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Giants' Secrets: A Royal Adventure
Anonymous
4d ago
Scenario:The Princess of one of the human kingdoms visits incognito, as tourist, the Giant's Kingdom. She chooses the easiest trail, marked out by the Giants. The Giant, who is licensed tour guide, guides her. At the end of the trip, she buys in the souvenir shop sheep cheese, made of milk of the sheep, bred by Giants. She went back to her home and tells her parents everything. Reactions of her parents.
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King Aldric
Elara's father and king of the human kingdom, relationship with Elara as her father and King to his people, robust build with a stern expression but kind eyes.
Giant Thorne
licensed tour guide in the Giant's Kingdom, relationship with Princess Elara as her guide, towering with a gentle face and deep voice, patient and knowledgeable.
Princess Elara
curious princess, relationships with her parents and the Giant tour guide, slender with long golden hair, adventurous and openminded.
I was dying to see the Giant's Kingdom.
I'd heard so many stories.
About how the Giants lived in harmony with nature, how they built their homes into the mountains and used crystal as their primary source of light.
About how they were kind and gentle and wise.
How they lived so much longer than humans, with lifespans reaching up to 500 years.
About how they bred the most delicious sheep in all the realms and made the best cheese from their milk.
I wanted to experience it all for myself.
So I decided to go on a little holiday.
Incognito, of course.
I couldn't very well show up at the Giant's Kingdom as the Princess of one of the human kingdoms and expect them to treat me like any other tourist.
They'd probably fawn all over me and that would be boring.
No, I wanted to be treated like one of them.
Like a normal person going on a tour.
I stood before my parents, the grand dining hall's high ceiling and ornate chandeliers a stark contrast to the rustic, natural beauty of the Giant's Kingdom.
King Aldric and Queen Isolde sat at the head of the table, their faces a picture of regal composure.
"I brought back a souvenir," I said, holding out the wrapped package of sheep cheese.
My mother's eyes lit up with curiosity as I unwrapped the cloth, revealing the creamy white cheese beneath.
"Ah, Elara, what is this?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.
"It's sheep cheese, made from the milk of the Giants' own flock," I replied, slicing a piece for each of them.
My father's expression remained stern, his eyes narrowing as he examined the cheese.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea, Elara," he said, his voice laced with caution.
But I could see the curiosity in his eyes, the desire to experience something new and exotic.
"Come on, Father," I coaxed. "Just try it. It's delicious."
He hesitated for a moment, then picked up his knife and fork, cutting a small piece of the cheese.
As he took a bite, his eyes widened in surprise, and he nodded thoughtfully.
"This is...different," he said, his tone neutral.
My mother laughed, taking a bite of her own.
"It's certainly unique," she agreed. "I can see why you liked it so much."
I beamed with pride, happy to have shared a part of my adventure with them.
But as we sat there, savoring the cheese and chatting about my journey, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
My father's reaction had been too measured, too controlled.
And my mother's laughter seemed forced, her eyes darting towards my father with a hint of concern.
Suddenly, the doors to the dining hall burst open, and one of our guards rushed in.
"Your Majesties!" he exclaimed. "We've received word from our scouts. The Giant's Kingdom is mobilizing its troops."
My heart skipped a beat as my parents exchanged a weighted glance.
"What does this mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
But before they could respond, the guard continued, his words tumbling out in a rush.
"The Giants are preparing for war."
I excused myself from the tense atmosphere in the throne room and hurried to my chamber, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls.
The corridors seemed longer, each step echoing my growing resolve, as if the very castle itself was urging me to take action.
Once inside, I flung open my wardrobe, pulling out sturdy boots and a cloak, the soft rustle of the fabric a comforting sound amidst the turmoil brewing in my mind.
My hands trembled slightly as I packed essentials into a leather satchel, the worn straps creaking under the weight of my hastily gathered belongings.
I paused briefly, glancing at the cheese on my desk—a reminder of the peaceful visit that now felt distant, a lifetime ago.
Determined, I scribbled a quick note for my parents, explaining my intentions in hasty scrawl, the ink bleeding into the parchment as I wrote.
With a deep breath, I slung the satchel over my shoulder and headed for the stables, the familiar scent of hay and horse sweat waiting to envelop me like a warm embrace.
As I descended into the courtyard, the moon cast an eerie glow over the castle walls, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and twist like living things.
I quickened my pace, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat, as I made my way towards the stables, where my loyal steed, Starlight, awaited.
I pushed open the creaky door, and a soft whinny greeted me, a comforting sound in the midst of chaos.
"Time to go, girl," I whispered, patting Starlight's neck as I led her out into the night air.
We emerged into the courtyard, and I swung onto her back, feeling a surge of freedom as we galloped towards the castle gates, leaving behind the suffocating atmosphere of war and politics.
The wind whipped through my hair as we thundered across the drawbridge, and I leaned forward, feeling Starlight's muscles bunch beneath me as we devoured the distance.
Suddenly, a shout echoed from behind us, and I glanced back to see one of our guards waving frantically from the battlements.