Théodred Heavenshield
Norbæn Véurr
Norvegr-fen
A crisp early morning
[member="Boo Heavenshield"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"]
For the first time in a long time, Théo felt like he was coming home. His home and that of his beloveds. The day that the Heavenshields had been moved out of the Grand Hall in Thainbroek after his uncle had returned to Midvinter and had taken the throne after the death of his grandpapa, Théo had never really found his place on the planet he loved more than anything and it had set him adrift for a while, not understanding what had transpired, he was only a boy confused by it all but now that was all in the past and he had dealt with all of that. At least he had thought, a smile crept across his face as he stood in the main room of New Himmeldal, the grand hall of the Northmark and he realised he had styled it around the design of his former home. It was not as big, but it was the same.
It was a good feeling though.
After the events of the battle between the realms, and all that had come to pass since then, it was time to gather those around him that meant the world to him, his son and his beloved Ylva. It had not been the best of introduction back then but what could he do at the time? he couldn't deny them, there would have been retribution for that had he done so. But now from the day that ended the battle to this, Midvinter would never be the same again, was it for the better? He supposed time would tell.
They had all arrived to Norvegr-fen, in the wee hours of the night passed and so tired the family sort their beds before they could do anything, Théo had been awake for a few hours already, had been to see the progress of the city as it was still in the process of establishing although most of the main infrastructure was in place. All around him as he walked the stoned streets, was the construction of new homes and establishments that would become the main area of trade, the docks were up and already ferrying goods around the city and to the south to Thainbroek and life here was taking shape.
But now he was standing over the hearth in the center of the Hall, placing more wood on the flames and he await the arrival of the sleepy heads in their beds. He did not wake either of them, they deserved their rest in the days after the great war.
A crisp early morning
[member="Boo Heavenshield"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"]
For the first time in a long time, Théo felt like he was coming home. His home and that of his beloveds. The day that the Heavenshields had been moved out of the Grand Hall in Thainbroek after his uncle had returned to Midvinter and had taken the throne after the death of his grandpapa, Théo had never really found his place on the planet he loved more than anything and it had set him adrift for a while, not understanding what had transpired, he was only a boy confused by it all but now that was all in the past and he had dealt with all of that. At least he had thought, a smile crept across his face as he stood in the main room of New Himmeldal, the grand hall of the Northmark and he realised he had styled it around the design of his former home. It was not as big, but it was the same.
It was a good feeling though.
After the events of the battle between the realms, and all that had come to pass since then, it was time to gather those around him that meant the world to him, his son and his beloved Ylva. It had not been the best of introduction back then but what could he do at the time? he couldn't deny them, there would have been retribution for that had he done so. But now from the day that ended the battle to this, Midvinter would never be the same again, was it for the better? He supposed time would tell.
They had all arrived to Norvegr-fen, in the wee hours of the night passed and so tired the family sort their beds before they could do anything, Théo had been awake for a few hours already, had been to see the progress of the city as it was still in the process of establishing although most of the main infrastructure was in place. All around him as he walked the stoned streets, was the construction of new homes and establishments that would become the main area of trade, the docks were up and already ferrying goods around the city and to the south to Thainbroek and life here was taking shape.
But now he was standing over the hearth in the center of the Hall, placing more wood on the flames and he await the arrival of the sleepy heads in their beds. He did not wake either of them, they deserved their rest in the days after the great war.