The perfectly placed snow made Tinuvel beautiful and had her never wanting to leave. This land was her birth home so she felt a special draw to the Inlet that she couldn’t shake. It was as if chains were wrapped around her legs keeping her here and only letting her go so far away. She traveled away from this place to the Cove with her family, but her heart stayed behind. She was no back to see what she could swindle. Among other things. The dark King appears and he does not look happy. A scowl crosses her features, but she does her best to hide it away quickly. She had hoped Bjorn would have a friendlier face and a better attitude.

He asks what she wants gruffly which causes her to snort. How dare he talk this way to me! Her head screams at her to bite him and run away. She would be done with this meeting already if he was anyone else, but he was the one that defeated her father. Bjorn deserves all she has to offer him. “You,” she says with a smirk. “Maybe,” she adds with a flick of her dark tail. She wouldn’t keep her lineage a secret from him nor did she expect him to treat her nicely afterward. However, she did pray on the fact that he was still a child and he was an adult.

There may be a power struggle between Bjorn and her father, but he should respect that was she born a Princess. Not just of the Inlet, but of the whole island of Tinuvel. She shifts her weight to her right side before speaking again. Her small face was held proudly as a Princess should have it. “My father was once a strong warrior, but he has grown feeble with age. Is it wrong of me to seek the warrior that defeated him in battle?” She watches his reaction questionably before continuing. “I know nothing of the herd father brings us to and I desire a stallion that can protect me. I was once a Princess of Tinuvel and you have stripped me of that royalty. Taking me as your mare is the least you can do in making it up to me.”