<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 Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The queen, the prince, open.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>So this was the big moment that it had all been building up to. She glanced around at the other women around her, all done up in there very best glittering in the sunlight. She and the other princess glittering the most of course. But, the Queen spoke and drew Muriel's attention. The redhead bobbed her head in a soft nod at the instructions. She had to appreciate the Queen's strength and surety in herself. She had command. She had no fear. She had managed to organize all of this for her son. There was something be looked up to in all of that.<br/><br/>Attention was shifted again. The Prince was arriving. Muriel's blue eyes followed the movements of the man of whom she now belonged. Trying to make out a first impression as his both greeter him. She wasn't sure what to think yet. Which was probably best, lest she think the wrong thing and choke in her moment. But she was a princess, and princesses didn't do such things.<br/><br/>Greetings of mother and son over, it was now their turn. As the Prince approached, she bowed her head respectfully. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, my Lord." She greeted him with a soft smile stretched over her soft lips.<br/>