<div style="text-align: justify;">The Princess was not happy with the idea of marrying a man she didn't know either. Still, she was much easier going than him, and didn't argue or protest. She knew fate could not be changed, after all. And she also knew that, at some point, things would get better. She just needed to be patient. And hope her husband to be would be equally patient - even though she suspected he would not.<br/><br/>Pushing her thoughts into a box within her mind, Princess Esther prepared to make her way to the kingdom that would one day become her home. She packed her best dresses, and as much patience as she could. This should be enough, hopefully.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: white;background:white;"/></div><br/>When the family arrived at the castle, Esther felt a soft chill down her spine. She felt unwelcome there, even though she had not been mistreated. At least not yet. She caressed her horse before letting it be taken away, and followed walking behind her parents, her eyes darting around her, taking everything in. <br/><br/>When she finally saw the family she would one day be a part of, Esther sighed. Her husband to be was not around. That did not bode well. She tried not to get upset, though.<br/><br/>Her father held her hand gently and pulled her forward. Of course, a portrait of the princess had been sent to the other family, but a portrait did not always do a person justice.<br/><br/>The young princess bowed to the king and queen. Her father introduced her, even though it was obvious who she was. "This is my daughter Esther", the king stated, watching the interaction between his daughter and her future family carefully.</div>