Her vibrant lilacs blinked slowly as she looked at the stars above her, to the trees and fields. A scent of a male nearby kept her slightly on guard as she took in the scenery around her, though she didn't actually look to his direction until he began stepping towards her. A dark male, cloaked in shadows with ruby red eyes. Her mind froze as her fears quickly ran to that of Lucaya, and Uncle Damian but she quickly pushed her the thought aside. There was no reason for them to be in the packs lands, the alliance wasn't happening yet. Her and Yesimire still had to pick from the Princes.
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"Hello, my dear." He purred out as he circled her, a shy grin forming over her face. An oddity for sure, but he reminded her a bit of Lucaya. "Hello, my Prince." She said softly, her face lowering into a bow as her eyes watched him. "I assume you're the girl from Hawthorne? I wasn't given a name. I'm Phobus, brother to Deimus and son of Themis. Prince of Amberbjorne." She raised her head once more and gave an awkward nod. How had Queen Themis not told him of her? Well, best to introduce herself then. "Indeed I am, my name is Wisteria. Sister of Yesimire, daughter of Vladimir, cousin of Lucaya."
As she was about to give the talk of how she doesn't hold a title - that all she has to offer is her royal blood - he chimed in. "But my dear girl, do not worry about the ranks here. They're meaningless. Like you, I was forced into this.. whole arranged marriage shit. Oh well. I'll look on the.." She gave a small smile once more to him, one more shy as she looked to the ground and then back to him when he flicked his plume under her chin. ".. bright side of things. We'll have plenty of fun, my dear."
She spoke up once more. "I was probably less forced, arranged marriages don't bother me much. My father was arranged into his first marriage, and he never spoke ill of her. " She spoke, her eyes flickering with hope and innocence. "But what fun do you have in mind, my Prince?" She asked, rising to her feet to brush gently against his side with her own as she waltzed past. She glanced behind her to him, a smile still grazing her lips. "What plans do you have for us tonight?"
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