It was the day to leave for the palace. Dressed in one of her deepest blue gowns with gold intricately detailed along the off the shoulder sleeves. Her silver hair was brushed back and parts were braided softly into silver ribbons to make them glimmer. Her face was covered by a long pale blue veil set with a gem-encrusted circlet that she was to keep over her face until she was met with her soon to be husband. Sitting in the carriage as it bobbed back and forth along the winding road, the stomping of horse hooves, and the soft talk of the bodyguards on horseback outside of the carriage were the only sounds familiar to her as they were leaving her part of Ausra to venture to the palace. She felt knots in her stomach and beneath her veil, her fingers would softly fidget along her lap. Her parents sat before her, proud as ever that their Noble daughter was to become the next Princess, and one day Queen of Ausra. She knew she had to do this for her people and the House of Night, but she feared that she would be marrying a man she could never love. Some were very fortunate to find love, but not all Elves married for love. Most were like her own, arranged at birth or made through business propositions and alliances. Such was this one. An alliance between the Houses to show all of Ausra that peace was still around.
One of the men outside called to them that they were reaching near the large palace gates of the House of Sun. She peered out of the carriage window and looked to what was to be her new home. Her stomach tightened in nerves and she bit her lower lip softly, something her mother was always chiding her about. Saying it was un-ladylike and unattractive. The palace was large and gleaming in the morning sun, and she wondered if her betrothed was nervous, excited, scared, or even angry to meet her.