[color=green]“Lyra… Lyra please look at me…”[/color] The elder elf pleaded to his daughter who sat across from him in the carriage. The blonde haired pale man with deep brown eyes stared down the girl across from him, she looked so much like their mother it was almost painful for him to be ignored but he pressed on until she finally turned those sapphire blue eyes up to look at him from behind her book. [color=green]“There you are.”[/color]

[color=pink]“Don’t start.”[/color] The princess warned from across the carriage as it gently swayed the two of them down the road. 

[color=green]“Start what?”[/color] He asked in an attempt to be innocent but as he saw her gaze turn back towards her book he jumped into what he was actually meaning. [color=green]“Lyra, thank you for doing this.”[/color] His sentence was met with a simple [i]Mmhmm[/i] of acknowledgement but he ignored the sarcastic response and continued, [color=green]“Without your agreement we could have had nothing but a continuous war and more bloodshed. Your agreement to this will save the entire kingdom.”[/color] [i]Mmhmm[/i] was all he received as a response and he let out a sigh, obviously he wasn’t getting through to his eldest who was more pissed off about this than anyone else. [color=green]“Lyra I…”[/color]

[color=pink]“You and I are doing what’s best for our country, even if it means years of unhappiness for myself; at least there will be peace and our people won’t die for reasons we can’t even remember anymore.”[/color] With that she disappeared back behind her book. Ever the stubborn one but she knew what was best for her people even if it wasn’t necessarily the best for her. 

And to that her father just gave her a thankful smile.

The carriage rolled up to a house and stopped. The house was two stories and wide with a lack in the back along with a garden of flowers and walking trails to the surrounding forest. There was an joint effort between the two kingdoms to build the house intermixed with magical and mechanical properties while the house and the land sat with equal amounts between the two countries and at any one point, the countries would have a foreigner within it and it was okay. An idea both the kings seemed to agree on that was a good symbolism. Climbing out of the carriage first was Lady Lyra, accepting the hand of the footman as her feet touched the ground. She was in a long comfortable green dress that touched the floor and ballet style shoes. She looked delicate and innocent, almost everything she wasn’t. 

Her attention scanned over the house, this was her first time seeing it since it was completed and she seemed relatively surprised. Pointing at the porch lights on each side of the double door entrance to the house she asked her dad what they were and his response was a simple shrug, he didn’t know. Their attention moved towards the opposite end of the road as dust began to move; the other kingdom was on their way and per the agreement, it was a two people, the king and the eldest to arrive. Today the elven kingdom showed up with a footman, a coach driver along with the Princess and the King, who would the other kingdom show up with? And… would they follow the rules in placed. 

While the King looked confident, Lyra was not and she tucked some straight blonde hair behind her ear and tucked her book into her shoulder bag, the last of her belongings to bright to her… their new home.