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[color=662d91]The welcome ball was over, and Amaranthine had been exhausted merely by observing the other royals who were populating the palace for the time being. Even having stayed near the edges observing, she’d found herself feeling quite out of place, no matter how often Elinoire reminded her that she was basically what Perse saw as a princess. She didn’t like disbelieving her grandmother, but upon seeing the actual royals, she’d felt out of place. Even given her headdress of stars, it didn’t hold a candle to the accessories the other girls had been wearing, and she’d been grateful when she was able to retire to her rooms for the night.

Only to find herself pestered by late night texts from Echo and Wisteria wanting to know everything she was seeing. Everything she was experiencing, and it only made Amaranthine feel more exhausted. She’d sent a few surreptitious photos she’d taken to the girls to appease them, but then found she couldn’t sleep. It had been her own decision not to take any companions with her to Aciras, but she wouldn’t have minded her grandmother being there. But Elinoire had republic business to handle, especially with her being away and knowing it skewed the council. Three Loveridges to place their votes instead of four, but she’d agreed that her grandmother could vote for her if any situations occurred while she was away. As far as the other council members, Echo and Wisteria excluded, knew, she was on a diplomatic mission. If anyone here was apt to deal with her country as ide from the usual trade agreements. 
She was beginning to feel as if everyone else thought she didn’t belong nearly as much as she felt she did, but that wasn’t going to stop her from enjoying herself. Even if, instead of getting a good night’s sleep, she had woken at dawn and sat down cross-legged on the floor of her room to do a Tarot reading for herself.

Whatever that had told her, she’d decided she wasn’t going to skip the brunch. Changing from her pajamas into black jeans and a white camisole under a loose white button-down shirt, she brushed her hair out smooth before glancing at the purple velvet box her grandmother had given her before she’d come here. She hadn’t looked at the contents yet, but something drew her to it now and she opened it to find a gorgeous layered necklace showcasing a large amethyst below a small star. Representing herself, and she decided to slip it around her neck instead of her usual satin or velvet ribbon before she slid a simple pair of flats onto her feet. Now she was ready. 

Heading down to the parlor, she pretended that the obvious difference between her attire and a large portion of the others who had arrived before her didn’t bother her as she’d walked over to the table and nibbled on a berry. She’d work her way up to the sweets.[/color]

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