Marxello slowly made his way into the throne room. He heard voices talking the closer he got. He knew his father's voice but he did not recognize the woman's. They were talking about quite a few things. He heard things about the state of affairs in the country his bride to be was in. This brought him to realize that the woman's voice speaking must be his bride to be. Great. A tomboy. Those were always the hardest type of women to get along with. Wearing black leather pants and a silk red top. A crimson blindfold completing the look as the ends of it sailed down his spine. His hair made to stand out by the contrasting color. He bowed to his father. "I came as soon as I heard you beckoned father." He said. Turning a blind gaze to the woman. "My name is Marxello. I'm guessing if what I heard was correct your my bride to be." He merely nodded his head. "I see. What else did you need me for father?" He asked. Not dismissing her just not sure how to react to the fact she was tomboyish like that. He addressed her again. "I hope you will enjoy your time here."