Albkima.

An ancient species of magical creatures who were the most powerful of all. Speed, agility, excellent swordmanship, control over numerous elements and of course perfect wielders of ice. An element that was far extinct in present times. They rivaled the gods.

Silver blond hair past waist level, eyes of the deepest shade of blue, sharp jawline, well carved cheek bones and a straight pointed nose.

"Ryirl! Come fast,father awaits your presence in the court yard"

It was his sister, a spitting image of his father, the king's advisor. She had brown curls, grey eyes and a plump figure. They looked nothing alike.

"Yes,yes sister. Take me to him" he followed quietly behind her looking at her ridiculous walking style. His sister and the princess had been best friends for a long time and each day, he watched his sister strive to act like a princess; copying her walking styles and faking her accent. It was simply ridiculous.

Alas he got to where his father stood and his sister, Rya, waved a goodbye to him. His father was a tall man, easily over six feet. He was wise and calculating, thinking all his actions through a hundred times before going on with them.

"Son, I have a proposal for you. Now I know you are more inclined towards the battle field and never pass up on the opportunity to show your unrivaled skills to everyone and everyone who cares to watch," he stopped shortly looking at his grinning son.

What his father said was very, very true.

"But the king wants you to settle down with his daughter. You're one of the most respected men in the kingdom,brave,strong and wise. You deserve it"

Ryirl almost choked on his spit. Marry?

"W-which of them?" He absently asked.

"But of course Lucy! His first daughter"

The name sent a wave of hatred through him. He disdained that princess. He had heard tales of her pride and the ill way she treated her subjects.

"No! I do not wish to" he shook his head strongly and his father sighed.

"I saw this coming. Dress well and prepare to make a visit to the palace to politely decline the offer"

His father was one of the most understanding people ever. He never questioned, he just supported. He gave his father a hug before going inside the grand house to prepare his things.
...

Ryirl had never seen the palace up close and now that he got the opportunity to, he was completely at a loss for words. It went on for acres of land and there was celebration everywhere. Everyone was busy with one thing or another, bustling here and there. There were pointless chatters, laughter and guffaws, dancing and jubilations.

"What goes on around here? Is everyone always this happy?" He asked a by passer.

"Haven't ye heard? Today happens ter be the birthday of the youngest princess. Many say she is as beautiful as a goddess and as gentle as the snow flake. But the lassie never comes out of the palace walls. We celebrate for her and hope to get a glance of her pretty face. Interesting eh?"

"Aye. That it is indeed"

Ryirl thought back to this morning. He remembered his sister wearing the best attire she possessed and putting some items in the carriage. He figured she came to the palace.

He walked briskly into the well furnished palace, eager to see more of it. Halfway through a butler stopped him.

"You must be the brave man I have heard tales of" he said in a dreamy voice. The man was rather plump; round face, protruding stomach and pumped buttocks. He was a truck.

"Aye you speak correctly. Please take me to the king, my father has sent me for official business"

"Yes sir. Do follow me"

Ryirl basked in all the attention he was receiving especially from the ladies. The plump butler stopped in front of the throne room after about ten minutes of walking.

"I have just mind linked the king. You may go in now"

Ryirl pushed the humongous doors and stepped into the throne room. If the palace was beautiful, the throne room was exquisite.

"Welcome child. I have been told you have official business to discuss with me?" The king's voice was smooth but commanding.

"Yes my king. My father told me about your proposal for me to marry your first daughter" Ryirl said bowing his head to the ground.  It was a challenge to look a king in the eye; everyone knew that.

"And?" The king asked

"I'm sorry I have to refuse. I am not yet ready to settle down" he said regretfully, the lie rolled off his tongue smoothly; he despised lucy.

"Nonsense! Do you realise you are giving up the throne? Are you in your right senses lad?"

"Yes my king. I am aware of all these"

"Then you must be one of the most foolish lads I have ever encountered. Many men have requested my daughter's hand in marriage and i refused yet here you are refusing to be king. I knew you had potential and I need a powerful male heir" The King bellowed and Ryirl cringed.

"I'm sorry, I deeply apologise but-"

"Father it is not good for you to get riled up like this"

A soft voice sounded from the door and Ryirl's head swerved in the direction of the voice. By the gods, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

Her long black hair looked silky and fell like a curtain past the back of her knees. Her eyes were beautifully curved at the edges and her waist was as tiny as the width of four of his fingers put together. Her stomach was flat, to top it off her hips were curvy and her legs were perfectly shaped too.

Now this, this is the goddess of beauty.

Her purple eyes shifted to him and he choked on his words, his adam's apple bobbed up and down and he blinked his eyes multiple times as if trying to believe that she was real. That this jewel stayed hidden in the palace walls all this while was beyond him. He wished he could stride over to where she stood and claim her for himself. His dumb sister toppled in after the princess and he rolled his eyes at her. Her walking steps were horrible.

"Especially not on my birthday. Sister has locked her door again and I'm quite lonely. Who calls on your rage? Let me hand you their corpses and make them do whatever you wish" She said before turning to glare at Ryirl. In her hands she held a cat, it was purple just like her eyes. She combed through it's hairs and it squirmed cutely.

"There will be no need of that darling. I can take care of this"

"Actually my king, I have a proposal of mine" Ryirl said smugly and his sister narrowed her eyes at him from where she stood. She knew whatever his plan was, was stupid and reckless.

"Go on" the king urged.

"I came here to apologise for not being able to marry your daughter because I am in love with the youngest princess and I fear she'll reject me"

Kadja gasped, rya huffed. It was crazy because he just knew about her existence today.

"Nonsense. She is as ready as ready can be" The king jumped in joy. He wanted Ryirl's powers in his lineage.

"Father!" Kadja scolded and the vat in her hands jumped in fright "How could you? I'm right here and I refuse to this"

"You will marry him darling. He's brave, strong and charismatic. There is no better candidate to take your hand in marriage"

"But-"

"Happy birthday my darling and happy engagement. You would love me for this. I can see you falling in love with this handsome lad in a few months" Kadja stomped her feet before throwing a menacing glare towards Ryirl.

She walked out angrily, cursing and huffing under her breath. Ryirl had stepped on the tiger's tail.

He went home with a wide smile covering his features. He was well pleased with the outcome of his visit to the palace. It was safe to say he got more than he bargained for. Although he lost the throne, he gained something more valuable. He was never meant to be a king.

His sister Rya nagged him throughout the rest of the day, hissing angrily and ranting about how he wanted to destroy her friendship with the princess. She even said the princess was planning to send an army of dead ones to kill him. It was her forbidden magic if course but now that she has been triggered she could do it. It was never easy to contain her.

"What is her name" Ryirl asked ignoring his sister.

"Oh I don't know, I thought you have been 'in love with her' for a while. So you tell me. Her name could be Ryan, shekim, Tetera, Thomas or even Calvin!"

His sister's words seemed to always have an impact on the future whenever she was angry. It was a gift passed on to her by their late mother but as Ryirl pondered on the names, he concluded that they had nothing to do with his future.

"What is it Rya?"

"Kadja"

"Kadja" he repeated. The name sounded strange on his tongue but he loved it.

Kadja.