*~*~*~*~On the North Road~*~*~*~*

"How much longer is it to this palace?" Princess Britton asked, fanning herself with her scarf.
"Not much longer my dear, just a little ways up this road more." Her mother, Arkalansis, said. Britton sighed.
"This little Prince better be worth all my time, I do have other suiters. I also heard he was kind of....odd. Like, he had some weird, Gift or something. He better be handsom though, you did say he was handsom, didn't you ma?"
"Yes, darling, I did."
"Well...can this thing go any faster?"

*~*~*~*~At the Palace~*~*~*~*

*Horns start blowing to announce the arrival of Their Majestys, King William, Queen Arkalansis, and their daughter, Princess Britton.*

"Here comes the Princess." Queen Thayet mused softly.
"Hmph." Jarred turned away from the window and proceded to glare needles into his father.
"Stop it Jarred, you know that won't work, glaring at me."
"I can still try." Jarred said crisply. Jonathan shrugged.
"Have it your way-"
"Alright! I knew you would see it my way father! Have I mentioned lately what a wonderful parent-"
"That won't work either Jarred." The King cut in.Jarred crossed his arms over his chest and went back to looking out the window. The carriage had just stopped outside the palace gates and the three royaltys got up and went to meet it.
"Thayet, darling, how are you?" Queen Arkalansis asked with the little too nice enthusiasm she always had.
"I'm fine Arkalansis, and how are y-" Thayet broke off as Arkalansis caught sight of Jonathan.
"JON! Why, my dear, don't you look well." Arkalansis raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow and proceded to look Jon up and down.
"As do you Lady Arkalansis-"
"Oh Jon! We're past this Lady-this-and-Lady-that stuff aren't we dear-heart? Do call me Arry, it sounds so much informal."
"Of course...Arry."
"Good! Oh! May I present my beautiful and extremly talented daughter, Britton?" Britton, robed in a pink silk dress emboidered with the finest gold thread and blond-ish brown ringlets piled high on her beautiful and extremly talented head, stepped forward.
"Princess Britton." Jon greeted the Princess with a kiss on the hand. "This is my wife, Thayet, and my youngest son, Jarred." Jon stepped away and prayed that his son wouldn't make a fool out of himself and him in front of the many other people who had come to watch.
"Princess." Jarred said, politely giving Britton a soft kiss on the hand. Britton raised an eyebrow at him, and, for a moment, looked exactly like her mother.
"He'll do. He needs work, lots of work, but he'll do." With that Britton plucked her danty hand out of an astonished Jarreds and swept by him, calling to the servants that had come with her-
"Would you please hurry up with my stuff? It's bad enough we have to stay in this dump, we mind as well try to make livable."