He had dreamed this nightmare, but had never thought it possible when the northern prince had claimed the lady's hand.
A political alliance, for the Council.
A seal on a much-needed treaty, for the King.
A chance to do much good, for the Princess.
A flight of hope, for the Prince.
But he had called it a waste.
So many allies to appease yet Ondoher sends his daughter to the dying north? Only to have the pair claim kingship a mere four years later.
"Gondor belongs to the heirs of An?rion!" Pelendur cries, and tosses the claim to the fire.
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