[h2][color=92278f]Amberlyn Manera of Viracian[/color][/h2]

Judging by the tone and volume of her voice the queen of Viracian had been trying to wake her daughter up for quite a while, however, it wasn't until now Amberlyn awoke with a slight groan rolling over under her powder-blue duvet, looking at the door, or she would be if her eyes were open. 

"Amberlyn Manera!" Her mother shouted from the other side of the door. "You better open this door right now young lady!" That was when Amber remembered what today was. Another measly brick in her parent's wall of peace and the empire's expansion whilst being another step closer to controlling what seemed to be every important decision, no, scratch that, every decision in their daughter's life.

With a groan Amberlyn rolls over yet again to her prior position, pulling a large feather pillow over her head. She heard footsteps becoming softer and softer before returning. Soon enough the door swung open and the hurricane that was her mother came thundering into the room. She stormed over to Amberlyn's bed threw away the covers and pulled the pillow on top and the pillow under Amberlyn's head tossing them on the blood red carpet.

"Get up, get changed, get cleaned." Her mother instructs, hanging the dress that was slung over her arm and slipped onto a hanger on the wooden chair in Amberlyn's room before exiting as quickly as she entered followed by the enterance of Teresa. Teresa was the queen's maid but she was often pushed into getting Amberlyn to do a bidding she was opposed to as Teresa was strict and had no mercy for the teenage rebel. At this point Amberlyn had not yet left the bed, leave Teresa more time to yell at her to do as her mother said. 
Finally Amberlyn grudgingly made her way to the mirror to inspect her dress.

"[color=92278f]I have to wear this[/color]?" Amberlyn mutters inspecting the dress with a sigh. Not that she's admit it but it wasn't as flashy as she expected it to be, until it reached the top part at least where it erupted into a shimmering silver fabric the sleeves, of the silver fabric, covering her shoulders. The rest of the dress was a light turquiose the looked long enough to sweep the floor. That part didn't surprise Amberlyn either. The people of Viracien were quite modest in their clothing. It was generally frown upon for a male or child to be showing any leg above their knee and for any women, once they have reached adulthood, to show any leg above 3 quarters down the leg or their shoulders.  

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Teresa always seemed to have a way of making Amberlyn do want she want, eventually. Amberlyn, however, wasn't sure if it was her mother's strict hand-maiden or just that she was yet to fully awake therefore unwilling to pick a fight that she, after sometime, was in the dress. Most of the princes and princesses and emporer's children, she knew, would most likely be in traditional clothing, Amberlyn hoped she wasn't the only one who wasn't.

Viracien was not usually a long drive from Acrias, only about an hour, when the traffic isn't.... and when the car doesn't brake down. Both of which had happened on the car trip. Luckily her parents allowed time to arrive early if the trip went as planned, but their setback lead to Amberlyn arriving late enough for the royals to be deep in conversation. 

Amberlyn and her parents arrived at the enterance where stood Raven, the princess of Aciras. The trio bowed slightly as Amberlyn's father greeted the the princess as they rose.

"Miss Raven," her father starts, "My you have grown since the last I saw you. How do you do?" Amberlyn glanced at her mother, whom looked at Raven's dress obviously trying not to look at it disapprovingly, this kingdom was to be the family's host for some time, no point in angering the princess on the first day. Amberlyn strayed from her parents whom, after a short conversation with Raven proceeded to converse with the present kings, queens, emperors and even servants who had arrived with the princes and princesses. Looking across the room many dashing young men and beautiful young ladies talked together, it would make Amberlyn slightly uneasy to squeeze into a converaation with people who seemed to have already got to know each other. She then scanned the room to see a tall black haired man smiling to himself, looking down at his phone. Her mother had confiscated her and gave it to her father to put in his pocket, oh how she wished Lily would ring while everyone gathered for their meal and the sound of hard rock to flow out from where her parents sat. Amberlyn walked over to the young man.

[color=92278f]So we're all about to be married off to somebody, used as pawns in peace and expansion of our parents empires, what's got you so amused[/color]?" She asks. Admittedly that was not the best way to make friends but Amberlyn was never great at that anyway, however, she needed answers, maybe one of the other royals knew her betrothed is, or was her betrothed was.

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¤ Traffic and a car break down makes her slightly later than most of the royals
¤ King and queen share pleasantries with Raven and those whom had come with the princes, princesses and emperor's children
¤ Amberlyn make conversation with prince Henry
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