Astoria sighed as the carriage trundled along the path. Outside, the scenery was lush with trees and shrubs, the early summer weather prime for what he was traveling for. Ahead of him, in his own carriage, was his father, the ruler of the elven kingdom of Alintia, while behind him, in four separate carriages was his four brothers. Wishing that he and his father were the only ones in the royal family attending the peace summit, Astoria fiddled with the hem of his jacket, an intense boredom filling him. It felt like forever until the driver stopped and opened the door. Silently, Astoria got out, smoothing down his jacket. They stood in a large clearing, the royal caravan wrapping around a large grouping of tents. The largest stood in the center, resplendent in the noontime sun. Astoria watched his father get out of his own carriage, and approached him. "Father, did we have to bring my brothers?" he asked, gesturing to his brothers. Their ages ranged from five to sixteen, and Astoria felt that none of them were mature enough to attend the peace summit. For a quarter of a century, Alintia had been at war with another, and after the death of millions, the two rulers were finally attending a peace summit. Hopefully, peace could be attained, and, as Astoria's father hoped, perhaps he could arrange a marriage between one of his younger sons and one of the other king's children. His father patted Astoria's shoulder before saying, "Of course. Perhaps Linair will learn some decorum, and Kina some bravery." Sighing, Astoria walked away, deciding to take a walk. He walked around the grand tent, brushing back his long, black hair. On the other side, the other country's men were setting up, and Astoria, not wanting to cause a scene, hung away from them, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched them work.