Colette, one of the priestesses serving the royal family of Olvea, was seated to the right of the princess in the shaky carriage as it headed toward the city of Ugymnor, the capital of Anitium. The road was pockmarked from the hooves of horses, along with more than a few shallow ditches presumably dug by animals or angered subjects. They were moving at a smooth rate, despite the abrasive travel. The city looked to be just some more meters along, as buildings were spotted in the near distance, and the road was beginning to even out more. The queen, Verena Ursel Katherine Olvea VIII, was sitting opposite of the princess, Verena IX. To the queen's sides were one of the advisers on her left, and a guard on her right. Sitting to the left of Verena IX was another guard, guarding the entrance to the carriage along with the other guard. They hadn't been attacked by anyone or thing throughout the journey, but that didn't sooth Colette's fears. There was still a stretch of land to go, and what about the people inside the city? From what Colette knew, the king had only been here once, and that was a fair number of years ago, and before Colette was even born. For all she knew, things could have changed drastically from those times. Furthermore, what kind of person was this “Prince Alexander Christophe Elliot Anitium VI”? Colette had heard the king of Anitium was assassinated, and that, in order to become king, the prince had to marry someone. But why had they arranged a marriage to Princess Verena? Surely there were older princesses, or possibly widowed queens, in further off kingdoms and countries, weren't there? Colette wasn't sure what the whole process was, but she couldn't help think that something was... off. Especially since the prince was supposedly a bit older than Colette's nineteen years, and Princess Verena was a few years younger than nineteen. She turned her thoughts away from that as they entered the city, and tried her best to keep calm. Anitium's castle wasn't as grand as Olvea's, but it was quite impressive, not to mention visible from their current location. Some guards had approached the carriage, and were now leading it toward the castle.