[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191024/344da35ac6b8d0f6308c9cd8e10a490d.png[/img] [hr][sup][sub][s]I wrote this at like 2am in a weird headspace I'm so sorry if I messed something up or this whole post came off wrong @_@[/s][/sub][/sup][hr][/center] [indent][indent]Unlike many of the other nobles and gentry, Zheng wasn't exactly at for wine and crackers. He had no lady waiting on him and that was okay, since he had a nation waiting on him instead. The weddings and the betrothals and the endless amounts cake would have annoyed the man on any normal day, never mind the super charged royal egos that would be behind it all. Officially, he was here as Liang's delegation and representative to such a major event that would surely draw the eyes of the world over; hearts and mind, publicity and good intentions, Zheng knew this song and dance well enough by this point that he no longer grumbled about to it who ever gave him an ear. In reality, he was here as part some greater scheme for the Emperor, although he'd be lying if he said he wasn't hoping for good cake either. He knew that his presence here wasn't exactly the stealthiest, he had already been given a very romantic death threat by Black Lily wishing him both a brutal, public death and to have a fun time, so he might as well try to enjoy himself. "Sir, we are arriving at our destination. I would recommend final preparations." Zheng was brought back into reality by his driver, waiting for the numerous cars ahead of them to pass. It was all there, the glitz, the glam, the show, the lights, photographers and tabloid journalists were obsessing over every royal who walked by. A dozen cameras flashed and a hundred more cell phones went off as all of these well known princes and princesses walked down the red carpet in their dresses and suits. Putting on his white gloves and adjusting his cap, Zheng confidently opened the door of his car without waiting for a servant or driver to open it for him. With his back out straight, he marched down the aisle in his fresh Liang army dress uniform, both hands behind his back and chin up to project confidence and to hide his prosthetic arm. There was actually a moment of confusion among the crowd as Zheng was not a very well known royal, even in Liang. There were at least half a dozen other Liang nobility who could count their social media followers well into the millions, but instead the only one of them here was a young man who looked more than little out of place. A few cameras eventually decided to start taking pictures again, if not for the fact that this oddity might make a decent clickbait article somewhere. "Mysterious prince from Liang!", "Guess who this man is and win a prize!", Zheng had tried his best not to be in any sort of spotlight but to be honest, some part of him enjoyed being the center of attention without exactly having to worry too much about it. With precisely order strides, he marched his way up to the entrance where the royal family were greeting guests and gave a short bow before extending a hand to them collectively, [color=96082b]"His Majesty the King, Her Majesty the Queen, Her Royal Highness, and Princess of Aciras,"[/color] Zheng turned to each of them while putting on his best fake smile and most welcoming expression, [color=96082b]"Thank you for hosting this event. I am Prince Zheng Hu of Liang; on behalf of the Emperor Ming of Liang, I am honored to be here."[/color] [/indent][/indent]