Post by donar on Aug 15, 2019 15:59:34 GMT
“I know it doesn’t seem so, but I will take care of you.”
“What makes you think that it will not be I protecting you?” Donar asked, he was smirking though and while there was still some tension lingering in the room it was fading.
Their two tribes of Germani had been warring for so long, longer than their own lives. Perhaps longer than their fathers’s live. Now, there was a chance for peace and it rested on their shoulders.
It was customary to create a peace treaty by marrying off two of the chiefs' children, thus unifying the warring tribes but neither leader had had a daughter. Donar was the son of his people’s chief but Agron’s people? Their Chief had lost every son to battle and conflict and whilst his wife was swollen with child, that did not help the cause for peace. The leader’s second had two children, also boys, and Agron was the eldest.
Such a coupling was no unheard of, there was no taboo about loving your own sex in their culture at all but a peace marriage like this hadn’t happened in anyone’s memory. A peace marriage between two men was causing quite a stir of excitement not just within their own tribes but with neighbouring lands and ally tribes too.
Donar counted himself lucky that he at least had attraction to both genders, when his father had told him a marriage was being arranged he knew he could at least attempt to make it work and even the news of it being a man had not upset him.
Agron was of a form, he supposed. Of course, Donar had been raised to hate the tribe he was from but he could learn to look past that. One day he, Donar, would be chief of his people and he would be expected to have Agron at his side. After all, the peace rested on their union being successful.