Kathryn
The dance of the shimmering leaves falling from its branches blew delicately through the crisp warm breeze of the autumn air. Children laughter filled through the air within the Makaya Palace as some bathed naked in the ponds with their parents nowhere to be seen. They splashed water over and over upon one another in a playful manner, enjoying the clear water while disturbing the koi fish that lived within. These were the young daughters and sons of the Daimyos, the Lords who serve Yronis. Women dressed in expensive silk robes and painted faces of bright pink and soft white giggled as they walked past and attempted to avoid the water from soaking their clothes. Those women are called attendants, which serve the men by exchanging their flesh for coin. Most of the doors within the interior of the Makaya Palace with no one to occupy inside the interiors. Decorations littered a small section closely to where the children played, marking that it was one of the child's- a daughter specifically was celebrating her Name Day.

But that wasn't the only event that was taking place at the Palace. A special guest's arrival was being planned throughout the past few days to greet the noble. Women in similar fine gowns stood tall with their heads lowered and stared at the tips of their toes. Standing in between were the royal guards, otherwise known as Okuzumeshuu dressed in black armor with gold dressings. They served the Shogun and take orders directly from him. The ten total stood at the top of the stairs awaiting for the guest's arrival at attention. Meanwhile, as the sun bathed warmly over the landscape and the dwellers within it music played lightly throughout the exterior walkways in a tune of great harmony. Talented musicians plucked their fingers away and blew smoothly into the instruments to create a peaceful and inviting atmosphere. The Shogun was rather quite pleased as he hummed to it in one of two private chambers that he tends to quite often. His rough thick fingers tapped against the fine cloth upon the wooden table while his eyes examined the parchment papers that littered upon it. 

"Hmmph." A low grumble of disgust escaped the man's throat as he skimmed over words. He was rather annoyed with what was written as it pertained to a Lord requesting men to be sent to Handrila Village to handle matters about citizens causing mayhem to create their message louder- a message about going against the Shogun himself. Why? Well..

The Shogun slammed his palm against the table in a dramatic manner before turning to look out the gaping open door that lead to the private office. Not only was he angered at the fact of threats being made, but the Lord who wrote it demanded compensation for his findings within the Village. It was the last thing the Shogun wanted to deal with and the last person he wanted to speak to in regards to treasonous behaviors. For once he wanted a day to himself but instead decided to grant an audience to a boy- a near man that many call The Little Prince. He has heard rumors of course but this would be the moment for them to be confirmed. That is if he shows up on time.
Sara
Arriving in the realm was none other than the heir apparent to the throne, the Crown Prince, the only son of the Empress. Aemilian Iraia, a man who only hit eighteen and yet was thrust into the monumental task of ruling a huge chunk of the Empire, and commanding the entirety of the Imperial Legions. 

His arrival was marked by Imperial carriages arriving at the gates of the city's palace, and the prompt exit of him and his men. The man surrounded himself with his Consular Guards, the elite warriors of the Empire whose sole duty was to protect and serve the Imperial Dynasty. Their history was near spotless, as their reputation was tainted with the recent assassinations of the previous emperor and his family. Nonetheless, they were trustworthy, assuming no mysterious conspiracy plot had been concocted against them.

He sported his decorative armor, as usual. Purple cloak swelling outwardly while he walked past the Shogun's guards and their noblewomen - at least, he presumed them to be. At last he came up in front of where the Shogun himself was supposed to be. Aemilian simply stood there idly, introducing himself in an instant.

"Greetings. *Princeps Aemilius Iraius*, or Prince Aemilian Iraia at your service. I am glad that you, the Shogun of this realm, have graciously accepted me as your guest."
Kathryn
The men and women followed closely behind to guide them through the Palace to show the Shogunate's strength and beauty through their presence. The male took a strong stance as he was dressed in all of his formal attire, the family crest exposed at the back of the haori, the outer layer his jacket. He could hear the shuffling of armor plating and the ascension of multiple footsteps walking on wooden boards towards his open doorway. A smile crept up on his face as he relaxed his shoulders, ultimately changing his entire demeanor than what it just was. He placed his hands in front of him, clasping his hands together. At first the Shogun admired the Prince and his Consular Guards at that stood at attention at his sides. With a quick wave of his right hand dismissed the guards and women from behind, the group dispersing as one. The Shogun bowed half of his body in such a delicate and proper form while closing his eyes.

"Prince Aemilian. I appreciate you and your men taking the time for coming on such a long journey. It truly is an honor to have you come all this way. I hope that the roads were kind and gentle." His voice rumbled with a deep tone that flowed smoothly through the air between them. The words were true and bold as gave the utmost respect to the child that has now become a man himself. Though, Renji will still see him as a child until he hears the great stories of his achievements he has yet to create. As Renji raised himself to stand normally he glanced over the armored guards with a flick of his right bow raising.

"Will they be staying for refreshments with you or shall they be escorted by one of my female attendants to relieve some... Stress?" Renji's hazel eyes flicked to the Prince for the answer. This was a test, in a sense to see if he welcomed that type of hospitality to them. His bare feet shuffled ever so slightly to place himself in a comfortable stance a few feet away from Aemilian.