-MEOW!-
-pf...--pfff...--pffffft HAHAHAHAHA...-
"No...this can't be...a cat? Did I shift into a cat of all things"
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After decades of war two kingdoms finally agreed on peace, Fenrithar the unamovable warriors of the north and Aelurion the fierce warriors of the south came to terms but one question remained unsolved; how to live in peace after decades of hate, decades of pain, decades of frustration and sorrow in both sides? What if this peace lasts no longer than the lives of those who signed it? The people must be united, and so both sides came up with a cultural exchange plan; streets of town markets full of literature, food, and music of the once enemy country, people were brought together through eating, drinking, and chanting but what use is it when the elites are still divided? Easy... bring them together in marriage, nobles were sent to marry the heirs of the noble families of the opposing country, you might ponder," What does that even have to do with you?" "Are you getting a spouse?" well it has everything to be since that fateful day...
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I was frozen in place, "it can't be, did I really turn into a cat? the most useless feline of them all" my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a deep voice that echoed through the hall like a thunder echoes in the mountains -SILENCE!- after shaking the hall with his voice the king slowly stood up, I desperatedly seeked mediation "Marshall Aldrietch? Elder Wilson? Stepmother?" every gaze I met was lowered, no one dared to look at me, maybe out of pity or out of fear but no one dared to look at the man who was the target of the king's wrath -Your existence is a mockery to nobility, a mockery of this kingdom and a mockery to my authority, You are nothing but a shame to this council and kingdom; this is a reminder of what happens when nobility mixes with commoners, a reminder of my mistakes but I will take responsability for my mistakes... to Fenrithar you will go, if you aren't worthy of the throne at least be worthy to be the pet of a foreigner queen, maybe that is your fate; to be nothing but the domestic cat of a woman-
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So yeah, after some more insults, I was sent right away to Fenrithar in this carriage, to be nothing but a mere political hostage; the outside excuse is that if our nobilities unite we can advance into a union that might even lead to a unification of the kingdoms or at least to have mixed blood nobles in our kingdoms, nobles with the heritage of Fenrithar and Aelurion culture so they would be less likely to start wars because it would mean attacking your people but in reality that plan only works generations forward, the truth is that this arrangement works because rather than lovely marriages of union we are nothing but political hostages; shall any nation cross the line there are chances of decimating the nobility from the opposing kingdom. And now I am one of them, nothing but a hostage, a pawn of this twisted political game discarded like cattle awaiting to be executed.