<a class="postlink" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/64021452/large.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Valeria Milakesia<br/>Age: 19<br/>Race: Human<br/><br/>Valeria sat on the cement rail of the balcony outside of her room, overlooking the city bustling with Saturday morning activity. Hair pulled to one side of her neck, the dirty blonde loose curls cascading over her shoulder and coming to an uneven stop just above her mid-chest. The soft breeze pushed her bangs into her face, falling over one of her hazel eyes but she didn't seem to mind. It had been a day since her father had told her the news; that she had an arranged marriage with a man she didn't even know. Of course, her father had backed it up with the fact that it would help with the alliance, to reassure both sides that it would go through without a hitch. The fact that her father considered putting such a delicate thing as her love on the line for the sake of the country, showed her how little he thought of her opinions, which she had made clear just seconds after his announcement. Of course he had sent her up to her room with a stern gaze and a steady hand as punishment, hissing at her to be silent and telling her that one of these days, her mouth was going to get her killed.<br/><br/>Sighing heavily, Valeria pushed her bangs back and slid off of the balcony. "I suppose I should get ready then.." she said quietly, heading back inside of her room, Valeria shifted to close the two French doors behind her. As they clicked closed, Valeria leaned back against them and looked around her rather large room. All her important little knick knacks had already been packed away for her by the maids, now all that was left was her clothing choice. Standing back up straight, Valeria walked over to her closet and turned the gold knob. Pulling open the single door that led to a closet the size of a small house. Honestly, she didn't need this much room, but her father had insisted that she would buy more dresses the older she got, so it was necessary to have a closet this big. Looking around now, anyone could definitely say that her father had made an overstatement. In the closet were seven dresses and two pairs of shoes, barely more than a sixteenth of the closet was filled, and most of it were boxes of knick knacks she had collected over some time.<br/><br/>Stepping further into her closet, Valeria walked over to her clothes and preceded to pack them away. Along with a square shaped package, wrapped up in brown wrapping paper, a neat twine bow tied up in the middle.<br/><br/>-A day later-<br/><br/>Valeria looked around the large throne room, as silent as the grave itself. Not even a hint of a smile was on her soft, pink lips or a spark of happiness in her sharp green eyes. Honestly, Valeria found no reason to smile or even force one, she wasn't happy with this decision and it showed as clear as the light of day. For the past thirty minutes she had been standing around, listening to her father talk to the king of this country, finding their conversations not interesting in the slightest. When asked a question, Valeria gave a short, quick reply, not a trace of emotion showed, almost as if she had none at all. But then again, there wasn't truly a reason to show them. This obviously wasn't an option; she would be a marrying a man she didn't know and frankly didn't wish to know.<br/><br/>As the sound of the throne room doors opening caught her attention, Valeria turned her head to look at the slow parting doors. There, at the entrance of the throne room, stood a strikingly handsome man.