<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/>The ride had been absolutely miserable.<br/><br/>Mey had spent much of it feeling sorry for herself, staring blankly at the back of the carriage, or out the window. It was going to be nearly a full day's ride to get from the castle in Styss to King Marik's castle. The journey wasn't going to be too long, but enough that she was left with her thoughts for most of it. And of course, all her thoughts had been filled with her departure.<br/><br/><em>"Meygan younwill love it there! So libertine, and the women wear the most exotic clothes!" Her mother had nearly gushed, so happy she was that her daughter would be able to contribute to the fulfillment of the country. She had expertly ignored the weeks worth of screaming up to this moment, only giving praise to her earstwhile ally Marik. Delilah seemed unable to speak ill of the man. It just made things worse.<br/><br/>Meygan had feuded log and hard, even threatening to run away...and making an attempt. The girl was resourceful to a point...she had gotten to the main gate. But by then every guard in the castle was on her, and had escorted her back rather unceremoniously back to her room...slung over the shoulder of a rather large, masked guard. It had been embarrassing, and further infuriated Mey. She refused to speak to anyone for days.<br/><br/>When she had boarded her carriage, not a word was spoken, save for a rather stiff "goodbye, Mother." Delilah had smiled, knowing that she had...once again...won. The carriage was guarded rather well, as four castle guards rode on horseback, all the way to the border.</em><br/><br/>The border was when things got interesting.<br/><br/>Two separate attacks made on the carriage, and secretly Mey had to question the coincidence. One attack sure...that could be understood. But two within hours? The entire ordeal had left her shaken...it was obvious now someone wanted her dead. But who? They hadn't been foolish enough to attack while in Styss. But with her unarmed and only the skill of her coachman and the accuracy of the bowman that rode with him were they able to escape. The wagoneer had died in the attack...but he was the only casualty.<br/><br/>When the carriage arrived in front of the castle, Meys anxiety grew. She didn't know who, but someone didn't want her here...as much as she didn't want to Ben here. But she had a duty to uphold. So keeping a rather pleasant facade upon soft features, Meygan began to enter the castle. The guards stood at firm attention upon her arrival, and a steward led the way, bringing her right to the throne room.<br/><br/>Her mouth was dry as she looked upon Marik. He was just like she remembered him as a child. Funny how back then she was told they could never visit him, and now...here she was. The array of slaves was impossible to miss...nothing new, but it seemed strange that they were all women. Why was that? It was something to ponder later.<br/><br/>Mariks approach had her bowing her head, that slender, sensual form dipping down before rising back up again.<strong>"Your Majesty...it has been a long time since last we met."</strong>Her mouth was dry, and she struggled a moment to keep her composure.<strong>"My mother,...Queen Delilah...has sent me as a....peace offering...between our two nations. In spirit of prosperity between our two countries, I am....hopeful, to be your bride."</strong><br/><br/>She had said it, and had maintained her composure while doing it. Finally, those bright eyes lifted to look up at him from beneath long lashes, her smile becoming almost apologetic. The ball was in his court...and she hoped that if nothing else, the treacherous trip had not been for nothing.