"It has, hasn't it?" mused Yvette as she inclined into the prince's delicate touch. Her husband's touch, rather; she had spent so many months preparing herself to say the word, but even now it sounded so foreign in the most spectacular of ways. She tried to hide her smile at first - too much expression was unladylike - but she gave up her fight at his calling her a princess. She had prepared for<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>, too, reciting it to herself in her mirror when even her handmaids had left her chambers just to see how it sounded on her tongue. It had sounded quite nice back then, but it sounded much nicer when the prince said it. Her eyes fondly regarded their intertwined hands before looking up at Elijah. "I suppose I<span style="font-style: italic">am</span>a bit tired. Though I don't think that I'll be going to sleep any time soon. After all, it<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>my first day of being a princess."<br/><br/>Yvette had always been groomed for marriage. Her brother was older than she was, and if the child is not the heir to the house, their only purpose is to be married into another family of noble standing. For a political leg up, of course. Lord and Lady Corfiser had always been quite keen on the idea that Yvette would marry a strong, noble lord twice her age, and they set her up with many suitors as such. Not all of them were awful, some of them were actually quite pleasant, though she had always been a creature that set about to her own flirtations at social events. It was a habit that her dear parents had frowned upon, but that was until her flirtations had landed her in the good graces of Prince Elijah Winfield himself. She couldn't help but be a bit smug about it as she curled against the prince's side.<br/><br/>She lay her head delicately against Elijah's shoulder, allowing herself to close her eyes for just a second. In spite of how she talked of staying up to fully commemorate her first day as a princess, she wasn't quite convinced that she'd make it. When she recognized the gentle embrace of slumber, she picked her head back up and fixed her hair just to have something to do. "Are we expected to be anywhere tomorrow?" she asked. It was a more polite way of gauging how long she could stay in bed in the morning, but she wasn't about to give her new husband the impression that she was lazy. Even though she was.