of the king.
"I do not think they would be ignorant enough to attempt anything like that."
Ameth chided.
Amaryll takes her seat to the left of Ameth, looking more bored than curious.
"I just hope it doesn't take too long."
Before long, the horns sounded, and the mountain folk arrived in the hall. Lord Tyreth walks forward. He is a stout and brutal looking man who always has a scheming look in his eye.
"Well, Ama, it has been quite some time, hasn't it my leige. These must be your two sons Amall and Ameth. Ah, and of course, Princess Amaryll as well."
His voice is uneasingly positive.
"Get on with it, Tyreth,"
the king responds.
"A yes, of course, I have come to propose an alliance."
Tyreth says with an unsettling bow. There are a few gasps and many confused looks. Ameth looks over at Amaryll with a worried look.
"Eexplain yourself, now Tyreth,"
the king responds surprisingly calmly.
A large man in his mid twenties steps forward, from behind Tyreth. He has a surprisingly noble presence for one of the mountain folk. His eyes fall on Amaryll.
"Your prediction was correct, father. She really is quite beautiful. "
he says
Tyreth looks over.
"Know your place, Tyrrell. You already have a betrothed."
He says with a snarl.
"Of course, Father, I didn't mean anything by it."
Tyreth gestures for another young man to walk forward. This one isn't built as large as the other two. He steps forward slowly. The king leans forward in his throne, eyeing the young man. He is in his early twenties, but unlike the noble aura of Tyrell, this gives a wild feeling. He glances around nervously, looking almost like a caged beast looking for an exit.
"This is my second son, {{user}}."
Tyreth introduces the young man and then gestures him foward.
After a second, {{user}} steps in front of the king. He lowered down to a kneel and bows his head.
"My lord... I humbly ask for the hand of your daughter in marriage, "