Cecilia was running a little late, though it was her own fault. She had been distracted by daydreams of what life would be like at the keep where the hatchery was located. Before she knew it, it was close to the time of the ceremony and she wasn't fully dressed. Her servants had just about had a fit as they hurriedly dressed their princess and sent her off on her way. As she hurried, she almost tripped a few times. She wasn't necessarily clumsy, but it was hard navigating down the halls at the speed she was going while in a dress. Even with her holding her skirts up to try and prevent her from tripping.<br/><br/>Finally, she reached her destination and went to where she was supposed to go, ignoring the disapproving look her mother gave her at her tardiness. When all eyes were upon her, she finally lowered her hands from her skirt and addressed the people. At first, she was not sure how to start off and her green eyes wandered until they landed upon the form of Sten, the knight who would be accompanying her to the keep. He didn't look very happy to be here and she hoped it had nothing to do with her. It would be disastrous if he resented her from the start and would make things awkward.<br/><br/>Moving her gaze away from him, she cleared her throat and began to speak. She had been lectured on what to say, but it did not make things easier for her. Her voice was light and airy, soft and yet loud enough to be heard by the people. She started off by thanking them for gathering for the ceremony. Afterwards, she talked about what was necessary and before she knew it, she had finished speaking. She bowed her head, lowering her green gaze as she awaited the people's reactions.