Thread: Skin Deep... To The Bone [-Haru & Candy-]

Shira had indeed disappeared into his daughters personal bathing chamber to be pampered and show his own affections to the elven women if they so allowed it while the stately king was well within his late forties, early fifties, King Shira was not a bad looking man the king wished to take advantage of the elven hospitality for as long as he could. When each general came to stand at her side, Amirah once more beamed, looking back and wondering why she had even cared to think that all elves were to behave like the spoiled princeling who had made it painfully clear he detested humans. Her thoughts of the beautiful elven prince evaporated the moment that Odilon began to speak, and when he finished, her stomach instantly began to twist into anxious knots, Id like that very much, t-the meeting those within the barracks, the thought of being the Queen to the Elves still didnt sit right with her. Amirah, the Desert Rose, knew that she was always destined to be married off to someone she hardly knew but never would have imagined it would be to an Elven Prince. She had learned from the best the tactics of war, had learned writing, reading and politics, all things that future leader needed to know and while she did know all the basics, the thought of knowing that the Elven ground troops would fall under her command still didnt seem real. The remainder of the walk had been silent, Amariah had been lost in thought, still clinging to the Generals words until shadows passed over head and the sight of living griffins came into view. From beside both elven men, the silver haired princess let out an audible gasp, her mouth agape, although in a fascinated smile she knew better than to run up to the creatures as they were meant for war but by the same token her excitement was getting the better of her, even as her heart thundered loudly in her ears. When Arcturus stepped away and began introductions, the princess once more beamed happily, Brass? Hes beautiful, its nice to meet you, she cooed softly, watching completely enraptured when the creature bowed its body low, as clear sign it knew who she was. When the offer to pet the legendary beast was offered, the princess swallowed hard and stepped forward, cautious not to spook the creature. With a shaking hand she reached out to touch the velvet soft feathers and when the general reached out to guide her hand, Amirahs cheeks instantly went red. She could have stayed there for hours among the griffins, completely fascinated by their beauty, their majesty and their sheer strength, but she knew she could and as the troupe walked through the eyrie, Amirah drank in as much information as she could retain. When minutes melted into hours, the princess began to wonder silently what it was like to ride such a beast. Since she was a young girl, the princess had loved riding, and had gotten into trouble a time or two when she was young as she would sneak out into the stables and sleep among her fathers horses. Hm? She questioned when she was offered the chance to eat, having completely forgotten that she hadnt all day and she was famished and when the general offered to have her eat with the soldiers, she jumped at the chance, I would be honored if I could eat with them, if theyll have me of course. Under normal circumstances, Shira would have forbidden his daughter from eating with those who made up his armies, but Amirah, much like her late mother had always had a soft spot for working men, especially those who readily gave their lives in the line of duty. Soldiers were the one thing that the princess adored most. She desired to make a good impression and with the thought lingering in the back of her mind that someday, when she acquired the throne, that the men within that troop would be under her command, she wished to instill in them that while yes she was their leader, she was not some celebrity that was too busy with her own agenda that she could not be seen among the men that served under her. I should hope, she began, looking between both generals, That perhaps I might also practice with the men. Archery, sword play and anything else I can have them teach me. I do wish to learn as much as I can while I live among you, perhaps more on the art of warfare. The thought of sitting stagnate within the palace is, well, unbearable. Amirah had collected a lock of her long platinum hair from behind her shoulder and absentmindedly twirled it between her fingers again, anxious that both men would say she would be better suited wearing fine gowns and playing politician than learning the art of fighting.