Nightwing95Princess Emmanuelle of Navarre
Nerves were certainly settling inside of her as her carriage grew near the Kent Palace. Her eyes were solely focused on her twiddling thumbs that rested in her lap that she was literally missing the scenery that lead towards the palace. Though, it is not like she hasn't seen it a billion times before. Emmanuelle wondered what her friends, whom was in the carriage behind her, were chatting about as she smiled thinking about past conversation she has had with her friends.
It was whenever her carriage started to slow down that she was tugged away from her own thoughts and her eyes fluttered up and peeked out the window of her carriage. Many nobles have gathered to welcome her to their Kingdom and if she wasn't as nervous as before, she definitely was now. A small fanfare played from the trumpeters and her carriage door opened, small steps being placed for her to step down upon. She reached out and grabbed the available guard's hand as she stepped down and finally her feet reached the gravel beneath her.
Emmanuelle eyed the nobles present then looked towards her prince and hopefully future king as two squealing girls rushed beside her, hugging her in the process. She was more than happy to have them beside her but raised a brow towards them both. "Where's the Baroness?" She asked them while one of them shrugged their shoulders but the other blurted out the truth. "She wanted to take her own carriage it seems."
With an eye roll, she turned heel now to be ahead of her two friends and eyed her prince once again. Lifting up one foot after another, she started her walk towards him, which was rather graceful and once she stood before him now, Emmanuelle bowed respectfully along with her friends then looked over towards the Queen, doing the same.
"This palace hasn't changed much. It's beauty is still admirable and my breath has been taken away." She mentioned while her eyes went back towards Crispin. "Forgive me for asking but how is the King fairing?" Emmanuelle questioned towards him now, really wanting to know because she feared that he would not be alive for their wedding.
Lord Peter of House Medici
Peter had managed to roll out of bed, cursing under his breath as he had forgot what time it was. He picked up his clothing and immediately placed the fabrics upon his body as he was now fully clothed. There was a whore that laid in his bed, as well as he shook her awake and threw her clothing towards her. "Hurry up and get dressed." Peter muttered as he snapped his fingers towards her, wanting her to hurry up so that he wouldn't be late to meet the Princess of Navarre. When the whore had nothing but her strings to tie up now, he grabbed her by the wrists and basically kicked her out of his chambers as he then followed the other nobles out to the courtyard of the palace.
There, he stood firmly behind Prince Crispin and his mother, the Queen. He had his hands behind his back and stood there proudly to represent his lordship within Kent's palace. Once Emmanuelle finally revealed herself, he stepped forward and whispered into Crispin's ear. "Still quite a beauty, I see." Peter managed to get out then took a step back as Emmanuelle started to walk forward now.
Hearing the first words out of her mouth made him smile delightfully as he licked his lips towards her two friends that stood behind her. Peter wanted to respond to her question but left it up to Crispin. He was still a little bit curious about the king's illness but he made a mental note to go and see the king later on within the day and hopefully get some answers.
But that was put into the back of his mind as a lady from another carriage appeared and Peter's mouth opened widely. It was her, the Baroness. Peter could not believe his eyes as he then looked down at the graveled ground beneath them before lifting them up once again to see the Baroness again. He felt a little bit uneasy now but hopefully, she would not remember him but how she not as he does remember her vividly and what they did back then.
This was definitely going to be interesting to say the very least.
