The Hearthbound Princes

He swore a divine oath of loyalty. An oath he could never break, for his love for the goddess had never been surpassed. He was a fine young prince and a finer leader of men from a young age, yet he had avoided the suitors his father endlessly heeped upon him. The prince had little interest in the bed chambers of maidens for private affairs.



That changed the day the prince of rivers visited their home. A beauty unlike any their lands had seen. A dark and feminine visage that struck the older prince like an arrow with a single, striking glance. He had never before doubted his oath.

Yet he felt a great sense of fear as his eyes lingered upon the beauty before him.



Was it really fear, though?