☩ He’d been pacing the courtyard for hours now,
hand running through curly hair, walking alongside on
of the many pools of the complex. Marriage was certainly
not what he’d had in mind. There were more important
matters to attend to in his mind. A career, an education,
or seeing the world, exploring, anything -
But life waited for no one - particularly nobility.
Tensions had been rising between the nations, and Britain
had actually taken a step to sort this out. If the young man
had it his way, of course, he would have sent the Navy to
London’s doorstep. This was, of course, out of the question.
They’d already found a bride and she was on her way.
Anxiety was certainly present, but it was conquered
by fury. He was surprised he’d gone the whole day without
either vomiting or punching a wall. Anxiety, was a natural
phenomenon, but anger had surprised the court. They didn’t
expect anger. Johanan suspected it would be easily
understood, he was now totally chained to this godforsaken
castle and the politics that came with it. Of course he’d be
He heard someone call out to him.
The young man turned around quickly, temper flaring
and Spanish curses coming from his mouth. But he hesitated
when he saw the company.
"Oh." He quickly stood straight and calmed. A woman
was standing next to a noble, in foreign clothes - blonde curls
waving in the hot, summer air. Admittedly, she was prettier
than he expected - but this did not change matters. Either
way he was called to duty, and there was no going back.
He put on a strained smile, feigning joy. “Good
afternoon.” There was no milady. This was, in fact, deliberate.