[center][color=tomato][h3][i]Rhiannon Heledd Cadfael of Wales[/i][/h3][/color][/center]

Oh God, what had the prince of tradition-bound Britannia done this time?  The thought and others like it shot through Rhia's head when she saw what could only be described as his entourage.  Most of the visiting royalty had small, unobtrusive guards or servants.  Prince Edwin Drakewine entered with a visual fanfare.

She wished, not for the first time, that she could deny any association with the Britannians.  At least he provided her with a good excuse to approach the princess clad in full plate armor.

"Prince Edwin!  I hope you had an easy flight over," Rhia told him with a polite smile.  "And I don't believe I've met your partner in conversation.  You must introduce me."  As introductions were made in Edwin's loquacious style, Rhia turned a bright smile on Domitia.  [i]Now here's a lass that could keep me on my toes,[/i] she thought to herself, then quickly corrected herself.  Not a lass, but rather -- what even was the gender-neutral equivalent?  [i]A thought for another time.[/i]  "It's lovely to meet you," she said aloud.  "I've heard a lot, but news and social media can only be trusted so far.  I look forward to getting to know you in person."  Rhia's expression turned sly, and her grin widened.  "I have to say, you know how to make an impression.  I'm guessing there's a significance behind your armor, but I have to say I do not know it.  Would you tell me?"