<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/7d/47/6e7d47132f84291ec0a685c8a643809d.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Throne Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As Shown<br/><br/><br/>Yuriko remained at her King’s side while she inspected the new princess. The woman was as beautiful as the reports had claimed, if not more so. Behind her darkened mask, her eyes betrayed hint of the smile she wore within. Yes, this girl was just what her husband sorely needed. If not in matters of the heart, then in matters of politics. Her husband’s safety was an ever growing headache, especially as she found that less and less of the guards at her disposal were truly loyal to their King.<br/><br/>A hand rested on the hilt of her katana when the source of that headache ever so rudely entered unannounced. Yuriko didn’t care much for the dark elf, and she knew the feeling was quite mutual. Usually she found an excuse to avoid the advisor, yet times like these forced her hand.<br/><br/>“You forget your place, Lady Sumara,” the kunoichi calmly spoke from beside the throne. “I believe we were all outsiders once.” Turning her head in a respectful bow to King Marik, she continued. “If I may, your Majesty, I believe that we should embrace this hand offered in sincere friendship.” Her cheeks rose slightly, hinting at Yuriko’s smirk as her gaze returned to Sumara. “Because as you say, these are dark times.”