[center][h3][color=b069d4]Liviana Traianus[/color][/h3]
[sub][i]interacting with Edwin Drakewine [@darkwolf687] and indirectly Casimir D'strad [@reapthemusic][/i][/sub][/center]

Liv had, to be completely honest, zoned out for about three minutes. There was just so much going on, she had to unfocus herself to process it. And of course, the moment she zoned back in she saw a young man – a very imposing one at that, crossing the room towards her. She felt a faint flush across her cheeks as she realized it was none other than Edwin Drakewine, her betrothed.

As he stopped in front of her, decidedly terrifying in his military dress, she almost recoiled a bit. She knew she was tiny but… gods, why was she expected to marry someone who was actually tall?

Imposing figure or no, he seemed cordial enough, even offering her a bow. She was quick to curtsy to him, arguably a bit deeper than necessary – but then, she mused, there’s hardly anything wrong with showing extra respect. She was definitely surprised that he greeted her with her people’s traditional greeting.

[color=b069d4]“Ave, Prince Edwin. It is an honor to meet you.”[/color] She hesitated for a moment, shifting awkwardly. She straightened her spine, rising up onto her toes out of a pathetic habit to try to add a few more centimeters to her height. It was no use, the size difference was still laughable, as was the awkwardness palpable in the air. She coughed nervously, wincing a bit at the rattling. Gods curse her health problems.

[color=b069d4]“So… Is Aciras to your liking, thus far? Was the trip enjoyable?”[/color] She tilted her head a bit, while mentally cursing that she needed to almost crane her neck to properly look at Edwin.

Thankfully she was saved from any further awkwardness by the flashy, overly flamboyant arrival of one Casimir D’strad of Ortha. She lost much of his ramble, having quickly turned her gaze back to Edwin, and so was entirely not expecting the quiet, mellow voice by her ear.

She nearly jumped out of her skin – as it was she jolted, bumping against Edwin which caused her to blush and repeatedly apologize. Slowly she turned to face the person who had just spoken to her. A rather pretty Orthan girl – tall and willowy, with deeply tan skin, shoulder-length black curls,and slightly uptilted golden eyes. She wore a simple white dress with a minimal amount of gold jewelry.

[color=f0b649]“My name is Asavi Evenze. I will be in your service for the next three months by the order of Prince Casimir. Is there anything I can do for you, Princess Liviana?”[/color]

Liv couldn’t help but blink for a moment, confused. She turned to face Casimir’s general direction, offering him a curtsy from across the room, though she was moderately sure he wouldn’t see. Finally she turned back to Asavi and said, [color=b069d4]“Thank you, Asavi, but I am not certain that there is anything that I need at this time—Actually… if you could ensure that my belongings have all been taken to my rooms? And if it would not cause too much trouble, if you might unpack my clothing – leave the wooden box from the suitcase on my bed, along with the thin black folder.”[/color] She realized her order might be taken as too demanding, so she flashed an apologetic smile.

Asavi offered a small smile and a graceful curtsy, seemingly unperturbed by the abrupt, awkward nature of it, and turned to go do as she was bid. Liv turned back to face Edwin with an apologetic smile plastered on her face, though she was half-expecting him to be dealing with his own servant.