<strong></strong><div align="center"><em>The young girl's raven tresses were thrown neatly across her shoulder, hanging just above her waist, since she utterly despised having it done in a chignon or otherwise. Her dress was fashionable for a princess of her time, a light creamy coloring with pearl jewels, the sleeves just above her wrists. Her brown eyes were that of a golden shade, and they moved every now and then, almost to the light twists and turns of the fancy carriage, drawn by two large coal black equines, which almost seemed to match her exact hair coloring. Her skin was soft and pale, no matter how much time she spent drawing in the opulent sunlight. Staring through the square window, Bethany waited ever so patiently to meet this young prince she was supposedly betrothed to.</em></div>