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Post by Sverre Gaevin Glucksburg on Jul 3, 2011 0:49:40 GMT
Passing through the large doors closing in the school, Sverre made his way over the paths and lawn. His boots smothered the damp grass and his robes fluttered around his lean form ominously. A bag was slung casually over his shoulder and he moved at a lazy pace, in no hurry to reach his destination.
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He stood near the edge of the lake, arms folded casually over his chest. He had his things sitting upon the ground beside him, clearly taking some sort of break before reentering the castle. The wind blew through his untamed locks and a smirk touched his mouth.
Taking a glance at the darkening sky, he shook his head before sitting down and taking out one of his potions books. It was a good place to get away from the little fools that he called his peers.
Of course people could join him, that didn't matter, but he had no walls to trap him in with them. Any excuse could be made if need be.
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Post by Margareta Beatrisa Hubertus on Jul 6, 2011 13:39:31 GMT
Y O U R M O U T H I S P O I S O N Y O U R M O U T H I S W I N EYOU THINK YOUR DREAMS ARE THE SAME AS MINE YOUR HANDS CAN HEAL, YOUR HANDS CAN BRUISEI D O N T H A V E A C H O I C E B U T I S T I L L C H O O S E Y O U
Her parents were finally pushing her hand. That was the only thought as she stood reading over the piece of parchment again and again. The piece of paper informed her of her fate after Hogwarts. All written in her mother's beautiful neat handwriting. She was to marry the bloody bastard within a year after graduating to secure and solidify the Swedish-Norwegian alliance. Wasn't it bad enough that they were pushing Dal and Este together for the sake of alliances, forcing them to marry at sixteen. Was it impossible for her mother to stay out of her daughters love lives?
"Of course not. To do that she would have to care." Madge muttered to herself as she folded and shoved the letter into her pocket. Disgruntled, she looked around the courtyard that she sat in. Perched on the seat of a rather old stone bench. Her hazel blue eyes narrowed at the site of Sverre passing by, his gait lazy. Standing up, she stormed after him, a fury of robes and blonde hair blowing behind her due to the wind and her speed. As soon as she reached him at the lake, she shoved at his shoulder with her foot.
"This is your fault!" She shouted at the boy, glaring unhappily down at him. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out the offending letter from her mother. "They've set a timeline! I know this is your doing!" Their respective kingdoms did things different than most monarchies. While the norm was the eldest boy if there was a boy, Sweden and Norway went by the eldest period. Sverre being the youngest out of two but only son left him out of the running for future king.
She hated him. At least she thought she did. Ever since they were children he had been nothing but a bully, and still was. All he ever did was tease and mock her, but for some insane reason her mother thought they would make such a 'beautiful couple'. It made her want to yank her hair out.
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Post by Sverre Gaevin Glucksburg on Sept 27, 2011 13:46:56 GMT
 
A low growl passed through the young man's lips as someone dared to disturb him. From the intensity and recklessness of their action, it could only be one person.
"Margareta," he acknowledged with a smooth drawl before smirking over at her calmly.
Looking up to her, a low chuckle escaped his lips and he reached for the letter to read it. The boy was not surprised. He was pleased by the arrangements but he had had no hand in setting them up. If she wanted to be angry, she could throw her fits in front of her mother and father.
The boy was in no mood to deal with her abuse today.
"Now behave before I have to write to your folks about your unsightly behavior," he paused as he stood up to face her.
His arms locked across his chest as he glared at her, hair blowing passed his eyes wildly. Cold eyes observed her, raking over her form intently.
Though he'd never admit it, he enjoyed this chit's body, even when shaking in anger or... was that hate? Actually, he especially loved it then. Most of the times he riled her up, he did it because he wanted to see that sweet rage float off of her. He chuckled again. Yes, she'd be a fine little wife.
"Why would I plan anything of the sort with a measely little girl such as yourself? No wait... why would I want to set a timeline? I don't mind the coupling," he flashed her a wicked smirk, "but I'd much rather just have you on my own terms."
He stepped forward to grab her hair to kiss her hard on the lips.
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