What felt like hours of being dressed Elise was ready to appear at court, Atarah had ensured she looked her best and presentable. The woman had also reprimanded her about not sleeping which had irked her, but somehow it felt like it came from a kind place which added to her confusion. The dress felt tight but maybe she needed it to be slightly uncomfortable to keep her alert during the day, she could not make a wrong move whilst in court. If she opened her mouth and said the wrong thing it would only cause more unrest and punishment for her and her men. [color=6ecff6][i]It’s not just my life here.[/i][/color] 

Glancing back at the Silver Tower a part of her wished she could just return to her room, perhaps hide there? [color=6ecff6][i]Maybe I can say I am under the weather? It was a long ride after all. I haven’t slept… no. Don’t be such a coward, he would love that if I hid away like I was the dirt in this place.[/i][/color] Nodding to herself she continued to follow her escorts who had shown her the way, Treville was already there amongst the people which was best as having her own guard walk behind her all the time could show disrespect. Things she now had to consider whilst finally here and under everyones scrutiny. 

“Now, you are to wait here until you are announced.” Tutting slightly as Atarah tucked a piece of the Princesses hair back into its place, she had done a respectful and elegant updo which left a few blonde strands to shape her face. “Your hair is most stubborn.” Shaking her head as she sighed to herself, “I will be inside with the other two ladies you met this morning, Flora and Ida, they will be by your side and will help you with names should you forget. If you are in a dire situation excuse yourself and I will follow and try to help.” 

[color=6ecff6][b]“I uh… thank you.”[/b][/color] A genuine smile graced her lips at how helpful this Formori woman was to her, she had honestly thought the people that would be in charge of her care would be different but Atarah had been genuinely helpful since arriving. [color=6ecff6][i]What if that is the plan though? To gain my trust through kindness.[/i][/color] Blue eyes snapped back to Atarah who had entered the hall leaving her outside to wait her turn, anger bubbling slightly as she began to assume it was some sort of trap. 

“PRINCESS ELISE HYDEALYN OF EORZIA.”

Taking a moment to compose herself and calm the rage that had surfaced she stepped forward and entered the room as the herald announced her like Atarah had said he would. The hall itself was full of important people and she felt all eyes on her, but she did not crack. Instead she held her head high and walked proud with a soft smile on her face showing outwardly that she was happy to be here regardless of her true feelings. The sea of people parted for her as she walked but she kept her gaze in front of her, on Ozragad who was at the throne. 

Regardless of her fatigue or the way she felt this was important, Atarah had done wonders with dressing her and had even lessened the dark circles under her eyes so hopefully no one knew of her exhaustion. She could not show weakness, not whilst within what she would call a lions den. She could hear each step she took, feel the tiles beneath her shoes as she walked up to the throne. [color=6ecff6][i]Don’t hesitate, don’t do it. Just bow.[/i][/color] As if urging herself forward reminding herself that she could not be stubborn here she had finally reached the foot of the throne and bowed her lowest yet without hesitation to King Ozragad. 

[color=6ecff6][b]“Your highness.” [/b][/color]