It started with a baby. The daughter of Queen Amaria,queen of Paxtan and the most beautiful child in the kingdom. Her name was Rapunzel. On the day of her christining, a feast that had been in the making for seven months was thrown. Earls and their Wives, Lords and their Ladies all came, bringing their sons and hoping for them to become the next king of Paxtan.
"The King surveyed the crowd and said, "Well, dear, do you see any potential?"
The Queen sighed. "I don't see why I have to be the one to choose."
Wanting to choose the best for her only child, Amaria denied any nobles. She did not want her beautiful Rapunzel married to a bad family. Eventually King Wilhelm grew restless as the nobles came and went, so when Lord and Lady Sanatera aproached with their son Byren, he accepted, ignoring the viscious glare his wife threw him. In a matter if minutes, His baby daughter was bethrothed to be married. Angry and flusterd, Amaria opened her mouth to object when the gilded throne room doors flew open. All the dancing stopped as a tall, beautiful women walked with such grace she apeared to be floating. She swept into a curtsy, her crimson skirts billowing gently around her. Her ebony Hair was swept onto her head with pearls, an uncommon color and style in Paxtan. Her full lips were rose red, as if painted, and Her eyes were shockingly bright shade of violet, and the most beautiful the Lords and ladies of Paxton has ever seen. Everything about her was bold and breathtaking. she looked opposite of the queen, with her long blond locks, silky and pale, curling gently down her slender body. Her pale skin, glowing in the light the chandelier gave off, and her eyes, a hazel more green than brown. She was the famed beauty of Paxtan. Even so, the Crowd gasped at the mysterious woman's Otherworldly beauty.
" Your ladyship" the stranger said, a silken accent in her voice.
"I am Aurialla, Lady of Gilmore, a country far away from you were magic blooms like flowers."
The crowed whispered among themselves. Magic? A thing of faerie tales. A common belief, until now "I am King Linien's teller, or sorceress as you call it here.
She extened a small, ivory colored hand and a flood of light rushed towards it. The light danced across the ball room and it glowed the most breathtaking and vibrant colors anyone had ever seen. Aurialla closed her hand over it, and when she opened it, a pendant layed in her palm. The ball had become a gem, less bright, but equally beautiful. Aurialla streached out her hands, and a slender chain flowed through the pendant. When she finished, and beautiful pendant layed in her palm. She knelt over and clasped it around Sleeping Rapunzel's neck. The crowd stood silently, afraid of breaking the magic. Then Aurialla broke the silence.
"I had a prophecy about your daughter and His Lordship sent me here, as any ally would do. He believes you have the right to know your daughter's future"
" Well get on with it maiden, we have no patience for idleness in this kingdom." The king said, his gruff, impatient manner getting the best of him
" He means the king has no patience for idleness. Continue Lady Aurialla." The queen corrected in a gentle tone, contradicting her husband.
" No, his Lordship is right, idleness shall not be tolerated." Aurialla responded with a sly smile and a gleam in her violet eyes.
In a silky, beautiful voice, the mysterious teller closed her eyes and began to sing.
"Far away, so far away in paxtan of the green, green hills a child princess is born in rosy dawn
she shall be betrothed to the heir of Sanatera
but before she can marry she must go so far away
to be princess of the ivy tower
the most beautiful in all the land, she shall be pursued by her cheated groom
to take away the lady of the ivy tower forever as his bride
the lady of the long, long locks, lady of the tower, the lady of the castle shall be married after this.
The room was silent. A room full of finely dressed nobles struck speechless by the enchanting melody.
Amaira looked over at her husband. If they refused this woman, Gilmore could declare war. And prophacies were nothing to be trifled with. Fifty years ago, during King Aranii's reign, a prophacy had been made about his newborn son, and when he refused to take the first step of fulfilling the prophacy, he was warned. The next day his son died. The thought terrified Amaria, so she took the first step.
" I know the tower of which you speak." Amaria said in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper. " Three days ride from here lays a ivy-grown tower, it used to be part of Paxtan's royal castle. All that lays there now is the east wing and the tower. It's a big area, enough for both of you to live in comfortably. Surrounded by woods and water, its one of the most beautiful places in our kingdom. If we give you are blessing, will you take our daughter to this place, and fulfill the prophecy?
Amaria glanced at her husband, more to avoid looking at the crowd than to get approval. He nodded, his deep brown eyes masking emotion. The Queen shook as she said this, her proud mask faltered, and she looked like was on the verge of tears.
" Of course your Ladyship, your sweet Rapunzel is safe with me." Aurialla responded with a gleam in her eye like before.
Amaria called the servants and had them pack her beloved girls belongings and went to kiss her daughter one last time while the crowd stood in silent awe.
