“Gothi Bjorn greets his royal highness crown prince Óðinn Tyr Ásta.” The man beside the queen pulled back his cloak crossing his right arm against his chest. His white blonde hair coiled around his head in loose curls his soft blue irises gave him a warm aura.
“No need to be so formal,” Oryn cleared his throat. “Mother I wanted to introduce you to Aurelia before everything gets hectic later. She’ll be staying with us in the tower and I’m asking if you might take her under your wing.”
“You’ve somehow managed to catch the eye of a very cute girl.” Eira coos holding my hand closer to her. “If my i***t son does anything make sure to tell me. I’ll set Óðinn straight.”
I laughed at her words and Oryns subsequent annoyed outburst.
“Your majesty if I may interrupt,” Bjorn spok
