Branwenn dismounted, her hair lightly sticking up here and there in strands that had blown loose. Gripping the reins of the welsh she nodded to the Chief and almost rolled her eyes as she curtsied to the elder man. Out of her peripherals she watched the deep brown eyes of the man with the sword watch her. She cast him a knowing little smirk before she turned to tend to Rook. The welsh panted mildly as she stroked his neck, this wasnâ€™t anything he wasnâ€™t used to. The girl leaned her forehead to the horse as she ignored the soft whispered scoldingâ€™s of the two guards.<br/><br/>She wasnâ€™t going to speak, she didnâ€™t want to, no matter how brattish that sounded. Her hopes were, if she was deemed an unfit wife, then she would be discharged for the engagement. Being held down to someone wasnâ€™t her view of a happy life. Her eyes then darted to her father who was as red faced as ever, instantly she stuck out her chin and gave him his own glare back. Branwenn knew he wanted to smack her, for disgracing his entrance, well she wanted to stick her tongue out at the man for ruining her life.