White Hunt (Knight!Norway x Princess!Reader) P1

"Fine" You responded sullenly, stalking out of the main hall to your bedchamber.  Laying back on the soft sheets of your bed, you pondered the benefits of being a princess.  Sure, it was nice being able to do whatever you want, have whatever you want but the restrictions were terrible sometimes.  You had to be cordial to all the nobles, even the perverted Prince Bonnefoy.  One of the worst things is being forced to marry for political reasons.  Being a princess, you got to read all the time and your favorite books were romances where the rogue swept away the princess and took her on exciting adventures.  Or when there was forbidden romance involved.  Naturally you were angry at having the right to fall in love snatched away from you.  You would marry the prince of the country that could bring your country the most power to defend against King Ivan's attacks.

There was a soft knock on the door to your bedchamber.  Refusing to get off your bed, you called out.  "Who is it?"

"It's us, darling."  Of course, it was your fathers, coming to tell you about how "amazing, and handsome" your new husband would be, and how great it was for you to do your duty as a princess.  They walked over to you, laying down on the bed staring up at your starry bedroom ceiling.  The best artists in the land had painted it to match the sky, deep blue with twinkling stars, beautiful, like you.  You were described as indescribably  beautiful with your  (h/c)   (h/l)  locks and sparkling  (e/c)  eyes.  All the princes in the surrounding countries vied for your hand, all the time.  Your country was well off also, being the combination of your fathers' two kingdoms.  It was snowy but not lacking in resources.  Your army alone would appeal to other princes.  There would probably be some trite, unromantic way of screening the suitors.

Your father finally spoke up, "We are thinking of letting you choose the competition,  (Name) . He will be your husband after all."  You pondered that for a second, all you had to do was make the competition seem possible but have it actually be impossible.  Then, none of the suitors would be able to win and you wouldn't have to marry.  The sudden, bright smile on your face startled your fathers.  There was bound to be something up your sleeve.  Now, how to make it impossible.  You tried to remember myths and legends that could provide a good goose chase.

*Flashback*

"Very well, this is what the competition will be..." You explained.

~Flying mint bunny flash forward~

Looking over the courtyard at the princes that were getting ready to try your competition, you smirked.  They all had no idea what you were planning.  Your parents walked out onto the balcony with you, with a quick smile shared between them, they nodded for you to make the announcement.  Walking over to the edge, you cleared your throat.  It was a small noise but at seeing you, all the princes and lords fell silent. 

"Greetings to you all from  (kingdom name) .  You have all gathered here to win my hand in marriage and create an alliance, that will cause both kingdoms to prosper.  Here is your challenge...." *Pause for dramatic effect*