<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/Female%20Art/muriel-small.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Muriel LaFene<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Harem/her bed chambers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>So today was the day? The prince was returning and she and the others in this harem would finally be presented to him. It seemed like a eternity's wait that she had been here, though it was only a mere three months. Still, she had never spent a month away from her loving home by the sea, much less three. Of how she longed for the sea, the salty damp smell, the waves crashing gently, the sound as smoothing as a rocking chair's movement. She longed for it's presence again. But she knew this was now her fate.<br/><br/>Did she hate her parents for it? No. She was too kind for that. Besides, she knew this was for the best. While she did have moments of wondering what must've been going through their heads to arrange such a thing. Sure, arrange marriages were more common than not in her country. She had accepted as a children that she would not get to pick her mate. But marriages, not... whatever this was. This harem. She had never really known anything like it before. Though she had known they existed. She was educated. She never expected she'd be in this position. She thought she'd be married to some noble water lord.<br/><br/>But, she supposed what got to her most was that here she was in a land of fire, and she was a soul of water. It wasn't natural. Fire and water didn't join, they canceled each other out. However, if they should join, then oh the things to accomplished. This was why she was happy to be hear. She was a sort of ambassador for her country, to improve relations. Here she had been given an opportunity unlike any she could've ever wished for. A opportunity to help her country. To make a lasting impact which would gain them allies and safety. It didn't matter if she became his wife or not - though all the better if she did as that would give her power to influence - she needed only to do whatever necessary to gain his favor and not his disfavor.<br/><br/>She stood in the middle of her room as two of her maid scurried around her, making adjustments on the beautiful flowing white and golf dress, and placing the flowers and headdress in her long red hair. Decorating her for the prince. She stood still, far too used to this sort of attention and help and knowing that if she did move she was likely to get a needle accidentally poked somewhere.