"But mother, I'm not ready to get married! I'm still so young."
A teenage girl stood in her room in the Ayrshire kingdom. Her mother, the queen, was in her room dressing her. She was about to meet with 4 suitors and the queen insisted she looked presentable. But weren't her regular robes presentable? "The one with the embroidery." She had insisted.
"Seventeen is not young, darling. I was that young when I got married."
The young girl let out a sigh. "It's too soon. And ye haven't even talked to me about this." She cringed when her mother ran the brush through her long, now untangled, chestnut brown hair. "I'm only seventeen and I have to pick a husband." She crossed her arms and pouted. She felt childish doing so, but it felt right at that moment.
"Now now, Enya. Stop acting like a child." She scolded then the queen's face softened as she began to braid her hair. "Now, sweetheart, give the suitors a chance. Maybe you'll fall in love." The queen smiled warmly. "Besides, its tradition."
Princess Enya let out a sigh. "I guess I can give 'em a chance…"
The queen let go of her daughter's hair, having been satisfied with it.
The princess turned to her mother, her sky blue eyes meeting her mother's green eyes. "…for you."
The queen cupped her daughter's face in her hands. "Oh Enya." She stroked her daughter's head. "You are so beautiful."
Enya smiled warmly, her face softened and she hugged her mother.
"I love you, mum."
"As do I, Enya."
One of their servants, Elena, knocked on the door. "Queen Vivien? The Lords have been spotted, is the princess ready?"
The queen looked at her daughter. Enya's hair was in its braid with strands of loose hair framing her face. Her fringes covered her forehead and her small crown was placed on her head. She wore a formal burgundy dress that was fitted nicely; it had long bell sleeves and white embroidery on the bottom of the dress. She wore white shoes and stood to show her look.
Queen Vivien smiled at Elena.
"She's ready."