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

...And I shall never get to look upon the crashing waves on the shore, in a place Ive called home since my birth. Instead I am to be offered to man, nay, some spoiled Eldar prince. For what purpose to ensure peace between warring states. Father states that is healthy for me, that it is far more preferred, yet I feel as if the Gods have offered me an ill fate Amirah , princess of Erkesh sighed heavily as she put the quill pen down, looking at the garments she had donned to meet her prince charming. It was certainly not her usual fair, she would have prefered the carefree, flowing gossamer fabric that her own clothes allowed but her dear father had command that new garments be made her, something less revealing as what she normally wore revealed her midriff, her slender arms and well defined legs. Her long, platinum hair, which she normally let hang loosely the small of her waist was no braided tightly and adorned with an elven circlet . Darling, your silence worries me so, a bride should be more joyful on her wedding day. Amirah snorted and folded her arms under her breasts, already missing hope as they had been traveling now for at least a week straight, stopping every evening as to not incur the wrath of the local wildlife and to ensure that their princess was bathed, More often a bride has the choice in who she gives herself away to instead of being the bargaining chip. She returned venomously, making the elder man, shake his head slowly, his thick gray beard swaying too and for as he did so. My desert flower, you know as well as I why I do what it is I do. The silver haired princess again snorted and threw up her hands, Because you wish peace of our people and for their people as well, yet you prefer me to be condemned to hell? I suppose the pain of one is worth less than the pain of others. Again the king sighed and folded his hands within his lap, disappointed that his own flesh and blood could not see the reasoning behind his and the Eldar Lords choice. You will hold your tongue when we reach the city Amirah, or I will personally see to it that it is removed, are we clear? The young woman upturned her nose and continued to pout, I understand, she hissed, knowing that while the king loved her deeply, he would not tolerate disrespect from his own daughter. When the gates were reached the king and his daughter were transferred from the carriage they had been riding in through most of the journey, instead to two large horses , a company of polished soldiers on either side of them, while the carriage depositing the princess clothes and other such things detoured towards the palace to ensure that all her things were in order after the meeting.. It seemed completely ridiculous to be presented as some gift to his Elven prince, the dare princess understood why it needed to be done although she hated it and it made her cheeks flush crimson with anger. As the troupe marched through the city, all seemed to gather around in awe or perhaps disgust. The princess would flick her gaze towards onlookers, she had spied children looking on in wonder and childish curiosity, imaging the questions that they asked. She spied adults who reactions were a mix and then the elderly, who also had mixed reaction to her presence. Were her round ears that much of an oddity? How many of these people had come into contact with humans? As the palace kept ever closer, the princess felt her stomach twist into sicking knots of discontent she knew better than to expect the prince to welcome her with open arms, did she hope that he would? Of course she did, die she think he would, not a chance in hell. Just as she was uninterested and upset about this arranged marriage, he probably was just as upset having to be changed to a human. Who was she but a wilting flower, given to a being centuries older than she. For him, she would be but a blink in time compared to him, and once she was dead and gone, he would be free to do as he pleased again she was cursed to this life until she drew her last breath. When the troupe had arrived at the steps of the grand palace, another company of finely dressed Eldar soldiers awaited them. Your Highnesses, one spoke with a tone that resembled a long drink of cool water whilst lost beneath the unforgiving desert sun, His majesty and his son await your arrival. The elder kind slid down from his impressive mount and stood waiting for his daughter, who was helped down by two beautiful male elves. Thank you, she cooed, floating over to her father as her lessons had taught her to, linking one arm with her father while his hand came to rest upon her hands. The two walked in step with each other, Amirah keeping her cyan eyes downcast as they ascended the stairs to the throne room. As the grand doors opened and the two were escorted in, the princess felt that familiar tightening in her belly, that uncertainty of the future and nerves from meeting one such as an elven prince. When both king and his daughter came to stand before Elven royalty, neither spoke but instead bowed their heads and the princess curtsied lowly, hoping to at least impress her soon to be father-in-law with her manners. Amirah knew better than to look up, to breath loudly or even speak before she was introduced or spoken to, House of Nethinam, Lord Shira and his daughter Princess Amirah.