[center][h3][color=0077bc]Lord Amberlin[/color][/h3]
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[color=0077bc][b]Location;[/b][/color] The Kingdom of Abhainn
[color=0077bc][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] Myself[/center][hr]
The family's carriage was held in a sapping silence. Silence, save for the grooves of the wheels treading through the dirt path beneath them and the thudding clop of the horses shoes before them. The silence suited Amberlin fine. Seated at his side, his wife Jocosa, the most enthused of the entire bunch. She was, he imagined, quite excited for the wedding and festivities and was happily sewing away, stopping only to occasionally chastise their son. Sat in an uncomfortably large green coat and clothing far more formal and restrictive than he was used to, he had taken to fidgeting to relieve his boredom. His mother breaks the silence,

[b]"Brom, dear. Would you please sit still?"[/b] She asks, shortly. [b]"We're nearly there. You'll spoil that coat if you're not careful."[/b]

[color=0077bc][b]"Stop coddling the boy,"[/b][/color] Amberlin chides softly, trying to soften the blow with a few belly laughs. [color=0077bc][b]"You do fuss over him. He's just uncomfortable,"[/b][/color] he laughs again. [color=0077bc][b]"I hardly blame him."[/b][/color] He turns his attention to his son: [color=0077bc][b]"You know, I'm not [i]that[/i] comfortable myself,"[/b][/color] he adjusts his own coat, a similar hue but finely embroidered and fitting his form. Brom giggles a little. [color=0077bc][b]"It's just for a day or two, then we'll be back at home and you can do as you please. I can take you to another execution, or on a hunt."[/b][/color] The son nods, a little put out. [color=0077bc][b]"Does that sound good to you?"[/b][/color] 

[b]"Yes father,"[/b] the eight year old drones, almost singing. The phrase was a go-to when he was in doubt.

[color=0077bc][b]"Brilliant."[/b][/color] He catches a breath. [color=0077bc][b]It's not everyday that your King is due to be married."[/b][/color] He smiles, slightly pained. His wife puts a hand on his shoulder. 

[b]"We're almost there. Let's just enjoy ourselves. It's a miracle to see you for this long at a time, even now that you're working less. Get this done and I promise you can get back to work."[/b]

[color=0077bc][b]"This is work."[/b][/color] The father chips in, slightly tongue in cheek.

[b]"That may be but let's just get through it."[/b] The last occupant of the carriage, in response to this, can do nothing to hold back a short smirk.

[color=0077bc][b]"She lives!"[/b][/color] Amberlin exclaims with mock surprise. To the right of his son was his only daughter, Branwen. She had not yet forgiven her parents for dragging her along with them to the capital. [color=0077bc][b]"Is the skulking finished with then, Miss? I shall not be happy to drag around a silent corpse of a daughter to meet the other dignitaries."[/b][/color] Her arms had not left a crossed position since she had entered the carriage, but now began to rest by her side.

[b]"I don't see why I couldn't have just stayed at home. I like it at home. I hate all these events. This dress itches."[/b]

[color=0077bc][b]"As if we could trust you to stay at home on your own. Frankly, I'd worry about your prospects of just finding something to eat."[/b][/color] He snorts. 

[b]"You're not funny..."[/b]

[color=0077bc][b]"I'm hilarious. You don't get a say in that."[/b][/color] He smiles. [color=0077bc][b]Quite frankly you're lucky to come with us. It was this or the monastery with your brother."[/b][/color]

[b]"I would have preferred that!"[/b] She protests, halfheartedly. She would not have preferred that. [b]"...How long is it to the castle then?"[/b] Amberlin crooks his head around to face the front window of the carriage. They had passed through most of the initial forest and had pushed into a built up area. The castle lay about a mile ahead. 

[color=0077bc][b]"Not too long."[/b][/color] He turns to look at all his family gathered with him. His other two sons had not been able to make it down with them. [color=0077bc][b]"Everyone get your smiles ready. If you wear a nice enough mask no-one will ever guess that you hate their guts."[/b][/color] The carriage twists on to its destination.