(( Discovering you're putting your OC through hell...I dunno.
I'm back from my hiatus. At least a bit, cause I'd still like to work on Koti. But..the beginning of character development, begins now. ))
No one in the kingdom, had expected such hostilities by those they believed to once be friends. The citizens were in shock and despair, as they looked to the royal family for guidance. The royal family themselves, were at a lack of words.
The king, was first to act, swiftly though to declare war on the country. He assembled his armies, to begin their training in the fields of the Syrup Country.
His one and only son, Stirling, was to be drafted and put into battle as of the morrow.
His breath caught in his throat, as he felt a small tug on his shirt. Looking back, he noticed a small head of dark salmon hair, the hair of his girlfriend, Pecora. Her hand kept tight at his shirt though her head kept down sadly. He turned to her, a sad though despaired smile creeping across his lips.
"You shouldn't leave us...your mother and I...we need you here..! Tell your father to let you say...please...?" She whispered, though her voice was shaking as much as her grip on the fabric of his shirt.
"Y'know..I can't do that, darlin'..." he said back, his Southern drawl comforting her, though her blood pressured raised once more when his forehead touched hers, reassuring her in the gesture. Her hand slid to touch his cheek, thumb lightly gliding over the soft skin. His hand raised to touch hers, his fingers intertwining with hers lovingly while he looked to the ground at the marble floors of the castle they stood.
(( I honestly..haven't written in awhile. That, and my hands are kind of shaking while I'm writing this. I'm nervous about this whole thing. But..yeah! More to be expected later. ))