His father, chief Mordin, sat high atop of a small rise overviewing the fire and village. Next to him sat his wives, the oldest being Jaro's mother Tali. It was tradition to celebrate after a first battle for a young prince. A Victor always attracted the best of the young women and it was at the bonfire where they met. Chief Mordin had met his wife Tali at a fire, and his father before him had met his wife at a fire, and his father before him, and so on. It was tradition that the prince chose a female at the fire first before any other man was allowed to approach a woman.
Due to the large amount heat that was emitted from the flames the tribe members wore only fabric, which covered their sexes - a full fur coat would be unbearable. Despite that, some girls wore fur to impress and attract the men. The sight of hundreds of half-naked men and women with only fire between them was an incredible sight, but they grew impatient. Young Jaro took his sweet time, unlike his father Mordin before him. Jaro observed the all of the females. He looked at their height, examined their bust, and searched for the perfect hair. As the girl with the best hair was seen as a goddess and Mother Nature herself. The women all wore their finest furs and freshly picked flowers from the woods, and hoped to attract the young barbarian prince.
As Mordin looked down at his son around the gigantic fire pit, his second wife, Lia, was feeling frisky and begged him to retreat for the evening into the chieftain's tent. He waved her off as he would not leave until he saw his boy find a woman. Fortune favored wife Lia as prince Jaro spotted his mate the moment after Lia's plea. He had seen her through the flames; she could have been a sister to Freja herself. She stood taller than all girls and her dark blonde hair shined more bright than all her rival women. She was as a torch in the storm and Jaro had his eyes locked on her as he circled around the large diameter of the fire pit. It was then he noticed she was a way back in the crowd and surrounded by a group of women who all thought that the prince came for them. But many were let down when the prince's powerful and strong arms pushed them aside until he stood before his prey. He was able to examine her better now.
She stood as tall as any of Mordin's warriors, but could not match prince Jaro who was a head taller. Her bust was fully developed for her age of what appeared to be 19 or 20, a year older than Jaro himself. Her stomach was flat as she had a healthy build. The prince walked around to see her back and bum, which were impressive too, full and strong. He walked back to face her. Jaro looked in to her eyes, which were a dark sea blue and they contained a look of shock - she could not believe that out of the hundreds of women at the gathering, the prince had approached and picked her.
Jaro placed his arm around her waist and led her out of the crowd and in to view for the whole village. He stopped her by the fire the drums stopped to beat. They stood their silently for a moment until they faced chief Mordin, they awaited his approval and blessing. With a loud and cheering roar he blessed them and the whole village joined the wild cheer. The music began to play and the men and women now rushed for each other’s company. Their party had now begun.
The royal couple was dismissed from the fire and retreated from the festival. A short moment and a short walk later they were inside the prince's pavilion, of course with guards nearby outside. Close enough to protect, but far enough for privacy. The pavilion was large. With the height of a full grown oak and the width of a Viking ship. The sounds of distant music snuck its way in but it was first time the prince Jaro and his lady were alone. He looked lustful at the girl standing before him who stared down into the floor, she avoided his gaze.
"You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen," the words escaped Jaro's mouth as he stepped forward. "What is the name of such a dove?"
"M...Mi...ri, my...my lord." She answered nervously as Jaro was now standing centimeters from her, looking down at her.
"Miri," he repeated and drew his hand through her hair.