[B]Annaveya IV[/b] -- [i]Quite the Surprise[/i]

While she was healing Zakroti, she saw his guard tense, and as a response so did she. It was reflexive, defensive, but all the same he did not take action against her life. So she continued on her way once the magic had ceased. As he spoke surprised to have heard what was supposed to have been his native tongue, she blinked in befuddlement. His version of Drakken was rife with grammatical problems and errors. It seemed in spite of his people's oppression of hers, he had instead proven more adept in the Gemminite tongue.

When she heard that his guardian disliked her family, her stance in confusion only increased as a result. What troubles had her bloodline caused a Drakken of all things? It seemed impossible to say the least. Yet even despite such impossibility, she offered him her apology in his native tongue.

[B]<"For whatever affronts my family hath wounded you, I sincerely apologuze on their behalf.">[/b] She softly spoke to Vain in his native tongue. [B]<"I hope that we in this moment in time can see past our bloodline's conflicts, and work with one another.">[/b] 

With a low bow following suit to Vain, the Princess turned her gaze and attention back purely upon Zakroti. He had spoken of doubt that she would even be his bride, and it caused a hint of concern in her eyes. Myria had told her that this man was chivalrous, but she hadn't expected him to still be honorably at the beck amd call of his elders. So deeply in fact, that he would forfeit her to whomever asked. 

It was stunning really, and it caused a brief lapse of hesitation on the Princess' part as he asked if they should prepare to leave. In response, she nodded silently and turned two her two handmaidens who carried two cases of clothing.

[B]"Tia, Celes. Please, relinquish my travelling garb from my first case and prepare it for use. Once you have done so, you are relieved from your duties to return home to your respective families. The crown will pay for your work whilst you search for new jobs, since I will no longer be your charge."[/b] She stated solemnly, as the two younger girls searched frantically for her clothes. Once spread upon the bed, Anna glanced over her shoulders towards Zakroti and her guards.

[B]"Be off now you two, and Milord, if you would possess the kindness to avert thine eyes. I would find preference in not truly revealing myself until the eve of my wedding."[/b] The pair of handmaidens scurried off then, making swiftly for the carriage that had brought her here as Anna closed the first case and then stood beside the bed.

Flexibly reaching for a hidden zipper, the dress came undone. Unraveling in a rippling cascade as within just moments, Anna was standing in the pale moonlight in just thin pieces of purely white silk. Even still, she worked quickly, donning a thicker green dress made out of more sturdy fabrics, and this time extracting two pairs of lightweight snow boots. Lined with thick wool, they would provide plentiful protection in colder temperatures. 

The first pair would slide over to Myria, as her adept eyes had caught the lack of protective footwear. And the second would slide onto her own feet. Then wrapping an fur coat of wolven fur about her shoulders, she glanced back to her childhood friend with a reassuring smile as she asked if Anna was ready to depart.

[B]"Let us be off then, shall we?"[/b] She quipped, as she seemed to even make heavier wintry clothes seem charming to the eyes. [B]"We musn't dampen the progress of our fate."[/b]

Plucking up her own cases of clothing, the Princess looked back up Vain.

[B]<"On your lead then, Ser Vain.">[/B]