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       There was a loud pounding in Estella’s chest. A never ending drum that was threatening to burst from her body. How had things changed so drastically in such a short amount of time? The arrival of a messenger a mere month ago symbolized the beginning. Her father had been a prince and her grandfather was on his deathbed. Estella had gone to him of course, even though they had never met he was family the only family she had left. Being the only heir she would inherit the throne, and if that wasn’t terrifying enough – she was being married off. Political ties were needed for a royal that the people did not know. Or so that’s what she was told. A Dwarven prince from Erebor was her soon to husband. Very soon she thought as she stared at the doors.        They gave a creak as they opened and they sounds caused Stella’s heart to leap into her throat. She could do this, she had to do this. Her grandfather was dying and Estella had no idea how to run a kingdom. She would need help. Her eyes traveled around the large room as she walked slowly down the aisle. So many faces looked back at her, most of the whispering to the one next to them. She knew they spoke of her and so she turned her eyes forward and held her chin high. The little half hobbit was use to whispers behind her back. Finally she spotted him, Thorin son of Thrain. In an instant she knew her cheeks had flushed, he was young and handsome she just hoped he was kind as well.

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