<strong>Name:</strong>Orianthi<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Princess of Aserit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering Theiri<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Her father in the carriage, and her family riding in<hr/><br/>Orianthi sat beside her father, gazing out the window at the citizens of Theiri as they rode in. The journey had been long and she was eager to stretch her legs and see the city. She did so love to explore new cities, her penchant for shopping was hard to miss. But as her gaze took in the people of Theiri she felt her heart grow a little heavy. They too were suffering, and this war was a large part of it. She brought her gaze over to her father, looking worn and in need of rest. She wanted these peace talks as much as he, even though her beloved siblings and mother seemed to be slightly more eager to cross swords than trade words. It did pain her a little to see this but it was to be expected. She was always so impressed by her brothers and her sister and their prowess for the battlefield. She herself was far happier in fine gowns and gems waltzing and doing battle in throne rooms.<br/><br/>She sighed a little, and smiled when her father spoke. She wanted to lift his spirits a little. "Theiri does seem to be a beautiful place. I am certain if the rumors are true that I will grow to love this place." she said softly, her tone full of respect and admiration for her father. She too had heard rumors that she was to marry a Theirian prince. She'd always been prepared for such a sacrifice even though she knew it might be a little difficult. But she would do anything to serve her people and her family. It was part of the duties of being a princess. She had to honor her responsibilities just as her father and mother had to honor theirs as rulers of a kingdom. "That is.....if that is what father wishes for the peace talks. You know I will do whatever I can to help ease the fires between our lands and be of service." she nodded, reaching over and putting a hand over her fathers. She'd always a knack for soothing his troubled spirit, though she knew her mother was far better at such a thing than she.<br/><br/>His gaze returned to the outside a moment, and she bit her lip, a hand going to the fine gem he'd allowed her to wear from their treasury. Her other hand was on the fine box with a gift to help in the peace talks. She could read her father well, it was most likely meant for Queen Amelia. She couldn't help but smile a little, she knew she was quite easily won over with a fine ornament as well. But she knew Amelia was like her, smart, able to bob and weave through a crowd. She was a woman to be watched and respected, but never underestimated. "I am certain she will be pleased with the gift, Father. And I am certain that peace talks will go well if we all keep a cool temper. I worry about Reynard and Kainene, but I am certain they will find a way to keep themselves calm."<br/><br/>Her gown was quite gorgeous, in Aserit's regal colors. It was also made to be enticing, a low cut bodice and high-rising slits to show hints of her legs and other...assets. She did not make herself to look a harlot however, her gown was still regal and befitting a princess. It was merely something made to ensure that rather than reaching for a blade to strike a foe, the men instead would reach for her hand. She drew her hand back from her father's only after getting some small hint of a smile, and began to wonder of something else as her eyes went out the carriage window. She felt a stir of excitement that could not be read on her face.<em>Nadir....</em>, she thought, allowing a small smile to cross her lips before it faded lest it be seen.