The First Rider

"Tell me, Baroness. What spell do you weave on the men of this world?" The people in the room gasped. "Father " Draken scolded, and even Roselinde leaned to look at her husband."It is a valid question." Corrine called, and the room hushed. "One I do not have an answer to, your Majesty."The king stood and moved to stand in front of her, waving off the protests of his wife and son. "Shall I tell you, then?" He walked around the young woman. "You have no question in your loyalty. You are wild, strong willed. Many see such a spirit and demand it be broken." Corrine gulped, but did not waiver. "You are young, a beauty in your own right. With the friendship of a monarchy, a duchy, and three noblemen. And while you are betrothed, you are not yet claimed." Viggo growled softly. "Such loyalty is given without hesitation by the riders, my queen and my heir. Each one ready to sacrifice my kingdom for you.""Your majesty...""Quiet." He did not yell, but his tone was ice. "You are both a treasured strength to the crown, and a dangerous weakness. Do you understand this?"Corrine looked him in his eyes. "Yes, Majesty. I would extend an apology, but I do not think it would matter."The King smirked. "No, it would not."