Nayyirah-AnadilNayyirah-Anadil sighed as she stepped from the carriage and onto the grey stones before her. Her eyes gazed up at the castle, and she sniffed. There was a distinct fishy aroma in the air, likely from the nearby river. She flipped her silk scarf over her shoulder, finding it rather cold here. "Dema, Fata, bring my things." She ordered the two women who had accompanied her as ladies in waiting. Fata was an older woman, but not quite shriveled enough to get out of work. Dema was still a young thing, with looks rivaling the princess herself. Well, used to, until an unfortunate... accident caused a large gash across her face, leaving a nasty scar. The two women faithfully followed the princess. Naya looked down the road, noticing many other carriages and parties were nearing. She scoffed, turning to her small group of guards. "As instructed, leave your two best men by my side." She told the captain. "Otherwise, you are free to go. Please return when I send word." The captain saluted to the young princess, and turned to the men. Two older ones stayed behind, as the carriage rode off, leaving the five desert-folk at the steps of the castle. All along the stairs were armed guards, still as statues. Without another word, Naya stepped forth, with her guards at her side, and gracefully made her way up the stairs and through the open wooden door. Inside the castle, it was very rugged yet elegant. Obviously not one for finery, this king. However, it would do for the trip. She would be here for mere months, most likely. "Ah, welcome your highness!" Greeted a man she could only assume was the estate's concierge. "You must be Princess Nayyirah-Anadil Bolusi of Lysoria. Please, right this way. I will have servants instruct your guards and servants to your room." He gestured for a woman to show the four to the room. "There will be a small gathering of drinks and nibbles, for your mingling pleasure." Naya was gestured towards a large wooden door. As she stepped inside, she was taken aback by the beautiful ballroom. It was absolutely gorgeous, and while she hated to admit it, much better than the one she had at her own palace. There were banquet tables lined with food and drink, and two empty thrones at the front of the room. She sighed a bit, and shook her head. This whole arrangement was ridiculous, but she would go through with it. For now, she would watch the door, and try to see if she could pinpoint her Prince of Cruecia. Faraj MadakiWhile many of the royalty rode in carriages, Faraj rode on his horse, just like the rest of his guards. He looked about as weary and worn as them, too. There wasn't much difference in their appearance. He dismounted, turning and roughly hugging all of the men that had ridden with him for protection. "It has been a good ride. Take care, my friends. Sefi, it would honor me greatly if you were to stay with me." The man in question nodded, and the prince smiled. "Wonderful!" He took his things from his steed, and nodded to Sefi. "Then please find a good place for Khamsa. She will need a good rest and brushing." As his guards galloped away, and Sefi went to care for the horses, Faraj made his way up the large stone stairs. He nodded to the guards, and was soon met by the concierge when he stepped inside. "Welcome to Bellmere, your highness. May we take your things to your room? Also, if you will kindly walk through that door, other royals have gathered for drink and food." Faraj handed off his bags to some servants, and made his way to the ballroom. He noticed many others were dressed a bit more appropriately than he, who was merely wearing some cloth pants, an opened leather vest, and his riding boots. However, at least others were in travel clothes. He looked around, quickly going to get some food. He was hungry from riding so far. After taking a few hors d'oeuvres, enough to satisfy him for a short while, he began to scan the now gathering crowd, searching for his bride to be. He didn't know what she looked like, just that she was from Quvania and her name was Rosaline Montherry. No one of his kingdom had seemed to have met her before, so she was a mystery. He could only hope that he was noticeable to her.Adelaide LovettAdelaide and her small handful of guards and single hand maiden arrived at the castle. The princess was very excited. She had never gone far from her own home very often, and this was a perfect chance to learn more about other countries. She only knew what they were like from books. These people would have stories- personal stories- of what happened in the different countries. She couldn't wait. She dashed from the carriage, with her young hand maiden following after her. The guards, who knew how quick she was, had already sent two to stay with her for the remainder of the trip. These two were the ones stuck with her luggage. As the guards and carriage left, Adelaide had already burst into the main room, where she all but ignored the concierge, and hurried into the room where everyone else was filing. Her handmaiden and guards went up to her room. She gazed at the people and foods before her. This was lovely. Some wine caught her eye, and she hurried over. She loved wine. She took a glass taking a sip. She nearly spit it out. It was nothing like home wine. This was very strong. Clearing her throat a little, she placed the glass of wine on a passing waiter's tray, and instead chose something a little lighter. This one she enjoyed, and it was wonderfully sweet. "Lovely..." She mused, wandering to the small bites of food that were laid out. She also kept a lookout for her fiancee, though she wasn't even sure if he had arrived yet.Quinten SavoyAs the carriage rode up to the front of the castle, Quinten couldn't help but shiver. It wasn't cold, no, far from it actually, he was quite warm. He was nervous. He was marrying a woman who was acclimated to the warm jungles of Melekur. He was one for the cold tundra, and he hated warm places. How was this going to work? He shook his head, stepping out of the carriage. Three guards joined him, and carried his luggage up the steps and into the grand castle. "Prince Quinten Savoy of Emain, I assume?" The concierge greeted them. "Please, the royals will be meeting in the ballroom. I will have a servant direct your guards to your room." Quinten nodded to his guards, then smiled at the concierge. "Thank you." He told him, moving to the ballroom. There were many people here from many other countries. He didn't see his princess, so he assumed she hadn't made it yet. He went to a table, taking a glass of white wine.