The Half Elf and The Prince.

Chapter Three

Branwyn waited with other's for the covoy to begin. She was also looking for the Prince, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. After last night it should be much easier to get his attention. Finally, she watched as the Prince lead two horses, a white steed and, a grey mare over to his spot in the convoy.

"He got a horse for me" she tought "and it matches my eyes."

"Of course he did, he can't deny last night " she told herself smugly.

Branwyn took a few steps towards the Prince, when she noticed his gaze shift from the horses. She followed his gaze to the entrance of the inn. A fire red haired cloaked woman walked out and over to the Prince. She watched as the Prince as he help the woman on the grey mare.

"That b***h just stole my horse" Branwyn growled in her mind." Who does she think she is?"

" Make ready" Prince Aeryn commanded as he mounted his white steed.

Branwyn took a seat on one of the wagons with the other elven women. She did not make conversation, nor did she sing with them, or listen to their stories. Branwyn knew they were all here for the same reason. They were here to win Prince Aeryn's affection.

Prince Aeryn would soon be 180 years old. The law of thier people demanded he take a wife by his 180th year or he could not be king. Aeryn was the King's only child, he had no choice.

Branwyn's father sent her here for a purpose. She would win the Prince's favor or make sure no one else did. Branwyn was sure she would be Queen. She was only one part of the plan. Her father the other, he would use his friendship with the King to assure her marriage to the Prince.

"The Prince is mine, last night proves it" She reminded herself.

The wagon jostled Branwyn from her thoughts. The sun was high in the sky and the many miles behind. They have traveled a little over four hours. Branwyn noticed nothing so deep in her own head.

"We will rest in this clearing for a hour and a half." Prince Aeryn called.

Branwyn watched as the Prince and the half elf rode towards a tree in the middle of the clearing. The rest of the convoy followed. She never took her eyes of her prize. She watch as he dismounted his horse and walked over the grey horse. He put his put his arm around the half elf's waist as she lead towards him wrapping her arm around his neck. He help her down but did not release her, instead pulling her closer. She watch as both held thier grib to each other, they both just stared in to each other eyes.The smiled but did not speak.They silently stepped away from each other.

Branwyn blood ran cold. She silently raged at the half elf slut. She had never taken the time to learn her name, not in the 12 years she lived in Moondale. The Queen had taken pity on her when her parents were killed. Branwyn wish the half breed b***h had been killed to.

The other woman sat up picnics, sang songs, and danced. Not Branwyn, she watch the Prince and the b***h as the ate together. The Prince smiled and laughed his blonde hair glistened in the sun. The stupid b***h smiled and laughed. She was so care free and smug. Every second Branwyn's rage grew and grew.

Everyone returned to their wagons and their places in the convoy and they were on the road again. Branwyn had watch the Prince again put his all over that b***h again. Her rage nearly boiling over.

"The prince is mine"she thought bitterly "He was in my bed last night, and I will be Queen."

"I am going to make that half b***h a my slave when I am Queen." she thought calming herself. " No, I send here to the dungeon."

" Wait, I banish her." she continued a smile forming on her lips."I make her miserable"

Branwyn played an endless loop in her mind of the thing she would do to the half elf. She was going to be Queen, and no one would dare defy her.

She did not notice the rest of the ride untill it started getting dark. Her thoughts had consumed her.

The members of the convoy made fires. Many of the woman dances around the fire and sang. There was food and wines past around. Almost everyone smiled and enjoyed the merriment, Not Branwyn. She never lost sight of that redheaded b***h. The Prince rarely leaving her side. He stayed when she took perch in a tree. The Prince simply sat down with his back against it, watching over his people.

Branwyn let her hate for the half elf grow. Branwyn did not worry though. The Prince would never be allowed to marry someone who was not an elf. That counted double for a half elf. That b***h would never, could never be Queen.

Branwyn was going to be Queen. The Prince made love to her, it was amazing. He felt something, she could see the love and passion in his eyes. He came inside her when she told she loved him. He needed her, he wanted her. She could feel it, she knew he could feel it.

" I just need to get him alone again." She tought to herself a plot forming together in her head.

"I will make him see that I am all he needs." she told herself smiling adding "He will love me and make me his wife.

"I am GOING to be QUEEN" Branwyn swore to herself.