~Arabella, Princess of Elyadon~
Arabella looked up at her sister, then stood a moment after everyone else. Tears were still running down her cheeks at random intervals. She glared coldly at the rest of her room. How could they be thinking about a marriage when Aiden was dead? she thought in outrage. She heard the basic message the kings were getting across but she mostly tuned out their words, opting to look to see who was all there.






