Thread: Khan's Bride || ƒeral x rosita red

Aylia heard the horses of the caravan whiny and fret behind her, not a bad reaction considering the mammoth beasts that gotten so close to them. Elves had always preferred horses for their size and grace, though the kodos may came in handy against the invaders with their natural defenses and tough hides. Horses, although beautiful, are prone to things such as spears and arrows that tear their soft flesh. She ignored them for now, as well as the blood riders that hadn't dismounted. Her focus is entirely on the impressive khan. At first sight, she is rather taken with the way that the khan moves. So fluid and naturally gracefully... Among the races, the elves are known to be quite graceful themselves the khan surpassed even that easily. Aylia is quite relieved when Salyn gave a name that she could say in her tongue correctly. She had met few individuals of high rank that didn't mind their names being mispronounced. I am Princess Aylia of the kingdom of Felomere, she says evenly, well used to making the introduction. She took note of the khan's manner, making special note that the other leader did not take her eyes off her. Aylia added a formal but still loose bow at her waist, keeping her people's traditions for formal greetings before taking her own seat. With her own small frame, several grains shorter then the khan, the chair seems a bit more suited for Aylia and also a bit more comfortable. The food provided might be a bit meager by both their standards. A loaf of hearty bread, some hard cheese and salted beef had been laid out on the few chipped plates belong to the wives of the caravan. Now the verbal dance begins, the stakes all laid out for Aylia. Great Khan Salyn, Aylia began after a moment, using the level voice that she had perfected during her schooling, one that had served her well ever since. You may have heard rumor of invaders troubling the northern borders of the realm. The invaders fear nothing they feel no pain from the slash of blades or the sting of arrows. Attempts to stop them are swatted aside like a horse swatting aside the annoyance of fly. She paused there for a moment, letting that sink in. Here she had thought that her speech craft lessons would never be used oh how she dreads having to use those lessons for a reason such as this. Your warriors are fierce and many in number, easily able to repeal those threatening our homeland. the invaders will stop at nothing, including laying the glorious plains spread out before us to waste. They wish to see the sky filled with smoke from leagues of fire, they fine grazing grounds for many herds of animals reduced to nothing but ash blown about by the wind. To save from this fate, I propose a deal. I offer ten wagons of the finest Felomere steel, twenty of the finest mares and stallions each. She raised a hand for emphasis, her apparently delicate fingers all held together. As a final sign of alliance, I offer my hand in marriage. Those watching from the caravan gasped she hold them of offering horses and steel, but not her hand in marriage. She the lone the child of the king, the lone heir to the throne. Although more open minded then most, it's still considered preposterous for her to marry another woman, never mind a barbarian from another race of being.