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[center]Princess Annalise[/center]

Annalise observed the guests who had arrived so far. They seemed...interesting, to say the least. She looked to her sisters who had slowly joined herself and her father. Out of the four siblings it seemed she was the least upset about the situation. She understood that this would likely be something she would have to do for a while now. It wasn’t uncommon in history for the daughters of a King to be married off to Princes of distant lands to form treaties. She had tried to explain this to her younger sisters but it seemed they were having none of it. Regardless she smiled at each of her sisters as they arrived.

Her attention was pulled to the various suitors that had already arrived. A blonde male who held himself in a manor that told her he was just as uncomfortable with the situation as the four siblings. Another, larger blond male who seemed to take up the entire doorway when he entered and held himself with what seemed like confidence. Lastly so far was an equally large, green skinned male who seemed to have captured the attention of the entirety of the staff as he passed. Though he stood in a way that would make him seem smaller she was sure that he and the short haired blond male would stand on close to equal grounds. She remembered her tutors telling her about the Desert country of Afdan and it’s swift rise to a prominent place in the lands. A land of Orcs mostly, but it held culture from all over the continent. She hummed to herself as she observed the three men who had arrived. 

She didn’t have long to observe however, as a strange man entered the building and seemed to make an eccentric joke to her father. She had to hold back the laugh that was a mix between general amusement and pity for the strange statement. Her pale eyes moved to her father who seemed to stiffen slightly. But still respectfully answered the man. Her smile faltered only slightly at this, enough that anyone paying close enough attention would notice, but not at a passive glance. 

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[center] Prince Gil Jalal of Afdan [/center]

Gil walked into the Palace, his face passive though his body language made it clear he was unsure and uncomfortable. As the King gave his speech his guard and driver approached from behind. A full Orc male who his father had trusted to guard Gil since he was a child. He was on the older side but that didn’t stop him from looking any less intimidating. He was heavily scared from fights in his youth and his left eye was missing. The man’s hair dreaded and adorned with many beads. Old symbols of strength and power and victory. Many of the older Orcs sported them including his father. A tradition Gil himself was very obviously carrying with him. Though in a newer sense. His own black hair tied back and braided with cloth that he hoped would one day also be adorned with the beads of his successes. As of now the jewelry that adorned his hair was simply the mark of a prince and the son of the Chief of Chiefs. 

“Stand up straight son.” The older Orc stated as he approached the Prince. Gil did as he was told, standing at his full height. 

“Why is it that my elder brothers are not in my place Aldar?” He questioned the older Orc for probably the millionth time. 

Aldar rolled his eye sighing and once again explaining, “Your eldest Brother, the heir to the throne, is to marry one of the other Chieftain's daughters. Uram is to take his place should anything happen to him and in the meantime command the Kingdom’s armies. This is the duty to your kingdom you have been selected to carry out. Building relations with other kingdoms is an important part of our nation's growth.” His eye slid over to the Prince to make sure he was paying attention. “Now stop your complaining and present your gifts to the King, his speech seems to be over, and he seems to be done speaking to the strange old man.” He nodded toward the father of Gil’s soon to be wife. 

Gil sighed but straightened once more and approached the King. He bowed deeply before reciting what he had been practicing for weeks. “Your majesty, it is the Kingdom of Afdan’s greatest pleasure to be building relations with your Nation. As a gift to you and your people we offer a breeding pair of our finest war boars. The beasts are hearty mounts and loyal creatures if trained properly. Something our army’s trainers will gladly assist with when the time comes.” He felt a sense of accomplishment delivering the short speech and as he straightened once more a much more comfortable smile sits on his face. He has clearly relaxed.