The courtyard was beautiful. She had to admit that, but she hated it on site. She never went into the room with her parents. She hated politics and she would prefer not to see the guy that she was supposed to marry until it was necessary. Also, her parents knew she would cause a ruckus. She just plopped down on the edge of small blocked garden area and set her chin on the palm of her hand. Wild brunette strands flew from her braid as she watched the door, waiting for the others to come out. She turned to Aqua, who was sitting right next to her, and smiled at the younger girl. "[color=violet]You're lucky you little brat,[/color]" she said affectionately, grabbing Aqua's soft hand in her own calloused one. "[color=violet]You don't have to deal with this. You can still be carefree and happy, while I have to succumb to the bonds of marriage and trust.[/color]" Ares made a slight gagging noise before facing forward once more. 

The little red head nodded, smiling tightly. Her thin lips were just slightly curved up from an almost straight line. Little did her elder sister know that Aqua would prefer to be in her position. Aqua turned her head away from her to see her brother now walking out with a knight, following two princes. She narrowed her eyes, looking closely. The knight looked familiar, but she couldn't put a face to a name. She sighed and folded her hands in front of her. She would not be a disturbance to anyone. She was taught only to speak when spoke to and only to do actions when commanded. 

Ares turned as the others began making their way out. Dark brown eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on a blond boy, Prince Liam. A dark eyebrow raised, Ares scanned over her newly betrothed. He was handsome, but he was much to pretty to be straight. Hell, she was much too manly to be straight either, so who was she to judge? Still... he looked interesting. There was something different about how he walked... how he acted. It was quite intriguing, the details behind why they were chosen for each other and not anyone else. 

Slim fingers interwoven, Ares stood up and immediately chuckled to herself. She was curious what her prince would think when she walked over. Would he think her a feminine man or a manly woman? She was wearing her hunting gear, as per usual when she traveled. She had on a dark black shirt and supple brown leather boots with the bottoms of her dark brown pants tucked into the top. She was not one of wearing frilly ball gowns. There was nothing her parents could do about it. They knew she would just ignore their orders and do what she wanted. She even had her own sword on her hip. She smiled and began to make her way toward him. In that moment, she wished that she had a hat, to tuck under her arm in respect so they thought she was man and there would even be more surprise on their face. 

Aqua, on the other hand, was dressed in a nice violet gown and was everything Ares hated: long, frilly, and large. She had her hair done up in a bun atop her head with curl tendrils hanging down around her face, framing the angular beauty. In all honestly, she looked like a princess where her sister looked like a prince at the moment. Her ruffled skirt completely consumed her figure to where she looked like a big ball of fluff. Aqua sighed and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. This would be so much easier if it was her. Aqua hated decisions and she felt that Ares was lucky that she was having who she wed chosen for her. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she signed deeply and sat in silence. 

Ares, meanwhile, walked over to the three princes now standing by Liam and bowed deeply, biting her tongue as she did. "[color=violet]Greetings, fair princes.[/color]" Her dark eyes turned to Liam. She smiled carefully, dipping her head to him. "[color=violet]I believe that you and I are to be wed.[/color]" Ares smiled a wicked grin at Liam. "[color=violet]I am Princess Ares Chara of Erendale. I am your betrothed.[/color]" She smiled softly, looking at the ground. This was more than fun for her. She felt it was almost like fighting. You hate the concept of hurting someone, but once you do, it's thrilling and uncontainable.