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<br/>​</div><div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">The carriage rocked from side to side as they barreled down the gravel road. She looked out of the window with a little smile that curved between her lips because of how similar it still was. Her thumbs twiddled each other, which she had no idea she was doing until her baroness, who was there to keep watch over her mostly, pointed it out. Of course, she was nervous and she had every right to be because she hasn't seen the crowned prince in quite some time and wondered to herself what he looked like now. Would he like her? Would his people accept her? Some many questions swirled inside of her mind right about now as they were getting closer and closer to the Kingdom of Kent, where she was to rule as a Queen alongside her betrothed.<br/>
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Catelyn's eyes stared back at the carriage that followed closely behind, which had her ladies-in-waiting inside, and wondered what they were chatting about. Her ladies-in-waiting were her closest friends and she knew that she was going to need them if she was going to survive in a different kingdom. She was born for this. She was made for this but right now, it didn't seem that way. She lifted her head high then just thought back to what her mother and father, the Queen and King of Navarre, told her before she came here. ❛Do not show any weakness. Have your head help high at all times.❜ Another smile curved between her lips as she could see buildings.<br/>
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They were so close to the kingdom and she could tell as her eyes peered outside of the small window attached to the carriage. ❝Get used to this scenery, Princess.❞ Her baroness spoke with confidence and a smile as she rested her hands on her lap. Catelyn sat back in her carriage now as there were people lined up on the side of the road because they must've heard of her coming to their kingdom. She looked at their faces then leaned back in her seat again with a sigh. Her eyes looked ahead as she could see the kingdom come into view now. ❝We're here.❞ She spoke softly while she adjusted the black cloak and made sure her gown, which bared her house colors of black and gold, was straightened out. She didn't want to look like a complete mess before her betrothed, his mother, and the people.<br/>
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The carriage slowed down, which made Catelyn let out a breath before the carriage came to a halt. She could hear the murmurs coming from the lords and ladies of the court. Nerves sat in again as her baroness eyed her with a quirked brow. ❝Better wipe those nerves away because this is your moment.❞ She muttered softly as the carriage door opened and some steps were placed beneath opening for Catelyn to step down on. She reached out and grabbed onto the guard's hand while he helped her down. ❝Welcome, my lady.❞ He said as she smiled towards him then saw her ladies-in-waiting, her friends come towards her and hug her. ❝Is that him?❞ One of them spoke while her head nodded in the direction of the crowned prince.<br/>
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❝It appears so.❞ Catelyn said as she lowered her head then brought it back up to meet their gazes. ❝Are you guys ready?❞ She asked as they all giggled excitedly then took each other's hands while Catelyn walked ahead of them and beside her baroness. They inched closer and closer to the royal family of Kent and now, they were mere feet away from them. Catelyn curtsied, along with the baroness and her ladies-in-waiting, before the crowned prince and the queen before she stood upright then clasped her hands together. She studied his features and they were remarkable. That hair, those eyes, and that skin tone. Her top teeth met with her bottom lip, which she hoped went unnoticed.<br/>
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It was customary for the royal family to speak first at these sort of events, which she waited for. She really wanted to ask about the king but had no choice but to wait for the right moment to do so. Her eyes stared into the crowned prince's gaze before she also eyed the queen. This was it and there was no going back to or turning around now. </span></span>​</div>