AnaLea
AnaLea ruffled her dress trying to smooth the silk over her legs and alternated twisting her fingers into fists and into knots at her anxiety over meeting her future husband. She looked out the window at the passing tree's and buildings and before long the castle was in the distance. The castle was still extremely far away but if she could see it here, then she would be there soon, Being there meant meeting and that she would soon be married to a man she had never met.
Her arrival was smooth and gracious as any royal arrival should be and she was helped out of her ride by a man in a suit. She bowed slightly for him and then she waited for someone to come get her and take her inside or she would have her fiancee' come and greet her. Either way: she was nervous.




