PrathamaSri

It was a fine day for the world. The announcement of a betrothal to the Prince of Dragons. A Crystallika. A rare beauty from the north, a lady borne into a royal mekur family.

The first guests were already arriving in the heart of Mirgor, even though it was two months before the wedding would commence. It was traditional for guests to arrive early, if they were late it was seen as disrespectful to the great royal family.

To welcome the guests during the day, the King, his son and his betrothed sat at the end of the throne room. That way the guests could meet the fine lady and pay their respects.

Dressed in a grape purple, the lady sat beside her future husband, inwardly bored and sad, but externally intact with her emotions. She gave nothing away. Except for her eyes. They showed what she was really thinking of this.