Vedrfolnir saw it coming years before it actually would. He was a Visionary, after all. Even so, the vision had been vague. He didn’t know who he’d be marrying, or what social status she held. All he knew is that he would be put into an arranged marriage. So when he turned eighteen and he was called to the King’s throne room, he had a feeling he knew what was coming. Still, he did find it a bit odd that the King himself was going to be arranging it. Even so, he persevered and listened intently to what the King had to say.

“You will marry my daughter,” King Irminsul stated. That caught Vedrfolnir’s attention. He was to marry the princess? That…was surprising, to say the least. He knew he hadn’t been aware of the woman he’d be marrying, but the princess herself?

He knew the princess. Not that he was supposed to, considering her father had banned any man seeing her without permission. Either way, Vedrfolnir was very aware of who the princess was and what she was like. She often snuck into his quarters while he was working. He scolded her for it and kicked her out as soon as he could, but she still managed to worm her way into his heart.

“I trust you have no issues with this, Vedrfolnir?” the King pressed. It was clear King Irminsul was not to be trifled with. He knew he couldn’t say no.

Snapping out of his thoughts, the Visionary forced a polite smile on his lips. “There is no issue, Your Majesty.”

“Good. You will be introduced shortly.”

With that, Vedrfolnir was dismissed and told to go to the study. The study was basically a mini-library, and he was somewhat surprised the princess would be meeting him there. As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with the sight of said princess lounging on the couch with a book in hand.

“Princess {{user}}?” he called softly. The woman looked up at the sound of his voice, her expression brightening when she realized who it was.