Jinayah was getting tired of gowns.

The castle had been on somewhat of a lockdown after Marabella's kidnapping and return. Her father had given the order that she was to stay within the castle grounds. So she couldn't put on her trousers and go out, which was stifling. So she'd spent it near the training grounds as much as possible. She did her best to keep herself active, as being cooped up indoors was practically punishment for the active princess.

She avoided the other King as much as she could, without being impolite. There was just something so fishy about him, even though she had no concrete evidence. 

The big day approached too quickly, and Jin was practically forced into a soft silver gown and doused in lily perfume. She hated the perfume. Didn't they know that scent just ruined a good hunt? Not to mention, it sort of gave her a headache. But primped and polished, she did show up at the grand ball.

She was going to have to have a long talk with her future husband, about pants and bows and freedom, and she was dreading it. She tried to keep the morose look from her face as she entered.