Thread: A Prince in Need | Unchained & JmBZ |

Alaial had a look of nervousness on her face as the guard went into the chambers to inform the prince of her arrival. She took a moment to quickly run a hand through her blonde hair. Her stomach felt like it was tossing and turning over and over again, and why wouldn't it be? Here she was at the kingdom of Belthora, about to attempt to woo the prince into making her his wife. Alaial was an elf, whose people hailed from the nation northwest of Belthora. Her father, the Elven king Halon, had heard news of the heir, who had inherited the kingdom from his tragically deceased mother and father, and his search. He had no doubt that many women from the four corners of the realm would be traveling to try and win the affections of the young Leonhart, and he wanted his lovely daughter to be one of them. The king knew that a marriage of human and elven royalty would be a nice diplomatic move for both of their kingdoms for man did not trust the elves, the two races constantly getting into wars and skirmishes. As Halon had explained to the wide-eyed Alaial, This union could bring us an era of peace.... And so here she was, after two night's travel from the Elven nation of Lumora to Belthora, waiting outside the chamber door of, potentially, her future husband. Her thoughts were jarred as one of the guards called her name, letting her know that Leonhart was ready to see her now. She gave a curt nod, walking through the open doorway as her bare feet silently tread against the floor of the chamber. Her gaze met that of the prince, who was looking at her with an expression of shock. This gave her a small bit of comfort maybe he was just as nervous about all of this as she was. She didn't have time to dwell on that thought, as she was interrupted by the slamming of the doors behind her, causing her to jump in surprise. The Elven princess turned her attention back to the light-haired male that was in front of her. She had to admit, as she listened to his apologetic words, he was rather dashing in his looks, even with the look that was currently on his face. When she realized where, exactly, his eyes were focused on her person, her pristine cheeks tinted a strawberry shade of red, her ears twitching for a few moments as she briefly looked away from Leon. Well, she supposed she couldn't really blame him. The elves were a naturally beautiful race, and Alaial was no exception. With a tall frame and a smooth hourglass figure, she was quite a sight. She was clothed in a white tunic, the fabric containing her plentiful breasts held in place by two golden rings, one attached to her necklace and the other holding the lower half of her garment in place. The lower half of her body was not covered, save for a leather sash that tapered down to her thighs, and her tunic wrapping against her backside and tied in a knot in the front. Therefore, the human would be able to see her wide hips and flat stomach, her most sacred of areas covered loosely only by the aforementioned sash. To humans, it might've seemed strange at best and indecent at worst, for the princess and her people, it was a part of their culture they believed that no elf should be ashamed of their body, hiding it behind fancy clothing. Her clothing was relatively conservative by her race's standards most elves wore even less than she did. Ah, no...no apologies are needed, my lord, Alaial said finally, turning to face Leonhart once again. Her voice sounds like chimes on a windy day, and a small, shy smile curled across her lips. After all, I did not expect you to prepared for my arrival, on such short notice no less. She took a moment to do a formal bow, unintentionally giving the prince an ample view of her cleavage before she rose back up, her breasts jostling gently with the sudden movement. Please, call me Alaial, she continued, walking towards the table from which he sat. She stood there for a moment, biting her lip in thought, the sash subtly swaying from side-to-side before she finally took a seat at the chair just across from him. She was to try and persuade him to be her husband, after all it was only right. I, um, can't pretend to know exactly what to say to you, she admitted softly, crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap as she glanced sideways at Leon, her emerald eyes twinkling. In order to convince you to make me your wife.