With her feet propped up on a couch cushion and a book in her lap, Ada was rather pleased with the world. She was finally alone with her thoughts and a wonderful tale from that mysterious author simply known as "The Weaver". Whoever this "Weaver" character was, he or she knew how to spin a good story. Ada could get lost in these books for days on end, shirking her responsibilities as princess and royal representative to the kingdoms around her. Of course, the dutiful Javier was always there to snap her out of her ruminations in order to appear at this banquet or speak at this occasion. Out of the three royal daughters, her father had chosen her to represent the royal family to other nations as an ambassador. She was honestly surprised at first that he hadn't chosen Katherine; after all, Katherine was the prettiest. However, Katherine had a penchant for arrogance and wouldn't be well received at locales where she had to exhibit any sort of social grace or tact(at least, Ada thought her sister was full of herself). Then there was Helena who would be glad to switch places with the common soldier and shirk her birthright for the glories of battle. Helena was the odd duck of the family, yet Ada got along much better with her than Katherine. Helena wasn't caught up in her own image and therefore was much more willing to sit down and talk TO you rather than AT you. A big difference inde...
"Ms.Ada?" Javier's dark brown face peered into the library. 
"Yes, Javier?" 
"Captain Volgorl is here. Please go down to the main hall." 
"Of course, Javier. Do you think I look somewhat presentable?" Javier smiled.
"Ms.Ada, you look marvelllooouuuss."
"I can always count on you for some moral support, can't I?" Ada stood up, stretching her arms overhead. 
"Fine then. Let's see this Captain." 

Volgorl followed the Queen into an even gaudier space where a retinue of servants stood on either side, their lines perfect and symmetrical. They would make great soldiers if they could swing a blade. In the center of the large space was a long table covered with the finest silk, an array of finger foods situated on the table. The trio of princesses stood at the closest end of the table, two of them in very stunning dresses, while the other appeared to be rather haggard in appearance. Vol couldn't help but feel slightly guilty about this "selection process"; he didn't know these women and they didn't know him...yet he was going to be essentially forced to choose one? He would have to see how the next few days would play out and hopefully, maybe he can convince himself and the woman he chooses that he isn't just some power hungry captain who wants a piece of the royal pie. One of the princesses, dressed in a gorgeous green gown, approached him and curtsied, saying:
"My lord Volgorl, welcome to the Royal Castle. I am Princess Ada." Volgorl bowed slightly, responding:
"Princess Ada, it is my pleasure to meet you." 

Would the others be so brave to introduce themselves?