[center][color=00aeef][h3]Amberlyn Manera of Viracian[/h3][/color]

Amberlyn awoke to the ear-splitted buzz of her bright blue alarm clock. Giving it a hard whack on the snooze button the teenage princess turned in her sleep, placing a pillow over her head. She knew what today was and was going to do anything to avoid it. 

"Amberlyn Rose!" came a firm yell from the corridors by Amber's mother. Amber groans, turning around and pressing the pillow on the side of her head. "Amberlyn Rose!" Her mother yells again now situated in the doorway of her daughter's grand bedroom walking over to Amber's four poster bed and pulling the covers that were keeping Amber warm. 

"[color=00aeef]Mum,[/color]" Amber groans, refusing to move her face from her pillow. 

"You will be up and dressed within the hour and ready for departure," and with that she left the room, Amber's pillow still held firm in her hand. Upon her departure Amber groans turning over yet again to be greeted by the whirring of her alarm. She sighs sitting up and turning her alarm off. There was no getting out of this. 

Brushing a loose strand of mattered auburn hair Amber grudgingly makes her way into the bathroom, proceeding to take a shower before getting changed into her blue jeans, a black top and her leather jacket. Putting her hair up in a ponytail she exits the room to be greeted by her mother holding out a royal blue dress with a golden sash just above the waist with an obviously pleased smile on her face.

"[color=00aeef]Mum, no,[/color]" she groans. "[color=00aeef]I'm not wearing that[/color],"

"Not only are you about to meet your future husband, you will be representing this family and this kingdom for so many royal families," Persistent to argue Amber looked into her mother's eyes and found it was hopeless. With a groan she marches back into the room with the dress in hand.


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By the time Amber had changed into the dress her parents were already in the limo with their luggage. Her father greeted her with a smile.
"You look beautiful, sweetie," he tells her.
"You really do," the queen chimes in. Amber sighs.
"[color=00aeef]I don't feel it,[/color]" she mutters.

Within a couple of hours the limo pulled up by the castle in Aciras. A couple of other limos were already pulled up on the stretch. A butler opened the door, greeting the family kindly with a bow, helping the women get out and making way for the king before leading the threesome into the castle.