Arnarra did not know what she expected to happen once she reached her destination, not at all what had taken take place. The way the people lined up to meet her as if she were some exotic commodity rare and if not seen quickly the chance would slip through their fingers. Part of her knew it was because she would be marrying their lord, how could they not take a gander at the woman who more or less would become integrated in their lives. That was to be expected. Still, she felt foolish. Be it Ser Trynal's overall kindness versus her fear of being kindly pushed aside, a whole range of emotions Arnarra cycled through in her mind though her face never betrayed anything other than politeness toward her escort as she held onto him.<br/><br/>Such closeness to a man not one's husband would garner peculiar looks in Gourael, Arnarra realized. Inside the boundaries of Meridan, Gourael was a small township made almost entirely up of people that migrated from elsewhere to settle down. Even her father's side of the family generations of years before had not specifically been born there. Some of the people liked to appear more than what they were or have the wealth of a noble, Arnarra never understood it. It was why she planned to leave her homeland behind when the opportunity presented itself. It did just not of her own control.<br/><br/>She looked at Ser Trynal, the young woman studied him closely. Back home, the bells of gossip would ring to no end. It didn't matter whether the truth was spoken, people would still think it to be indecent but right now it seemed no one cared least of all Arnarra in her spared moment to try to figure him out. Away from the carriage they moved and some of the onlookers that remained. The carriage driver, messy locks of hair and all, removed his bucket of a hat where the crown of his head lacked some hair. He didn't mind though. His steely blue eyes followed the people most of all Arnarra with Alun and the obedient guards.<br/>Arnarra moved her eyes off of Alun to the mare they stopped in front of. Ser Trynal was someone special she came to her silent conclusion. He had a manner of authority about him that the guards heeded to when he spoke. She did not suspect a simple person would be tasked to escort her.<br/>More questions filled her but she tucked them away for now.<br/><br/>"The driver," Arnarra cocked her head over her shoulder where the man sat clutching his hat. Their eyes met and a crooked smile tugged at his lips. He was a fairly new driver an hour's ride would not have been enough time to get to know. Nonetheless, he was Arnarra's only entourage and deserved not to have turn right back around to return to Gourael. She beckoned him at the same time paying attention to Alun. "Thank you." She told him again. Could she not say anything else besides thank you? Arnarra scolded herself. Her vocabulary entailed more than basic words, what was wrong with her?<br/><br/>The driver, with his hat firmly on his head, made room to join them when they were on their way. "Ser Trynal, I don't mean to interrupt," Arnarra spoke up right around the time he explained a maidservant would set her rightly proper for the dinner. She paused in her speech. Help, that sounded ideal especially when this wouldn't be some run of the mill gathering. Ser Trynal also suggested to her betrothed for something quiet which lead her to believe her escort was more than such. Perhaps a emissary of sorts to Lord Tyrven. "The council, at dinner, with Lord Tyrven and I?" Arnarra, with her wits about her mentally preparing to meet her husband tonight, swallowed hard to the point a slight cough left her pink lips.<br/><br/><i><b>Just splendid</b></i>, thought the woman trying her best to give Alun a recoverable smile at his unexpected news. A council of individuals, no, men no doubt the voice of logic for the ruler. Arnarra imagined hoping to strike up a conversation with her lord only to have some beady-eyed member of the council strike at her with a question she couldn't answer. Not just one, all of them, meticulously so. They would be the deciding factor whether or not she was good enough for their sovereign. At that, her cheeks flushed a nervous red which she touched them to hide from her companion.<br/><br/>"That sounds wonderful. I hope you will be there too." She massaged the bridge of her nose after her statement. She had forgotten what she what she wanted to tell him earlier, the doom of a dinner took priority. What if she feigned some illness, maybe they could postpone it for a suitable time when the council had some other engagement that didn't involve scrutinizing her. Arnarra was worrying herself up putting the carriage before the horse. It might not even be how she imagined, they could very well genuinely wish to want to know her and she would do right to know them too.<br/>Rubbing her face, she pushed more hair behind her ears. After thinking about it, she did hope Ser Trynal was there. Thus far, he extended himself to her. Arnarra could not peg him as someone to upload her deepest secrets to but a person willingly to hear her out. Dare she say a friend. She needed someone. Someone to understand.<br/><br/>With his help and her being no stranger to a horse, Arnarra was up on the mare giving her companion a smile. He was handsome, she noticed. She had looked at him many times since they met none of them were in any way to her surveillance of him now and the playful game trying to figure him out before she just asked him as he told her she could ask questions.<br/><br/>"I will be sure to take you up on that, dear sir." She replied softly, calmly. Her eyes followed him when he climbed on his own animal to that distinctive wink in her direction where a bit of heat washed across Arnarra's face. Peering down at her hands, her mouth remained in a smile.<br/><br/>In their travels, the breathtaking view of Farkeep stunned the newcomer. Further away it had been a sight to behold but at this point it was truly remarkable and enormous if judging by its size. Arnarra experienced a spell of intimidation. She daydreamed enemies would have a hard enough time implementing a surprise attack without anyone noticing. The lay of the land had to be understood first even then, Meridan's stronghold told a story of indomitable strength not easily broken. "It is amazing, Ser Trynal." She commented. "I have seen nothing quite like it." Of course her betrothed was somewhere deep inside engrossed in whatever agenda took precedence.<br/><br/>The cobblestone streets held no shortage of people with the occasional eye darting toward Lady Guillevic and she to them in her wandering head. Mothers held small babes to their bosom and slightly older children ran beside the moving group waving at not only Arnarra Alun too. They intended to keep up the chase until ushered off by their parents. Like them, the woman found fascination in the smallest of things. She hoped to be able to come back soon in exploration of every nook and cranny of the city. Various smells wafted throughout the air. Some were positive hints at food and others freshly picked flowers on display.<br/><br/>Lost in the grandeur of the city and keep, Alun's voice broke the silence between them. Arnarra did not look at him straight away out of her own feelings of wanting to trust his words, that what was said only they shared. He wouldn't have to stare at her from the side for long, the young woman sought his eyes and the expression on his face. It was earnest matching the weight of the words he told her. "Ser Trynal, speaking honestly, I am afraid. From the moment I was told about the marriage, I feared what would come. I'm no one special and yet this has happened. I do not want to disappoint him."<br/><br/>There was no running by this point, Arnarra could only brave forward. Do her best. Be a good wife and have patience with her lord. Would he, Locke, have that same patience with her or even allow her to use his first name? "Yes. I do. I haven't the first clue what it's like to be someone's wife, to know that perhaps that someone will possibly need me. It really can be overwhelming. I guess that is where the patience comes in. I will give you a promise too that I shall be patient with him, Lord Tyrven. If he needs my guidance, I will do all that I can to help him." She wondered whether a day would come that they held real feelings for one another, if at all. One step at a time, she told herself. There were waves to navigate first, obstacles to overcome, and mysteries to be solved. She changed the subject. "You are a confidante of Lord Tyrven's are you not Ser Trynal?" Better to just ask instead of letting her mind run rampant with ideas. The next thing she might think that the two were related.<br/><br/>"Will you tell me more about him? I don't know much aside for far-fetched rumors. I scarcely think he stands at nine feet tall unless you know something I don't." The last bit brought a playful smile on the woman's lips. "I would like to know more about you too, anything you can offer or want to, and Farkeep or should I save that for another time?"