Elena took grasp of her gown, rising it above her feet, careful not to trip over it. Her thoughts were trailing of, away from her, away from this world. She let one hand go of her velvet dress only to tighten the grasp of the other one, as she lifted and shifted her hand on the gold stair fence. She knew that her parents' marriage was planned, and they learned to love each other, and were really happy. But what if this was not the case? What of she got stuck with some wacko? What then? She knew that it was best for her country, by this marriage they will bring together their two countries. Another sigh escaped her as she reached the bottom floor, where all the other planned couple were mingling. She let go of her gown only to bring together her hands in front of her, her gaze searching the large room for the name on the parchment.