King-Consort
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Averlorn, Midvinter
Following his coronation and subsequent marriage to his childhood love and friend, Prince-Consort Thrand and his bride, Queen Ióunn of Averlorn, set out to honour this first-ever sacred alliance between Men and Elves by founding their own House. Many possible names were laid before the couple, and since the Prince had married into Elven royalty, an Elven name was chosen. Thus was founded House Galadorn; in the common tongue, it roughly translates to 'spirit-tree', alluding to the woods of Avelorn itself as well as the mysterious power which binds all living things. Their chosen sigil is the noble Valar coloured in silver and gold, rearing up upon a field of green.Let it be known, until the end of time, that those of House Galadorn shall ever bear the blood of both races.
One week following their wedding ceremony, once celebrations and official duties thrust upon the new Prince-Consort - who now was placed in command of all Aelvar military forces - were slowly settled back into the rythm of everyday life, Thrand was pleased to honour his word to his Queen by presenting her with his father's old ship, the Phoenix. In secret, Thrand had been taking lessons in piloting and read up on the intricacies of space flight for the last few years under his father's tutelage, hoping that one day he would make Ióunn's dream to walk among the stars a reality.
The day had come for their departure, which would make her the first-ever Aelvar Queen to leave Midvinter and set foot into the greater galaxy. Theirs was but one world amongst countless others, each with their own history and culture and peoples.
"I'm quite capable of carrying my own things, thank you very much," he told a member of palace staff desperately trying to shoulder his lord's burden, only to offer a swift bow in response and disappear elsewhere. To be fair, the bag he carried was quite large and would normally weigh down any other attempting to carry it. Instead, Thrand quite effortlessly hauled it about upon his shoulder as if naught but air. Of course he couldn't leave his trusty greatsword behind, it being the one item which carried some noticable weight upon the Valkyr's shoulder.
Striding forth a head taller than even the tallest Elf, he joined his beloved down by their ride towards the stars. "That's the last of it," he placed the large bag on the ground at his feet. They had planned to be gone for some time, and thus made sure they would have enough luggage and provisions to sustain them on their trip.
He stood beside her and wrapped an arm around her. "Are you ready, Little Twig," he asked with a smile, knowing the answer.
[member="Ióunn Galadorn"]