Another ship had just docked. The silver stylized fleur-de-lys prominent on the flag fluttered in the wind. Although in the opinion of the black haired lady commanding the ship, it was a bit unnecessary. After all her kingdom was very close to Rhomma. She could just as easily taken a carriage. All in the name to make just a grand of an appearance as everyone else.<br/><br/>So she stood, chin propped on the side, looking for longing as the shoreline came into view.<br/><br/>"You know Milady, your father expects great things of you."<br/><br/>She waved her maid off "Yes I know. Thanks for reminding me" she grumbled. Being crown princess had its perks but wasn't the most satisfying job. She'd much rather while her way at the library or in the court passing laws rather than at balls and banquets but international relations were key. She smiled. At least she would be able to see her cousins again.<br/><br/>Balls. Banquets. In the end its all a facade anyways. Everyone's only allies with others because it suits them. Just like everyone around her she'd put her kingdom first. If it meant betrayal and tragedy. So be it