Anahsi stood with her arms crossed as she looked out into the stars, nothing but the thick hyper-glass separating the observation deck she stood on from the cold vacuum of space. The Princess felt cold now, numb and angry as she avoided the eyes of her father who had come to stand at her side. They stayed that way, in silence for several minutes before Anahsi spoke quietly, her breath stirring the red hair that had managed to escape her loose braid. "You could still call it off." Her father, Vanorn, green haired and bearded, and the King of Saliphia, sighed. It was a deep, long-suffering sigh as he addressed his only daughter with the patience of a father, but the authority of a ruler as well. "We have been over this, Anahsi. You know I cannot do that. Marriage-alliances are still the strongest bond in peace treaties across the universe. We need this peace." The Princess' tail lashed in frustration, but she was careful to keep it curled under her dress, resting against the deck. Oh, how she hated dresses. "I shouldn't be here! I should be out there, looking for him!" Perhaps she couldn't argue the alliance, but she could argue against it having to be HER that married! And marrying an enemy at that! Though....technically they were enemies no longer. Still. "Ana, we have many WingWarriors searching for your brother across the galaxies. They will find him. You are needed here, for this purpose." Vanorn had turned to face her now, his hand on her shoulders, turning her toward him and Ana glared at the metal floor, refusing to meet his eyes. She knew she was behaving like a child, but it was only just they two on the deck and this was her father. She was allowed to be a brat in his presence when he wasn't being a King. "Why couldn't Rakobe be married off?" she muttered and the King smiled slightly, but shook his head, recognizing her pouting for what it was. "You know very well that isn't possible." Ana made a face, turning away from her father again, looking back at the uncaring stars. "He's the heir. I'm just the person you call when you need something killed." She didn't begrudge her elder brother his position and she was loyal to him to a fault, loved him dearly, but sometimes...sometimes she felt eclipsed by his shadow. "You are the Matawing, the Right-Hand of your brother and you will be his closest confident when he is King just as my brother was to me." Vanorn reasoned, but his daughter was having none of it, shaking her head and her voice bitter. "I am expendable. I am to be married to a stranger without any hope of finding happiness." When her father looked pained, his own green tail twitching with agitation, and like he might respond, she stepped away and straightened her shoulder, adopting an air of calm that she'd learned since childhood. Her voice was clipped, professional as she dipped her head. "Do not worry, my King. I will do as I am honor-bound. I will not disgrace you." She said nothing more before turning and walking away, leaving her father with a heavy heart, hoping she'd see reason and the sensibility in all this by the time they landed.