Edwin was about to rise in protest when he heard his name called and, hearing the subsequent name, sat back into his chair for several seconds, deep in thought. What a curious decision; This move was sure to bring a political nightmare. What could they possibly hope to accomplish with this move, other than turning themselves into a laughing stock.
"An interesting turn of events, my lord." Harold whispered to him as he lent over "What would you have me do?"
"Nothing. Both of us exchange a betrothed we've never met for a betrothed we've never met. Emotionally its nothing. Politically... Well, this is a far more advantageous marriage, potentially to both of us."
"But my lord, to allow them to decide the betrothal... The Drakewine name will command less and less respect, letting ourselves appear led..."
"We need not concern ourselves with petty image contests; The people are well educated, they will understand our decision to follow through on this new betrothal and besides, I don't believe that any such thing was the intention here. I don't understand the move, and I would definitely like you to learn what you can about this decision, but for now we shall treat it as a blessing; Elizaveta us the last of her line; Her family and national history is tragic and I wouldn't wish it on nobody- But it presents certain opportunities to us that we must take. Should this betrothal go ahead to marriage and should she and I produce an heir, that child shall sit on the thrones of Britannia and Noslainia. She is an intelligent woman; She will know this herself. Her empire is still unstable, this marriage will help secure her land."
"I know of her, lord; Some believe she will go mad like her father." Harold said quietly as he glanced to Elizaveta out of the corner of his eye.
"Many things make a man go mad; Not all of them are inherited. She should be fine. If not; We can cross that hurdle when it comes but I'm sure it can be treated. If not, well, powers can be limited and lets not assume the Noslanian's are stupid; her father went mental and caused near irreparable damage; I'm sure some sort of protocols have been designed for appointing a regent should a monarch become mentally incapable." Edwin replied, glancing over to Harold for a moment. "It's very unlikely, Harold."
"You know what I meant." Harold replied ominously as he turned his upper body towards Edwin 
"I am sure it won't be a problem." Edwin insisted
"Are you sure?" Harold asked, raising his brow inquisitively. Edwin hesitated for a moment as he rose from his place on the table. If Harold was right it would certainly bode ill for the future assuming this betrothal went ahead. Whatever the case, wild speculation alone was not sufficient proof in his mind and so he buried the thought.
"Yes." He said simply as he glanced down and checked his uniform was in order before proceeding down the table towards the centre. An interesting place that she'd picked, sitting at the centre of the table. He observed her carefully as he approached, trying to garner what little he could learn about her from her posture and clothing. Part of him was very unsure about approaching her; His father would be absolutely furious if he managed to ruin this and on the other hand she had suffered enough in her life without a loveless marriage. He had heard she had chosen to come rather than having been forced to by a parental figure; It was an interesting choice if this were true. In fact, he had heard much about her; The state of Noslania had long since been news in Britannia. The northern parts of the empire shared a border with Noslania and as such the business of Noslania was considered of interest to Britannia. That said, given how far the Empire stretched, it shared borders with many countries and so in less civilised times Britannia had been constantly suspicious of invasion and conversely many of nations had also been vigilant for any signs of British invasion. The past was certainly a brutal place, filled with mistakes and wars and horror.
He approached Elizaveta, smiling nervously as he placed a hand against the seat on her left hand side.

"May I join you, my lady? I thought that it might be best to meet you earlier than expected given our new and arbitrarily assigned betrothal." He asked, before pausing for a moment and running his eyes up and down the tablets, scanning the faces to try and gauge their reactions to the situation, before glancing back to Elizaveta and silently awaiting her response