Anira fiddled as her grandfather left, watching as a servant girl pulled out her dress and set it on the bed. Once the treaty had been arranged her father had set about getting ready all the things Anira would need, particularly clothes. She was to be a crown princess and he had obviously wanted her to be dressed like it. “Your majesty?” Anira’s mind had wandered off and as the girl spoke she shook her head clear, turning with a weak smile and removing her clothes to replace them. The underdress was a soft white silk, loose sleeves and a fitted around the bust, the overdress was rather beautiful, made of a soft green linen with silver embroidery. It was fit to her chest and waist perfectly, showing off her small but fit figure. The arms were tight to the elbow, so as to see her muscle move a bit, and became loose to form an almost sake like drape of fabric in which her arm could almost hide in, with only a slit in the front from which she would move. She looked lovely, the dress matched by her delicate silver crown and her hair left loose and smooth, but she couldn’t help but wonder what the White Elf Prince would think. They were bound to have a different styles.<br/><br/>Down stairs her father, King Almirtic, was waiting in contemplation. He had been surprised at the White Elf King’s easy agreement to the truce, having expected a firm refusal, so now that it was about to take place he thought he had puzzled it out. The White Elves had been a great civilization once, greater than them by far, but had fallen apart and caused sorrow among all elven peoples. To see such beauty ruined was a heartbreaking thing so when Almirtic had heard of how they hoped to rebuild the city he was ecstatic…if doubtful. They had long ago lost their touch with nature and magic, having thrown it away to focus on war, and their people needed that to be great once more. Anira was the link, thus why Almirtic had offered her, but their sudden acceptance made him wonder now if that wasn’t the whole point of the war to begin with.<br/><br/>Of course the reason behind why they were there was besides the point as what was most important now was how to move forward. He knew the White Elves were very physical, interested in fighting ability and fitness. Anira was strong and almost untouchable with a bow but she was small, even for their standards, and he did not want her to seem fragile to her new family. The clothing he had made for was similar to the fashion of their home but was different in small ways, fit or cut to reveal more than just her size. As a servant informed him their new ‘allies’ were arriving the king stood and made his way outside with the human king and several guards. As the riders came in Almirtic stood back, letting the human king do to greetings as it was his home after all. As the White Elf King came riding in the human smiled and stepped forward and greeted him.<br/><br/>“Most warm welcome good elves.” The human smiled wide behind his bushy beard and fur mantle. “Please come inside. We have food and drink ready for you.”<br/>