<div class="floatright">(https://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2016/02/elib_6624780-e1456140825356.jpg)</div><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Throne Room<br/><br/><br/>Those soft blue eyes could not help but look about as Marik spoke to his harem. It was upsetting to her that her mother did not give Marik further information regarding her arrival. And she had to wonder...would she become his wife, or another member of his harem? She was a princess...she needed to act with nobility and diplomacy. She could not just break down, though the fear was real. While never one to look down on commoners, it had never entered into her pretty head that she could actually<em>becom</em>one.<br/><br/>The members of the harem began to speak...or at least one did. Soft lips drew into a smile as she looked to Raiza, her words causing the Mey to nod gently in thanks to her. She waited patiently, before finally speaking.<strong>"I thank you for your support, my lady. And I feel I must offer sincere apologies, you Majesty..."</strong>That soft blue gaze shifted back to Marik.<strong>"My mother was remiss with not telling you the specifics behind my arrival. For that, I am truly sorry, and hope you do not feel am-"</strong><br/><br/>The sudden arrival of the dark elf cut Meygan short, and her attention shifted swiftly to the woman. Mey had taken some time trying to remember who the important names in court were. The dark elf was not hard to forget.<em>Sumara</em>...the name rang in her ears as the other woman...someone stoic with the look of a warrior...spoke her name. She knew just from the elf's words that she would be someone to be wary around.<em>Watch your back, Meygan</em>she told herself.<br/><br/>Still, she refused to be talked down too. It would be a moment, and she would allow Marik to deal with the insubordination in his own throne room. However, she kept a wary eye on Sumara.<em>She is trouble. Dangerous trouble.</em>A small shiver raced down her spine, before she looked to Yuriko.<br/><br/>The warrior was someone else she had remembered from her study. The Kings personal guard...as deadly as she was beautiful. It was warming that she had such a strong person in her corner.<strong>"I thank you for kind words, ladies. And for you, Miss Sumara. These are dangerous times. It seemed because of that that the Kingdom of Styss...a longtime ally...has offered to strengthen bonds of friendship. King Marik has frequented my home a few times, and I remember him fondly. I am...honored...to be given the chance to prove myself worthy to be his queen."</strong>